Friday, February 24, 2012

FFF: Sweet Sounds

"Woman with Guitar" by Peter Carter
Take 1 ("On Tour")
Last night's concert had been the best so far on the tour. The audience not only responded to the old hits, but also to the new songs.

The backstage party had also been the best yet. The people from the label were there, and they put out a decadent spread of food and drink. How you got backstage, I never found out. But once we met, we never left each other's side - and after I had greeted everyone I needed to, we couldn't get up to my suite quickly enough.

We made love until we passed out in each others arms. When we awoke, the sun was shining brightly. We kissed and snuggled, then made love once more – slowly and sweetly. Finally, sated for the moment, you asked me if I'd play for you. Nothing could have made me happier, and I strummed parts of my songs as you watched me and hummed along.

You said you had to make a phone call, so I hopped into the shower. When I came out, you were on the couch – strumming my guitar – and wearing my hat. I smiled and watched you for a minute, then you looked over at me. Yeah, I was ready for another encore.

Take 2 ("Sweet Sounds")
She's my girl, and there could never be another like her. I could never get tired of looking at her soft curves, or hearing her sweet voice. I glance at others, but they don't tempt me. Nothing else could feel so right, or respond to my touch the way she does.

The challenge was to use the above pic to write a story of either 50-55 words or 200-210 words. There's no required phrase. I'm away for a few days and won't be able to collect a list of participants, but you're welcome to leave a comment here if you're playing.

PB will also be unable to host FFF next week, and I hope someone will guest host and post a pic on Monday.

Also check out Ram the Sunlover's challenge.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Disappearing Blogs

I can't help but notice with some concern that a number of blogs have disappeared without a trace in the past couple of weeks. The famed Riff Dog is gone. Holly and Adam are both gone, and right when they were making big life changes to be together. And now I see that "Anatomies of a Marriage" is gone.

I know it's a fact of life that blogs come and go, but I hate to see such well-established bloggers just go *poof*. For those who blog about their extracurricular activities, my first thought on seeing them disappear is, "Ouch, they got caught." That seems like the most likely explanation, but unless they come back and tell us, we'll never know.

I find that sad. Even though we stay pretty well anonymous behind our blog personas, I like and feel like I know (in some small way) the bloggers I follow.

Thinking about this last night, the image of a horror movie came to me. A few people in a dark cabin lit by one small lamp. Someone walks in and says grimly, "Riff's gone. Holly and Adam too." We look at each other, fearful, not knowing what happened...or who's next.

I miss those who are gone, but I am grateful for those of us still here - the survivors. :-)

Monday, February 20, 2012

Friday Challenge for 2/24

"Woman with Guitar" by Peter Carter
PB has announced that he'll be unable to host FFF for at least this week, and invited others to keep it going in his absence. Since I enjoy the Friday challenges, I thought I'd post a pic for myself and anyone who's interested in playing along.

The challenge this Friday is to use the above pic to write a story of either 50-55 words or 200-210 words (in other words, a choice between a short piece and a long one.) There's no required phrase. I won't be checking word counts, or collecting a list 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.

Addendum: Ram the Sunlover has also posted a FFF challenge. I didn't realize that when I posted this. But I'll leave this up, and people can write to whichever image moves them. Or hey, why not do both? It's an embarrassment of flash fiction riches. :-)

Friday, February 17, 2012

FFF: Folded

The lunch date at her house seemed risky, but I think the risk turned her on. It turned me on too.

Red roses in the front hallway - how thoughtful of her husband. I took one from the vase and gave it to her with a wicked smile, then pinned her against the wall.

Later, as we reveled in the satin sheets, I smiled when I saw a set of plain cotton sheets neatly folded in the corner. I knew they'd be on the bed when he got home later.

The challenge this week was: fewer than 100 words.
The phrase "...folded..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Note: PB announced in this week's challenge that he won't be able to host FFF for the next two weeks. I'm happy to post a pic on Monday for next week's FFF. If someone else wants to, just let me know - otherwise I'll post a pic and make an announcement on Monday.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

e[lust] #33

Photo courtesy of Penny

Welcome to e[lust], the sex blog round-up- The best posts from the hottest and smartest sex bloggers all in one place! This edition highlights topics such as STI's, swingers and poly relationships, spanking, role play and so much more. Want to be included in e[lust] #34? Start with the rules, come back in February to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ The Top Three Posts ~

I'm The 48% - I keep breathing. Strangely enough, the world didn’t end at that precise moment. I felt numb. I stared at those two red lines on the monitor.

Can Swingers be Happily Married? Long Term? - Swinging can be an exhilarating experience. It requires sincerity, honesty, vulnerability, strength, forgiveness, and patience.

