Friday, September 30, 2011

FFF: Lost

I couldn't help myself. I knew it wasn't a good idea to meet you at lunchtime on a work day. But you teased me with the wicked fun we could have, and reminded me how lunchtime today would be our only opportunity in who-knows-how-long, and my feeble resistance disintegrated. It's not that I didn't want to see you - of course I was desperate to. It's just that we're so damned electric together that I was afraid I'd be useless for my big afternoon meeting.

Now, at 2:00pm, it's taken all our willpower to disentangle, hurriedly clean up and dress, and get back to our offices. As I feared, all I can think about is the endless passionate kisses, the feel of your naked body against mine, and all the sweet, nasty, and intense ways I *took* you.

Walking across town to the client offices, I tried to focus, but it was impossible. I was lost in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I walked down the street, seeing the two of us entwined in every passing couple, your look of ecstasy on the face of every passing woman.

Entering the client's offices, I was shown back to the president's office, where the attractive brown-eyed admin said they'd be with me in just a minute. She asked if I wanted a coffee while I waited? As she walked over to the coffee-maker, I watched the curve of her ass, and felt a growing desire, despite my recent lunch.

She walked back over, handed me the coffee cup, then leaned in close and whispered, "Can I please have my panties back?"

I smiled an evil smile, winked, and thanked you for the coffee.

The challenge this week was: 150-354 words.
The word "lost" must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

On John Mayer

I sometimes look over the Sensual Goddess's shoulder as she surfs the celebrity gossip websites. Sometimes we'll laugh about the ridiculousness of someone's behavior - or she'll draw my attention to some busty young starlet whose name I don't know and won't remember.

One thing I noticed is that John Mayer is inevitably referred to as a douchebag. Now I like John Mayer as a guitarist, so I was curious why the gossip pages are so hard on him. With a little Googling, I learned that it's because he's the King of TMI. (Maybe this is common knowledge to most of the world, but it was news to this mostly non-follower of pop culture.)

Holy smokes, I have never seen anyone so self-destructingly honest. Here are some highlights to an interview he gave to Playboy Magazine. He answers their questions honestly and at length, seemingly with no regard to how how those answers are going to make him look. I find it both refreshing (he's actually giving insight into what makes him tick, instead of just spouting the usual publicist-approved non-answers) and appalling (there are some opinions you should just keep to yourself.)

I just find it interesting - I'm not his fan or defender. But I'm not inclined to join the "what a douchebag" crowd. From what I've read, the guy has issues and doesn't seem very happy, despite his success. So I'll think of him with compassion instead of scorn. I guess I've also stopped expecting sports or music stars to be role models - I just appreciate their athletic or musical talent, and try not to look at them as model human beings.

Anyway, all I really care about is that the guy really can play the guitar. His John Mayer Trio, with Pino Palladino on bass and Steve Jordan on drums, is three amazing musicians making great music. Here's "Who Did You Think I Was" and "Good Love is on the Way".

Monday, September 26, 2011

Monday Silliness

Here's an actual conversation with the Sensual Goddess from this past weekend:
"Oh for Pete's sake, it just won't go down, will it?"

"No, not really."

"You're sure it won't?!?" A mix of frustration and accusation, "I don't think you're even trying to make it go down."

Laughing, "I'm trying."

Resignedly, "Do I need to help you with this?"
We're talking, of course, about my hair. I'm growing out a crewcut, and it's currently in the awkward in-between stage that's been dubbed "Chia Pet" (which I blogged about in the Spring when I was in the same state.)

Fortunately there's a happy ending to this story. With the right technique, we've discovered that it actually will go down. :-)

Happy Monday!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Farewell to R.E.M. (and "Happy")

I was sad when I heard the news this week that R.E.M. had called it quits. It's true that I haven't paid much (if any) attention to their last few releases, but they made a lot of great music over a whole lot of years.

I won't claim to have been a *huge* R.E.M. fan - I never saw them play live, and I was never that big a fan of some of their biggest radio hits, but I really love a lot of their music, and a few of their discs are prominent in my iPod's rotation. I'll put "Automatic for the People" on my list of ten CD's to take to a desert island, and "Everybody Hurts" was a real comfort to me during a very painful time.

