Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Sugasm #143

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #144? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Anti-Porn Protest Gets Weird
“People get very excited about their causes and lack the sense to see if the information backs them up. ”

The Come Shot
“You don’t see their bodies going blotchily red and hear them howling like a banshee.”

Third Time’s a Charm
“If I lift my kilt on Bourbon Street I’m much more likely to get arrested than if Elizabeth takes off her top.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
In My Office

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The game is afoot!!
I Look Good Naked
It is a Journey that Defies Labels
My Doppelgänger Wrote About Me!
My First Peeping Tom
Perfect vs Good
Why I hate threesomes
You Say Po-tay-to, I Say Po-tah-to

Sex & Politics
Musings on Masculinity: Gabe
Prostitution: To Legalize Or Not?

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Blonde whore sex video with blowjob
Cam Lover is addicted to CamWithHer clips
Femdom Mz Berlin Double Fists Audrey Hollander’s Ass In Lesbian Bondage Scene On Chanta’s Bitches
First post, first HNT!
Fuck me like your bitch boy (pic)
Girls and computers
Half-Nekkid with a New Toy
Jodie Marsh in Hot Party Dress Spilling Out her Boobs
Ms. Elle with Lash
Phone Sex Grandma
Satine Phoenix Forced To Cum On Fucking Machines
Tits for Troops
Where are the women?
X Marks The Spot

Sex Advice
Study The Master: How to Flirt, The Dean Martin Way
Thai green curry is the way to a spicy sex life

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
20 Questions With Tina Tyler
Andrew Blake Thinks He’s Stan Brakhage
Interview with John of Leather Thorn Paddles
Perpetuating Stupid Stereotypes
Review: The Clover Plug
Sextoy Review! The GIGI “Pleasure Object” by LELO
Win A Vollers Corset From Mio Destino Lingerie

Erotic Writing and Experiences
After tapas
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 3
Can you keep quiet?
Contrast (a love song)
Fiction: Hipster Girl
Hard times, hard-ons, hookers, & strippers
I need to fuck Amanda.
A Little Tingle
Mister McIntyre’s Secret - Part One
Mrs. Kink Gets Kinky Email From D
No reservations. part 6
“Once there was a boy and he was beautiful… “
One Track Mind
She danced into my fairytale-Part Three
She Kissed Me
Slut in the park
Try not to scream…
View From The Balcony

Sex Humor
Taking the Piss Out of the Internet, One Golden Shower at a Time

BDSM & Fetish
Amber’s Wedding Day Confession (Part Three/Continued)
Catalina loves FetLife
Famed Dom Sgt. Major Brings His Slutty Friends To Backdoor Bondage
Fine Art 101
The locks are broken
A Master And Femdom Cane A Slut Who Kneels On Frozen Peas, While In Bondage
Prelude in E (for Embarrassment)
r’s naughty thoughts on a scene with his Mistress and Ms. Nikki Nefarious
Strap On Play Is Not Just A Fetish, It’s Fun!
Sub night
The Tea Party
A virgin does Thunder, part II
Weekend, part two: dancing
A Wicked Tease

Note: I’m taking a week off. The deadline for the next Sugasm will be August 14th. Sugasm #144 will be published August 18th. Thanks, Vixen

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Can you keep quiet?

I followed him through the dimly lit house. The sun hadn't completly gone down yet. Summer days were still long. And warm.

I was happy when we exited to the backyard. The cooler evening air caressed my skin. Which was more exposed than covered; in a super short skirt, a halter top that tied around the neck making the back nearly unnecessary, and barely there at all.

There is a pile of blankets on the lawn. Not a jumbled pile. They are laid out ontop of each other, a thin mattress. I stop short beside the pile, looking at the man beside me. My eyes telegram the "What's going on?" question to him.

He shrugs with a lazy grin.

I turn a full circle around the yard. It's dim. But I can hear voices, not for the neighbours, but neighbours of neighbours. My voice is high pitched. "Out here?"

He pulls me down to sit on the blankets. Suddenly relaxed, I lay back and look at the sky turning for day to dark, the magical time of dusk. A darkening purple hue paints the view above me, as the first stars twinkle out some light.

I sigh, feeling happy and contented with the day. And he starts pulling up my skirt.

My body tenses. Not that I mean to. It's just a natural reaction to the threat of exposure. Although we have privacy. No one is watching, no one is listening. But they could be. My hands try to push his away and then we both still.

He leans over me, his eyes boring into mine. Staring me down. "Here's the deal," he says, his gaze steady. My hands are shaking.

