Thursday, June 24, 2010

Getting Off...On The Road

My new boy Scene and I are in kink-love and in him I have found a strange and new passion that has totally shown me a new side of myself and my sexuality. He is incredible.

We were on our way home from a road trip with some friends and had the back seat all to ourselves. I had laid back on his lap with his arm draped over my stomach, my legs up on the car door. It wasn't soon before his hand snaked under my skirt and panties and his deft musical fingers began to rub my wet little kitten.



The conversation was rolling in the car as I "slept" and his fingers played with my clit not even a foot behind our friends. I closed my eyes and let the sensation wash over me as I picked up my cell and snapped a few photos.



It was all very sweet though and a tantalizing torture that would only be satiated once Scene and I were barricaded behind closed doors later that day and in spectacular style.

The rain pounded down on us as his fingers walked around inside of my panties, the clouds rolling overhead and as the car progressed we both dozed; his hands in my panties and my feet on the window.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

e[lust] #16


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Sex Pistil's Guide to Sucking Great Cock - The penis is not something to be feared. It’s not something to hide from, and it’s definitely not something to be put up with the good china and used for special occasions only. The penis is alive and breathing, so to speak, and as such, is not a one-size-fits-all, if-one-guy-likes-it, all-guys-like-it kind of entity.

An Erotic Vignette - "You will come, and when you do, you will yell my name. Because I own you." "No," she whispered again, terrified. The last part of herself... total control over her pleasure, the responses of her body... surely he couldn't... but his eyes said he could.

Dual Erotica: Tahoe - We finally reach our floor and excitement wars with nervousness in my head. After all, it's been a long, long time for me. I don't have the body I once had; I'm not nearly as experienced as you are. But there is no turning back, not that I want to

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Does Size Matter? - I am most definitely a size queen when it comes to my sex toys…but there’s a reason for that. Using a dildo is very VERY different from how I get fucked by a guy.

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I Want It All - Gender (identity) is different to (biological) sex. Biologically there are males and females, and those who identify as neither (intersex). But it’s sure as hell not that simple, no matter what society says.

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Along OUR Beating Path
Bringing Sexy Back
Equality
Fear (No Loathing) in Las Vegas
Getting Started in Swinging – Clubs
I'm a woman, and I like porn.
M says I'm a good girl!
Nerves & Dysfunction - Erectile Issues in the Lifestyle
Revelations (Of the Feminist and Slut Kind)
Sex Addiction
Submission is not an excuse to be Spineless!
Semi-Rape - Couldn't Say No
Toys Vs. Cocks
Transtastic: On Why My Relationships are Queer
Words, Words, Words

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Sex Ed
The Uncensored Realm of Internet Erotica

Kink & Fetish

67 orgasms will do this to a woman
Bless Me Father... For I Keep Sinning
Carnival
Can I?
Life List: TortureGarden Party…check
Three is a Magic Number - Part 1

Erotic Writing

#8 - Sharing is Caring
Alone
A Gracious Acceptance
disrobing
Erotica: Like This
Gagging her...
Homecoming
I Opened My Eyes
Kiss
Love, Sex And The Snooze-Button
Not Now
Phone Threesome
Remember...?
sex is sex no matter the sex
sexy photoshoot - part II
The Customer
Tall Summer Grass
The cave of unimaginable sincerity and beauty
Very Far from Heaven
Wife swap on holiday
With heels on

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Tall Summer Grass

He threw me down in the grass and I pulled him down with me, rolling around until I was sitting on his stomach, my laughter pummeling the nature all around us. We were seventeen and it was like the sunshine was going to last forever.

My hair was golden light as the sun poured through it and it made a curtain around our faces as I lent down to kiss his cheap rum and cherry coke flavored lips. His hands ripped through my thin tee revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

What memories can do to one's body....
My shorts were only a hindrance as he bumped his pelvis against mine. I cried out when he bit my bottom lip and pinched my nipple at the same time. Blood flavored our next kiss and I let him roll over on top of me. It was a series of little games, little gestures.

