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Making Love

Very rarely can I call what happens between M and me making love. I don’t have anything against it, making love, but it has a connotation of gentleness and of being tender.

M and I, we don’t make love. We fuck.

But every once in awhile it sneaks itself into our bedroom and takes me by surprise.

Take the other night. After a few episodes of Dexter, we made our way upstairs. We cuddled for a few moments, shut of the lights, and moved into our sleeping position, with me as the little spoon. Once we were settled and he wrapped his body around mine, his hands began to wander.

Before long, I’m arching into him and we’ve bypassed the point of just going to sleep. I roll onto my back as my hand grips his cock, already hard and wanting touched. M’s hand slips into my panties, running over my clit and between my lips, finding me already wet.

Somehow, we ended up on our sides, face to face, the length of our bodies pressed together, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. My arms wrap his head, my fingers in his hair, as my lips and body moved against him.

Soon one of my legs is up over his hip and his hands are exploring, they’re on my back, my ass, my lips, moving our bodies against one another. It doesn’t take long before he’s guiding his cock into my pussy, sliding the whole length with one smooth, slow thrust while his lips move against mine. He holds me there, tight against him, not allowing me to grind and roll like I want.

Slowly he pulls back, thrusting back into me. My lips fall from his as pleasure radiates through my body. He continues to move, holding my ass, using my body as leverage.

I kiss his shoulder, his neck, his chest, my teeth scraping his flesh as my mouth moves across his skin. My hands roam his back, his ass, his legs and neck, anywhere I can reach.

With the sensation of so much of our skin touching, the taste of him on my lips, his fingers playing where our bodies are joined, running over my lips, feeling the skin stretched and strained against his girth, it’s too much and suddenly I’m lost. Floating in a space of pleasure and joy and complete happiness.

Every time I start to come back down, start moving in sync with his body, he pushes me back up, making cum again and again.

By the time he rolls me onto my back, my legs hitched over his arms, my thighs are dripping with juices and I’m withering beneath him. My pussy’s spasming and gripping and willing his cock to cum. And when it’s all over, we lay side by side, skin still touching as we drift to sleep.

These moments, these I call making love. When it’s overwhelming on so many levels, when I can’t get close enough or touch him enough. When it’s just he and I, when there’s no kink, no play, when we are at our most basic, raw. When all I want to do is crawl up inside him and be one with him.

These are our moments of making love.

I am Not Embarrassed

Courtsey of Facebook

Courtsey of Facebook

Warning: I’m going to try not to be too ranty here.

I like sex. A lot. I like all that it entails. I like the foreplay. Penetration. I like it vanilla and I like it kinky. I like when it lasts all night and I like it when it lasts 5 minutes.

I like oral sex, anal sex, solo sex. I like sex that leaves you exhausted in a heap of sweat and I like sex that is slow and relaxing.

I like the feel of his cum inside me, whether it’s in my mouth or in my pussy. I like the velvety skin of his cock and the roughness of a day old beard on my inner thighs. I like his fingers on my breasts and in my pussy.

I like to make him cum. With my hand, my mouth, my body. I like to watch him get hard, with my words, my touch. I like to pleasure him. Make him want. Watch the pleasure move across his face.

I like to cum. From his cock, his fingers, his tongue, his words. I like orgasms that are quick and intense and those that are long and sensuous. I like them from nipple play, from fingering, from anal, clitoral, vaginal and G-spot. I like squirting, soaking the sheets and slashing cum off his hand.

I like to masturbate. Make myself cum. I like circling my clit and pulling on my nipples. I like using vibrators, dildos, and my hand. I like to read erotic and watch porn.

I like sex. I like to talk about it, read about it and write about it.

I am not embarrassed.

I will not throw it in your face, or make you feel uncomfortable. Honestly, I probably won’t even bring it up first. I will not give you raunchy details or false impressions. If you ask questions, I will answer them. If you ask for advice, I will give it.

I like sex and I am not embarrassed. Don’t expect me to be. Sex is a natural part of life. It’s enjoyable and I like it. I do what I do behind closed doors and there is nothing wrong with it. Nothing immoral, indecent, unethical or unnatural. It is sane, safe and consensual.

I am not embarrassed.

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Courtsey of Facebook

Courtsey of Facebook

A few weeks ago, on a crazy Friday afternoon, I finally made it into my office around 3:20, with only 10 minutes before my next appointment. There was a yellow sticky note on my desk, a quick note from a supervisor (not my direct supervisor), asking me to come see them. I make my way through the maze of cubicles and stick my head through her office door.

“You wanted to see me?”

She welcomes me in, and nods towards her door, which I pull shut behind me as I  sit down across from her. We are pseudo-friends,this supervisor and I. Our kids go to school together, we belong to the same church, know a lot of the same people. I’ve been to a purse party at her house and have drank wine with her and her husband.

She begins by telling me she’s “just going to say it” instead of beating around the bush. Someone in my office, someone in “administration,” is apparently friends with someone I’m friends with on Facebook. I nod, confusion spreads across my face. She goes on to say that with our job, “being in the community,” that we have a reputation to uphold. I agreed, explaining that I haven’t used my Facebook in almost two years for that very reason. I have no desire for any of my clients to have that much of a glimpse into my personal life.

She acknowledges that she “saw that” when a co-worker came to her, unsure of what to do, not wanting to go to my own supervisor, an uber-conservative, ultra-religious man who blushed when I asked if he had any more condoms, because the supply I had for my teenage clients was running low. This co-worker, they came to her to show her that I had a few (less than 5) Facebook “likes” for sex toys, dated from October of last year.

