Saturday, December 18, 2010

Top 40

...and Post #100

I'm stunned and quite pleased to see that I've made Red Region Inferno's list of the Top 40 sexy blogs of 2010. I'm not sure where the awards ceremony is going to be held, but I've got my tux dusted off, and I'm working on my acceptance speech. And just thinking about the debauchery that's sure to be at the after-parties has me tingling all over.

In all seriousness, many thanks to Aarron at Red Region Inferno.

In other random notes, Blogger tells me that this will be post #100 since starting this blog last April. That seems like something of a milestone, and I'll just say that it's been a lot of fun. It's also been a trip filled with surprises - I knew I wanted an outlet for writing about sexuality, sensuality, fantasies, and real experiences, but I didn't know how (or if) it would manifest. I couldn't be more pleased so far at how it's gone - it's fun to write, and the comments and feedback you've sent are extremely gratifying. So I'm declaring a celebration.

As with all virtual celebrations, the drinks are on me!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Gimme All Your Lovin'

Just for the heck of it....

Happy 61st birthday to Billy Gibbons, guitar player and singer for ZZ Top. The band is probably best-known for their long beards, but I've been a fan of their music, and especially Billy Gibbons' guitar playing, for a long time. There's some really great blues guitar playing on ZZ Top songs, and it's deceptively simple - but when you listen more carefully, it's not as simple as it first sounds.

Then there are the music videos. Back in the Dark Ages (the early 80's), MTV started on cable TV, and played music videos (apparently this is no longer the case.) The ZZ Top videos were a sensation, especially among hormone-fueled teenage boys (like me and my friends.) We would scramble to the TV when one of their videos came on. They were overtly sexual and pushed the envelope about as far as possible for the day. Basically teenage guy fantasies. But what fun!

As a sex-starved teen, what I wouldn't have given to be tossed the keys to The Eliminator? Actually, what wouldn't I give today?

I still get a kick out of watching them, and I still love the music.

Happy birthday Billy!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

It's Everywhere....

It had been over a week since we'd made love, and I was seriously pent balls full-to-bursting. We snuggled into bed...kissing, stroking, undressing.

You leaned down with a sly "I wonder if I've forgotten how to do this," taking me in your mouth, and proving that you hadn't forgotten. My toes curled in ecstasy as you bobbed up and down, my cock rock-hard and throbbing.

I pulled out of your mouth, laid you down and spread your legs. Sliding my tongue between your pussy lips, I smiled to myself at how wet you always get from sucking my cock. I licked you up and down...flicking your clit with my tongue, and tasting your sweet nectar.

Moving up, I slid my cock head between your pussy lips...getting lubed and in position...then thrusting home in one long stroke. damn good....

We varied the pace - periods of slow love-making, followed by bursts of hard fucking. You asked me to give it you from behind, and I'm always happy to oblige that request.

I love giving it to you doggy-style. I knew I couldn't last much longer, and you asked me to unload in your mouth. But before I could agree, you reconsidered, remembering the size of my load from the last time I went a week without climaxing.

The time for discussion had passed. You were starting a series of climaxes...screaming and bucking back into me. And I could feel the tingle in my balls that's the unmistakable sign of an impending climax. It was starting and couldn't be stopped. I gave two savage final thrusts, then pulled out to shoot onto the small of your back.

I could feel the difference that not cumming for a week makes. Rather than a number of discrete spurts, I came in one long gushing long powerful jet of hot white cum that felt like it might never end. Intense and electric, I felt like a volcano a force of nature.

Our climaxes finally subsiding, we snuggled, rolled over and started the cleanup.

"Oh my God, where did you cum?!?"

"The small of your back." Laughing, "And maybe other places too."

"Oh my God, it's *everywhere*!" And so it was....

"All up my back. All over the bed. Is it in my hair?!?"

"You're so damn bad. I should know by now that I can never let you go for a week...."

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Skin Orgasms

Here's an article I saw yesterday on MSNBC:
'Messiah' give you chills? That's a clue to your personality
I found it interesting because there have always been musical passages that give me full-body chills (or what a psychologist in the article calls "skin orgasms.")

The theory being discussed is this:
Some people report lots of skin orgasms and some people say they never get them, but the personality trait "openness to experience" seems like a good predictor. (By "open to experience" the researchers seem to mean those people who enjoy art, good movies, aesthetic stuff.)
I first remember experiencing this at age 12 or 13, while listening to a classical piece. This was before I had ever had a real orgasm, but looking back, there were similarities - the "Woah, WOAH, what's happening?!?", the wave of pleasure washing over me (though not nearly as intense as a real orgasm,) the afterglow, and the "I want to feel that again!"

Very interesting....

Thursday, December 9, 2010

FFF: Office Party

I spent the office Christmas party mingling with as many people as possible. As the evening got late, I found myself flirting with Karen and Amy from accounting - both hotties, but straight arrows. Or so I thought.

When Karen jokingly bemoaned the lack of mistletoe, I asked her if she believed in Santa's magic mistletoe. She looked confused, but Amy caught on. "Yes, it's only visible to those who've been especially good - or naughty - in the past year."

I smiled, pleased. "That's right."

Karen winked at Amy, "Isn't that a sprig right above his head?"

I grinned as they moved in for a three-way kiss.

Twenty minutes later we were back at my place, naked, kissing in front of the fireplace...shivering with desire...eager for what the night had in store for us....

The challenge this week was: 107-127 words.
The phrase "...shivering with desire..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Healing Touch

I read an article this morning titled "Do Real Men Like to Cuddle?" It's interesting, if a bit rambling, and discusses the "cuddle gene," cuddle parties, and the importance of the sense of touch in general. The answer, for this "real man," is absolutely yes.

I consider touch *vital*. I think I'm one of those who would literally wither away and die if deprived of touch. I'm talking for the moment of non-sexual touch (not that sexual touch isn't wonderful too - of course it is, but that's a different subject.)

This is regardless of gender or age - if we're close, I need your touch, and I need to touch you. Of course, only where it's welcome and natural - not unsolicited pawing. Just simple person-to-person contact.

I've thought of taking a massage class, and intend to one day. The Sensual Goddess says there is magic and healing in my hands, and I really think I could develop a healing touch.

Apparently not everyone feels they need touch. I'll take their word for it, but to my ears it sounds like someone saying they don't need food, water, or air.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

FFF: Neck

I'm marking you. My two day beard has my face scratchy and roughened, and right now I want nothing more than to devour your neck and throat. You're moaning loudly...both from the feel of my lips and tongue on your soft sensitive skin, and from the roughness of my whiskers. You know I'm taking you...marking you as mine.

You try to turn around and face me, but my strong arms hold you right where you are. I'm undressing us slowly...teasingly. Your nipples are rock hard and exposed to the cool air...your jeans unbuttoned...but right now I want all your attention to be on your neck...every nerve standing on end, desperate for more....

The challenge this week was: 111-149 words.
The phrase "...scratchy and roughened..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

HNT: Neck

The Hierophant

You are The Hierophant

Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.

All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.

The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.

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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Pure Evil

You were on your hands and knees on the bed, and I was on my knees behind you, pounding you hard. You were moaning deliriously, and the feel of your tight juicy pussy, combined with the erotic sounds we were making, were taking me closer and closer to the edge. My hands were gripping your hips and I was thrusting harder...more urgently...frantically.

