This is just a test…

Attention all readers!  If you are easily embarrassed, do not read this at your workplace computer!  If you have a Norwegian background and blush easily, do not read at all (that means you, mom).  This is an experiment in bumping up the heat a bit.  It is, in the overall scheme of romance, VERY tame.  I will fill you in on my smut-like plan after you read the following:

He chose her from the room full of people and invited her to his quarters.  It was a short walk; while still in view of the others, she glanced sheepishly over her shoulder to see if they were still watching.  They were.

The room was comfortable, dimly lit and cool.  Tentatively, she stood by the door and bit her lip as she always had done when nervous. 

He met her gaze for a brief moment, and she wondered if he would be her answer.

“Lay down.  On your back”  he ordered, curtly, as he closed the door. 

Without a word, she did.

Without hesitation or preparation, his warm, soft hands sought the reason she had come, and in that moment, she was unsure.  Why was she here?  His breath smelled of coffee; she loved coffee.  She would try to relax and let him do what he needed to do. 

The skin-tingling sensation that started as warmth, rose fast from her flesh and she doubted him no more.  She didn’t know his name, but if she had, she would have said it aloud.  Better not to know, she thought, at least this first time. 

Rescinding the gift of his hands, he mounted the table and positioned himself over her.  She finally got a look at him.  He had a strong jaw, which reflected his intent, but his blue eyes were focused on another part of her.  There was nothing extraordinary about his appearance, and although he was well-muscled, she never would have noticed him in the real world. 

As the totality of his weight shifted above her, she thought he must be close.  With his breath brushing her cheek, he found her aching center and pulled her through until the release finally came. 

When it was over, he simply left.  She combed her fingers through her hair and stood up.  He had been her answer after all, she almost couldn’t believe it.  With new-found confidence, she made seven more appointments before she left.  And, she found out, his name was Marcus. 

SO…this was just a excerpt of my day today,  juiced up and left mysterious.  Wishing you were me?  It was my physical therapy appointment.  AND, an ordinary, run of the mill adjustment that I thought would be fun to experiment with.  And before you all write to ask me the address of the place, the door is left open and we were fully clothed.  And I am monogamously married.  See how easy it can be to take any experience you have and make it romance novel worthy?  Try it!  Let me know how it goes!!  (And if you are by chance Marcus, so sorry.)