“Ahh…” I say, remembering a text message from my bff last fall, telling me my “like” of a butt plug just jumped up on her screen. So I explain. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but I’m a writer.” She nods, says she remembers me mentioning that. I explain that last winter, when I decided I was going to start writing again, I was researching all sort of ways to earn compensation. I tell how I found edenfantasys, how I write sex toy reviews for them. I describe how they have a point system, and that you can earn points for “liking.” I say that I have a separate Facebook account, one that is protected, that has no connection to me, my name, my phone number, my email, that I use for that purpose. I tell how my computer synced to the wrong account last fall, I found out about it, and had thought I deleted them, but apparently I missed a few.

She stares at me. There is long, awkward pause. “You write reviews for sex toys…” her voices raises at the end, asking a question that is not really a question. “Yes,” I say, and give her a few details about edenfantasys, explaining how I started by doing lingerie reviews. She leans across her desk, interested. She asks a few questions. I answer. She tells me how her husband had joined her in a “thong-of-the-month” club, where he would pick out a pair of panties and have them mailed to her, a secret surprise when she’s find them in the mail box. We chat about this for awhile, discussing both programs, the pros and cons of each.

I glance at the clock, and realize I’m already 15 minutes late for my last appointment. “I’ll delete them when I get home from work,” I say, standing up, “I’ve got a home visit I’m late for.” She looks at me like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Then she remembers. She straightens in her seat and her hands move to fumble with papers on her desk.

“Ok. That’s good.” She looks at me. “So… This conversation can just stay here…” There she goes again, her voice asking a question that isn’t a question.

“Yes. I’ll take care of it.”

She nods, blushing as she realizes the conversation went a little different than she had anticipated, perhaps a little concerned with what she shared, with the questions she asked. “Good.” She looks down at her desk. “Well, I’ll make sure it ends here. There’s no reason for it to go any further.”

“Agreed.” I smile at her as I stand. “Thank you,” I say and walk out of her office, laughing to myself that she gets thongs in the mail and fuming that I was Facebook stalked by a co-worker. I was frustrated that they didn’t come to me before going to a supervisor and pissed off that it was not “okay” for me to like a sex toy.

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I guess what it comes down to is that I don’t understand why sex is such a big deal. Why does it make people so uncomfortable? Why are people embarrassed about pleasure? About sex? About something that everyone does, but doesn’t talk about? What is so fucking shameful? People can talk about divorce, about hemorrhoids and financial woes. They discuss medical procedures, politics and religious beliefs. They tell about 401(k)s, their children’s poop patterns and their husband’s snoring. But sex? Sex is off the table.

I don’t fucking understand.

I Came So Hard

Saturday night, M and I had a few drinks, hanging out together in the living room

from edenfantasys(dot)com

from edenfantasys(dot)com

while he watched television and I read blogs. I had a few new toys that needed reviews, including these “Pleasure balls.” These babies weigh in at a hefty 11 oz, and blew my Lelo Luna Beads out of the water.

I’d had these balls in, which not only weighed heavily inside me, but ever so slightly moved, pressing and rolling against the walls of my pussy, for close to four hours by the time we made our way upstairs. I beat M to bed, and when he came in, I was ever so gently pulling on the string, bringing the lower ball to the edge of my cunt, squeezing to keep it in, then pulling even harder, the weight of the ball pushing its way through before pushing it back inside.

When he finally reached the bed, he settled between my legs, resting his head on his arm as he lounged perpendicular to me on the bed, watching the show I was presenting just for him. Soon, his hands replaced my own and I laid back, giving into the pleasure his manipulations were creating.

It gets a little blurry at this point. I remember asking him to collar me. I remember the cool feel of the leather slipping across my skin, the pull of it as he tightened and synched the buckle. Did he blindfold me? I can’t be sure. It seems he did, but perhaps my eyes were just closed.

I remember moving down the bed, and as his fingers played into the folds of my cunt, my lips wrapped around his cock, taking him long and deep into the base of my throat, pushing myself down on him until I involuntarily gagged on his length.

Before long, M’s hands strayed from my pussy and found their way to my collar. Using the D-rings on both sides of my neck, he took control of my motion, thrusting my mouth back and forth on his cock, setting my pace, determining how deep he would go. Then he would switch, holding me in place, fucking my mouth, taking it however he wanted. I can’t truly say if we were like this for a few minutes or an eternity as I became his toy, his to do with as he pleased, losing myself in nothing but Him.

Did he fuck me next or bury his head between my legs, I don’t know. The next vivid memory I have is being on my back, my legs bent, with his fingers expertly pressing into my g-spot, fluid spilling over onto his hand. Orgasms racked my body, one after another, over and over again. I came so many times, so close together, that I lost myself in the pleasure, becoming nothing but nerves and sensation.

Fluid poured from my body, spilling onto my stomach, his chest, covering us both with it’s salty scent. My orgasms became stronger, more frequent, giving me nothing but a few gasps of air between the peaks of ecstasy. I was cuming so hard, my juices were splashing onto my shoulders and cheeks.

How long before he was back inside, pumping into my body, I don’t know. I remember my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his body. I remember gripping him as tight as I could, my pussy clamping and spasming around his cock, milking him. I remember being on my stomach, his hand wrapped into my hair, holding me in place. I remember hands on my nipples, pulling and squeezing, until I was cuming from that alone.