I felt my balls tighten and the tingle of orgasm start from deep within. I gripped your hips even harder and thrust one last time as my cum started to spray into you. The feel of my hot load inside you usually triggers another of your climaxes, and this time was no different - your moans turned into shrieks, and I saw your right hand move to your clit...your fingers a blur, intensifying your release.

My climax finished, and my wits slowly returned, but I was still buried balls deep inside you. I hadn't released my grip on your hips, and I hadn't stopped grinding into you. Now my cock doesn't immediately deflate after cumming - I stay fully hard for a while, and only go down slowly after that. So I stayed buried deep, grinding...and realized that you were still cumming....

You were out of control...body spasming...pussy gushing...moaning non-stop...time continuing to pass, moments uncounted. I was both amazed at the duration and power of your climax - and also pleased that I could give you that kind of pleasure. Not to mention at the point of disbelief that your orgasm could last so long.

I finally started to release the pressure of my grind into you, and you started to come down. It was an amazing, intense moment. I finally slipped out of you, and you collapsed on the bed. Gasping for breath, you turned to me and said, "You're pure evil."

Now I always thought of "pure evil" as maybe this guy...or maybe him. But me? Really?

How could I possibly respond to a compliment like that, except to laugh and say, "You're welcome."

Thursday, November 25, 2010


Just a quick note to wish everyone a peaceful and joyous Thanksgiving. I realize that today is *American* Thanksgiving, as opposed to the it-makes-much-more-sense-to-have-it-in-October *Canadian* Thanksgiving (which the Sensual Goddess is kind enough to remind me annually.) But regardless of when you officially celebrate it, any day seems appropriate to be reminded to give thanks and be grateful.

I have many blessings in my life, and many reasons to be grateful. Which doesn't mean that things are always easy (they're assuredly not,) but it does mean that the universe has always provided me with what I need to grow. I will say a prayer of thanks and drink a silent toast to that today.

One specific thing I'll be thankful for today is this blog. I had *no* idea when I started this where it would go, if I really had anything to say, if anyone but me would want to read it, if anyone (somehow having found their way here) would enjoy what they read, etc., etc.

7+ months later, I'm *thrilled* at how it's developed. I enjoy the writing and feel like I do have something to say. And more than just saying "enjoy", I really feel like I *need* this outlet to express fantasies and thoughts on sensuality/sexuality. I'm thrilled that people have found their way here, and I couldn't be more grateful for those of you who have reached out and let me know what you think, and shared some of yourselves. You're *good* people, and I consider you a blessing.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Girls Kissing

Seeing Dark Trails' recent post reminds me that watching girls kiss is one of my very favorite things. The video he links to is much like the one I somehow found on YouTube a while ago. I could hardly believe my good fortune, and spent an entire rainy Sunday afternoon watching vid after vid of girls kissing.

Now to my mind, deep open-mouth tongue kissing is one of life's greatest pleasures - sensual, intimate, intense. Some of my favorite memories are of teenage make-out sessions, where kissing for its own sake was all that one expected or hoped for - it wasn't a step on the way to something else. A more innocent time, to be sure, but the memories are still charged.

The Sensual Goddess asks me, "But why *girls* kissing? What's wrong with a guy and a girl kissing?" Well, there's nothing *wrong* with a guy and a girl kissing. That can be nice to watch too. But there's just something I can't explain about two girls kissing. It drives me wild, and I can't really tell you why. Maybe it's the soft sensuality...or maybe the forbiddenness (although it's becoming less and less forbidden, to the point of being mainstream.) But whatever the reason, I would *much* rather watch girls passionately kissing than a hard-core vid of an emotionally detached girl with her ankles behind her ears getting pounded.

I could literally watch this (and be on the verge of explosion) all day. In all seriousness.

Here's one more. Damn....

Thursday, November 18, 2010

FFF: Ad Campaign

A friend in H.R. passed me the word that I was going to be fired – but not until I completed my current assignment on the Philip Morris account. Bastards. They loved my advertising campaigns, but resented my high salary. Well, we'll just see about this last magazine ad.

The set and the models were ready – and my cock lurched at the scene I had set up. Two gorgeous brunettes – Marie, an old favorite of mine, standing, and Anne, a new model, on her knees, tongue buried in Marie's pussy.

The stairs creaked at the far end of the hall, and I yelled at my idiot assistant to stay out of the shot. Interestingly, Anne never stopped eating Marie's pussy during the interruption.

Marie lit the cigarette, and I got the shots I wanted. I grinned to myself, imagining the looks on the marketing committee's faces when they saw the new ad, captioned, "Great Tasting Smokes for Great Tasting Smokers." Fuckers.

The shoot complete, I dismissed the crew, and motioned to the girls to follow me to my trailer.

The challenge this week was: 150-180 words.
The phrase "...the stairs creaked..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Third Orgasm

It was our first night at The Club, and it had been a voyeuristic feast. We watched all sorts of people having all sorts of sex, and we we both spent the evening in a state of uncontained arousal.

We spent some time at the edge of the big common room watching bodies couple and writhe. We were undecided on actually playing, but I finally convinced you to come onto the mattresses, in a secluded corner, and I took you hard and fast. We both exploded in no time, and you spent the rest of the night feeling my cum dripping out of you....

An hour or two later, watching a group fucking in a semi-private room, you dropped to your knees and sucked me off, gulping down my load. Then we had a couple drinks, checked out the dance floor, and continued to watch the goings-on.

Toward the end of the night, we were back at the semi-private rooms. Two couples were starting to get initmate, and a third couple walked in. The guy was unmemorable, but the girl made me do a double-take. She was about our age, maybe a little younger, blonde, busty, and attractive in a "regular person" way. I pulled you into the room.

The blonde sank to her knees, right next to us, and took her guy's pants down. We both watched as she shed her top and bra, showing off a fantastic pair of big soft tits. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking. You touched my crotch and looked at me in devilish surprise to find me swelling. I nodded with an evil grin and guided you to your knees. You took my pants down and fell to your knees, watching the couple next to us.

The blonde was very aware of us and looked over. My cock was swelling and ready, and you took me in your mouth as she watched. She sucked her guy with renewed vigor, and she knew I was watching. I groaned out loud and thrust my cock into your mouth. You moaned with pleasure and sucked hard.

I was mesmerized by the busty blonde on her knees next to us, watching her suck with enthusiasm. She felt my gaze, looked up, and our eyes locked. My knees just about buckled with the intensity of the look. We were sharing an intimate moment in a way I never could have imagined.

We held the gaze, and we both tried to put on a show for the other. She made sure I could see how well she was blowing her guy, made sure I could see her tits jiggle as she bobbed her head. For my part, I made sure she could see my cock sliding deep into your mouth, and I admit I felt some pride that I was noticably longer and thicker than my counterpart.

I felt like I was in an altered state. Already having cum twice, I was throbbing and electric again, a carnal beast...energized by all the erotic stimulus. I felt the welling up of impending orgasm in my balls, and I held your head in place, thrust hard, and let go...never breaking eye contact with my blonde friend. I shot my second load of the night down your throat as I roared like a bull. My third orgasm.

The perfect erotic story would have had the two ladies switching places, but that didn't happen. And as we finished, we heard the announcement that the party was ending. We gathered our things and stumbled out into the night air. The night had been maybe the most erotic ever.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Club: Introduction

The Sensual Goddess has asked me a few times why I haven't written anything about our experiences at The Club. It's not something I've purposely avoided, but I also wasn't sure how to structure blog posts about it.