He knelt in front of me, my sunburned legs splayed out on either side of him. The movement and his hands were awkward but he finally got my shorts down and threw them to the side alongside with my panties and I lay there the tall crushed grass in my Chucks, my ripped tee making a sort of makeshift vest with its buttons undone.

He kissed my glinting bellybutton with its evil little jewel of a ring, licking in one move from it to my little fluff of pubic hair.

He kissed the fur there gently and then inhaled my scent before using his tongue to part my secret little lips and delved deeper to lick my wet inner slit. I moaned and stretched my arms out above me, grabbing hold of the grass and pulling until it nearly came out by the roots.

"You taste like the ocean."

His lips were shiny with my glimmery juices and he smiled so big.

I giggled and looked up into the huge blue sky just going on forever above me and I sighed so contentedly that I thought the air never cease from issuing from my mouth. I smiled then and came very slowly but fiercely and unexpectedly, squirting a little and crying out too.

"Does that always happen?"

He asks as he wipes the drips of girl cum off of his nose, his smile amused and hungry.

"No, it doesn't."

My laughter fills the field and he growls slightly as he crawls all over me, his face damp with the clean, briny scent of my juices. I marked him. Mine.

I am shocked when I feel his cock slide deeply inside of me without any warning, I slap him and he smiles as he begins thrusting, his hand cradling the back of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body fall into his rhythm, smacking my hips against him as he pushes hard into me. I work hard at fucking him as he's fucking me.

Deeper and deeper until I can feel my legs beginning to quake with the effort of my bumping body. Like its planned he whispers into my ear,

"I need to cum, where do I do it?"

I was clueless, we were being dumb kids and thought the pull out method rocked our socks.

"Umm, just not inside."

As I barely finish my sentence, he pulls out and with a roar he cums all over my tummy and breasts, a tiny droplet landing on my chin as I smile up at him. He leans back on his heels and surveys the damage as he pants out his ecstasy. I giggled as I gently berate him and sit up,

"I am so pissed at you. What do I do now? I'm covered in cum."

He stands up and walks in his sneakers without pants and reclaims his lukewarm bottle of cherry coke and rum from the surrounding grass and in one swift move he poured it down my upright chest and tummy as I screamed at him.

"Fuck you! Now I smell like a drunk cumslut or something."

We dissolved into laughter so loud that the birds flutter from the nearby trees. He used my ripped tee to wipe away the cum/cherry coke/rum from my body, took off his own and threw it to me. As I pull the four-sizes-too-big tee over my head I giggle and begin to walk across the field, his loping steps following me.

"I am so going to get you back for this one."

He laughed and said,

"Yeah right."

A week later he came in my mouth, I pretended to swallow, and when he leaned down to kiss me, I snowballed him with his own cum.

I told him I would get him back for it, too bad he didn't believe me.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

The Monday Buzz: WE Vibe II

dBeing a material snob (and who wouldn't be after finding out what phthalates can do to your lady parts) I'm always interested in toys that are safe, eco-friendly, and easy to clean; so when tabutoys.com told me that they were sending me a WE Vibe II, I was so excited.

The WE II is a sweet little purple silicone toy that can be worn for solo play or even during intercourse. As a chick who hasn't achieved orgasm through penetrative sex (my vagina and I are still crossing our fingers!), I love anything that can give me a hands free clitoral orgasm during the big show.

It has two little rechargeable (yes, and it even comes with its own charger!) motors that work on both your G-spot and your clit simultaneously with 9 interchangeable modes of vibration. One hidden button inside the outer silicone of the toy makes it easy to cycle through the awesome vibration variations easily and qucikly without killing the mood.

Your We II will come to you in a classy white box with its own charger, lavender satin drawstring bag and a little instruction booklet. For me packaging is huge and can sell me very easily if its classy and nice or totally turn me off of a product. Classy white box with silver writing? Yes please! Vacu-form plastic with a totally nude porn star spread eagle on a tractor? No thanks.