On my back again, my legs spread, my knees bent back to each side of my head, M’s hands on my inner thighs as his cock slid in and out of me, slow and quick, hard and deep. When I called out that I was cumming, M pulled out of my wetness as I squirted again, covering us both in wetness. I heard his groan of pleasure as I felt his own sticky heat spill from his body and onto me, covering my cunt and my clit, as he thrust back into me, filling me one more time, moving with deliberation, pushing deep inside while my body spasmed around him one last time.

Collapsing on to me, we held one another, my body quivering endlessly without stimulation. I curled up next to him, sleepy and satiated and with spasms still racking my body, drifted off to sleep next to my Sir.

This is Why I do What I do: 2013 Sex Survey

If you read regularly, you make remember a few months ago, when I was ranting about the iVillage 2013 Sex Survey. Well, I just wanted to warn you, I’m doing it again.

Be prepared.

And I promise, I’m at least going to try and not repeat what I said last time. We’ll see how that goes.

Obligations

  • 59% of women and 39% of men report having sex out of obligation, at least sometimes. They say this like it’s a bad thing, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all. As a matter of fact, I think it’s a wonderful thing. See, here’s the thing — sometimes you’re not in the mood, and that’s okay. But what happens when you’re not in the mood for a week, 2 weeks, a month, 5 months? You get the picture. When you’re not having sex, a terrible thing can happen… You can stop wanting sex. So don’t let that happen. Have sex, even when you don’t want it, at least once in awhile. And there’s a good fucking chance that if you do put out, and actively participate (come on girls, don’t just lay there like a log, partake in the enjoyment), you’ll end up being glad you did.

Libido

  • 43% of women have been in the mood within the last week. 55% of men have. What the fuck? Don’t people want to fuck? I think I started masturbating regularly at 12 or 13. I can’t think of a whole week that has ever gone by in those 20 years that I haven’t wanted to cum. No wonder people are such assholes! Christ, everyone’s bent up sexual frustration is leaking out onto the streets and the sales of antidepressants are skyrocketing. Fuck more, people, you’ll be happier. I promise you that.

Turn Offs

  • Top turn offs: Stress — women 49%, men 37%. Exhaustion — women 46%, men 30%. You want to know something? Sex, both with and without orgasms, releases stress due to the increase in oxytocin. Oh, and one more thing… Sex helps you sleep better, relaxes you, and makes you feel closer to your partner. Yeah, so go get laid; the stress levels will drop. Promise.

Snooping

  • 34 % of men and 20% of women admit to checking their spouses phone for evidence of cheating. Okay. People cheat. 1 in 5, they say. But let me tell you something. If you are looking for something, trying to find some little piece of evidence against your partner, chances are you are going to find it whether it’s there or not. Does that make any sense? What I’m trying to say is that if you are looking to find something, there is a good chance you will come across something innocent, and make it into something big. Honestly, I think most people who cheat are smart about it. They don’t leave blatant evidence laying around to be found. Just sayin’.

Porn

  • 63% of women say they never watch online porn. Why the fuck not? I think this is a lie. I watch online porn all the time. I didn’t know other people didn’t. At least not people that would take part in an online sex survey! People need to masturbate more. You hear me? Go now. Rub one down. It’s good for you for christ’s sake!

Best Sex

  • 45% of women and 68% of men say they married the best sex of their lives. Damn fucking right!

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So that’s it. Not too exciting, but thought I’d share what’s going on out there in bedrooms across America. Sad, but true.

 

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!

And a great big giant *Mwah*!

Yes, it’s that time again, blog awards! So without further ado, lets just get on with the show.

The first two nominations (and the third, if I tracked it back) spawned from Nate and his mission of spreading the love amongst us sex bloggers. And I must say that I’m impressed. I’ve never received this award before, and I’ve got it 3 times in the last few weeks! Shit, fuck, damn! Not only have I received it, but it’s spreading like wildfire, and it’s nice to see something specific to us, as let me tell you, just in case you don’t blog or don’t do awards… There are only so many random facts that one can tell. Seriously. If you’ve read all my blog awards throughout my time here at LSAM, well, you’d know my shoe size, my favorite foods, favorite books and music, what my tattoos are, the body wash I use, etc, etc. So sometimes it’s nice to focus on what we love to focus on: SEX! Woo-hoo!