He clears his throat. His eyes still hold mine, and I grab onto the look, like I would a lifeline, letting him ease my anxieties. "No one will know what we are doing out here if you can be quiet."

"And if I can't?"

His eyes turn from serious to amusment. "That's part of the fun isn't it?"

He grabs my wrists in one hand, so I can no longer hinder him, and he pulls my skirt up. With one hand he removes my panties.

I lay there. Thinking about this idea. Fuck, it's making me wet. I can feel it between my legs, I want to rub them together. But he's holding me open.

The cool air rushes in between my thighs. Soothing the heat there.

"My goal here is to make you scream," he says, letting go of my hands. Instead of pushing him away, I put my hands on his head, letting his soft hair slip through my fingers.

And then, gloriously, he is kissing me. Kissing the most feminine part of my body. His lips are hotter, somehow, than my pussy lips. Softer, sweeter.

I let out a soft sigh. Then clamp my lips together, remembering where I am, that I must be quiet.

And then his tongue threatens to send me up in flames. My whole body is tense as he licks at the center of my being.

Slowly, by each flick of his tongue, then his fingers pushing into my body. A welcome intrusion. My hips lift and thrust. He pushes me down.

I can't stay still. I am coming undone. My breathing is shallow. Rapid and hitched. As I try to get closer.

It's like a burst of light behind my eyes when I come. I am aware that I am voicing my pleasure. Not shouting or screaming, but I am not quiet when I come. I try to stop, but his tongue and fingers are pushing me forward, onward, stretching out the pleasure snapping in my pussy, shooting out into my body.

It goes on and on, like those sparklers are inside my body. I become aware that he is longer touching me, and the snapping nerves slow. And then they stop all together.

My breathing is still shallow, as he grins at me, the white teeth glowing in the near dark. "I think you lost," the shadow of his body says, seeming ethereal, disembodied.

"Pretty sure someone heard that one. But, it was worth it."

He laughs, his body falling over mine, pushing me back onto the blanket, his lips falling over mine. We laugh together.
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Friday, July 04, 2008

First draft

My first draft of my first real novel is done. I finished sometime yesterday. 72,000+ words. I'm not turning that computer on to find out the total count.

I feel accomplished. Like I'm that much closer to a dream.

I'm starting to plan the second draft. Then I might share, then again maybe a third draft is a better point at which to share. I have hated editing in the past, but one night (during sex no less) it hit me what was wrong with my novel.

Wish me luck on that venture. I'm going on vacation this weekend for a week. And it's been too hot for sex here anyway.(mostly) I can't even seem to find a good fantasy.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Thinking of You (Overheated Edition)

It's so damn hot that my hair is merely damp after my shower. My body draped over my bed- limbs falling off the edges- like a discarded towel. Face down, I cradle my head against my arms. The fan moves the heavy air, now cool, now caressing my skin. Blowing my thoughts from the long day.

I let myself drift.

Thinking of you ...

My hand slips between my body and the quilt. Sliding down between my open thighs, where the humidity seems to have gathered.

My fingers mush my pussy lips together. Pushing hard together, putting out from my body.

Thinking of your tongue, hands, lips ...

Rubbing my palm, flat against the soft mound. Slow circles. Fast circles. I am slowly crazed just by the thought, by desire.

Thinking of your breath, your voice, your body heavy over mine ...

My fingers slid into the shallow, slick folds. Tracing the treasure within. Spreading the wet desire. My breath comes out in gasps. My hips lift, meeting my imagination.

Thinking of you hard inside, slipping, sliding, taking, giving ...

I let my slick fingers meet the hard nub of my clit. Swirling around, teasing myself. Dipping into the seemingly endless well of desire.

Thinking of you exploding, taking me higher, so close now ...

One finger. Two. It's not the same. I thrust them in anyway. Pushing, pulling my clit. Pushing my body right over the brink. I think I may have screamed. The release, the frustration of not quite enough.

Thinking of you ... here alone, by myself. I close my eyes and pretend to curl with you. Sharing the sweet afterglow.

Thinking of you I can count the hours until I see you again ...

Tuesday, June 03, 2008


As usual, this is part of something longer. Or will be once I finish the "novel" I'm currently working on. But that could be sometime in the future. There is a larger relationship between the characters obviously, but I'm not going to tell you what it is.

He could hear her moans and the bed squeaking before he saw anything. She obviously thought he'd left the house. That she was alone. He crept toward the bedroom, preying the floor wouldn't give him away.

