You know what I’m talking about. That tingle you get between your thighs when someone exciting catches your eye, or when you catch his. The lingering looks, the hair toss, the silent communication. That time when your blood heats up and your body awakens as you feel the magic of “what if?”
It’s almost … intoxicating.
I used to flirt a lot. Men used to flirt with me. Then I got married. I haven’t gained weight or let myself go, but somehow, I’ve changed. I know it, and they know it. I think it’s because the chase is over. The magic of flirting, the heightened awareness that arcs between two people, the building of anticipation… it’s gone.
And I don’t know exactly when, or how, it disappeared.
The sad thing is, it also seems to have disappeared between my husband and me.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my husband. Grant is still very attractive in every way, and leaving him has never occurred to me. I’d never cheat on him, either.
Yet, I can’t deny that a certain restlessness has been building in me for some time.
That was the prologue to my story WATCH ME, in last years KINK anthology.
I’m the first to admit that the heroines in my stories all have pieces of me in them, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to know that often, the prologues of my stories start out as something I’ve written for myself. Then I tweak, alter, and shift them to fit characters or stories. (I’m not married, and I uhmm… have let myself go a bit. LOL )
So this particular prologue did start as a bit about flirting. I LOVE to flirt. It makes me feel wonderfully sexy and attractive. Strangely enough, working out so hard my sweat drenches my shirt also makes me feel sexy. It reminds me of more adventurous way to work up a good sweat. *wink*
Lipstick makes me feel sexy. I always wear something on my lips, even if it’s a clear gloss or chap stick. I think that goes back to my first infatuation telling me I had a sexy mouth. LOL
In WICKED, my latest release form Berkley, the heroine has a very bold and sassy sexuality. She grew up knowing she was pretty, and that her looks could be used to get what she wanted. Tough and independent after running away from home at a young age…She uses her sexuality to get what she wants (No, she’s not a prostitute, just a big flirt).
She feels sexy when she wears short skirts and tight tops. Until she meets a man who teaches her the power of her sexuality is not in how she looks, but in who she is.
Who doesn’t want that? Who doesn’t want to feel sexy just by being who she is? *sigh* I swear, I fall in love with the hero’s in my stores every time…but I think that’s good right? I mean, if I can’t love them, how can I expect readers too?
Anyway, back to the original topic… I spend a lot of time thinking about what makes a woman feel sexy. What makes them feel attractive, and what makes them want to strip naked and work up a sweat with a man between her thighs. But what makes ME feel that way, might not work for someone else…so tell me…what makes YOU feel sexy? And is it an alluring, sultry sexy? Or a “Let’s get down and dirty” sexy?