Daily Dose of Eros - Yacht Club

The Rushcutters Bay Yacht Club

My family went out on the weekend to a Yacht Club located fairly near my home where my brother is a member.
Now I'm not the yacht club type. When it come to that thrill you get when hanging out where the other half live, I prefer artists or alternative lifestylers to the very wealthy. After all, my day job is as an accountant, so when you get to know a lot about money, you get less and less impressed with those who have it. For me the very best thing about the yacht club is getting to hang with my brothers, their wives, their daughters and my family.

However, this time, there were two things that made this trip a little special, and reminded me of my daily commitment to the erotic life.

The first was the balmy weather and sitting with good food and great company next to the lapping, lilting caress of the salty ocean. the weather was perfect, not too hot, but sunny enough that the sun teased us into the shade to cool. We laughed and chatted, breathed in the clean fresh air, my brothers drank "breakfast beer" and we played with the little girls. The feel of the sun, the smell of the ocean, the taste of bitter coffee the sights of the boats and the sounds of gulls and laughter made me feel better than any amount of money could ever do.

Elizabeth Taylor in a blue Kaftan

The second dose of eros came in the form of a couple sitting at a nearby table. They were older people in their twilight years, he wore a badge that explained he was hard of hearing and had trouble seeing and carried a cane. They were stooped and wrinkled, enjoying themselves at their favorite yacht club at their favorite table. What was special about them was their clothing. Both were dressed in expensive, designer wear direct from the early 1970's. They had the clothes retro shops dream of, she in a royal blue silk kaftan and he in his harry high pants white safari suit. The clothing seemed to have come off a catwalk yesterday, it was immaculately preserved, and of the highest quality. He wore a straw fedora and she had her scant, over-dyed hair piled up high on the top of her head in elaborate curls. She was very heavily made up, her lipstick sitting in the place where lips used to be, her eye shadow caking into the multitudinous eye lines, giant false eye lashes weighing each lid down. They shared a bottle of very expensive champagne and flirted without self consciousnesses.

My brother said they are there every day, dressed in their exotic 1970's fashions, at the same table, with their bottle of bubbly. He said no matter how busy the club gets, this couple claim their spot, their well earned right, to sit, dress, relax and enjoy life exactly as they please. 

Daily Dose of Eros - Candles

Candles make everything special.
When you cook dinner together, dim the lights, light candles and include a bottle of wine.
When you go into the bedroom, light the room with candles and don't turn on the TV.
If you're mucking about alone on the net, do it by candlelight.
Have a deep luxuriant bath with candles.
Buy a book of horror stories, a bottle of wine, and some enormous candles. Read one story to each other, or if you are really brave, read the stories alone.
Watch an old Hollywood movie, like Casablanca by candlelight.
Fill the house with candles for absolutely no reason, and play sultry music. 
Drip wax on your lover.
masturbate with a candle a-la-Debbie-Does-Dallas.
Take a lover or a friend candle shopping, then go and buy produce at the market, then go home, cook and eat by candle light.
Sit outside with large out door candles on.
Don't wait for a blackout to use candles instead of electricity.
Create a ritual by carving something you want into a candle then light it in a small ceremony.
Give your current lover a massage to candle light.
Buy a candle making kit and make your own candles.

Daily Dose of Eros - House Cleaning

Cleaning the house is not usually considered very erotic. But I was talking to a man who just got off the plane from a long flight and a long period of time away from home recently, he was just on his way from the airport to his house. When I asked him if he was tired, he explained that he was, but that he couldn't wait to get home and clean his house.

"What?" said I.
"I get off on it." he said with a sly grin.

We chatted for a little longer, and I held my tongue long enough not to spoil the mood with my reflections on him being a man and cleaning being an erotic novelty.

After he'd gone, I thought about what he'd said. Of course, there is a very great satisfaction in having a clean home - something that women understand deeply and that men have, for the most part, missed out on. It has a zen component, a Sheng Fui thing going on.

Cleaning, as a chore you have to do for a family who don't appreciate it steals from the possible pleasures that de-cluttering a space and removing dirt can bring. This gentleman was right of course, there is an enormous pleasure in cleaning the house. Its a rewarding job. Its not the cleaning itself, and yet if you haven't cleaned yourself, its very difficult to properly understand its pleasures.

Captions above taken from 'Porn for Women', which is available when clicking on the images. 

I gave my home a good spring clean a week ago. A week before that, I had quite a few new pieces of furniture delivered. I derived a huge amount of pleasure from cleaning the house, and I confess, when the task was done, and my home covered in well placed candles, a glass of well earned wine in my hand and some soothing Astrud Gilberto on my turntable, the feeling was one I can really get off on.

Enjoy my favorite "relaxing-after-cleaning" music.

Daily Dose of Eros - Edwin Collins

From Wikipedia:
"A Girl Like You" is a northern soul-inspired 1995 single by Scottish singer-songwriter Edwyn Collins from his album Gorgeous George. The song samples the drums track of Len Barry's 1965 hit "1-2-3". It was featured in the Empire Records soundtrack and second in the Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle soundtrack. On TV, it was featured in the Cleopatra 2525 episode Run Cleo Run, Spin City episode The Commitments, as well as in a Marks & Spencer advert in 2012."