I particularly like Michael Stipe's quote:
"A wise man once said--'the skill in attending a party is knowing when it's time to leave.' We built something extraordinary together. We did this thing. And now we're going to walk away from it."
I think that's right - there *is* wisdom in knowing when it's time to move on from something that's no longer working, no matter how good it was in the past. It's also one of the most difficult things - at least for me.

Since it's Saturday, that means "dash of happy", and I'll have to go with an R.E.M. song today. Here's "Finest Worksong", which never fails to get me tapping my foot - and maybe even playing a little air guitar along with it.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, September 23, 2011

FFF: Supernova

Getting home from work, I went through the day's mail, grabbed a handful of envelopes that were obviously birthday cards, and sat down to open them. There were the standard Hallmark cards from elderly aunts, and best wishes from my insurance agent. Then there was one more - a big lavendar-colored envelope with no return address.

I opened it, and before I could read the card, a glossy 5x7 photo fell into my lap. I looked at it and smiled. Ah yes, the hot little number in the apartment across the hall. I knew she was up to something when she frantically had me undress her and take her right inside her apartment door. So she had a camera set up.... The brazen little slut. And sending me the pic in a birthday card. I smiled evilly to myself - yeah, that would get her a few extra swats next time.

I turned the pic over and saw the writing on the back:
Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
And you fuck like a volcano, and you're everything to me
'Cause you're a human supernova....
I smiled. Liz Phair. The song she said she wished she'd written for me.

I sat up abruptly and put the photo away as I heard rustling from the bedroom.

"I thought I'd take you out someplace nice for your birthday. But I can't find my thigh-high stockings. You know the ones? With the lace at the top?"

I smiled to myself. "Sure, I know the ones. I know I've seen them recently. But I'm not sure where they are now...."

With PB still offline at the beginning of the week, Lexi stepped in with a corker of a challenge. The picture above should be used to illustrate an entry containing an even number of words, and should include song lyrics or a quotation from a poem.

Note that PB is now back - battered and bruised, but thankfully recovering. The story of his absence is here, and we're happy to hear that he'll be resuming his FFF duties next week.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Cleaning Up

You have me in a carnal frenzy, on top of you, between your spread legs. I'm taking you hard, and I push up off of you to get a better angle. I look down to see the erotic vision of my cock sliding into you...your pussy lips stretched in an impossibly wide "O" around my thick cock. That delicious sight sends me to another level of arousal, and my gaze locks with yours as I grunt that you're going to make me cum.

And you are going to make me cum. I wish I could hold off forever, and continue fucking you...but it's just not possible. You feel too damn good, and I feel my climax welling up at the base of my balls. I feel it rise, and I thrust savagely into you and roar in your ear as I unload deep inside you.

I slowly come back to earth, still locked together with you, and still quite hard (though slowly softening.) We kiss, we touch, we stroke. There are soft whispers, but most of the talk is with our eyes and our fingers.

I know you were close to an orgasm of your own when I climaxed, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to take you there. But don't worry, I have other ideas.

You give me a cute little pout when I slowly pull out of you, but I give you a soft kiss and tell you we're not done. I tip your chin up and kiss your neck, then I kiss your collar-bone and your chest. I give your breasts some teasing attention, and some slow licks to your hard little nipples.

I look up to meet your eyes, and you smile and whisper "Don't tease me."

I assure you I'm not teasing you, and I release your nipple and kiss downwards, moving to your belly. I reach down with my hands to spread your legs. I continue kissing downwards, and when I look up at you, the message in your eyes is "Are you really going to?"

You're goddamn right I am. I move between your legs and push your knees to your chest. Your pussy is soaked with our combined juices, and the smell of raw sex is intoxicating. I give you a long slow lick along the length of your slit, ending at the hard bud of your clit. I wrap my lips around your clit and suck, lashing it with my tongue.

I hear your moan, and I look up and see your head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed. I stop sucking and give your ass cheek a quick smack. You look down, startled, and see an evil smile on my face. "Watch me eat your pussy. Your beautiful cum-filled cunt."

Our locked gaze is electric, and I know you're going to watch me. You wouldn't dare *not* watch me. I'm going to watch your face as you climax for me. After you've climaxed, and are begging me for mercy, I'm going to come up and kiss you deeply, sharing our combined taste with you.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

TMI Tuesday: Choices

1. You encounter a good looking lost and frantic tourist looking for the airport. You:
A) Shrug your shoulders, feigning ignorance.
B) Find the shortest route on your smartphone and get him/her a cab.
C) Direct him/her to the nearest bus stop.
D) Get your car, pick up his/her luggage and speed to the airport.