Leaning against the door frame he got an eyeful. She was face down on the bed, ass in the air, with her fingers buried in her cunt. Her entire body moved as she thrust them in and out causing the bed to squeak slightly.

He pulled in his gut to hold back the moan threatening to escape. His eyes glued on her fingers working in and out of her body. He felt all the blood in his body being pumped into his cock, which strained against his jeans.

"Don't stop on my account," he said hoarsely.

She shrieked and yanked her fingers out, turning to glare at him. "For fuck's sake. What the fuck are you doing? Spying on me?"

He looked over her half naked body. In for a penny and all that, he thought, stepping forward. He pressed a hand to her knee and spread them. She relaxed back onto the pillows and gave him liberties. He brushed his knuckles into the damp curls between her legs. Her soft mound was wet as well. "Must have been some fantasy," he said, probing the swollen folds with a finger.

She sighed and seemed to relax further. She gasped when he dragged it over her clit. He rubbed roughly, spurred by her reactions and his now rampant lust. As quickly as he started, he stopped rubbing and thrust two fingers into her. She was flooding around him. He pulled his fingers out and looked into her eyes, while he sucked one off. He knelt onto the bed and offered her the other one. She obligingly sucked.

His cock was beginning to ache from the restraint of his jeans. He shucked them quickly, dropping them on the floor. When he stood up she had pulled her knees up, tense once more. He looked at her, she hadn't said no, she would if she wanted him to stop. She was in need of a little more assurance that it was safe.

He moved to the end of the bed and pressed his hands to her knees. "No more than what you want," he said, looking at her. He bent his head and kissed the soft skin of her knees. She relaxed and let him spread her legs. He kissed the inside of her knee and then up her thigh. She jumped when his tongue touched the soft skin juncture between her thighs. Her breath hissed out as he licked her in slow long laps.

She went soft and hot as he licked. He lifted his head only when her thighs began shaking. Her whimpers had turned to loud moans of approval. She gave a cry of protest when she registered his withdrawal. She reached down and grabbed his head. "Fuck me," she said, in a hoarse voice.

He eased himself off the bed and removed his shirt and his boxers, letting them fall to the floor with his jeans. "Tell me what you were fantasizing about," he countered. His cock hardened in protest. He nearly looked down. It was a gamble, but he hoped she wanted it as much as he did.

She avoided his gaze. She let go of his head and moved back. She shook her head.

He pressed a finger into her clit and rubbed a small circle. "Come on baby, let me in. I wanna know what goes on in your mind when you're getting down and dirty with yourself."

"You all right. This exact situation. Well, not exact, since in my fantasy you weren't a complete ass about the whole thing and spying on me. But you, all right. Please just finish me."

He felt his heart flip in his chest as he moved his body over her. He kissed her deeply, finally. Between them he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. She kissed him back just as heatedly, just as if she had been waiting and wanting like he had. He wanted to ask if she was sure, but it was too late, her body was hugging him, pulling him.

"That feels better than I imagined," she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusting. He slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit with one finger, round in circles, as he thrust into her harder. She was still murmuring, which was going to cause him to shot off before she'd been satisfied.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she bit his neck, "Nnmhnh," she said.

He stroked the side of her breast, stopping his movements. "Shh, sweetheart. Relax, let me take care of you."

Her fingers and teeth released and she stroked his skin instead. "I never dreamed it could be this good. I never thought it would be with you," she said.

He lifted himself and sank into her again and again, rubbing her clit. "I want to feel your orgasm. I want to make you come for me."

He didn't know if it was his words, or the press of his fingers on her clit, or his cock entering and leaving her body, but she climaxed. Her body hugged his tighter, she lifted her body up to his, holding him tight, and she shouted her appreciation for the moment. It left him mindless, to her chatter, to her shuddering aftershocks. He took her hard then, driving into her, driving toward his own climax.

He felt her come again, quieter this time. And then, he found his own peak, deep inside her. He thrust weakly a few more times, extending the feeling of fireworks inside his entire body. Then he let his weight ease onto her. She held him tight, kissing his shoulders, neck, face, and talking. He couldn't hear any of the words.

"I'm sorry I spied," he said, roughly, as he recovered and moved away from her. "I just heard and I couldn't help it."

She didn't reply. She rolled away from him so she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He stood up and moved around the bed. He cleared his throat and continued. "Your ass in the air, fingers buried in you, that one will be in my fantasies for a long time." He stood in front of her and she looked up at him, her face flushed.

"We - that-"

He pressed his fingers to her lips. "Don't worry. I know. I have to get going. I forgot a paper and had to come back. We'll talk later."

