"Art is never chaste.
It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared.
Yes, art is dangerous.
Where it is chaste, it is not art."
/Pablo Picasso
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
My AdultSexToys.com Shopping Spree!
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
e[lust] #14
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] #14? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!
~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~
Answers with an Agenda 1- Fisting - Once you’ve gotten started using two fingers for a bit, then it is time to build until four fingers are sliding in and out of the person, and you are on your way.
Gagged - I think it’s got to be a combination… fingers sliding into your cunt, a merciless tease of your clit, and yes, it’s going to have to be, lining my cock up with your ass.
Mine - I feel you stir beneath me as I create a rhythm, your breathing changing growing more shallow as you slip from sleep into arousal. My eyes lift to yours as you smile and try to move your arms and then freeze.
~ e[lust] Editress ~
Puppet Master - When I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.
~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~
Shaping Some Limits - “If you ever did that to me, I promise you would never see me again”.Those words were spoken to me this past weekend by my pet during one of our overnight dates. The subject was face slapping.
See also: Pleasurists #77 for all your sex toy review needs.
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!
Kink & Fetish
12 Licks of the Tawse
A Canvas for Pain
Best Friends
Fetish: What's Yours?
Needles and Cock Choking
One Couple's Journey into Kink, part 2
Pieces of Skin and Bone
Please hurt me unbearably, you fucking fucker!
Ssssh…
The Taskmaster's Whip
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
A (Short) Ode to Uncut Cocks
Compersive Vanillas?
How Fear can Lead to Understanding and Trust
I am not a rapist...
Mother's Day Gift
On threesomes
On Friendship
Playing Nice On The Swingset
Tyler and Holly Give Swing Clubs Another Chance
The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter
third person
Whacking For America
Erotic Writing
26 minutes
A Request For Help
Are you willing, Are You?
A Squirting Experience
All Dressed Up - The Party ....part 2
Beginning
Book Orgasm
Dhanurasana
Flesh for Fantasy
Filled
Getting Lost in the Forest
Guest Post: Truck
Go Habs Go Domme Style
hotel window
How Do I Find You Sexy?
I'll Be Waiting
Jim and Lisa
Keeping It In The Family
Mind the Gap
My Sluttiest Moment
My First Blowjob
Me, Myself & My Clit
Not Tonight Dear, I've Got A Headache (Part 2)
Pure, Unadulterated Desire
Predatory
rhythm
Something Different
slumber interruptis
therapy session #1
Wanton Wednesday- Fuck-toy
Wednesday Night Blues
Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Eden Fantasys Newbie Help Guide
What the fuck, EdenFantasys?
Workshops and More at the ALCC
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter
On Easter Sunday after the morning service my family and I held hands in a circle, our pastor's hands on mine and my sister's shoulders linking us all as he prayed to commit my youngest sister's purity ring.
Yes, her purity ring.
I was brought to tears thinking of how much this could mean in her life and what her relationships with men will be like. It made me think back (which I never do) and imagine what life would have been like if I had gone the road of faith and pledged my body to God until I was married.
I didn't lose my virginity until I was almost 17 and it was to my boyfriend in the Marine Corp who was also a virgin and I have no regrets. We loved one another and had waited for longer than a year to have sex all through him finishing high school and then going through basic training.
We met on a beach and ran into the ocean with our clothes on and when we walked back to his truck with our friends, he let me wear his size 14 sandals because I couldn't get my sandy, wet legs back into my knee-high leather boots. He asked me if he could kiss me for the first time and I was sure that he would be big in my life. I was right.
That said, while I have no regrets, as we stood in a circle up near the stage of the auditorium with our hands clasped to pray for God to bless my sister's strength of will I tried to imagine my life if I had always said "No" and stayed chaste until marriage.
It was hard to do.
I won't say that sex has defined my life but it has definitely changed it, and changed me too. Sex complicated things, it simplified things, it killed things and made things happen. I've felt pleasure and pain and sadness and joy but most of all I would define my relationship with sex as an ever-evolving process of finding myself and my body and my strength through my power as a woman.
I'm glad that sex is not a huge mystery, that its not something to fear or hold high on a pedestal. It is important in your life, but not something to become totally fixated on.
That being said, it brings me to the current day and the fact that I'm dating someone new...but we can't have sex.