I've decided to just post random snippets of our experiences there, and tag them "The Club." For those who follow my tagging habits, "The Club" is a subset of "Reminiscing" - completely true, to the best of my recollection.

As background, The Club is a gone-but-not-forgotten on-site sex club in a city not too far from us. We attended parties there a number of times a few years ago, and it was a voyeur's paradise (and thus nirvana for two committed voyeurs like us!) We saw sights that still dance erotically in my head. Sadly, it's no longer in existence.

We participated with each other, but didn't play with anyone else or partake of the group activities. This wasn't a problem, as no one was expected or pressured to do anything they didn't want to do. We had never done anything like this, and talked about participating, but never came to complete clarity on what we wanted - so it seemed safer to just watch the others and play together. And it worked out fine.

A few general notes on The Club before writing about specific adventures:
  • On-site means that people had sex right there (as opposed to off-site, where you meet people at their party/facility, but have to go elsewhere to actually do anything.)

  • Admittance was limited to couples and single ladies (a.k.a., unicorns, of which there were very very few.) No single guys. Plus, you had to apply for membership and sign up in advance for parties. No walking up to the door.

  • The facility was a big three-story house, completely unmarked on the outside. There was a bar (BYOB) and tables for eating on the first floor. The second floor had a huge open room covered with mattresses (and stacks of clean sheets) as a common area, and a number of semi-private "bedrooms". The common area was open above to viewers on the third floor, and the semi-private rooms had mirrors on the celiing so people out in the hall could look in. The third floor had a dance floor, a bar, and sofas along the walls. So there were plenty of places to play, and plenty of places to watch.

  • Our biggest source of nervousness on our first visit was "will everyone there be young and buff and make us feel out of place?" It turned out not to a concern at all. There were people of all ages, sizes, and shapes. Most were reasonably attractive and took care of themselves (as we are and do!) - but very much regular people.

  • There was a strict "no means no" policy, and I never saw any problems (not that we were regulars.)
Specific stories will follow from time to time.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Property: Objections

(Continuation of thoughts from here.)

I can hear the objections now:

1. You just want to be able to run around guilt-free. No, I'm not saying that I want something I would deny to anyone else - I think that everyone should be able to have the experiences they feel they need, without guilt.

2. It would be chaos. Maybe, but it would be honest chaos, and I think what we have now is dis-honest chaos. There are a lot of unhappy and frustrated people who think that doing what they feel they need would make them "bad" people. I say, "drop the guilt, drop the shame, you're a good person who's doing what's completely natural. Go and enjoy."

3. Jealousy isn't just going to fall away. I know, and that's a big issue. But the only way out I see is to start thinking in a new way. As soon as we stop thinking about our partners as our property, the sooner it follows that we all have needs and want experiences, and that's okay.

4. What about the children? Absolutely, children need to be taken care of and brought up in a safe and loving environment. The decision to have children has to be conscious (and birth control is generally reliable enough that it *can* be conscious.) This is really a separate issue. I don't have a specific proposal here, but I also note that as a society, we're not currently doing a wonderful job making sure that all children are brought up safe, healthy and loved - so I don't think I'm proposing the tearing down of a system that works.

All of this is meant more as food for thought than as a concrete proposal. It would require way more honesty than I think most people are used to dealing with, and it would require a great deal of personal responsibility (again, more than many people are used to taking.)

I really don't think that love is a fixed quantity - that giving some there means that there's less here. Dismiss this as utopian and unrealistic, but I really don't see why it couldn't work. And maybe not for everyone, but certainly for those who decide they want to live that way.

I think that some people are actually putting this into practice - brave souls who are either underground or just don't care that the mainstream would regard them as freaks. I hope the day is coming when people feel free to be more honest about what they want.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Property and Bad Words

(Continuation of thoughts that started here.)

If we eliminate the idea of people as property, what are we left with? Every individual as a free agent, who can decide who they want to be with, live with, be intimate with. Those who want exclusivity are welcome to choose that. Those who need other arrangements are welcome to choose that. All that's required is complete honesty.

The idea of jealousy has to go, of course, and that's a significant hurdle. But that's an idea rooted in possessiveness and ownership. I don't own you, so you're welcome and encouraged to to what makes you happy. We all are.

If we say that the root emotion behind relationships is love, then shouldn't I want you to have the experiences you feel you need? If I don't want that, it sounds like we're talking about control, possession, and fear - not love.

Once we start thinking this way, some bad words disappear from the language.
"Unfaithful": there's no such thing. Whatever you're doing is, by definition, being faithful to yourself.

"Cheating": also no such thing. You decide on the experiences you want, as you don't belong to anyone else.

"Adultery": another concept based in human ownership.

"Vows": this concept has to stop or change form, as we have to realize that we can't promise how we're going to feel tomorrow. You can't make a promise today and have both people assume it's good forever after - the process of reevaluation has to be ongoing.

"Guilt": there's no reason to feel guilty, you're doing what you feel you need to do, which is perfectly natural and acceptable.

"Shame": as with guilt, there's no need to feel this way. Enjoy your sexuality, revel in it.
If you treat everyone in your life with honesty and integrity, I don't see how this wouldn't work, and how there wouldn't be a quantum leap in happiness for everyone, and for society as a whole.

Of course I'm playing devil's advocate here, and am well aware that this would be a huge leap in consciousness for a lot of people - but I really do believe that it would be a better way.

(Continued here)

On People as Property

I find the "infidelity" blogs thought-provoking. There are obviously a lot of people out there not getting what they need from their spouse/partner, and they've decided to do something about it. And not only do something about it, but tell the world about it too.

I salute this, because I think everyone needs to wake up and realize that they're responsible for, first, actually acknowledging their needs, and then figuring out how to satisfy them.

In most cases, there's a subtext of lying and sneaking around - trying to keep secrets from the spouse/partner. And there's usually some explicit or implied guilt associated with that. Because, after all, the cultural assumption (that only hippies or weirdos ever challenge) is that committing yourself to one person is the only normal and natural thing to do.

You'd better choose wisely (and be very lucky,) because that one person is responsible for all of your companionship, intimacy, and sexual desires. Getting any of these needs met from any other source is completely taboo, and it would be socially acceptable for the wronged partner to scream, cry, leave/divorce you, or worse. And the fact that people's wants and needs change over time is no excuse. Because the assumption is that you own each other. Like any other property.

I'd like to challenge these assumptions and give my (admittedly Utopian) ideas for eliminating the idea of people as property.

(Continued here)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

FFF: Cadillac

My whole body spasmed as I climaxed...pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum down her throat. She gulped frantically, trying to swallow every drop. Finally, content that she had missed nothing, she sat up in the passenger erotic vision in fish-nets, garters, and pearls.

The engine of my 1958 Cadillac convertible was humming quietly. This was my baby, and I worked hard to keep her immaculate. The attention I got at car shows made the work worthwhile. And not all the attention was from gear-heads....

I met Susie and her husband at a car show last summer. I know I wasn't the only guy who noticed her in her sundress and fish-nets. Her husband had had too many beers, and was acting like an ass. They bickered, and he stormed off.

She looked relieved that he had gone, and asked me about the car. We talked a while, and she asked with a sly smile if I would give her a ride. I playfully resisted, and she winked and said she would make it worth my while. Half an hour later, on a secluded road outside town, I was recovering from the best blowjob I'd ever had.