He dressed quickly as did she without saying a word.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Sugasm #130

It's been a while since I submitted to Sugasm. <3 you guys.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #131? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Gross Spelling Errors Turn Me Off
“Here are a few other word issues that come up in sex writing that throw me off and drive me crazy.”

“I want time to sip my whisky, to drink you in as you unveil yourself, as you offer your body to my steady gaze.”

Learning My Limits (Part 1)
“It hurts. It’s gorgeous. ”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
24-Months of AVN Online, $0

Editor’s Choice
The Few, The Proud, The Pornless

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

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BDSM & Fetish
Catching Up on the Back Story
Cut to the chaste
A date with Lumpo
Damaged Lovers
Desire beyond reason but within bounds
Follow My Rules-Part 1
His Slut
It’s just a through and through
Messy Kitchen Figging and Thrashing Video
On fire
Points of Order
The Promise
What a way to start the day!

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Leave It to Beaver
Masturbation Month Is Here!
New At Nuts4chic - Pick Up Lines That Make You Groan
New Jimi Hendrix SEX Tape out Now!!
Rascal Wear Leather Wrist And Ankle Cuffs Review
Sex Toy Review of The Rude Boy For Babeland

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Audrey Bitoni and Angela
Bedroom Radio #14 “Sex 2.0 and Spanking”
Half-Nekkid on Silky Pillow Cases
Half-Nekkid Thursday: Flashing the Neighbors
Pictures ( a bed & 2 guys!)
Sasha Grey (Goddess)
Scarlett Johansson - Fucking Hot Babe in Red

Sex Advice
Putting the “Play” Back into Playing with Yourself
Strap-Ons 101

Erotic Writing and Experiences
I want….
A Perfect Ten
Possibly the best, so far
Tease and Denial are NOT Reciprocal
Under My Thumb

Sex Work
Reality Check: Asshole Clients

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Am I or Aren’t I?
Green eyed monster
The Inevitable

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Part 3

Part One
Part Two

There was another pause. Slave mulled that the man was trying to break her mind.

She didn't have time to linger on this idea as a leather paddle tapped her exposed pussy lightly. IT was rubbed on her thigh. Lila said, "Say it Slave. Tell him what he wants to hear."

Let me go. Take off my blindfold. Give me back to Master. "I want you to paddle my pussy. My bare open pussy."

She was rewarded for the answer with a few quick slaps between her legs. She felt her skin start to hum. "Beg," Lila said. "Tell him why."

Slave took a deep breath. "I'm a pain slut. I want to please you. I want to show how good I am for you. Please, please, please, Sir," was that too many pleases, "Sir, I desire that pain. I want you to whip me til I beg for mercy."

He spread her pussy lips exposing her clit. The flat paddle came down hard. Slave cried out, her body jerking under the strain.

A few slaps, light taps, as if he were thinking. "Lila, skirt off. Slave is going to please us both."

Lila's legs were pressed into the bed on either side of Slave's head. Her pussy was nearly dripping on Slave, who could smell it. "We'll go until you bring dear Lila to orgasm."

Slave licked at Lila tentatively at first. The paddle slapped repeatedly building in intensity. Like a horse being whipped, the sensation spurred Slave on. She frantically lapped at Lila's clit. Slave wrapped her arms around Lila's legs, pulling her close.

Slave's screams were muffled and short. Determined to bring Lila to orgasm quickly. The paddling stopped momentarily. It was replaced with the gloved hand. Her pussy was again spread open. It was like an electric shock going through her body when he slapped her. She shook and jerked and whimpered and moaned. After the shock passed, she renewed her efforts on Lila.

He spanked her open pussy until she could nothing but scream. He let it fall closed, but continued spanking. With his free hand he stroked a finger into her dripping hole.

Lila's moans grew louder. Slave sucked, drinking up the juices. Suddenly, Lila gave a familiar shout as her body shook with orgasm. Lila's body slipped to the side. Sir kept thrusting a finger into her slick folds. The glove felt like invasion, but still it drove her wild. She lifted her hips in offering, spreading her thighs further.

She burst when he kept stroking slowly. "Please, Sir. Make me come. Fuck me. Take me. I really need to come. I want to come on your cock. Pound me." Her head fell to the side as her words floated away from her.

His finger removed. "You said you would beg me to stop whipping you."

She didn't counter with her own words, instead biting her bottom lip. She nodded. He slapped her with his bare palm- one, two, three. Then he pressed his finger against her clit, twisting. And then back to the slapping. Her body was pushed to the edge quickly, if he continued she was going to come. And she cried out, "Please stop. I'm going to come. And I can't take the pain anymore. It's just- oh god," she whimpered, her body tense and she was nearly sobbing.