Secretary - I was a little worried: my intentions in placing the ad had been purely dishonorable, but her response offered no evidence that she correctly divined my intentions.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Why I Write – And Respect – Negative Sex Toy Reviews - I call a spade a spade, and name it out for being crap no matter if it’s $39 crap or $139 crap. Crap is crap and you shouldn’t have to buy it.

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

A Little Spanking Can Go A Long Way - All I could do was hold on until it was over. It was more than I could take, but I took it and, of course, I loved it.

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!

Erotic Writing

A Great Fuck
all my weight on her
a Masturbation Story
Bunco Night!
Fag-Break Fuck
Having him in my mouth
hypnopompic Apparition
Kiss Me There
Naked Underwater
Sodom: Enter the Fist

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Beginner's Guide to Spanking
A Matter of Lube
Attraction, Rejection and Uncertainty
Bad Vibes, Generally
Fluidity: Growing-up Poly Part VI
Going Down
Making Love
Never Pinch a Sadist
Near Outing due to Outrage
Porn, Pubic Hair, Sex & Reality
Sadie Says ... Remember Santa Barbara

Kink & Fetish

Hungry Beast
Later that afternoon - Part IV
Long-distance Roleplay & BDSM
Reflecting on Vacation Playtime: Part III: Tent Slut Slapped
The Dungeon Club

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Odd Sex laws around the World

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


A few random thoughts about Valentine's Day. I'm a romantic at heart - who doesn't love love?

But Hallmark holidays bring out the cynic in me - I strongly dislike the implication that I need to "prove" my love by the purchase of the right card, the right gift, the right box of chocolates, or the right flowers. I also dislike greeting cards in general - why do I need someone at Hallmark to put words in my mouth? I don't need your pre-packaged feelings, I'm perfectly capable of expressing my feelings in my own words whenever I choose to do so.

Before I end my rant, please look at Valentine Dilemma for a good laugh.

I don't enjoy being cynical, so let's end on a bright note. Sam Cooke's "Cupid" is one of the most beautiful songs I know, and is perfect for today.
Cupid, draw back your bow and let your arrow go
Straight to my lover's heart for me, for me
Happy Valentine's Day!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Thursday Miscellaneous

A few random items on a cold bright winter morning:

* I did a double-take on seeing the title of this article: Man Bribes Wife for French Kisses. That's right, the husband proposes a trade - he'll clean up more around the house, if she'll spontaneously French-kiss him once a day. Really?!? The poor guy. That's a deal-breaker in my book. If she won't kiss you, why are you together?

A wealthy Florida man has adopted his 42-year-old girlfriend as a daughter. This headline makes me laugh out loud, as it's a joke I sometimes make to the Sensual Goddess - that we should adopt a girl...and I'll pick her out. The facts of this story are less funny - the guy is trying to shield his money in a wrongful death lawsuit.

Finally, as I look out the window and see snow on the ground, my mind can't help wandering a little.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


As much as I love our lovemaking, afterglowing with you is every bit as sweet. I love collapsing on top of you, feeling your warm body underneath mine, a sheen of sweat between us. I'm still inside you, and your arms and legs wrap around me to hold me there...holding us locked together. As if there's any place I'd rather be.

A minute ago I was roaring like a bull, electric and intense, but now I can hardly move. I'm savoring the skin-on-skin contact...chest on chest, belly on belly, legs intertwined. I'm taking deep gasping breaths as my head falls to the pillow, my lips at your ear. When I can breathe again, I have to whisper in your ear...tell you how amazing you are, how good you make me feel, how magic we are together. I can't see your smile in return, but I can feel it, and it melts me.

I don't want to leave you...and I'm not leaving yet. I'm slowly deflating, but I'm still hard, and I can still feel you giving me delicious little squeezes. I rock my hips ever-so-slightly, and we both feel me slide partway out...then I push slowly back into you. You reward me with a sensual little moan, and we both smile.

I finally roll off of you and onto my back, bringing you into my wing and holding you tightly to me as you wrap one arm and one leg over me. I can't get enough of touching you, and I need to feel every inch of your soft skin that I can reach. My fingertips slowly trace up and down your back...up and down your arms...running my fingers through your hair...then gently touching your face.

We kiss softly, and we both know how sweet this is...and we know we're going to need more, very soon.

Friday, February 3, 2012

FFF: Crystalline

Time had no meaning as I disappeared down the rabbit hole with Alice. We found ourselves naked in a very interesting bubble bath.

I moved to her. We kissed...first gently, then urgently. I spread her legs, and she welcomed me in. We made love passionately and intensely.

I told her my climax was approaching, and she told me to pull out and shoot on her belly. When I did, we got our next surprise - instead of semen, I shot crystalline bubbles of every color and shape all around the room.

The bubbles grew, until one swallowed us...which led to our next adventure....

The challenge this week was: 85-105 words.
The phrase "...crystalline..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!