Progression

Our last day of the cruise was a “drive-by” of the Napali Coast of Kauai. We were lucky enough to have a balcony on the port side of the ship, which meant we could relax there, sunning ourselves as the day grew warmer, reading and sipping pina coladas as the…

Outstanding

I love breasts, in all their lovely shapes and sizes. Mine are small, and a bit asymmetrical, but they have lovely nipples that – with the right touch – make a direct connection to my cunt. I can even, at times, orgasm from the right stimulation to them. Recently a…

His Shirt

I came home this morning from the Hypnotist’s house, threw my purse on the bench and my backpack in my office and ran upstairs to bury my face in the white t-shirt he leaves behind for me to wear, or sleep in, or sniff, when he’s not here. We’d had…

Rethinking Crops

I’ll be honest, crops are not my immediate go-to when I think about implements that I love, or love-to-hate, or crave. I think they get a little outshined by their showier cousin, the cane. That said, I discovered that the lowly crop is not so lowly, and can even inspire…

Elust #155

Image courtesy of Miss HarrietPhotography by Santillo Welcome to Elust 155.Elust is the only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be…

A Room for Jade

A long time ago I read a piece of erotica set in a conference room, in which the goings-on were anything but a professional meeting. Coercive rather than consensual, it skirted the edges of CNC. That bit of sexiness has stayed in my mind ever as since, and fueled many…

Foreplay

I send him this photo. “Needs stripes,” he replies. And I take in a quick breath; feel a quiver in my belly. Foreplay.

Seesaw

I was scrolling through pictures in preparation for writing another Scavenger Hunt post (I have a few in backlog now!) when I ran across this one: I immediately sent it to Sir… Well not quite immediately: first I savored the shivery feelings the image evoked. Then I sent it, hoping…

Homecoming

This morning I sat on the edge of his bed and leaned over as he pulled my face toward him. I rubbed my face against the silky bulge of his cock inside his boxers, having missed this particular ritual while I was gone. Not only this, of course, but I…

Trying to Be Good

So yeah, it’s part of my rules that I have to post here three times a week. I posted once this week, but…didn’t again. I know, I deliberate a lot about this. But. Tonight it’s about wanting…things…and being denied them until I do what I’m supposed to do. Denial =…