There was light murmuring and then rustling clothes. And then his weight on the bed braced over her, his body barely brushing hers. His hand was between them, guiding his cock into her waiting pussy. He thrust into her, slowly, as her body hugged him, muscles tensing around him pulling him deeper.

He thrust in and out, hard and fast. as per her begging. She kept murmuring encouragement to him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

And then there was an explosion of color behind her eyes as she came. Her legs wrapped wantonly around him. All the stings were soothed, all the pain was vindicated as she came. And she was nearly oblivious to her blindfold, his weight and his cock still pounding into her. She felt at peace for a moment.

And then above her, he groaned and shuddered. His body tense as he came inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he fell on top of her.

He rolled away quickly, his groans reaching her ears. She perked. He sounded like, but it couldn't be, his voice. His feel, his demeanor. She put her hands up and rubbed at her blindfold.

"Now?" Lila asked.

"Yes," came the reply, resigned, tense, anxious.

His weight left the bed. "Sit up," Lila said, tense. Slave sat up quickly, as Lila undid the knots at the back of the blindfold.

The light in the room was low, mainly candles and Slave winced, acclimating to it all. As if waking up from sleep she stretched, and realized she was naked and still wearing heels. She looked around the room, to lay eyes on the stranger or not, the man, who had stretched her limits.

That rat bastard, she thought. Master grinned at her, from where he was sitting in his chair. "You made me proud Slave. I enjoyed watching you react to a stranger just the way I'd trained you." He watched her as she stared at him, disbelievingly. "Nothing to say?" he asked, finally.

She shook her head. "You didn't' sound like you, really." She reached down and took of her shoes. She stood and walked to him, as if not believing he was real. "I don't know what to think."

He pulled her into his lap. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I don't know."

Friday, April 04, 2008

Part 2

Slave stretched out on the wide, familiar bed. The sheets were fresh, she'd changed them earlier in the day.

Hands fell on her body, arranging her. She focused on her breathing. Her legs spread, arms tucked to her sides. Voices murmured, quieter than her own breaking, quieter than the sting of her skin.

Silence assaulted her again. No new sensations touched her skin. She held still, against all desire to grope for what was coming to her next. Her body was tense and she forced herself to breath slowly, lest panic take her over.

The soft feel of the many tails of a flogger brushed her breasts, down her stomach and between her open legs. She tenses and twitched as the tails caressed her skin softly. She knew the bite they could wield all too well. And she wasn't sure it was welcome.

The biting blows didn't fall between her legs as she almost suspected. He snapped two strikes quickly, one on each breast. Slave clenched her teeth, her breathe coming like a whimper of pain.

She felt his breath on her face. "You will remain still. Do you understand?"

She nodded, the biting question came again, "Do you understand?" His gloved hand squeezed her breast tightly. "Yes," she squeaked, her back arching slightly. "Yes sir. Remain still."

"Good girl," he murmured, before kissing her swiftly. He bit her bottom lip and then pulled away.

There was a small pause. Slave felt confused for a moment. And then the flogger came down on her again and again, until she was shuddering with the need to move from the pain.

"You have incredible stamina," the hoarse voice said. "You have one minute reprise."

Slave moaned as she stroked her breasts with her hands, trying to soothe her skin. She imagined the lines of red that graced her body. He had the control of her Master. Not one stroke was misplaced on her body. "Are you tired?" he asked, softly.

She shook her head. "Stretched thin. But fine. Not tired."

"All right. A real pain slut, is it?"

"Yes, Sir." Slave strained for sensory input. She longed to beg for the removal of her blindfold. But, that could gain more deprivation. Or punishment.

Slave lay panting. Her ass still stinging vaguely, a mere annoyance in comparison to the pain of her red striped breasts. Not just the sting, but her arousal. Her body was taut, like a string pulled so tight it would break with the slightest touch.

There was a way to find release. But, she shuddered at the thought. She would not beg for release from this- HIM. It was unthinkable.

She jumped as she felt the velvety end of the whip press against her clit. She whimpered as he rubbed it against her. Her body arched up to meet his torture.

And just as suddenly, the pleasure was removed and he slapped her across the cheek. Slave felt the surprise register in the back of her mind, as she absently rubbed her face. But she was more upset that her chance for orgasm had been lost. "I told you would beg for pleasure," he reminded her.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Found Out

"What were you doing today?" You're standing at the bathroom door, leaning against the door jam, as I lounge in the tub.