I lounged in the back seat while she explored in the driver's seat. Then, ready again, I summoned her back to join me....

The challenge this week was: 130-230 words.
The phrase "...humming quietly..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Regular People

Two of my favorite bloggers (here and here), posted HNT's last Thursday with similar comments about being "regular people." Personally, I would rather see a sexy pic of a regular person than a professional (porn star, swimsuit model, etc.) Not that there's anything wrong with a nice pic of a swimsuit model - that's sexy in its own way, of course. But the regular person can be much more erotic.

First of all, I can relate more to regular people. While I think I'm in reasonable shape (even good shape) for a 40's desk-bound professional, I'm not an Olympic gymnast or male underwear model.

Also, there's an element of voyeurism that appeals to me. The porn star/swimsuit model makes a living out of having their body ogled. With a sexy HNT pic, I feel like I'm seeing something that's usually hidden...something not shown to everyone.

Two of my favorite web sites are Voyeurweb and Flash Your Rack, because they show (for the most part) real people, not professionals. Voyeurweb's daily highlight is something I usually check out, and rating racks on FYR is an always-fun time waster. Again, real women get bonus points from me, and obvious professionals or hideous out-of-proportion implants get a "1".

All this isn't to say that being in shape has *no* importance. Of course the classic female curves are sexy. But it's not necessary to be a professional body to be sexy. Three cheers for regular people.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

HNT: Mountain Man

With recent travel, I'm back to the "mountain man" look. I've been clean-shaven for the past few months, after having had a closely-cropped beard for years. Now that it's back, I'm debating whether or not to keep it. Yes, there's more white than brown now, but that doesn't bother me.

Happy HNT.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

e[lust] #21

Photo courtesy of Evocative Abyss

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #22? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

Important e[lust] update: e[lust] will be going on hiatus for the holidays. The editions for November and December would both occur around the holidays and I know I'll be short on both submissions and judges as well as personal time. e[lust] #22 will return in January, with ample advance warning, so please make sure you're subscribed for updates!

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

D/s Without the D/s? - This is one of those situations in a real time D/s relationship where much of the “fun” aspects of the D/s needs to be stuffed in the closet for a bit. And for us, it’s not a great time to be either a masochist or a sadist. We can deal with that.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Yes, Jelly Sex Toys Can be Dangerous - Even if a jelly rubber toy says “phthalate-free”, it still can contain toxic chemicals that can cause skin reactions in some people. These toys are still non-porous and can harbor dirt and bacteria because they cannot be sanitized.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Unfortunately, this edition has no Top Three picks as I didn't have enough volunteer judges. If you'd like to volunteer to help, visit this page to find out more info and ensure that the Top Three picks continue.

See also: Pleasurists #101 and #100 for all your sex toy review needs.

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Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

All Painted Up...
A Modest Proposal: Should Ginger & Cooper Fuck?
Happy Sexual Freedom Day
How Do You Explain
Life in spanking after 30: part 2

Erotic Writing

Fantasy: Movie Night
Feeling Helpless
Gabrielle, Guest Star
Happy Anniversary...
History Lesson
I Still Don't Know How You Taste
Monday Morning 2am
Metallic Seduction
New Erotic Story For The Holidays - Tinsel Temptation
Putting the car into park
The Ordeal (Part Four)
The Sweetest Violation
The Young Mom
The Moment
The Soccer Mom
Timeless in a Window's Light

Kink & Fetish

A space to hate and rage and be angry (photo story)
Beyond the Bedroom
Does liking Helmut Newton equal a fetish?
Happy Halloween: Light Me Up
I am all pins and needles
Kink and Fibromyalgia
Ownership and Monogamy
Punishing the servants
Switching It Up
The Cage
The Sacred Swinger Holiday: Halloween!
the most amazing night with HIM
The Pedicure
The Right Question
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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

All Roads Lead to Acceptance... I hope!
Crisis Averted
Dear boyfriend, I love you. And your cock.
Having Great Goddamned Expectations
If You Google it, I will Answer #9
I Don't Know If I've Ever Been Really Loved By a Hand That's Touched Me
How to Massage Man’s G-spot
My Coming Out Story
National Coming Out Day
Recovering From Anorexia
Role Reversal
Sadie's Condom PSA

Thursday, October 21, 2010

FFF: Bastard

We had just finished a marathon love-making session, ending with an animalistic doggy-style fuck, and I was equal parts satiated and exhausted. I lay back on the bed trying to recover my wits and my breath, as she rose from the bed and wrapped the blanket around her.

She looked at me and spat, "Bastard!"

Huh? Me? What?!? I looked at her, confused.

A sneer curled her lip. "You heard me. Bastard. No one has ever fucked me that one has ever pulled my hair like that...yanked my head back during love-making.... That was just nasty."

She was really angry. I couldn’t help grinning. I didn’t know my princess had only had good boys. Apparently I was her first bad boy.

My eyes flashed with amusement, and I was on the verge of laughing out loud, which I knew would only make her angrier. I cut her off before she could hurl more venom at me.

"Yes, I fucked you hard. I'm sorry your dignity is damaged. But answer one question. Did you enjoy it?"

She tried to start another rampage, but I cut her off again. "You haven't answered my question."

I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.

She fumed...glared at me in silence. Finally she lowered her eyes. "Yes. Bastard."

The challenge this week was: 100-300 words.
The phrase "...a sneer curled her lip..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Love Your Lurkers Day

...and other meta-blogging thoughts.

I've seen from some other blogs that it's "Love Your Lurkers Day." I'm happy to play along, because this is something I have thought and talked about some recently. When I considered starting a blog, the Sensual Goddess encouraged me to do it, but added, "How will anyone know about your blog? How will you get readers?"

I didn't know, but was confident (arrogant?) enough that I thought readers would find me, somehow. There were so many blogs that I enjoyed reading, I thought if I commented on others' posts and joined in some of the discussions, that some might add me to their blogrolls. And bless them (you?), they did. How sad it was in those initial days, when I would have no hits outside of my own house. And how thrilling to finally start getting a hit or two...and then more. The next quantum leaps were joining in Flash Fiction Friday (which I love!) and submitting posts to e[lust] - my traffic has spiked with the posting of every edition of e[lust] that's had one of my pieces.

Now that I actually have readers, I naturally wonder who you are? In the blogging community, I have some idea. There are a number of bloggers whose posts I often comment on, and who often comment on mine - a mutual admiration society (you know who you are, and I value you *tremendously*!) Others comment from time to time as the mood strikes, and I'm very grateful for that too (I admit it, I *love* getting comments...if that's vanity or ego, so be it.)

Then there are the lurkers. I see the random hits from all over the world, and sometimes I see how they got to me, but other times I have no idea. Sometimes they'll read a post or two, and they're gone. Others stay and read way back into my posting history. But with very rare exceptions, they never comment and never click "Follow." It makes me wonder, why would you stay for hours and read everything I've ever posted, and not click "Follow"?

On the other hand, I have an alternate perspective under my roof. I will see the Sensual Goddess read my blog (usually rewarding me with a "You're so damn bad!") then click entries on my blogroll, telling me about what she likes on other blogs. When I ask if she's posted a comment to give the blogger that feedback, she just looks at me like I'm crazy.

