Erotically Wasted – Details, episodes & analysis

I still think about the old days.

Living in the city. 

Same crew I’d known since college.

Doing the same old thing we’ve always done. 

Warm summer nights on the roof top, passing around a bottle of wine + sharing stories about lives we had never led.

Sophia was my best friend, my ride or die. 

The only person I’d both impersonate characters in the public streets while in the same evening cry my eyes into her lap.

The only one person to really see + understand the full spectrum of my oddities.

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

“Is that an American Accent?”

The voice came across the stone walkway between cafes.

I turned to see the face of a beautiful young man smiling back.

Blue eyes gleamed with deviant delight.

God bless, European men who have the audacity to try their luck with me.

“Join me for a glass of wine when you’re finished there,” he said.

I took my time flirting with the serving staff while I paid my bill + stepped across to his table.

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

Tap into your Inner Sex Kitten + unleash her prowress.

Get my FREE audio to guide you to her

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

It was evening as we walked arm-in-arm through the quiet streets of Barcelona.

The sound of Spanish guitar lingered faintly in the air like the romance of this city.

My lover spoke not a word of English, and I but a fair jumble of mashed dialect.

I was told the best way to learn a foreign language was through a lover.

And I could see why...

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

On the back of his scooter we rode through the jungles of Thailand.

As I raised my arms out like a bird, I drank in the erotic nature of the land.

An odor of lush wet green + exotic floral filled my nose.

Primal in essence

Igniting this feral force inside of me.

We pulled up to a house set far back away from any town.

The perfect scene for erotic indulgence.

But before we went in, he took my face in his hands, holding my eyes captive with his penetrating blue eyes.

“You are not mine. You belong to the world.”

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

Ornate masks hide our face + character

Dressed in our finest attire

Sipping champagne out of tea cups

Pinkies raised skyward

Elegantly wasted + perfectly refined

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

The taste of stale wine faintly lingered in my mouth from the night before.

Dazed + confused as my eyes roved over the strange environment,

Attempting to recollect how I had gotten here

And where “here” even was.

I was tangled in a mess of sheets + the limbs of a gorgeous man.

Naked, breathing, + out cold there beside me.

As my memory started piecing the events back together,

I laughed + rolled my eyes at my recklessness + frivolity.

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

Want more?

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

Want more?

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

His breath in my friends ear.

Telling her stories + making her body shiver with laughter.

Observation as his lips curled a mischievous smile.

Made of glass I could see right through him.

A tale of erotic threesomes with him as the star character.

Speak the lines correctly, dear, + you’ll have your happy ending...

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

Want more?

Connect with your body + access your inner sex kitten: https://sexloveyoga.mykajabi.com/skf

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

Tell me a story of a woman who’s wild, free, + loose with her morals.

A tale of recklessness over wine

Of magnetic mastery + broken hearts.

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

Want more?

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea

One…two…three…

I counted the seconds of silence under the black silk tie that blinded me from the scene.

My body on high alert to to every movement + every sound in the space.

Fingertips ran up the base of my head, clenching around a handful of hair + tugging my head backward.

Wet breath on my ear, as whispered profanity set the tone like a spell...

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea