All the Small Things

There is something terribly sensual about every day activities that you may not stop to recognize. But when you do, when you open your eyes and see what is in front of you and what is available to you it's hard to shut that part of your brain down.

Take baking for instance. Some people hate to bake or cook in any way. But consider this. You are taking regular ingredients and mixing them in such a way that when a thick, luscious brownie comes out of a hot pan and nearly melts in your mouth your eyes roll back in glee. You sigh or you moan in ecstasy as the chocolate releases those endorphins that can only be duplicated by making love.

Whether it's the vibration of the washing machine or the steamy, soapy water in your sink as you hand wash your dishes there is pleasure to be found everywhere around you. Life is not as dull as you are led to believe. Let's take a little trip shall we?

Let's say you are outside. It's a nice, hot summer day so you are wearing a pair of jean cut-offs and a tshirt so old and thin you can literally see through it. Again, it's hot, so you have forgone your bra. Your bare breasts are swaying as you walk towards your car and you notice the dust and pollen caked on the trunk. You see leaves stuck to the bumper and you decide to give your car a much needed wash. Pulling out buckets, soaps and sponges you turn your hose on and douse the car. The water splashes back on you and now you are soaked to the skin, your thin tshirt clinging to your naked breasts, water running down your thighs. You push your hair back from your face and frown at the car, but continue on anyway, at this point you are unaware of the picture you present to your neighbors.

You fill the buckets and add in the soap making the water slick and topped with bubbles. You push your sponge deep into the bucket of water and then start to wipe the car down, as you do so you are starting to build up a sweat, the heat outside is becoming unbearable. You quickly look around, making sure no one is watching, you pick up the hose and hold it over your head letting the water cascade down. You moan quietly as your body quickly cools, and knowing you can't stand there like that you put the hose down again and fling your hair back over your shoulder before getting back down to business. You are leaned over the hood, your wet jeans clinging to your behind, water sliding down your back when you look behind you. You felt eyes on you didn't you? That's because your neighbor is standing on his porch, watching you. How long had he gone unnoticed? Your eyes clash and he smiles, tilting his head at you in acknowledgement. Silently urging you on.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you look down and see your nipples standing at attention your transparent top making no secret as to their size and shape. Now this is where you have to make your choice. Do you continue and revel in your own femininity and allow your neighbor to take part in your show? Do you run into the house full of embarrassment and throw on ten layers of clothing?

I don't know about you, but I've always been the type the revel.

So even the small things...such as washing your car...can become an erotic adventure if you let it. Not everything erotic has to turn into an all out sex marathon. Eroticism is itself a feeling. Does it make you feel sexy? Does it turn you on? Knowing your boundaries and accepting that part of yourself is the first step. Go ahead ladies...wash the car.