I spent the better part of my down time at work scouring YouTube for my most favorite scene from the movie Wild Orchid to share with you. If you’ve seen it, it’s the scene where Carrie Otis is walking through the abandoned hotel in Rio and finds a couple having fervent, unabashed sex up against a wall under cascading water. I just find that scene incredibly hot. Ravenous sex up against a wall, and there’s water too? Hot. So hot. “On my mind all day long” kind of hot.
It’s been one of “those” days. The kind of day when restless desires ride me like the ocean tide to shore. No matter what the day brings, no matter how interesting or banal the task to draw me from it, my body has other needs that won’t allow themselves forgotten or pushed aside.
I hear it’s quiet want singing beneath my clothes, simmering between my legs, smoldering under each pore of my porcelain skin.
I chased it away as best I could. I envy men who could take themselves into the privacy of their office bathroom and have their way with themselves to free their minds from such a snare.
Unfortunately, despite my keen searching abilities, I was unable to find this scene, and although there were others from that film, none of them stoke my inner desires quite as much as the one I was hoping to find and share.
However, I reminded myself of this scene from Risky Business, my love of the heightened arousal only sex where one might get caught (even when in reality you really don’t want to be) brings, and my love of the city at night.
Please note, Tom Cruise is and has never been the least bit sexy to me. It’s the elements of the scene more than the people in it that do it for me; the lighting the both hides and reveals, the setting, the seduction, the innocence that peels away to reveal desire. It’s a small scene of cinematic genius. I imagine myself and a man of my choosing, and then replace these people with us. And honestly, who can deny the sensuality of “In The Air Tonight” by Phil Collins?