  1. Someone is attempting to seduce you over dinner, what is the sensual-blogging-awarddinner? Depends on where we’re eating. Chances are it would be a grilled chicken salad, a steak, or ribs (if I’m not wearing white). Could be hibachi, and in that case, it’s shrimp.
  2. Which song or songs get/put you in a sensual-sexual mood? First thing that comes to mind is Morphine. But if I’m feeling frisky, then I like something a bit harder. Maybe some Tool. Maynard James Keenan has a voice that I would do dirty, dirty things to simply hear him say some dirty, dirty things. *If you’re interested, there’s a song from each band below**
  3. Everyone has a scent that takes them back to a fond moment, what is your scent and the moment? Sensually… Hmm… Probably cocoa butter. Or M’s deodorant. Neither of these take me to specific moments, it’s more that they simply remind me of sex and sensual experiences in general. But as I write this, it brings to mind the smell of the beach: the salty water, the fresh breeze, the hint of sunscreen and sweat. And the beach always makes me excited, aroused.
  4. A sensuous-sexual activity that you want more of? (backrubs, kissing, etc.) If I’m honest, I’d like to have more impact play. And more bondage. But, see, we lost our headboard. I know, I know. How does one go about losing a 6-foot-king-sized-cast-iron headboard? No fucking clue. But it’s happened.
  5. A sexual fantasy that you have not indulged, but would if the situation was “perfect” for you (no guilt, travel taken care of, etc.) A gang bang. Not exactly sure what the “perfect” situation would be, and pretty sure this one will most like stay in the fantasy world, but…
  6. A favorite gift given to you by a partner or lover? My pearl necklace. My nook. Our children.
  7. One piece of sensuous advice that you would give to anyone? Let go of your inhibitions and insecurities. It’s so much better, for both you and your partner, if you are engulfed in what’s going on and not worrying about the jiggle in your thighs.
  8. Bonus Question: I am in the mood to read a single paragraph of erotica: What can you create with the following prompts: An apple orchard, a robot with a limp, sunset, and at least one famous person (alive or dead)?  I lay on my back, watching the sun set beneath the heavy branches of the apple tree, which cast its shadow across the curves of my body. My hand slips slowly beneath my panties, my fingers sliding across the slickness, my folds opening, spreading for my searching fingers. As I dip first one, then two fingers into my wetness, my eyes close, picturing him, the man from the statue, big, strong, thick, imagining what it would feel like, his warm flesh against mine, his tongue against my skin, his lips working my nipples. Soft moans begin to spill from me, my hips pumping against my hand, remember the feel of a man, a flesh and blood man, pounding into me, remembering his heat, his smell, his touch. My body peaks, my hand buried deep into my pussy, feeling its spasms, tightening and releasing, over and over again. As I relax back onto the grass, satisfied and exhausted, I hear a step-slide, step-slide, the tell-tale sign that SS is making his way towards me. “Ma’mam?” his animated voice makes me wince, “Do you need serviced?” I sigh, opening my eyes, watching him as he pushes a few buttons, attaching a large dildo to his groin. I roll over, pulling up my skirt. Sighing again, I respond, “Sure, but make it hard and quick. And no talking. I want to imagine you’re a real man…”

And then the lovely Nate, a few weeks later, gave me this award again! Yay!! I love double dipping!

  1. You are tasked with creating a sex toy, what is that sex toy (be sensual-blogging-awardoriginal)? A silicone dildo, that’s inflatable. That way, it’s easy to get it, but then you could make it as big as you’d like, so it can stretch you, fill you full, but you don’t have to work up to it or take the time to get it in.spock
  2. One alien that you would have sex with? I’m not real big on the alien-type movies/shows. But I’ve always had a thing for Zachery Quinto, so I’d have to say Spock, circa the 2009 film.
  3. Sexual position that you would like renamed and why? I’d rename Missionary. Why the fuck is it called this anyway? It makes it sound boring, plain. And it doesn’t have to be. It can be fantastic. And erotic. And kinky. And missionary makes me think of church groups in the jungle. I don’t like that.
  4. What would you do to improve the impression of sex writers that most people have? That we’re bad people, immoral and corrupting the youth and all that shit. We’re not bad people. We’re not abusive (although we may like to be abused!). We simply like sex. And like to write about it. We’re normal people, someone you know from work, or church, or the deli counter at Giant Eagle. We just like sex. And like to talk about it.
  5. A place that you would have sex in/at if everything worked out? A tour bus. Filled with people. Out in the open, driving down the road.
  6. The one piece of sexual advice that you would like on your tombstone for all to see? Masturbate: it makes you a better lover.
  7. The top five items off of your sexual bucket list? Per my last bucket list post: 1) A FFM with M. 2) A MMF with M. 3) 2 x 2. 4) A girlfriend. 5) A BDSM club.
  8. Bonus Question: I am in the mood for a single paragraph of erotica: can you craft a paragraph with the following prompts: a lusty lass, a broken down van, a hippie with a lisp, and police officer?  “What seems to be the problem here, ma’am?” the officer asked as he strolled towards the van parked on the side of the road, its flashers blinking into the dark. Jen popped her head up from the back seat, and, trying to smooth down her hair, sweetly said, “Oh, just a flat tire. Waiting for some friends to pick us up.” The officer’s light shined into the back of the van, looking for the “us” the young lady mentioned. As he leaned in to the van to get a better view, the smell of marijuana drifted towards him. “I’m going to need you to step out of the van. And anyone one else that’s in there with you.” He reached out and pulled the side door of the van open, then stepped back at the scene in front of him. The woman whom he was talking to was naked from the waist down, legs spread wide, smiling at him as the officer’s gaze worked down her body, until it settled at her pussy, which was filled to the brim with a man’s hand, all the way to the wrist. His eyes followed the arm to its owner, a long-haired, 50ish man with a tie-dyed t-shirt, who was smoking a joint with his free hand. “Hello thsir,” the hippie said, before hitting the joint again. “Wanna puff?” He held out his hand, offering the cop a toke. “It’s really dank,” said a new voice, drawing the officer’s attention to the other side of the man, to another naked woman, with long bronze hair, who was wiping her mouth, apparently from sucking the hippie’s cock. “Ah… I need you all to…” the cop stumbled, not sure what should be done first. Jen leaned in towards him, and whispered, “I’d really like to have a cock of my own to suck on…” her fingers trailing down his chest, her tight nipples showing through her thin shirt. “Fuck it,” the officer said, climbing into the van and reaching for the joint.