Almost three weeks ago I had a small internal surgery that became a big problem when during the supposedly simple procedure, my ureter ripped 4 inches south and had to sutured. Three days later, the sutures ripped and I was back in the ER. As much as that was a *totally fun night* for me, it got worse. The doctor who sewed me up brought me out of anesthesia with a question,
"Guess who's not having sex for a month?"
In my drugged addled state I replied,
"You?"
He laughed and said,
"No, you sweetheart."
I closed my eyes and let my head drop back down on the pillow, hardly contemplating the ramifications of this bit of information. For the first few days I was pissed that their mistake was going to hamper my quality of life but then I came to realization that what happens, happens and nothing can stop it. I smiled and prayed for a quick recovery and a reprieve from my usually overly lustful needs.
About two weeks ago at a dinner party I met a guy who was really interesting to talk to and whom about I said silently to myself, "Now this is going to be trouble" when I saw his masculine frame seated across the table from me. We hung out later into the night and ended up talking over the phone once we both went home until the sun came up and agreed to meet up for coffee the the next afternoon. We agreed to be friends but something stirred and we both knew it wasn't going to just stay "platonic".
The night he kissed me, I knew it wasn't going to be a simple situation. There was more to the attraction than we had both imagined but we didn't know what to do with it. My invisible chastity belt has been in the way and its been so interesting to feel my way through my feelings and longings versus just letting our bodies do the thinking. We have an undeniable animal attraction, something vital that could become something bigger if allowed.
For now I'm glad to have the buffer of my locked up panties to allow the tension an need to build up. The insane thing is that though my sex drive is higher than its been in the past few months, I have this need to refrain from touching myself because I only want to orgasm with him (Wow, I just shocked even myself with that sudden realization!).
I'm glad we have the time to let things work themselves out, build and change before we get lost in the lust that has so often consumed me in the past. Don't get me wrong though, I want to dig into him like nobody's business but for now, its huge for me to see past his trousers.
For the moment, only time will tell what this dynamic will or will not do for the forces at work between us. I don't want to sound like a giggling school girl, but I'm excited to see what will happen next.
Yes, her purity ring.
I was brought to tears thinking of how much this could mean in her life and what her relationships with men will be like. It made me think back (which I never do) and imagine what life would have been like if I had gone the road of faith and pledged my body to God until I was married.
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I didn't lose my virginity until I was almost 17 and it was to my boyfriend in the Marine Corp who was also a virgin and I have no regrets. We loved one another and had waited for longer than a year to have sex all through him finishing high school and then going through basic training.
We met on a beach and ran into the ocean with our clothes on and when we walked back to his truck with our friends, he let me wear his size 14 sandals because I couldn't get my sandy, wet legs back into my knee-high leather boots. He asked me if he could kiss me for the first time and I was sure that he would be big in my life. I was right.
That said, while I have no regrets, as we stood in a circle up near the stage of the auditorium with our hands clasped to pray for God to bless my sister's strength of will I tried to imagine my life if I had always said "No" and stayed chaste until marriage.
It was hard to do.
I won't say that sex has defined my life but it has definitely changed it, and changed me too. Sex complicated things, it simplified things, it killed things and made things happen. I've felt pleasure and pain and sadness and joy but most of all I would define my relationship with sex as an ever-evolving process of finding myself and my body and my strength through my power as a woman.
I'm glad that sex is not a huge mystery, that its not something to fear or hold high on a pedestal. It is important in your life, but not something to become totally fixated on.
That being said, it brings me to the current day and the fact that I'm dating someone new...but we can't have sex.
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| Source freeclipartnow.com |
Almost three weeks ago I had a small internal surgery that became a big problem when during the supposedly simple procedure, my ureter ripped 4 inches south and had to sutured. Three days later, the sutures ripped and I was back in the ER. As much as that was a *totally fun night* for me, it got worse. The doctor who sewed me up brought me out of anesthesia with a question,
"Guess who's not having sex for a month?"
In my drugged addled state I replied,
"You?"
He laughed and said,
"No, you sweetheart."
I closed my eyes and let my head drop back down on the pillow, hardly contemplating the ramifications of this bit of information. For the first few days I was pissed that their mistake was going to hamper my quality of life but then I came to realization that what happens, happens and nothing can stop it. I smiled and prayed for a quick recovery and a reprieve from my usually overly lustful needs.