I'm not complaining, I just wonder what you're thinking. I wish you would tell me. I wish I could see through the screen and watch you reading me. When I see a hit from the U.S. or Canada, I can imagine the reader looking at my blog. But when I see hits from Asia, Africa, or the Middle East, I have a hard time imagining it.

Anyway, this is a long and rambling way of saying thank you to everyone who does take the time to read this blog. I appreciate your reading, and very much welcome comments/feedback. At the end of the day I blog for myself, because I enjoy writing and having this outlet - but getting feedback makes it much more rewarding.

I noted this week that I started this blog six months ago, so I'm declaring a half blogoversary celebration. Drinks are on me, formal (or other interesting) attire is requested.

Monday, October 18, 2010

The Young Mom (Finale)

Fantasy continued:

The brief, semi-public encounters we had had so far were extremely erotic, and had me in an almost-constant state of arousal for those few weeks. But I needed to get her in private, where we had enough time to fully enjoy ourselves. The solution to this problem presented itself almost immediately. I had to attend a two-day conference at her office, which would require me to stay overnight. After making my arrangements, I phoned her, and we had a short conversation, our first since she ran off to catch her train (with a mouthful of my cum.)

I told her I would be in town overnight. She responded with an interested "Oh?" I said I wanted her to come see me, and she said she would see what she could do.

I left her with these instructions: don't come unless you're willing to be taken. Completely taken. I told her I didn't want her to make a decision now, that she had until that night to decide - but I told her that I would regard her stepping into my hotel room as permission to have my way with her. She said she understood, and gave me a rather breathless good-bye.

The day finally arrived, and I didn't see her during the day, as she wasn't in the meetings I was attending. There was a short dinner meeting, and I texted her that if she was coming, she should be at my room at 8pm.

I was ready. The room was dimly lit, and I was freshly showered, and was wearing black silk boxers under a silk bathrobe. I was practically quivering with anticipation. Would she show up? She could be having second thoughts...and if she was, I'd rather she didn't show up....

But exactly at 8:00 there was a soft knocking on my door. I took a second to compose myself before cracking the door open. There she stood, a vision in a slinky black dress with a plunging neckline. She said, "Hi," and I took a moment to answer as I drank her in with my eyes. She looked nervous and said, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

I answered with a question, "You know what stepping in here means?"


I opened the door and invited her in, complimenting her on her dress. She stepped into the room with a smile.

But the smile didn't last. As soon as the door was closed, I backed her up against the wall, my body pressing firmly into hers as we kissed frantically, tongues wrestling. My hips had her pinned hard against the wall, as my hands explored. I squeezed her big tits and felt her nipples harden through the layers of fabric. Then my hands went to the hem of her dress, lifting...when I felt the tops of her stockings and then bare thigh. Holy smokes, she was wearing stockings and garters for me. My young mom was undeniably feeling like a woman again. It also occurred to me that she didn't leave home lookng like this - she must have gone somewhere first to change. But I could hardly wait to unwrap my little package and see if she had any other surprises for me.

My right hand moved to the back of her neck, first to crush her lips into mine, and then to find the zipper of her dress. I quickly found it and unzipped her to the waist. I broke the kiss and moved her to the dresser at the foot of the bed, and put her standing and facing the mirror, with me behind her. I slid the dress off her shoulders, over her hips, and let it fall to the floor. My god...she was wearing a black lace push-up demi-bra, with matching black stockings and garters. And no panties. She looked like something out of a wet dream, and I couldn't wait to have my way with her.

I held her close from behind, my lips moving to her neck and my hands wrapped around her waist, then moved up to unclasp the bra and feel her tits. I squeezed them roughly, pinching and stretching her engorged nipples. She moaned and threw her head back, but I told her to open her watch me explore her body from behind. I felt her hips press back into me, but I continued my nipple-play, wanting to see how aroused she could get from just that.

I finally gave her tits a break, as I stepped back and dropped my robe and my boxers. I stepped back to her, holding her tightly from behind, drinking in the sexy vision in the mirror, my gaze locked onto hers. My cock was between the cheeks of her ass, and she was rocking back into me. I had her arch her back, presenting her sexy ass to me, and I reached under to cup her pussy. She was soaking wet, and I slid two fingers easily into her pussy. She groaned "please...."

"Please what, baby?"

"Please fuck me."

Part of me wanted to make her beg, but a bigger part of me couldn't resist. I bent my knees, positioned my cock at her entrance, rubbed my head up and down her slit to get lubed, then grabbed her hips and slowly pushed inside. I groaned low and long as my cock slid inch by inch into her tight little snatch. She pushed back as I thrust forward until I was balls deep inside her. I stayed there for a minute, completely buried in her, feeling her pussy muscles squeezing my cock. I told her firmly to keep her hands on the dresser and her eyes on mine, then with my hands firmly on her hips, I started slowly thrusting...slowly in, watching her pussy spread wide to swallow me...then slowly out, watching my cock withdraw, slick with her juices, until only my cock-head was inside her.

The next couple hours were a blur. I fucked her from behind at the dresser until she climaxed with a scream. Then I put her on her knees and watched in the mirror as she sucked my cock until I blew a huge load down her throat. We moved to the bed, where first we recovered for a bit, then I laid her down on her back and ate her pussy until she begged for mercy. At that point, I had recovered, and fucked her in a number of positions, finally climaxing again as I plowed her from behind on the bed, with her face buried in the pillows and her ass in the air.

I was completely spent, and she seemed barely conscious. We snuggled and talked quietly for a bit, and then she said she had to go. She showered quickly, and I helped her arrange herself. Then she left the room, and I fell into a deep, satiated sleep.

The End

Friday, October 15, 2010

The Young Mom (Part 3)

Fantasy continued:

A few days later, she let me know in an e-mail exchange that she was coming to our office for a dinner meeting the next week. She asked about the train schedule back to her city, and I told her the last train left at 9pm, but that she shouldn't worry, as I could drive her to the train after the meeting. She simply responding "Great."

My cock was twitching at the possibility of another encounter with my hot young mom, but the intervening time was busy enough that I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. When the day finally arrived, I was ready.

I saw her a few times that day, and we were cordial but professional. She was dressed up for a visit to the big office: navy skirt and suit coat, with what looked like a white silk blouse underneath, with the first couple buttons undone. Professional with just a hint of sexiness. Very nice.

The dinner meeting went quickly and wrapped up early, which was a pleasant surprise. I asked if she'd like a ride to the train station, and she accepted gratefully. We rode down in the elevator together, and the tension in the air was thick, but I was completely professional. Until we got in my car.

As soon as the doors closed and we were alone in our little world, all the built-up tension let loose. I brought her to me for a scorching kiss, sitting in the driver's seat as she leaned across to me. Our tongues wrestled as my hands went to her breasts, squeezing them roughly. Damn, they fit so nicely in my hands....

Reluctantly I broke the kiss, and said we'd better get to the train station. She looked flustered, and obviously wanted to go at it right there, but I thought that driving first might be fun. She sat back and I pulled out onto the dark city street. I asked her if she was ready for me, and she answered that she'd been ready all day. I said "Show me."

She looked at me questioningly. I locked my gaze on her. "You heard me, show me."

It dawned on her what I wanted. She wriggled out of her suit coat, throwing it in the back seat. Then she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse...and then the one after that. My eyes were glancing back and forth between the road and the erotic sight next to me. Three more buttons, and the blouse hung open, her white lace bra clearly visible in the highway lights coming in through the windows. I could see her dark nipples poking through the thin lace, and I reached over to tweak them. She unclasped the front clasp, and the bra fell open. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, then I put both hands back on the wheel.