The size of this little guy really surprised me because although I knew it was small enough to fit inside your love canal during the dirty deed, I really had no conception on how small, light and flexible it would be. No longer than three inches from its bent center to its end, it fits comfortably against your clit and wraps around to sit nicely inside too.

I was really excited to try this during the act because alone it was ton of fun: I slid it into my little kitten, pulled up my panties, put on some Maroon 5, and cleaned my apartment....for almost two hours and it was on the whole time. The package said that it could run on 'Low' for up to two hours so I figured I'd put it to the test and was so glad I did; talk about making homemaking more fun.


During sex it has a tendency to slide to one side or the other, but this may have been because my friend Motor has a pretty large pants monster. I was able to have an awesome orgasm about 10 minutes into our between-the-sheets dance but I had to have him stop so I could remove the little buzzy guy because the sensation was too much after that. If you're multi-orgasmic and like to push your threshold, this little purple hero could be just the thing for you.

Remember that with silicone toys, never use silicone lube. Why? If you use silicone lube with a silicone toy, the two will bond to one another resulting in really gross build-up on the surface of your toy that will lead to permanent damage. Do yourself a favor and just use some water-based lube and enjoy!

Thanks so much to tabutoys.com for sending me yet another super-fun toy to share with everyone.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Michael Jackson: I Blame Your Tunes

I blame my overly active sexuality squarely on the shoulders of Michael Jackson and his music.

No disrespect to him and his memory but if you know his music like I do, then you'll understand.

Image courtesy of Amazon.com

When Michael Jackson's album "Dangerous" came out in 1991 I was 3 years old and I grew up listening to his older music too but particularly the music from that album. For my fifth birthday I asked for a tape (yes, a tape) of the album and everyday thereafter I spent my time lying on the floor, painstakingly listening to songs and rewinding to spots I remembered by heart to hear my favorite songs.

Since the same age of 5, I was a singer and dancer in a few local performance groups in my area so I spent much of my time, singing, dancing, rehearsing, and performing so it was natural that at the time I too wanted to be a big star. Fomr age 5 til 9 when people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my response was always "I;m going to be Michael Jackson; a statement that makes no sense now but to my young self, it meant a lot.

I used his music to enhance my performance skills, memorizing lyrics and melody cues until I knew each song so well I began to form dance routines where I would express the sometimes heavy emotion expressed by Michael's voice.

My dance moves were not the cutesy moves of a little girl but the sex-filled motions of a full grown, sexual human. My mom would always remark when she saw me rehearsing,

"Make sure you don't touch yourself between the legs when you dance, it isn't ladylike."

I would always roll my eyes and explain to her that if the King of Pop did it and people loved it, they would love it when I did it too.

All during this time, I had no idea what sex was, had no idea people would lay naked together or even what a vagina was actually for. I had an idea that Michael's songs embodied a sense of artistic feeling along with the melody and though I never understood what "...and you know damn well she gives it to me." actually meant or that "...remember the times after dark." really meant something sexual was going on versus just doing something at night, I loved the music for how it willed my body to move and how engrossed in the rhythm it could make me.

Sadly as I wandered into my teen years and Michael Jackson was replaced by pop boy bands and pop princesses and those were replaced by scream-o rockers and punk drummers, I lost the feeling of the pure delight I used to feel when I listened to his music.

It wasn't until a few years ago that my now de-flowered self downloaded his "Dangerous" album on a whim one day that I realized how dirty it actually was and how much I still worshiped it. I;m blushing even now thinking of all the nookie that has taken place in my bed that has been fueled by Mr' Jackson's amazing bass lines and erotic lyrics.

In life and lust, no more wicked words have been spoken (or sung, rather) than,

It's just a feeling
You have to soothe it
You can't neglect it
You can't abuse it
It's just desire
You cannot waste it
And if you want it
Then won't you taste it?

His music will live on for longer than we even know but more than that, his sensual powers of song definitely awakened something in me far before it should have and I'm sure its made me the girl I am today. Good or bad? You tell me...