I frown, trying to recall. You pull a hand from behind your back, holding my back massager. My face heats and I groan. "Well ..." There are no excuses, and I don't mean to make any, but inexplicably I am embarrassed.

"Come on. Up." A request, a demand. Your face is unreadable as you cross the small room, and take my arm to help me up. You drape a towel over my shoulders then take my arm, pulling me behind you.

Without a word you seat me, dripping and naked, in the computer chair. The massager is plugged in again. "Were you reading or writing?" A small smile is on your face. I don't know if it's concerning or not.

"Reading." Despite the cool air caressing my damp skin, I feel feverish. Embarrassed, aroused, anxious. My mind is also desperately trying to read your face, to figure out what you mean to do.

The towel drags over my skin as you pull it from my shoulders. Your fingers are warm coming under the rounds of my breasts, twirling and pinching each hardened nipple. I rub my legs together, stroking the fever. "Oh no." You lay the vibrator across my lap. "I want to know what you were reading, pet."

My hand trembles as I reach for the mouse. Your fingers playing my breasts in a steady rhythm. I want to fall into it, like a favorite piece of music. I'm distracted from my task. I shake my head, the damp ends of my hair brushing my skin, making me shiver.

I focus on the screen, force my mouse to bring up the web site I was at earlier, when I used the vibrator between my legs.

"There, this." I gesture to the screen.

"Put it between your legs." There is no mistaking the 'it'. Your voice is a low rumble in my ear, I know you are aroused even more than me.

I shove the towel between my legs to act as a buffer. Then I press the vibe turned to low on my covered pussy. The buzz fills the silence between our mingled panting.

"Read. Out loud. Tell me what part aroused you the most."

This part, I think. I bring my softened gaze to the screen, forcing my gaze to focus. I start reading slowly. My legs tense and relax, pressing the vibration tight then backing off, prolonging the pleasure. You stand behind me, still playing with my nipples in random tugs, pinches and rolls.

It doesn't take long for me to end up breathless. I wish I had masturbated to audio today. Then I could lay back and listen, it's difficult to concentrate when my body is trying to override everything else going on, just for a moan.

I recover from it, my focus back on the words. "And then, this part was really hot. I think I came here."

Your hand snakes down, grabbing the vibe from my hands and pressing it tight to my terry clothed pussy. I continue reading, but it all sends me over the edge.

My hips thrust upward, as my body explodes into orgasm. My body convulses and twists uncontrollably, trying to extract itself from your persistent playing.

My body slides down, collapsing in exhausted afterglow. I am limp with pleasure. I dumbly reach out with intent to turn off the vibrator, which has become an annoyance to me.

You push my hand away. "You're only half way done the story. I want to see you come again ..."

Monday, February 04, 2008

Slave Scene

Part One of Three.

Slave stumbled again. She was blindfolded, her hands were tied together, her skirt was forcing her to keep her legs tight together and she was wearing boots with a four inch heel. She muttered a curse as her leash was tugged.

She could smell candles burning, and unfamiliar after shave. "Stop," Lila commanded. Slave stopped short. She threaded her fingers together and lowered her head.

"Lift your head," a thick voice commanded from across the room. Slave tried to figure out if she'd heard it before, it sounded a little familiar. She lifted her head, looking toward the voice. She wanted to scoff, but obviously Master had told this man the rules.

"Yes Sir," she said, if he knew the rules she'd best follow them.

"Good girl," he said. She could smell him near her. She could hear the soft rattle of chain as Lila handed it over. She heard them share a kiss. "Go sit, Lila," he said, experimentally tugging the chain. Slave stepped forward with one foot, staggering them so she wouldn't fall over.

She felt a gloved hand on her face, stroking her cheek. "Do you know why you are here?"

"Master wished it so." She drew her shoulders back, trying to breath.

"Why do you think you are here?" His gloved hand stroked down her neck and bare shoulder.

Her breath caught. Honest answers were still a little scary. "I think it's a test. I don't know if it's to see if I can please someone else, or if he doesn't think I can handle it."

"Mmm. I see." Slave could hear rustle of clothing, his hand withdrew from her skin. She longed to know what was going on beyond her. "Lila come help undress the slut. And then help her kneel." He dropped the chain and the cool strap brushed her body. She shivered.

Lila murmured to her while she undressed. "Shall I remove her boots?" Lila asked.

"Leave the boots. And the chain. And the ties around the hands." Slave felt better having been released from the tight bounds of the skirt. Her breasts swung free in front of her as Lila helped her to a kneeling position.