And then the ever lovely G (come on, have you seen her tits?) nominated me for two awards, the very inspiring blogger award and, yet again, the sensual blogging award. So here we go with those!

very-inspiring

 7 interesting things about me…

1. I have a dog named Sophia Louise. Sophie Lu for short. She’s a white lab mutt, and almost 10 years old.

2. My first blog was about getting out of debt. Yeah, obviously that one didn’t work out too well.

3. I spend a lot of time in front of the tv, without ever really watching anything.

4. I was drunk the other night, and at a friend’s house for a “welcome back to the east coast party” (even though we don’t really live on the east coast). The girls, who I normally don’t hang out with, partying with the guys instead, started asking me who my celebrity crush was. When I replied I didn’t have one, they thought I was lying, and started harassing me. They asked me what shows I watched on tv, and when I said I didn’t, one thing led to another and I ended up telling them that I blog. Dumb, dumb drunk girl I am. I tried to avert the questions that kept coming at me, giving them some information, but not enough to “out me” or the blog. But I have a feeling the next few days there were a lot of google searches for marriage and female ejaculation.

5. During this same conversation, I hugged one of the girls who knew what a sybian was, as not one other girl had a clue.

6. My hits have increased significantly since I was reviewed by Jane’s Guide.

7. I’ve been considering buying my own url, but even though lovesexandmarriage.com isn’t there, I can’t seem to buy the damn thing. Anyone have any ideas why?

And now here are my questions from G…

  1. What would be the best date to get you in a sensual mood? sensual-blogging-awardSomewhere on the beach. With alcohol and pot. And lots and lots of lotion. Oh, and a blanket… sand can sneak into places you don’t want it to be.
  2. What is your cocktail of choice, if you do drink? Does drinking put you in a sensual mood? Captain and coke is my go to and what I drink most often. Also a huge fan of snake bites and lemon drops, although I don’t drink vodka unless M is with me, because, well, if I start drinking vodka, I tend to not stop until I can’t drink any more, which is often way, way too late. If I’m drinking beer, it’s something dark. And yes, if I’m drinking, it puts me in a sensual mood. *read, makes me horny* As a matter of fact, at the above mentioned party, at 5 in the morning, everyone finally went to bed. M fell asleep on the basement floor, with me on the couch beside him. No one else was down there, and M was out for the count. So what did I do, after drinking for damn near 12 hours straight. Yep, I pulled up some youporn on my phone and rubbed one down.
  3. Have you ever danced so closely with a stranger that you sensed them being turned on? (I know this is harder for the gentlemen to answer) I don’t think I’ve ever really danced with a stranger…
  4. Would you have sex with a person you met four hours ago? In a different life, yes. The only way I’d do it now is if it was someone M and I were bringing home.
  5. Would you have sex with a person over ten years younger or older than you? Don’t see any reason why not.
  6. Could you have sex with a person that you never see (think: you are blindfolded and a trusted partner set up a rendevoux with someone they thought you would like, someone who technically meets your standards, yet you will never know if that is true, you have to just trust.) If I never have to know otherwise, then absolutely yes.
  7. Would your spouse ever accept an indecent proposal? I wish I knew the answer to this one…

BONUS:  Flex your creative muscles by creating a sensual paragraph using something that is red, something that is whipped, and the character has to be surprised by something.

Her red dress was ripped down the front, ruined on the first wear. But the thought never crossed her mind, as her back arched, his mouth finding the way to her nipple, sucking it deep and hard into his mouth, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin against her breast. His hands were on her waist, so when she felt the pressure on her shoulders, pushing her onto her back, the shock and surprise overwhelmed her, causing her breath to quicken and her pulse to race. She started to fight against the rope binding her hands, but the soft, wet lips that brushed against her neck soothed her, even though she did not know who they belonged to. As they moved up, grazing her chin line, up to her lips, she gave in, her body lowering as a hand slipped between her legs, opening her wide, so her nether lips were spread, the scent of her arousal assaulting her senses, making her want more. As fingers plunged into her wetness, she cried out, and her mind didn’t register the sound of the shaking can until the cool whipped cream covered her clit and lips moments before the warmth of lips and the flick of a tongue replaced the cold, sending her body through another series of spasms. A set of hands pinched both her nipples, twisting and pulling, as fingers were thrust into her cunt, making her call out, her sound muffled by the lips, teeth, and tongue invading her mouth. An eternity later, when a hard cock thrust into her pussy at the same moment another cock plunged into her mouth, she no longer cared who was who, or what was what, as long as the pleasure continued.

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So there you have it, four new blogging awards! Damn, who knew I was so loved! * curtsy* And now for my nominations… And this is a hard one, as many of you that I want to bestow this upon either have already received it, or don’t do awards. So please bear with me, if you’ve already got it or just ignore it if you want…

  • Captain Kitty: Because you’re real and you crack me up all the time. You literally make me LOL.
  • Night Owl: Because of your honesty and take on life.
  • Invisible Woman: Because you’re using your blog for what it’s for, for you.
  • Confessions of Your Husband’s Mistress: Because of your resilience and determination.
  • Jayne Ayres: Because of your shared insight and great writing.
  • Ginger’s Journey: Because of your quality friendship and kind heart.
  • Dawn: Because you say it how it is and don’t hold back. Girl, I wish you knew how great you are!
  • Theo: Because you are a great guy with a big heart. L is a lucky woman.
  • Nick: Because you are always there and set me straight when I’m veering too far right or left. **And I’m expecting you to do this, and I’ll post it as a guest blog, just so ya know**

And here are my 7 questions… Nate and G, I’m expecting you two to answer these as well. See, I like to make things up as I go!

