Dear Readers,
It has been an unusually warm autumn here in Boulder, Colorado. The trees are still resplendent in their golden fiery leaves, untouched by the winter frost. Sitting from a mountainside under the warm sun, one can look down into the valley and see the brilliant colors -- red, gold, orange, yellow weaving through the city. It's a seductive view -- a reminder for us to enjoy a few sexy moments outdoors before the cold winds drive us inside. A reminder to pile those leaves into a gigantic bed in the garden and enjoy a sexy romp, or to fuck in the field surrounded by bending cornstalks, or to interlock on the smooth stone near the river. What better way to celebrate the passing of the seasons (both ecological and political) than by getting naked and losing oneself in a blissful orgasm?
We take great pride in our occupation here at O&C. We thoroughly enjoy our role as the purveyor of fine, literary erotica. It thrills us to know that our efforts bring you, the reader, great pleasure. It is in the grip of orgasmic bliss that we lose track of our troubles and embrace the moment -- that fiery sensational moment of being utterly alive.
"Let there be pleasure and ecstasy on earth and let it begin with me." - Annie Sprinkle
xoxo
Jordan & Samantha