"Lila, go get me a glass of water." She heard Lila leave the room. His gloved hands caressed her breasts, she felt her desire quicken immediately. "Slut, before we are done you will beg for mercy and for pleasure. And I will enjoy watching it all."

Slave didn't know if she was supposed to answer or not. Between his covered fingers he twisted her nipples. A shiver of desire went through her. She dropped her head, feeling even more like a slut, for wanting this man she hadn't even seen, because her Master wished it so. And because of the anticipation of what was to come both pleasure and pain.

"What am I to call you?" Slave asked, her throat hoarse.

He paused his nipple twirling. He cleared his throat and then began pulling on her again, "Sir, is fine."

"Very good, Sir," she replied, stretching up on her knees.

She heard the door and squelched the urge to turn and look, reminding herself that she couldn't see anyway. "Thank you," the dark voice murmured. "Get me the cane."

Slave shuddered involuntarily. Her muscles twitched knowing the pain that was to come. Anticipation was always so much worse than the act. She forced her lungs to slow and take in air fully.

She bent her head and listened for the sound around her, trying to figure out just what was going on. Her mind raced as she felt frustration of the blindfold, her still tied hands, at being helpless in general set in. She set herself to take slow breathes again, imagining Master's voice reminding her to do so.

"Good girl," the stranger said, his hand brushing her head as he walked by. "Keep breathing. And relax."

Slave lifted her head, but kept it straight ahead, although he was now behind her. "It's the anticipation Sir."

He cleared his throat. She felt the tip of the cane brush her thighs. She swallowed hard. "Concentrate on your breathing." Slave's body twitched at the familiar words, but before she could react the cane tapped against her ass. Over and over, light taps, her head started nodding with the rhythm of the warm up.

The more she relaxed, the harder the blows came. Then they stopped. "Slave?" the voice came deeper than before and she cocked her head.

"Green," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm good. Relaxed."

There was a pause, silence filled the room. Then the blows of the cane came hard. Slave concentrated on the beat of five between each blow at first, ignoring the sting at first. Then embracing the pain, until it overwhelmed her senses, all but consuming her.

She heard herself crying out as the pause between shortened. She felt hot all over as she tried to keep from falling forward. Tears pressed her eyelids as she screamed with each stinging blow.

Finally she felt too tense to continue on. As the tears spilled over she gave in. "Please, I can't stay up any longer. I need to rest. Please." Her voice was strained and high pitched. "I'm going to fall over."

He stopped swinging. A long moment came and Slave's hands tensed with need to rub the sting on her ass and thighs away. "Bend forward, there's a chair," Lila said.

Slave lifted her hands, seeking it's refuge. Placing her forearms on the seat, she leaned her weight on them.

She jumped as she felt the cane caress her still stinging skin. "Is that all you beg for?" the mysterious voice asked.

She took a deep breath, considering. "I can stand more of the caning if you wish."

He slapped against her lightly a few times, as if he were contemplating the offer. He slapped her with one last stinging blow and then Slave pushed herself up as she hard the cane drop to the floor behind her.

Lila's heels clicked across the floor. Slave controlled her breathing to try to figure out what was going to happen next.

"Do you want a drink before we go on?"

Monday, January 28, 2008


This was way too great not to share with people. So via Fleshbot I bring you smurfporn.

Hehe. Link to NSFW, or your childhood smurf watching memories. But, we were missing this from the world. And it needed to be shared.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Making Her Beg

An excerpt, from something I hope to release in it's entirety someday. For free

He went and leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, waiting to reassert his dominance, that he could control her. And himself. That it was just about sex.

When the bathroom door opened she was wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping and her face composed. She looked around the room, confusion in her eyes when she didn't see him. He grabbed her shoulders, making her cry out, and pushed her against the wall. He kissed her hard, punishing, bodies pressed together.

First she got stiff, moving into the wall, but as the kiss went on she softened, kissing him back, running her hands over his body. He unwound the towel from her body, dragging his hands rough over her breasts, tugging the nipples with his fingers.

He tore his mouth away from hers, and lowered it to her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked a nipple hard into his mouth. And then he nipped with his teeth, making her cry out. He wanted to mark her as he moved to her other breast, biting into the skin, sucking licking.

She was very still as he abused her body. Her nails pressed into his skin through his shirt, he didn't care. He lifted his head and kissed again, one hand moving her legs apart. He rubbed against her hard, grinding into her soft mound. Looking into her eyes he growled, "I want you to beg me, Lucy. I'm not going to fuck you until you beg me. Don't come until I tell you too."