"Play with them for me."

She leaned back, a little self-conscious, but not hesitating. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them softly. Her fingers moved to the nipples, playing with them very gently at first, but then pulling and pinching them increasingly roughly. Her moans increased in volume from soft mews to deep moans and gasps.

"That's beautiful. But keep going."

She knew what I meant, and immediately reached under her skirt, lifted her hips, and slid her panties down her legs and off. She made a show of folding the white lace thong and sliding it into my pocket. Good girl.

She leaned back in the seat, and slowly, ever so slowly, raised the hem of her skirt. Her legs parted, her hands on her inner thighs... I think my heart skipped a beat when I got the first glimpse of her dark bush. She lifted the skirt to her waist, and spread her legs for me. Damn! I could only glance, as I didn't want to run off the road. Her fingers moved to her pussy, rubbing her clit slowly, as the smell of her arousal filled the car.

She could see the appreciation on my face as I glanced over. But I noticed that we were approaching the train station, so I motioned her to cover up for the moment. She closed her blouse and lowered her skirt as we took the ticket to enter the parking garage. Once inside, I headed for a secluded spot and parked. As soon as the engine was off, I drew her to me again for another deep tongue kiss. Her hands went right to my cock, which was painfully erect, and I broke the kiss to whisper in her ear. "Unbuckle me."

She fumbled with my belt buckle, finally getting it undone, then quickly unbuttoned and unzipped me. I raised my hips and she slid them down, leaving me in my black boxer-briefs. I was making a tent of them, and she caressed my cock through the fabric. Then her hands moved to the waistband, and I raised my hips so she could peel them down. My cock sprang out, hard and thick and fully erect. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, and she started stroking up and down, murmuring to herself. I asked what she was saying, and she said, "It's so damn thick...."

I tilted the driver's seat back a little, and she knew what I wanted and moved her head towards my cock. Her right hand cupped my balls as her left hand was wrapped around my shaft, pumping slowly. I felt her breath on my head, and then her tongue. She licked my head around and around, and then wrapped her lips around it and sucked...

Damn that felt good, and I couldn't resist pushing my hips up, sliding my cock into her mouth. She sucked with enthusiasm, bobbing her head up and down over the first inch of my shaft, while jacking me with her hand. I wanted to slow her down, as this wasn't a race to the finish line. I wanted to savor every sensation of her sucking my cock. I slid my right hand to the back of her neck and wrapped it in the thick hair at the nape of her neck. I brought her up to the head of my cock, whispering, "Just the head, baby." She licked and sucked, trying to take more...but I wouldn't let her. There was enough light coming from the overhead lights in the parking garage that I could see her working on my head, and straining to take more.

I finally needed to give her more, so with my hand still firmly holding her head, I switched from holding her up to pushing her down. I groaned out loud as I felt the first couple inches of my shaft slide into her mouth. I felt, as much as heard, her groan as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

My right hand was still on the back of her head, guiding her up and down on my cock. I realized that with her leaning over me, my left hand could reach her tits, so I started squeezing them roughly. This sent the intensity up a level, as she started bobbing faster, sucking harder, and moaning deeply around my cock. I varied the intensity of my nipple play, sometimes lightly stroking them, sometimes pinching and twisting them hard.

In another time or place, I would have slowed things down and made this last for a very long time...teased us both until we were both at the bursting point. But she had a train to catch. And I was also dying to pump a big load of hot jizz down her throat for the first time, so I let her continue sucking hard and fast, knowing that I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Suck my cock, you hot little slut."

Whispering that, I kicked things up a notch, pushing her head down harder as I thrust my hips up, fucking her mouth. And that was all it took...I was at the point of no return. I heard myself yelling as the first wave of orgasm hit. My cock felt like it had swelled to twice its normal size, and I felt streams of cum shooting out into her mouth as my whole body tensed and bucked. She was making frantic sucking and swallowing sounds as I gave her spurt after spurt of hot cum.

I thought I might never stop cumming, but eventually it started to subside, and I relaxed and enjoyed the last little waves. I collapsed backwards into the seat, aware that she was still gently suckling me, cleaning me up and making sure she had every drop of my cum.

Realizing I had lost track of the time, I glanced at my watch. "My god, your train leaves in ten minutes."

She scrambled to get herself together, and left my car with these words in her ear. "Next time I'm going to fuck you properly...."

(Continued here.)

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Young Mom (Part 2)

Fantasy continued:

I've never claimed to be a psychic, but I was certain what the next step was going to be - and I was right. I had meetings the rest of the day and didn't see her. I knew she was going through some serious turmoil and soul-searching, trying to reconcile the carefully-cultivated image of the good wife and mother with the sexy young woman who still wanted to be taken and fucked.

I was in my office early the next morning, and I noticed that she was already there when I arrived. She must have been watching for me, because she appeared at my door, looking a little nervous and hesitant, and asked if we could talk. I said nothing for a moment, just admiring her with a smile. She was wearing a navy skirt and a white blouse unbuttoned just to the start of her cleavage. I suggested we walk over to Starbucks for a coffee, and she agreed. Once out on the street, we could talk freely, and she started the speech she had been rehearsing.

"Look, I'm not sure what happened yesterday, but it can never happen again. I'm married, and I have a little girl, and...."

I cut her off. "I know you have a family, and I'm not taking you away from that. I have a family too. This isn't about that. This is about the fact that you've been giving off very clear signals that you're not getting the attention you need as a woman. The orgasm I gave you yesterday was the best one you've had in a long time."

I paused here to gauge her reaction to this, and I knew by her face that I was right, so I continued. "It turned me on a lot yesterday to be able to give you that kind of pleasure. I want to give you a lot more, but you have to tell me you want it. So think about it. I'm not taking you away from your husband or your baby. I'm just giving you something I think you want."

She was clearly conflicted, and said "Thank you...but it was still a mistake...and I still can't..." I said that was fine, it was her decision, and nothing would happen without her consent. We got our coffees, and returned to work, talking of work projects, etc.

I lef that day without seeing her again, and had no contact with her until the next week, when I had to spend a day at that office again. Sure enough, she asked if we could review the next draft of her paper. I agreed, and we sat down and read through it together, in the same position as our encounter of the week before. She was close, but she didn't touch me with her leg, and I made no effort to touch her. But the air was thick with tension. She wanted me to initiate it this time, but I stayed focused on the work at hand. After all, she was married with a kid and couldn't...

When we reached the end of her paper, I made a few last suggestions, and indicated that we were done. She stood up, trying to hide her disappointment. As she started walking toward the door, I stopped her with a sharp "Amy." She stopped instantly, facing away from me. I moved behind her, put my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear.

"I didn't touch you just now because you haven't told me you wanted me to. I'll tell you what, I have to work a little late tonight. I'm going to leave at 6:00, and I'm going to take the stairs down instead of the elevator. You can tell me you want it by being in the stairwell outside the 15th floor entrance."

Very few people ever took the stairs unless there was a fire drill, so I figured we would have privacy - but it was also a little risky, which was part of the attraction. I was pretty sure she'd be there, but I wasn't certain, and the anticipation was exquisite for the rest of the day.