Daily Dose of Eros - Dirty Chefs

Inspired by yesterday's cheesecake erotica, I thought I would amuse us all with these two tid bits. 

They are very popular You Tube's but for the freakishly few who have never seen them, they are worth writing home about. 

And for the millions who have seen these, enjoy them again.

Daily Dose of Eros - Cheesecake

I make an ugly, crumbly New York cheesecake that sits on a plate in the fridge looking hand made and messy.
Its the most delicious thing in the world.
It is from a Nigella Lawson recipe, from her book appropriately titled How To Be A Domestic Goddess. 
It is so rich, we put on a kilo each every time I make it.
It is so milky, we all develop lactose intolerance every time I make it.
It is so gluey we all get mini sinus freak outs every time we eat it.
It is the most delicious thing in the world.
It tastes like velvet feels.
It has the ability to steal rationality, common sense, and self preservation.
It can interrupt thousands of years of evolutionary care simply with its sirens call.
It is so perfect to the taste, it doesn't even need a pleasant look.
It has enough sugar to sink a battle ship and a tiny hint of lemon, and somehow those two flavors enhance and perfect each other.
It has a layer of sour cream whipped with sugar and vanilla baked over the top.
It's base is Niece biscuits crumbled with unsalted butter.
It always has a little more cream cheese than the recipe states, because of the way cream cheese is sold.
It is so powerful, I only dare bake it about three times a year.
It is the most delicious thing in the world.

Daily Dose of Eros - Fresh Sheets

The true erotic lies in the smallest and most simple of pleasures.
Fine, fresh, sun kissed sheets, of high grade linen, crisp, pure, fecund, hungry, blessed, clean and asking for filth.
When I climb into a freshly made bed naked, clean sheets, smooth, one beneath my flesh the other pulled tight across the top, I have an overwhelming desire to spread my legs, to feel the lips of my sex part in its own secret smile.
I love to pull my legs wide, bring them back, pull them wide, bring them back.
Inhale that scent.
Roll around in the hope the clean freshness will permeate me, when I know my humanity will eventually taint it.
Sometimes, if the sheets are still warm from the sun, I can feel the imprint of the expanse of the universe in them. Stretched tight across my bed with a housewife's perfection, they feel endless and enormous, not close and confining.
I receive every feeling like a Jewel on my fingers, I catch every sensation without chatter, knowing this moment can't be described and won't last.
My heart overflows with a moment of pure joy.
I am queen of my realm and the servant with a peacock feather fan at the same time.

Daily Dose of Eros - Rain Storm

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I walked home in the rain today.
It was not a long distance, but the rain was so heavy I thought of Noah.
My small blue dress became translucent. It pressed hard against my body which was curved and bent against the storm.
I carried shopping bags filled with food for my cats.
I had less than five hundred meters to travel, and yet three meters was enough for everyone to be soaked to the skin.
All around me clothes revealed flesh beneath, giving it the muted taint of the damp cloth. A man with bluish muscle, a woman with rosy thighs.
My weighted hair, usually so light, stuck to my head, spread across my face and stayed there, as if it were struck against a wall and couldn't move.
My dress pulled down, heavy with carrying water, my large white breasts exposed more cleavage than usual, rain drops slipping between them like tears.
Some people ran and others accepted their fate and walked into the sheets of water pounding against them.
Solidarity.
A rare feeling of being understood. The rain made us one, gave us a common purpose.
I know why people talk about the weather.

Daily Dose of Eros - Trees in Blossom

This beautiful image is taken from Layoutsparks.com. Click the image to go to the site for more. 

It is Autumn here in Sydney Australia, what those of you in the northern hemisphere might call 'Fall'. We're at the other end of blossom time, that happens in spring, but there is a Jasmine tree on my way to catch my train into my various places of work, that seems to have no idea what time of the year it is.

It doesn't just smell heavenly, it looks beautiful as well. It is fat with its blossoms, reaching over the small fence that can barely contain it, onto the pavement that I walk. The cement beneath my feet is velvety at this point, cushioned and soft with all the fallen petals that dust the path, that somehow manage to be swept away before they turn brown.

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This tree and others like it are all planted in the grounds of a very ordinary looking apartment building, that sits close to a railway line and station. It's tenants must hear the trains all the time. The location is inevitably near a busy road also, just another brick and cement block, like so many around it. However, just at the moment, this place looks like a Disney castle, all the jasmine trees in full bloom, the air thick with the rich glorious scent.

We get lovely blossoms here in Australia, but they rarely look like the pink image I have added at the top of this short post. But we do get the most delicious smelling Jasmine, in trees and in bushes, and there are plenty of these to be had. Some of them will blossom all through spring and into other seasons also, so it's not always a short visit by these lovely little flowers.

Somehow, these jasmine trees manage to make me feel so good, so lucky and so happy every time I walk past them.