1. Describe your last sexual experience in 3 words. (Not a question, I know, but deal with it.)

2. What did you think about last time you masturbated?

3. What’s your number one hard limit, no exceptions?

4. What’s the easiest/quickest way for you to get off?

5. What movie, not porn, do you find the most arousing?

6. If you had to have, or do have, a fetish, what is it?

7. Anal sex… you like it or no?

And the bonus paragraph of erotica… The prompts include: a kiwi, a sharp knife, an erection and an orgasm.

And here are two songs for you, both of which I find arousing…

 

Getting Vulgar

Slut Walk

Slut Walk (Photo credit: wdroops)

A long while back, when LSAM was just adding a little kink to a marriage, I wrote about ways to talk dirty. Well, it’s time to take it a step further. Screw dirty, it’s time to get raunchy.

There are all sorts of levels to talking dirty. There’s the basics, and I recommend any newbie start there. You’ve got to test the water before you jump in. And then you’ve got the demanding orders, the humiliation, the vulgar nastiness you would never say in the light of day.

Me, personally, I like it all.

I like it when he calls me names. Whether it’s “toy” whispered in my ear moments before his teeth graze my skin or “dirty slut” as he fucks me from behind, I respond. My nipples tighten, my pulse races, my pussy drips. Because no matter what he calls me, he’s claiming me as his. He’s naming me.

And to me, it’s not degrading. Most of the time whatever he says is true. I am his little cum slut. When he’s playing with me, I’d do anything for him to make me cum. I am a slut, His slut. I’ll fuck him any way, any where. I’d let him do whatever he wants, whatever he asks.

I like it when he demands things of me, orders me, takes away my option to say no. Tells me what he wants and expects it in return. “On your knees.” “Now.” “Show me.” Any time he directs me, my breath catches and my chest tightens around it.

Not only do his words arouse me, but his willingness to take control, to command is erotic, it’s makes him even sexier, even hotter, even bigger. Much, much bigger.

I like it when he objectifies  me, says things that are humiliating. He takes away my shell with his words, the personas that I carry day after day. He sees me for what I am and tells me, lets me know it turns him on, makes him want me. “Dirty girl wants to cum.” “Gag on it.” “Squeeze that cock with your dirty cunt.”

He allows me to be raw. Real. Me, at the very basic. Nothing but skin and bone and desire and want. Primal. He reaches inside my mind and pulls out those things I am ashamed to want, ashamed to crave. And he gives them to me without judgement, without fear, without hesitation.

This allows me to grow. In ways I never thought possible. It allows me to know myself and him deeper than imagined. For these reasons, and so many more, I will always be his toy, his slut, his to command.

*Thank you Sir*Always*

A Sneak Peek… A bit of erotica

So today I finally did it. I’ve caught up with where I’m supposed to be with my novel for nanowrimo, at a whopping 23,338 words. And to celebrate, I thought I’d share a little piece of it. This is the last scene I wrote, taking me to the threshold I’ve been trying to meet, with a lovely five words to spare.

Ironically, the novel is not meant to be erotica, but cum on, no matter how hard I try, there are some raunchy sex scenes in it. 

Please excuse the typos, misspellings, bad grammar and missed punctuation. I quickly read over this, just to catch the big mistakes, but bare with me! One of the rules of nanowrimo is no editing until it’s done. I put out nearly 5,000 words today, so the quality is not that great. Consider this a rough draft… Really rough draft! Love ya all, and I hope you enjoy this sneak peek. *hug and kisses*

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She looks at him like he’s stupid for not understanding her. “I said I wanted to fuck. I didn’t say I wanted to kiss.”

                Will’s face turns red and his words are heated. “So that’s how you want it?”

                “Yes.” She says, snide sarcasm oozing from her mannerism and words.

                In two strides, Will reaches her from across the room. Before she even knows what’s going on, he spins her around by her shoulder, and pulls her back against his chest, crushing her to him. One arm wraps tight around her, gripping the opposite shoulder, while the other wraps around her stomach, pushing her back against him, hard, making sure she can feel his erection through his jeans, pressing against her ass. He moves one leg between hers, kicking her feet further apart as he whispers into her ear, “You want fucked do you?”

                Tess’s heart is racing and her breath is coming out in gasps. “Yes,” is all she says, afraid to say anymore, as she already feels the tears forming in her eyes, at the same moment she feels her panties start to get wet from her juices.

                The hand around her stomach drops to the snap on her jeans, and he pulls on it until it snaps apart, while the other hand continues to hold her tight against him. He can feel her heart racing, but doesn’t think about it, doesn’t think about anything but burying his cock into her wet cunt.

                He quickly lets her go and pulls her jeans down to her knees, with her legs spread they won’t fall any further. He puts a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades and pushes her down, rough, not caring if this is what she wants. This is what she asked for.

                He reaches his other hand between her legs, and finds her soaked pussy ready and waiting for him, and he growls in response, shoving two of his thick fingers deep inside her with no warning. Her body’s reaction is instantaneous, as her walls clamp down on his fingers, spasming, and cum drips down over his hand and onto her legs.

                He unbuttons his own jeans, but doesn’t bother even pushing them down; he simply unzips as far as he can and pulls his cock out, already rock hard and dripping pre-cum. Tess starts to move, and he pushes her back down without saying a word. He moves forward, cock in hand, and again reaches between her legs, but this time, he doesn’t penetrate her. Instead, he covers his fingers in her juices, smearing them around the whole of her sex. She moans, as even the touch of his fingers on her cause jolts of pleasure to course through her body.