About two weeks ago at a dinner party I met a guy who was really interesting to talk to and whom about I said silently to myself, "Now this is going to be trouble" when I saw his masculine frame seated across the table from me. We hung out later into the night and ended up talking over the phone once we both went home until the sun came up and agreed to meet up for coffee the the next afternoon. We agreed to be friends but something stirred and we both knew it wasn't going to just stay "platonic".
The night he kissed me, I knew it wasn't going to be a simple situation. There was more to the attraction than we had both imagined but we didn't know what to do with it. My invisible chastity belt has been in the way and its been so interesting to feel my way through my feelings and longings versus just letting our bodies do the thinking. We have an undeniable animal attraction, something vital that could become something bigger if allowed.
For now I'm glad to have the buffer of my locked up panties to allow the tension an need to build up. The insane thing is that though my sex drive is higher than its been in the past few months, I have this need to refrain from touching myself because I only want to orgasm with him (Wow, I just shocked even myself with that sudden realization!).
I'm glad we have the time to let things work themselves out, build and change before we get lost in the lust that has so often consumed me in the past. Don't get me wrong though, I want to dig into him like nobody's business but for now, its huge for me to see past his trousers.
For the moment, only time will tell what this dynamic will or will not do for the forces at work between us. I don't want to sound like a giggling school girl, but I'm excited to see what will happen next.
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Monday Buzz: Fun Factory Share XS
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Monday, May 10, 2010
The Monday Buzz: Euphoria Pleasure Ride
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Thursday, May 06, 2010
Gilding My Body With Heat
The heat from between the sheets has compounded as I lay in a heap here under you.
You wrestled the orgasms out of me like fighting titans and now I remain utterly powerless within my frame of flesh. Knocked down eighty-five notches and totally without complaint, mind or reason. I've been fucked to the point of loss of self.
Damn, it feels good to be alive.
This is worth going to hell for, answering to your morals for and making excuses for. Make your arguments to your piety and your morality and your salvation but this is the moments we all look for. A moment when you cease to exist in any of the pain or doubt of your life, your body, or your intelligence. My flesh does not feel compromised by this invasion but it completely reborn from it.
You stroked me. You licked me. You grabbed me. You invaded me. You bit me. You slapped me.
You erased me, even if just for a few post-coital moments.
I can feel every hollow, valley, and joint in my body; they all are asleep and only my brain gently lolls around in my skull. I am tired, sexed out and done for the night.
Your cock was so hard as it drove into me and even if it wasn't like the fairy tale love stories, I relive it to find my body quaking with the passion of it. My hand can feel the texture of your hard cock slipping into my warm, wet slit. My lips are sore for taking you there too, my throat as well and I will smile to myself when I awake in the morning to still feel that ache from taking you so deeply.
This is for now but not for always. I'm ok. I'm glad. I'm happy. I'm elated
You wrestled the orgasms out of me like fighting titans and now I remain utterly powerless within my frame of flesh. Knocked down eighty-five notches and totally without complaint, mind or reason. I've been fucked to the point of loss of self.
Damn, it feels good to be alive.
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| The hours before twilight are the best for their dying rays. |
This is worth going to hell for, answering to your morals for and making excuses for. Make your arguments to your piety and your morality and your salvation but this is the moments we all look for. A moment when you cease to exist in any of the pain or doubt of your life, your body, or your intelligence. My flesh does not feel compromised by this invasion but it completely reborn from it.
You stroked me. You licked me. You grabbed me. You invaded me. You bit me. You slapped me.
You erased me, even if just for a few post-coital moments.
I can feel every hollow, valley, and joint in my body; they all are asleep and only my brain gently lolls around in my skull. I am tired, sexed out and done for the night.
Your cock was so hard as it drove into me and even if it wasn't like the fairy tale love stories, I relive it to find my body quaking with the passion of it. My hand can feel the texture of your hard cock slipping into my warm, wet slit. My lips are sore for taking you there too, my throat as well and I will smile to myself when I awake in the morning to still feel that ache from taking you so deeply.
This is for now but not for always. I'm ok. I'm glad. I'm happy. I'm elated
Thursday, April 01, 2010
The Man Made To Love Me
The man made to love me is out there somewhere.
The man made to love me will be sweet yet real and without exaggeration or swagger.
The man made to love me will be loving yet sexual and not afraid to give it to me hard without thinking its disrespectful or wrong to see me as a sexual object, at least for the moment.
The man made to love me will feel lucky to have me in his life and feel blessed to have my devotion and desire to please and love him.