I got caught up on the phone, and it was 6:10 by the time I was ready to leave. I entered the stairwell at the 18th floor full of anticipation. Would she be there? Descending from the 16th, there she was, right where I asked her to be. She gave me a nervous smile. "I wondered if you were going to leave me here..." I walked up to her, smiling broadly. "I wouldn't do that." I moved closer. "Can I touch you?" She nodded "yes."

I took her hands in mine and backed her up against the wall. My body pressed up against hers, I whispered in her ear. "You like how I make you feel." It was a statement, not a question. "Yes."

"And you want me to take you." "Yes."

"How do you want me to take you?" "Any way you want."


I crushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. My tongue pushed forcefully into her mouth, and she opened to accept it. My right hand moved immediately to those big breasts I'd been admiring for so long. I squeezed them eagerly through her thin cotton sweater, thinking they were probably the biggest I'd ever had my hands on. We continued kissing frantically as my hand moved under the sweater, pushing it up and fumbling with her bra. The bra felt lacey, but I didn't have time to admire it, I just wanted it out of the way. I lifted the bottom up, and her breasts spilled out into my hands.

Wow. They were big and soft and wonderful. They were all natural, and filled up my hands. Her nipples were big and swollen, and I pulled and pinched them, making her moan into my mouth. I couldn't resist, I had to suck them. I broke the kiss and looked down at her tits in my hands. Absolutely magnificent...full and round, huge areolas, and nipples like little thumbs. I continued pulling and pinching them as I leaned down to take one in my mouth.

She went absolutely crazy when my lips wrapped around her nipple and I sucked it in deep. I don't know if she was just very turned-on by this encounter, or if it had to do with her recent nursing, or if that's just the way she was, but I've never been with anyone with such sensitive nipples. She moaned deep in her throat, and held my head to her breast. I licked and sicked one, then switched to the other, my fingers pinching the free nipple without mercy. I kissed her chest and between her tits, then went back to mauling her nipples with my lips and tongue.

With one hand, I cupped and squeezed her ass through her skirt, then under it. Her panties felt like the same lace material as the bra, and I smiled to think that she had dressed up for me - these weren't the plain cotton panties of last week. I slid my hand into her panties, first squeezing her bare ass, and then moving around to cup her pussy. Just like last week, she was soaking wet.

I yanked her panties down to her ankles, and helped her step out of them. I looked her in the eye as I stuffed them in my pocket, then I moved to her breast again, sucking her nipples hard. With my right hand, I circled her clit, then thrust two fingers deep into her snatch. I slid my fingers slowly in and out of her pussy, as I mauled her tits.

She was moaning and whimpering, and I realized we were making too much noise. We were alone, but in a public place where we could be walked in on. I realized we couldn't stay here much longer, but I could certainly get her off. I looked up and shushed her, then took a nipple back into my mouth. Now I alternated licks and sucks with soft bites, using my teeth lightly on her sensitive bud. As I did this, I slid my fingers out of her soaking wet pussy, then moved back and under to rim her asshole. I felt her tense and buck, and as her orgasm started, I slid my middle finger one knuckle deep into her ass.

She absolutely exploded. I pushed her tightly to the wall and sucked her nipple for all I was worth as she rocked and spasmed against me. Her tight little ass clamped down on my finger, and I felt a gush of pussy juice on my hand. She was clutching me and screaming out loud as I continued to bore down on her nipple and her asshole, and I just hoped that no one would pick this moment to use the stairs.

Finally she started coming down from her peak, and I eased back on the intensity. I finally released her nipple, slid my finger out of her ass, and moved up to kiss her neck and jawline, then moved in for a deep open-mouth tongue kiss. She kissed me like a wild woman, wrapping her arms around me and thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

We finally broke the kiss, and she slumped against my shoulder with a "my god..." I helped her get presentable, but she quickly realized that I had her panties. She looked at me pleadingly, but I smiled and nodded "no."

Then she started with a realization and looked up at me sheepishly. "I haven't done anything for you yet...."

"Don't worry, you will. And soon."

(Continued here.)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Young Mom (Part 1)

A few years ago, my job had me traveling to a remote office a day or two a month, and I knew most of the people there pretty well. They took on a part-time contract worker named Amy to do a specific project, and I had the chance to work with her a bit. She was young, maybe 25, and did a lot of talking about her toddler daughter, but I could tell that mom had some un-met needs. There was just a sexual vibe about her that was crystal clear to me.

She had thick dark curly hair, and a short busty voluptuous build that I really like. I'm six feet tall, and there's something about a woman 9-12 inches shorter than me with a great rack. She wasn't model-gorgeous, but certainly attractive, and, as I said, she just gave off an aura of sexual need that made my cock twitch.

She would make double-entendre jokes, which I laughed politely at, and flirt subtly, but I kept up my professional demeanor. In my mind however, I was planning on making mom remember that she used to be a sensual woman.

The first step began when she asked me to review an early draft of her research. She spread out her papers and sat down next to me on my left. Now my office was fairly secluded, and she closed the door most of the way and was sitting close to me. Closer than a normal "review of research" meeting, but not totally inappropriate, as we were reviewing the papers on my desk. As she started laying out her questions, I was aware of her knee touching mine. I glanced down and saw that she had a beige skirt that ended just above her knee. I looked her directly in the eye with a sly smile, and she couldn't hold my gaze, looking down at the desk with a blush. But she also didn't move her knee away from mine.

She kept the conversation going in a professional manner, but I was very aware of her bare leg touching mine, and I was also aware that we were sitting safely behind my desk, and no one would see anything going on behind the desk - that is, if she let me. I was pretty sure she would, but this would be a big test. We both kept up the conversation - me asking questions, and her explaining - but there was a palpable unspoken subtext.

I shifted in my chair and put my left hand on her right knee. She stopped speaking for a brief moment, and then continued her explanation. I stroked her knee, my fingers rubbing her warm skin very softly. I would slide my fingers slightly higher onto her thigh, then back down to her knee, keeping part of my attention on the discussion of her research, and another part of my attention on alert for anyone coming to disturb us.

I made a few suggestions on her paper, then I turned to meet her eye, and as I locked her gaze, I asked, "Is this helpful?" She was slightly flushed, and her breathing was a little shallow, and she looked down and said, "Yes, very much, thank you." I persisted. "Are you sure? I don't want to waste your time." She looked up at me with a sheepish smile, "No no, this is exactly what I had in mind."


I suggested we move on to the next section, and my fingers moved higher on her leg. To this point, she had been neither discouraging or encouraging me, but now she shifted a little in the chair, opening her legs slightly for my explorations. I think I was keeping a good poker face, but this was very highly arousing. My intention at this point was to go very slowly and establish that she wanted it. Behind the desk in my office was fine for teasing and surreptitious playing, but anything more would have to wait for another time and place.

I was very conscious of how we would look if anyone were to come in unexpectedly, so I tried to move my hand and fingers without moving my arm or upper body. I pulled her knee toward me, spreading her legs wider, and my fingers moved higher. She exhaled deeply and pushed her hips forward on the seat. My fingers were now on the inside of her upper thigh, and her skin was hot and warm. I was almost touching her panties, and I teased her...stopping just short and backing off, then moving up again...

I finally reached her panties as she spread even wider, and she had soaked right through them. She exhaled and bit her lower lip as I cupped her pussy and circled her clit through her wet panties. I needed to set the tone...let her know how things were going to be between us. I stopped stroking and said her name sharply as I locked my gaze onto her. She looked at me with desperate pleading eyes, unable to look away.