Depends on how pressed I am for time. B) if I have some place I need to be, D) if I have the time. And the fact that they're good-looking doesn't affect my answer.

2. You’re taking a vacation alone. Your destination:
A) Beach resort — I just want to relax and de-stress.
B) A group tour — I don’t want to worry about the details.
C) Wherever the dart lands on the map.
D) Every country with a hostel — my backpack is my home.

Of these choices, D) and A) both sound good. But if choice E) was a remote wilderness trailhead with a fully-equipped backpack, I might choose differently.

3. Blackout! You can’t watch TV, so you light some candles and:
A) Dig up some batteries and listen to the radio.
B) Invite the neighbors, light a fire and sing camping songs all night.
C) Find a friend and play games that don’t require electricity. . . Like chess.
D) Drive to the next town — oh sweet Wi-Fi, I’ve found you!

B) and C) both sound good. But again, I'm feeling limited by the choices here. How about E) light a candle and read a book or play the acoustic gutar?

4. The man/woman of your dreams has finally proposed. The relationship is perfect, they are everything you’ve ever dreamed of and ever wanted. They are also a multi-millionaire and want you to sign a prenuptial agreement. Which would you do?
A) Sign it
B) Just not get married

A) I'll sign it. If the relationship is perfect, then I'm going with it. If we break up, I don't want her money anyway. But this question assumes I want to get married, and I've blogged a number of times about my issues with the whole concept of marriage as it's set up today.

5. If you were going to marry an inanimate object, what would you marry?
Note: A woman has married the Eiffel Tower and another has married the golden gate bridge. Read about it HERE

Well, when a friend asked me about my guitar (shortly after I bought it used), I told him I've never had such strong feelings about an inanimate object. He's reminded me of the line many times since.

Bonus: You’ve just inherited a manufacturing plant that specializes in plastics. What are you going to make?
A lot of money?  And then I can seriously think about Question #2. :-)

Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Friday, September 16, 2011

FFF: A New Playmate

I had agreed to the conditions. I was just to watch you play with our new friend. We'd done a lot of virtual playing, but she said she only wanted to play with you on this first meeting.

I picked her up at the airport while you checked into the hotel and texted me, "Room 124."

We arrived - eager anticipation filling the air. You reminded me of the rules, and I smiled and sat down.

I watched, rapt, as you kissed her. After endless sensual foreplay, you laid her down, spread her legs, and peeled her panties off. My load was still leaking out of her sopping pussy.

You looked over at me, grinned, muttered "bastard", then began sucking my cum out of her.

With PB still offline, France has stepped in with a ball-busting an exacting challenge. The picture above should be used to illustrate an entry of *exactly* 124 words, and the word "load" must be used.

If PB remains offline, Lexi has volunteered to provide next week's challenge.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Love Me...Five Times?

I read a blog post recently (don't ask me where) where a guy talked about his stamina and recuperative powers as a young man. This brought back some memories for me. Distant hazy memories.

The most times I've ever climaxed in one day is five, one hormone-drenched day when I was in high school. (Oh, and before you think to yourself, "What a lucky girl" - there was no girl involved. Sadly, this was all a solo effort.)

I was at home sick for the day - but I couldn't have been too sick, because I had plenty of energy, and I was just *aching* with sexual desire and frustration. My mom was a stay-at-home mom, but she told me she had some errands to run, and was I sure I'd be okay at home by myself? I was sure.

The moment I heard the front door shut, I was at my dad's bookcase, looking in the stack of papers where he sometimes kept some Penthouse magazines. Yes, jackpot! There were a few I hadn't seen before, and I devoured them with horny teenage-boy eagerness. I got off twice in the first hour with the images of those nubile young bodies in front of me. I kept reading the stories and ogling the pictures, and my body just wouldn't stop - I got myself off once more in the afternoon, and then again in the evening in the shower.

As I got ready for bed, I remember being amazed at what I had done. Four times in a day was unprecedented, even by my perpetually horny standards. But now it was bedtime, and my bedtime ritual in those days *always* included masturbating. Would I forego that just because I'd already climaxed four times that day? I think you know the answer - of course I went for it again. Then I feel asleep, completely drained.

