Eighteen encounters asking:

Is love sublime – or a delusion?
Is sex beautiful – or an itch?
In this book, lovers say
extraordinary things. Then they do them!
In love or sex ... they are dangerous.
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These are episodes of love + sex
with neither shy.
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They lasted long, enduring the excruciatingly slow ascent. They laughed, seeing how high up they were.
No mercy from the ache that burns – she whispered her astonished truth ...
“I love my body.”
“So open ...”
“I love it so ...”
She went silent to deliberately let three smooth sinkings penetrate fully. Her back arched off the bed to meet them, organs raw, exposed.
She recognized the point of no return, but it passed so slowly, not like the usual bullet followed by the crash. Instead – a calm, wide lake, warm and welcoming, exquisite. With each stoke of her lover, she surged through the water with music of liquids streaming past, and a warm rain. The ache spread through her pelvis, up into her chest, into her very breath. It ceased to torment, instead filling her heart with searing goodness.
Then it was in her throat. She screamed. The water itself melted, and she with it. All burning, all aching, drowned.
     This is an excerpt. To discover why they made love so slow, please read
Touch Me Again.
Titles: the minute they meet you – too bright to believe in – would take my fun away – not in all your days – oh Carolina – naked fine and delicious – farther up the mountain – a manner most provocative – heart’s tumultuous passage – fixed right – roared off the downslope – the simple shift of things – had never worn before – a pear – girl in love – above the canyon – say it the other way – see in – touch me again



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These are episodes of love + sex, with neither shy.
Touch Me Again
A book of intimacies
Eighteen encounters asking:
which comes first,
love or sex?
free samples




Is love sublime – or a delusion?
Is sex beautiful – or an itch?
In this book, lovers
say extraordinary things.
Then they do them! In love or
sex ... they are dangerous.
tumblr | facebook | goodreads
e-mail correspondence john@johncaedan.com
They lasted long, enduring the excruciatingly slow
ascent. They laughed, seeing how high up they were.
No mercy from the ache that burns – she whispered
her astonished truth –
“I love my body.”
“So open...”
“I love it so ...”
She went silent to deliberately let three smooth sinkings penetrate fully. Her back arched off the bed to meet them, organs raw, exposed.
She recognized the point of no return, but it passed so slowly, not like the usual bullet followed by the crash. Instead – a calm, wide lake, warm and welcoming, exquisite. With each stoke of her lover, she surged through the water with music of liquids streaming past, and a warm rain. The ache spread through her pelvis, up into her chest, into her very breath. It ceased to torment, instead filling her heart with searing goodness.
Then it was in her throat. She screamed. The water itself melted, and she with it. All burning, all aching, drowned.
     This is an excerpt. To discover why they made love so slow, please read Touch Me Again.
Titles: the minute they meet you – too bright to believe in – would take my fun away – not in all your days – oh Carolina – naked fine and delicious
farther up the mountain – a manner most provocative – heart’s tumultuous passage – fixed right – roared off the downslope
the simple shift of things – had never worn before – a pear – girl in love – above the canyon – say it the other way – see in – touch me again