"Show me your pussy."

She flinched as if the words had stabbed at her core. Slowly her hands moved to the hem of her skirt. She raised it to her waist, showing me her plain white cotton panties with the big wet spot in the middle. I waited, bursting with anticipation, as one hand moved to the leghole and pulled the panties aside. She had a trimmed bush of dark curls, and she was obviously soaking wet. I asked if my touch made her so wet, and she blushed and nodded "yes." I asked her if it turned her on to expose herself to me, and she blushed a deeper red and nodded "yes" again.

I pulled the panties further aside and ran my fingers through her wet curls, and realized she was giving off an aroma that we wouldn't be able to explain away. I had to wrap this up quickly. I cupped her pussy, stroking up and down, sliding two fingers between her slippery lips. I slid them into her wet snatch, as my thumb moved to her clit. I watched her pussy swallow me, and realized with horror that she was moaning softly. I looked over at her and hissed "Quiet!"

In a place with more privacy, I would have fingered her slowly and teasingly, but not now. I fingered her quickly, knowing that she was close to a huge orgasm, and she didn't disappoint. I homed in on her clit as her whole body rocked and spasmed as her orgasm washed over her. I kept circling her clit, and she kept cumming, trying to muffle her gasps and stay quiet. I finally left her clit as the orgasm subsided and slid my middle finger back into her pussy as she slowly recovered her composure.

I pushed my finger as far into her as it would go, then I pulled it out and offered it to her mouth. She opened and I slid it in, watching as she sucked it dry of her juices.

Part of me wanted to take her then and there. My cock was hard as steel, and it would have been so nice to bend her over the desk and fuck her hard. I even think I could have closed the door and gotten away with it (well, maybe...I would have had to be quick...) But another part of me thought it would be better to stop right here for now...that this was a good beginning, but let's see how it develops. So that's what I did. I shifted our attention back to the papers on the desk, and said that she was making good progress, and that we should review this again soon.

She realized she was dismissed, and she gathered her papers in a daze. As she left, she looked back briefly, then walked away. I smiled to myself, as I knew that she was feeling like a woman again...and a damned horny woman. I knew I could help her...

(Continued here.)

Sunday, October 10, 2010


You take my cock in your mouth, and my toes curl with pleasure. It's no secret that I love this, but I know your secret - that you love doing this.

Sometimes I close my eyes and drink in the sensations, trying to feel every nuance and subtlety of how you lick and suck my cock. But now I'm watching you, which provides a different, and no less erotic experience. In fact, I'm a visual beast, and being able to see what's going on always heightens the intensity for me. As you well know.

You feel my gaze and look up at me, and I can see the smile in your eyes. You come up to the head, then lick my shaft down to my balls. You slowly lick up the underside of my shaft to my head, then pause, your tongue swirling around my head, then you laugh. "You're so damn bad."

I laugh, delighted. "You already know that. And you know I like to watch."

My hand wraps in your hair and I guide my cock into your mouth again, and you suck eagerly. "That's right, baby, suck my cock."

Dirty talk turns us both on, and you bob quickly up and down, a low moan of pleasure coming from deep in your throat. I'm already rock hard, but I can feel myself growing even larger...swelling in your mouth. With each bob of your head, you're taking slightly more of me, and I want to give you more. The sight of more and more of my cock disappearing into your hot mouth is so erotic I can hardly stand it.

You come up to suck the head, and I hold your head firmly. "Now, baby, take me."

You know what I want, and you try your best. You relax your throat as I push my cock to the back of your mouth...further...swallowing.... I watch as more of my shaft slides into your mouth, your lips spread wide in an exaggerated "O" shape, sliding lower and lower on my thick shaft. I groan out loud and try to burn the erotic sight into my memory. You reach your limit, and slowly come up again, regaining your breath.

You look up and see that I'm still watching you. Meeting my gaze, you put on a show for me, licking and kissing all around my head. You slowly lick down my shaft, tonguing my balls, and underneath...then slowly come back up to my head. You look at me with dancing eyes and prepare to swallow me again.

You know I'm watching. And you know I won't be able to last long.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

FFF: Poker Night

I always looked forward to poker night at Tim's. And how I fantasized about his cock-teasing girlfriend. She would bounce into the room with drinks and snacks, flirtatiously asking if there was anything else she could do for us.

One night, with too many drinks taking hold of my better judgment, I held her gaze when she asked that question and winked, "You could be on your knees for us, slut."

She froze, blushed, then looked at Tim. With the trace of a smile, he nodded.

The challenge this week was: 60-90 words.
The phrase "...taking hold..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Back on the Map

I am now back on the map and reconnected to the normal routine. It was a fantastic trip with a few friends from childhood. We saw amazing scenery, hiked trails through mountain forests past waterfalls to mountain-top vistas, cooked delicious meals over a campfire, slept at a campsite next to a roaring mountain stream...and we even saw a black bear (from the car, not while on the trail.)

I've re-grown my short beard, and haven't decided whether or not to keep it. But the best part was the camaraderie and laughs shared with friends. In short, everything needed to re-charge depleted batteries.

Everything except female companionship. Sadly, there were no encounters with farmer's daughters or wood nymphs, so I returned home last night, how shall we say...hungry. A brief snippet of conversation:
"You're beastly."

Laughs. "I was beastly before I went away."

"You're even more beastly now."

Wicked chuckle....

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

FFF: Off the Map

I was off the map. Following a trail through the woods, my pack full and heavy on my back, I was expecting to find a campsite by a stream a few miles away. The railroad track was a surprise, and the pretty blonde smiling at me an even bigger one.

She greeted me with a saucy smile. "Hey there, hiker. Where you headed?"

I told her, and she laughed. "You'll never make it there before dark."

Then she paused and looked away, apparently having an internal debate. She looked up, a glint in her eye, and said "You could spend the night on our farm. It's just over there."

She paused again, her eyes dancing. "Daddy wouldn't like it, but he and Mama went to see our cousins, and they won't be back until Tuesday."

There was a brief pause, and she knew by the look in my eye that my intentions were pure wickedness.

"So're coming?" She turned with a wink and started walking toward the farm, silhouetted in a golden haze of late afternoon sun. Wild horses couldn't have stopped me from following my farmer's daughter.

My apologies for the early post (Flash Fiction...Tuesday?), but on Friday I hope to be off the map myself, hiking a forest trail, and fending off bears. If any farmer's daughters or wood nymphs actually materialize, I'll be sure to post all the details when I return.

The challenge this week was: 150-200 words.
The phrase " a golden haze..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Monday, September 27, 2010

Celebrity Pass: Update

...or "A Changing of the Guard"

When I wrote my Celebrity Pass post in July, I gave all five spots on my list to Salma Hayek. In hindsight, this seems short-sighted. While my opinion of Salma hasn't changed, recent events have made an update necessary, and she's going to have to make room for someone else on my list. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Ms. Katy Perry.

I'm not a close follower of pop culture, but others in the house are (and I always seem to pick up by osmosis what's going on with those wacky Kardashians.) But the sight of Katy Perry makes me say, "Great horney toads!" (to use an expression from one of my favorite cartoon characters.)

She has a body right out of a wet dream, and that playful twinkle in her eye starts my engine running....

I'm not sure where she fits on my list (and don't worry, Salma, you're still #1) - but she's definitely on it.