The man made to love me will be strong and brave yet not without fault for the flaws in people show their brightest points even brighter.
The man made to love me will feel family is the most important thing in life and that quitting or burning it to the ground in fear is not an option.
The man made to love me will be able to put up with my sometime fragility and weakness of body.
The man made to love me will love kissing me with love and passion as much as holding a hand tight against my throat as she fucks me deeply and without remorse.
The man made to love me will understand my strengths and weaknesses and give as much as I give and love as much as I love and respect me as I respect him and though life and love is never perfect, I know this man exists.
/written June 2008, personal journals
The man made to love me will be sweet yet real and without exaggeration or swagger.
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The man made to love me will be loving yet sexual and not afraid to give it to me hard without thinking its disrespectful or wrong to see me as a sexual object, at least for the moment.
The man made to love me will feel lucky to have me in his life and feel blessed to have my devotion and desire to please and love him.
The man made to love me will be strong and brave yet not without fault for the flaws in people show their brightest points even brighter.
The man made to love me will feel family is the most important thing in life and that quitting or burning it to the ground in fear is not an option.
The man made to love me will be able to put up with my sometime fragility and weakness of body.
The man made to love me will love kissing me with love and passion as much as holding a hand tight against my throat as she fucks me deeply and without remorse.
The man made to love me will understand my strengths and weaknesses and give as much as I give and love as much as I love and respect me as I respect him and though life and love is never perfect, I know this man exists.
/written June 2008, personal journals
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
e[lust] #10
Welcome to e[lust] - The 10th edition! 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] #11? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!
~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~
Negotiation – Not Nearly As Awkward As Having a Breakdown in Public – All the worries about getting to know a new person (“Am I dressed ok? Are they gonna like my stories about my grandma?”) get exaggerated when you’re talking about sex and desire…
Dollar Store Domme – He definitely can’t elude the dollops of toothpaste I dab onto his nipples. It takes a delicious second before he feels the cool burn penetrate his flesh. By that time I’m already up and selecting a plastic spatula from the credenza.
The Best of Both Worlds or Lost in Limbo? – Whether intentional or unthinking, bisexual denial is a frustrating thing for bisexual, pansexual or ‘fluid’ people to have to deal with.
~ e[lust] Editress ~
Navigating Genderqueer in Suburbia – But pray tell how do the rest of us navigate it? How the hell am I supposed to know if you identify as male or just like dressing like one?
~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~
The Daddy Issue: Sexualizing Abuse – I needed to walk through this fear, and turn it into pleasure. I needed to prove to myself that he hadn’t broken me. That he hadn’t changed who I was to become. That I was not affected by what he did. That he didn’t abuse me.
See also: Pleasurists #69 and #70 for all your sex toy review needs.
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
15 minute phone sex
…And Orgasms On Demand
A Neighbor In Need #7
Afternoon Delight!
Casino
Desperation & Dominance
Dreams
Evening Home, Part 3
First Asleep Loses
Happy ending
I Got….
I am a keeper of secrets
I Got Fucked
I am Coming for You: A Letter to Scin
Late Night Satisfaction
Lolita’s Mother
Making M Squirt
Sir ~ intro
The Hatter
The Flash Fiction Friday FAQ!
Trussed
We fucked, they applauded
Where there is a libido, there is a way
Wicked Wednesday: Idyll
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
20 Reasons Why Sex Is Good
Defining Sex
Hurt me, Pet
I Was Raped
Playing Dumb
Red Flags of an Abusive Partner, Part 2
Restrictions and Satisfaction
Someone Else’s Shoes
Sex Isn’t Everything
The Art of Sensual Touching-Caressing for You and Your Partner
The STI You Haven’t Heard of: Molluscum contagiosum
The Suit
Vibrant Woman or Live Masturbation Sleeve
What I Don’t Need
Kink & Fetish
A Little Girl’s Need for Submission
Are You Done Yet?
A Reformatory Punishment
BDSM Advice Series: Floggers
Bruises
Determined to bind
His Slut
I Really Wasn’t In The Mood
Impact
Pain and Healing
Questions From DH About These Things We Do
Surrender
Sub Drop: Fact or Fiction?
Tiiu Ashcraft – Fetish Artist and Beauty
The Eroticism of Tattoos
The Competition
Wanting to want
Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
A History of Violence
Asshat of the Day Award
Awesome Mentoring Work and Upcoming Apprenticeship
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