Separating the soft lips he rubbed her clitoris, pulling, tugging with the same violent motions he'd done to her breasts. "Do you understand?" he demanded.

Her eyes were glazed and she was moaning and squirming. "Yes." Her voice went higher as he pulled on her clit, "Yes. I understand. Please."

He shook his head and lowered himself before her. He bent his head between her legs and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. Her knees went soft, expecting his soft tongue, but instead she gained his teeth. He bit into her clit, and she jerked away. He moved one hand to her back and pressed her forward into his mouth, tugging on her most sensitive area.

Her protests quickly turned to moans as he continued his misuse of her body. Once she fell into pleasure from the pain, he turned to licking between the lips, sucking her juices. Until she suddenly cried out, "Mac, please, I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I can't take anymore of this. Of your mouth. Fuck Mac."

He moved back to look up at her. He slipped a finger between her legs, not wanting to stop his torture. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Mac, please shove your hard cock into wherever you want, just let me come."

He nodded, feeling her desperation seep into him. "Come for me then slut," he said, before he pressed his mouth to her pussy again, once more using his teeth on her.

Her entire body went aquiver as she came, down around his mouth. Her knees went week and
she nearly fell onto him, he lifted his body and grabbed her around the waist. "Good?" he asked, with a grin. He stood and picked her up and carried her to the bed.

He deposited her on the bed and then went to find the lube again. "On your hands and knees," he said, "ass toward the edge of the bed for me." He judged it would be the perfect height.

Once he was properly lubricated, he pulled her ass cheeks apart. With infinite control he eased into her tight ass. She shivered as he did, but didn't move otherwise. He didn't inquire to her enjoyment, it was no longer about her. His finger on her clit, rubbing in circles he thrust into her, knowing after teasing her for so long, and now being hugged tight by her body he wouldn't last long.

He groaned as desire took him and grabbed her hips, pulling her body back onto his cock as he came hard into her. His body shuddering, he managed to withdrawn before he fell onto her, pressing her to bed.

He was still panting as he made himself stand to retreat. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to regain his composure. Not wanting to see Lucy until he had.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Sex is ....

That feeling in my pussy, I gotta get off feeling it is:

~ the swap of my hips
~ dark, deep red
~ voluptuous, dressed in curve hugging gown with outrageous feather boas and pearls and diamonds
~hot tongues curled around each other
~ legs wrapped around waists
~ long, deep, slow & hard, fast
~ insatiable, urgent
~ sexy, beautiful, scared
~ pain& pleasure, fear&excitement, hurt&healing
~ craving, desired
~ sacred, holy, divine

Sugasm #113

Late edition, I forgot I submitted last week. SORRY!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #114? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
A Different Kind Of Authority For Sex Bloggers
“As we sex workers, sex bloggers, and adult business folks swim in our ponds or spin in our micro universes & connect with others, we continue to build authority.”

Of sex and strippers
“At one point she was straddling Girlfriend’s right leg, grinding her thigh against Girlfriend’s clit through her jeans.”

Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge
Her comments were something to the effect of, “No one wanted to see me twirl with tassels ~ on fire or not ~ when some girl was going to sit on stage and insert things into herself.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Editor’s Choice
Interview with Paul Festa about circumcision

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Erotic Writing and Experiences
Aural Sex. - The Husband
Cock Whore
Dreams are funny things
The Erotic Review
I Love A Rainy Night
The night I was initiated on Frat Row
Opera Glasses
Skin, breath, desire, rhythm
Yesterday’s Sweet Blowjob

Sex Work
Catalina loves Giving Spankings

NSFW Pics & Videos
Mizuki Horii
Andie Valentino (Twistys)
Half-Nekkid Thursday: View from MY Back Row
Mindy Main Sexy and Topless
A Very Shibari New Year From Marky D. Sade

Sex Advice
13 Ways To Use What You Have To Build Intimacy
Celebrate 2008: The Year of the Pussy!
Just Seeing My Girlfriend Turns Me On! Is This Normal?!
Resolve to Improve Your Sex Life in 2008

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
2007 Wanking Totals
Discovering the Art of Masturbation
I fucked this guy once …without dirty talk!?!
Taking One For the Team

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Hello Kitty Vibrator - Battery-Powered Evil!!!
Panties Second Only To Auto Industry
Real Doll Rentals
Working Sex: Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry

BDSM & Fetish
All Tied Up and No Where To Go
Am I A Masochist?
Daddy Play
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