Even at that moment, I knew I was at a high-water mark that would likely never be eclipsed. And I really did feel like I had accomplished some physical feat, like climbing a mountain or running a marathon. Five times. And it was fairly effortless.

Ah to be...sixteen(?) again.... :-)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Mile High Club

Sex in an airplane (i.e, the "mile high club") is a nice fantasy. The reality on Sunday was that a security alert was triggered when a couple went into the bathroom together. Fighter planes were ordered into the air to escort the plane to its destination, and on arrival, the couple was held for questioning and a security screening. Maybe the anniversary of 9/11 wasn't the best day to try this, but that wasn't quite the happy ending.

Now I've never been on a big jumbo-jet (or in first-class), and maybe their bathrooms are different - but all my flying has been domestic, in 727's or equivalent. On those planes, there's hardly room for one person in that tiny little, smelly, dirty space, let alone two people, and I have a hard time picturing how you would accomplish it. But I guess for some people, where there's a will, there's a way.

Here's an interesting article on the mile high club, and how flight attendants are supposed to deal with it.

So...does anyone have any experience with this?

In an unrelated note, PB, our FFF host, is still offline. In his absence, France has posted an ambitious challenge for this Friday. Please check it out and join us on Friday.

Monday, September 12, 2011

e[lust] #29

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] #30? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Evidence To The Contrary - If anyone out there ever tries to tell you that internet relationships and friendships are not real, point them in my direction and I will happily set them straight on the matter because I have proof, in fact I am proof, that they know not what they speak of.

Open Marriages Don't Work....- The only way I would agree with that statement is if you add: .....if you're marriage already has problems. But even that part is not universally true.

Love in the Age of Broadband - What happened to our ability to keep it casual? Why would we attach ourselves to someone who is (often) hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away? And, more to the point, why would we attach ourselves to someone we have never met?

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Ask Lilly – Open and Polyamorous: Why be married at all?

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

My apologies, everyone, since submissions closed I've been 100% consumed with personal family tragedy (the flooding in Central PA) so I didn't have time to read most of the entries this time or find a photo. The html code might contain a lot of blank lines for some of you, I didn't have time to "clean" it up, either, just throw up what I have.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Ask Aunty Dee: Dental Dams
born this way...
Clit Truth
Condoms and Size
Lies & Infidelities
Misguided Dominance
Poly Language
Return to Decadence
Step Inside My Head
Who was the first person you told..
When Bad Things Happen To Good People – Warning Bells

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

To Be Out Or Not To Be Out
Want Sado-Erotic Horror Movies? Yes please! Films by Matthew Saliba
What I've Learned From E[Lust]

Kink & Fetish

A Much Needed Distraction
Another drink?
Facing Fear
Negotiation Win

Erotic Writing

As Long As It Lasts
Asking For It
Blow Job
Debra's Gift
June’s Caning
Please, Please, Please, Sir
Showers and Strawberries
The Visitor
The Play Fight

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Wonderful World

I had the chance to attend a very beautiful wedding yesterday. Despite my reservations, both general (I think the expectations put on a new married couple are wildly unrealistic and doomed to failure) and specific (they're both still in college and just too young), it was a very heartwarming evening, and I wish the happy couple all the best.

The bride's dance with her father was to Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World", and there wasn't a dry eye in the house. The Sensual Goddess poked me in the ribs and whispered, "There's your Saturday 'happy' song." Yep, that's pretty much a no-brainer. Done and done.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, September 9, 2011

FFF: A Grimm Tale

"Come inside, girl. You'll catch your death of cold."

"Thank you, Mr....?"

"My name is Grimm. I live here with my brother. Sit by the fire. I'm glad I came along when I did, those two big scary men were about to catch you."

She smiled an innocent smile. "I wanted them to catch me. We were playing a game. But you scared them off."

"You *wanted* them to catch you?"

"Yes, I met them at grandma's house. They showed me some fun games they were playing with grandma. One was the woodcutter, and one was Mr. Wolf."

Grimm was taken aback. "Games?"

"Oh yes. When I got there, they were all on the bed naked. Grandma was making such a noise that I thought they were killing her. I screamed. But grandma laughed and said it was time I learned some things."

Grimm had turned white.

"Grandma told me to come closer and look at Mr. Wolf's body. I was shocked. And excited. I said, 'My what a big....'"