                Will removes his hand from her pussy, and spreads her juices over the head of his cock as he steps between her legs, and thrusts into her. Within two strokes, he’s buried deep and begins fucking her fast and hard. With each thrust, his balls hit Tess’s round ass, making a slap, slap, slap sound, but Will continues, going as deep as he can, grinding his groin into her cunt when he’s fully impelled in her. He grabs her hips in both hands, holding her in place since the strength of his thrusts cause her body to move in response.

                She begins to cum, but Will pays no notice, not caring about her orgasm, as he continues to pound into her. Tess’s pussy spasms around his erection, squeezing and milking him, her velvety walls slick against the skin of his cock. She cries out, grabbing a hold of the chair’s arm rest, her nails clawing at the fabric. Will feels her cum seep out around his cock and his balls start to tighten. He strengthens his thrusts, fucking her even harder, her full weight now on the chair as his thrusting won’t allow her to remain on her feet.  His fingers dig into her hips, and for a brief moment he worries that there may be bruises there in the morning.

                With his hands, he starts moving Tess’s hips against him, making her pussy meet him half way with every thrust. The force of their fucking causes the juices between them to splash on to his hips and hands, making sloppy noises from wet skin hitting wet skin, but he ignores it, grunting as his cock begins to pulsate.

                Letting go of Tess’s hip with one hand, Will reaches up and grabs a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back hard, making her back arch to an almost impossible angle. She cunt starts spasming around his again and he pulls harder. “You want fucked, huh? Is this what you wanted?”

                Her body racked with her cumming, she gasps, mumbling incoherent words.

                He looses his grip just a bit, only to pull her right back where she was, tight against him as he pounds into her. “Answer me Tess. Is this what you wanted?”

                She lets out a sob, body still trembling from the force of orgasm. “Yes,” she manages to say between gasps of air, her voice husky.

                Hearing her say it, Will releases her hair, and pushes her chest back down against the chair, hand on her back, as he plunges himself deep enough inside her that he can feel her cervix. He pulls out, only to thrust in harder. He does it again, and this time lifts his leg to the arm rest, giving him an even deeper angle. His pace increases, and he pushes her harder against the chair.

                “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tess mumbles into the fabric, her head face down, lost in her own climax just as Will begins to cum. Three more deep thrusts, and his pace begins to slow, the movement of his cock in her becoming shallow, until he finally stills. Tess’s body continues to jerk around him, as tremors of pleasure still flood her body. Will realizes that he is still gripping her hip tight in his left hand, and he releases her at the same moment he withdraws his cock from her wet pussy.

                He steps back from her, and puts his cock back in his boxer briefs, not even bothering to clean himself off. He buttons and zips his jeans, turns, and walks out of the room without saying a word.

Thoughts on Girl-Girl Sex…

 

English: Lesbian show in Granada (Spain).

English: Lesbian show in Granada (Spain). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So, I just started reading this new piece of erotica, where the primary relationship is girl/girl. And it got me thinking about how different it is to be with a girl than a guy. It’s been years, a lot of years, since I’ve been with a girl, but in reading this, flashbacks of warm soft skin, musky scents, and all night love-making are vivid in my mind.

And it’s funny as I write this that I call it love-making. I never refer to sex as making love. But with a girl, two soft bodies pressed together, that’s what it is, making love.

Anyway, it’s so different from being with a guy. And don’t get me wrong. I love men. I love cock. I love a man’s chest and his hands. The hardness of his body. And I love fucking. But with a woman, it’s different.

It’s curves and soft velvet. It’s kisses and lingering touches. It’s lips and hands and tongues. It’s slow and long and sometimes seemingly everlasting. Orgasms come and go, the ebb and flow of the waves on a shore.

With a woman, there is no beginning and no end. It fades in and it fades out. You can make love for hours and fall asleep with your bodies pressed together, only to wake up and do it all over again. And again.

Mmm… Memories of scents on my fingers, my fingers surrounded in warm, wet heat. My tongue on soft folds, The taste of salt, sweat, and woman dripping from my chin.

With a woman, the give and take is endless. It does not have to end with an orgasm, or even five. It is exhaustion that leads to slumber, curling around each other, not the orgasm’s toll on your body that deems the end of the night.

Truly it is not comparable to being with a man. It is just too different. It is not better than the other, nor does it satisfy better. It is simply different.

I don’t know. this is just my experience, hazy by the fog of memories of long ago…

Is Oral Sex, Sex?

Drawing by Francesco Hayez. Español: Dibujo de...

Drawing by Francesco Hayez. Español: Dibujo de Francesco Hayez. 한국어: 남녀가 커닐링구스 또는 구강성교를 구사하고 있다. 프란체스코 아예스의 그림. Nederlands: Facesitting. Polski: Francesco Hayez, rysunek. Русский: Картина Франческо Хайеса. తెలుగు: Cunnilingus, or oral sex performed on a woman. Drawing by Francesco Hayez. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, so I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I’ve been broading over this, because I haven’t.  What I have been doing is proofreading and writing and reading and all sorts of stuff and now, I’m procrastinating.  I’m really good at it.  A pro, truly.  And what better way to procrastinate, then to communicate with you all, my fellow pervs.

Anyway, I stumbled upon this article (bullshit, it was saved in a folder in my email, for situations just like this, when I’ve got shit to do, but don’t want to do it) about teens and what they consider sex.  Apparently, according to these researchers, teens will suck and blow, as well as have anal sex, and still consider themselves virgins.  “Oral sex has become common place,” the author says.