Grimm cut her off, shaken. "That's enough, girl."

"But it was so exciting. He said he was going to eat me up. And he did! Then grandma said to run outside and let them chase me. That's when you came along. They were going to take me at the same time."

Grimm fainted.

The challenge this week was: 200-225 words.
No required phrase.
I hope you're well, PB. Hurry back!

I said I wasn't going to, but what the heck, it's not that much trouble to collect links. If I see a post, or if you let me know you've posted, I'll add it here.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Friday Challenge for 9/9

"Red in Snow" (source unknown)
For those of us who enjoy playing Flash Fiction Friday, there was a void in our blogging lives last week when our host, PB, didn't post a Friday challenge. I e-mailed him last week to ask if everything was okay, and haven't yet received a response.

With a second week rapidly passing, I thought I would post a pic, in case anyone would like to play along. I am definitely *not* trying to tread on PB's turf - I hope he's well, and that he'll return to hosting FFF very soon.

So here goes: the challenge for this Friday is to use the picture above to write a story of 200-225 words. There's no required phrase. I won't be checking word counts, or verifying the lack of the required phrase, but anyone who wants to see me after class is welcome to come in any time. :-)

I won't be collecting links of participants, but you're welcome to leave a comment here if you're playing.

Please re-post or spread the word to anyone who might be interested in playing. And if you see PB, tell him we miss him and to hurry back!

Monday, September 5, 2011

TMI Tuesday: Naked

1. What do you wear to sleep in?
Usually nothing. I got in the habit of wearing boxers to bed when the kids were of the age when nighttime visits were possible, and sometimes I still do out of habit, even though that stage is long past. I'm almost never cold - I generate so much body heat that the Sensual Goddess says having me in the bed is equal to one blanket. In the winter I have standing orders - if I get out of bed first in the morning, I have to put an extra blanket on her. (She took a picture of me sleeping the other morning, at right. ;-))

2. Do you ever walk around your own place naked?
Not really. The Sensual Goddess and I had very different upbringings. I was raised in a "naked" household. It wasn't a big deal to walk from the bathroom to a bedroom in the altogether, doors weren't usually closed when getting dressed, and seeing a family member naked wasn't remarkable. She was raised very differently, and found my comfort with being naked alarming and basically wrong.

3. Have you or would you ever answer the door naked?
I haven't, and I can't imagine doing it - unless I knew that someone special was at the door!

4. What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why?
I'm not a show-off (the Sensual Goddess would disagree.) I'm in decent shape, but not buff in a weight room way. I like my body and enjoy being naked, but not to put myself on display.

5. When sunbathing how much do you bare?
I think this is a question aimed at the ladies. I don't sunbathe, but when going to the beach, I wear a standard baggy men's bathing suit (*not* a Speedo. :-))

6. Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach?
I never have. I'm sure I could, although I imagine it would feel strange at first.

7. Have you ever flashed your bits in public? If not would you if it turned your partner on?
I never have. Sure, I would in the right circumstance - assuming it was relatively safe and secluded.

8. Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it?
Never given or received. I'm sure I'd enjoy it.

9. Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others?
Sure, as a young teen, with a group of (sadly, all male) friends. It felt great, and I'd love to do it again.

10. Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness?
Absolutely, I love to look at naked bodies. And I don't consider it showing off, but if someone's interested in looking at my naked body, then sure, why not? :-)

Bonus: Sexually speaking, what's the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public?
I've had sex in a sex club - but I don't think that's what this question is asking. I've both fooled around and had full sex in a car parked on a quiet street or in a deserted parking lot. Semi-public sex, in a secluded place with a very small chance of being caught (or arrested!) is a turn-on.

Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Touching Bums

It's been hours since our lovemaking ended. It was sweaty, passionate, and intense (as it always is), and when it was over, we kissed, stroked, and snuggled, before I simply had to roll over and collapse. I can barely remember drifting off into a deep satiated sleep.

Now, as my consciousness briefly returns in the dark pre-dawn hours, I'm aware that I'm sleeping on my side, facing away from you. You must be in the same mirrored position, because I can feel my ass touching yours - the soft heat and gentle pressure of our bodies touching.

I like that we've stayed connected, even while sleeping in this big bed. I listen for a moment to your soft, slow breathing, smile a contented smile to myself, and fall immediately back to sleep.