Well, duh!  I am no longer a teen *sigh* and in the 16 years since I was 15, I don’t think a whole lot has changed on this arena.  Oral sex wasn’t that big of a deal to teens back then, and it isn’t that big of deal to them now.  I remember a specific event, when I’d accidentally led a guy on, and felt that I should fuck him, even though I didn’t want to.  So, what did 15 year old LSAM do?  I took him to the locker room and dropped on my knees.  And it’s not necessarily that I didn’t care or I didn’t respect myself…  It’s just easier to suck a cock then to fuck a guy sometimes.

But, that, my dears, is not the point.  The point is what is sex?  According to Google, sexual intercourse is “Sexual contact between individuals involving penetration, esp. the insertion of a man’s erect penis into a woman’s vagina.”  Hmm…  sexual contact involving penetration.  Does that mean finger fucking is sex?  What about playing with toys?  Is it sex if M shoves a dildo in my pussy?  What about in my ass?  What if I’m pegging him?  The questions can, obviously, go on and on.

To me, sex is sex.  It’s not about love or even necessarily intimacy.  I’ve had some really good fucking sex with very little intimacy involved.  It’s about the mutual desire to get off and enjoy each others’ bodies.  It’s about orgasms and cum and falling down, exhausted on to the bed.  To me, there is no difference, no clear-cut difference anyway, between sex and fucking.

Now, don’t get me wrong, there are different levels.  Fuck, there are differently levels of everything.  Sex with a complete stranger is going  to be a whole lot different from sex with M.  But sex can and does happen all the time without any of that emotional mumbo-jumbo.  And it can still be just as good.

Fuck, I’m rambling.  Get back on track LSAM (see why I’m procrastinating, I can’t fucking focus)!  Do I consider oral sex, sex?  What about anal?  Yes and yes.  If it’s about getting off (even if it’s about getting someone else off), and it involves some sort of penetration from one person to another, then it is fucking sex.  Get over it.  Hell, one of my dear friends, Gillian at BDP, has a scene in one of her books where there isn’t even penetration, but fuck, it is definitely sex (and I’m too lazy to get up and get my Nook to see which book it was, but I’m thinking it was Breaking Through, but, Gill, babe, correct me if I’m wrong).

As far as girls still thinking they’re virgins because they are only blowing guys and getting fucked in the ass…  Well, virginity is overrated anyway.  Who really gives a flying fuck?  And if she is dumb enough, or perhaps her thinking is distorted enough, that she can honestly say she went to her wedding bed as a virgin, even though 2o guys have shot their load up her ass, well, her husband is going to have a lot more to worry about than a few red dots on the sheets…

*hugs and kisses* y’all, and thanks for listening to me rant…

9 Weeks: Week 5

Ok…  So it’s been awhile since an update with the 9 weeks thing.  I think I’m bored with it.  I don’t

Fellatio

Fellatio (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

know.  But, as I started it, I figure I best finish it…  Maybe it’ll end up smoking hot, with sex that leaves me hanging, exhausted from the ceiling.  Well, let’s hope anyway!  Week 5 of 9 Weeks to Better Sex is called “Sex is more than…”  Let’s just jump right in…

Erotic Education

  • Sex Without Intercourse:  Basically discusses that when most people say “sex,” they are discussing cock in cunt (which, btw, is one of my new favorite expressions.  Be prepared to see it often), penetrative, vaginal sex.  To me, sex is so much more.  Sex is sharing an orgasm, touching feeling, tasting.  Oral sex can be sex, but it doesn’t have to be.  Sometimes it’s just fucking.  Sometimes it’s just one way.  Anal sex is typically sex.  Mutual masturbation can be sex, especially when it’s all sweaty and touchy and sticky.  That’s when it’s my favorite!
  • Also had articles on sex toys, oral sex, and anal play.  Pretty basic stuff, how tos, and what nots, etc…
  • And fuck, they had this oral sex quiz, and I only got a 62%!  What the fuck!  But it wasn’t about the how to, more about random information.  Like, did you know that only 2-3 men out of 1000 can give themselves head?  I didn’t.  I guessed 2-3 out of 100…  I guess you’ve got to be pretty flexible and have quite a big cock to do it yourself, maybe I’m giving you guys out there more credit than you deserve!!

Getting Your Hands Dirty

  • Sexual Touch:  A fun little adventure, where you touch your partner all over, but without sex as the goal…  Although, put a naked man under my hands for an hour, with a little bit of lotion and, let me tell you, there is going to be one hell of an orgasm by the time it’s said and done.  But it was interesting.  Taking the time to touch your partner, slowly, watching for their responses, finding new, hidden erogenous zones… Definitely worth the time to play.
  • And then, this week as well were a couple more how to guides.  There is how to use sex toys, how to talk dirty, and how to have anal sex…  All there guides kind of relate back to the above mentioned articles as well.  Maybe they were bored during week 5 as well.  Who knows.  And while they presented decent reads, I didn’t learn a damn thing.  As a matter of fact, I think these posts are more interesting, if I do say so myself:  Talk Dirty and A Quick Rant on Anal.

And what’s to cum…  Week 6 looks exciting (but will probably take me another fucking month to get to, because M’s a little squeamish about fucking at my dad’s place.  I tried to explain that I’d done it there for years, but that only added to the difficulties of getting laid!).  Role plays, anal play on your man, a bit about Tantric sex…  Maybe that hanging from the ceiling sex will be coming my way soon!  Peace out ya’all.

And the song of the day…  Not my favorite LoA song, but it’ll do…

Lords of Acid