Dec 29, 2009

eLust #4

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This Week's Top Three Posts
Interrogation - I looked up at him, feigning cluelessness. “I know you can understand me. So I ask you again. Where are the lenses?” Another strike. I crumpled into the bench.

Reconciling the Identities of Feminist & Butch Top - There’s something supposedly anti-feminist about wanting to dominate. There’s something in the feminist rhetoric which says we are all equal especially in bed, so that means I-do-you-you-do-me....

Fire and Ice - The rain comes down harder around us, the freez­ing drop pelt­ing what­ever skin lies exposed over the sur­face of the water.

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By the Twinkling Lights... - His lips found my nipples and I forgot about the cold. If a car were to drive by and the passengers were to look past the twinkling lights on the tree, they would have seen a naked woman’s rear end pressed against the glass wall..

Featured Post (Lilly's Pick)
Ronjazz: Late Night Rendezvous - Meet me in the parking lot at the post with the broken lamp. 10PM sharp! Do not be late! Stand facing the post, eyes closed. Wear a flimsy dress and heels - nothing else!

See also: Pleasurists #58 and #59 for all your sex toy review needs

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Writing
Adoration
Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife
Happy Halloween
Heartbreak hotel
Heat
Lips...Tongue...Taste
Marathon Sex
Not Always, But Often: Part 1
Our (Sorta) Intro to BDSM
Rising above the Background
Sex at 2am
The Babysitter
The Chair
The Beginning?
The Pleasure Chest
The Slut Chronicles #10 ~ The Interview
The Walk
Today's Specials: Orgasms, Wet Panties, and Margaritas
Twinkling Heat
We are glass
What I Want

Kink & Fetish
Amber's New Dungeon
Awesome Body Mod Night
Co-Hypno-Topping
Day of Debauchery
Go Ask Teresa: Mothers
Helpless
Jack was a Picky Eater
Kissing Noises
My very first experience of BDSM
Mouth
Play Piercing? Seriously? Why?!?
Sounds and Catheters
The Taking of M

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Aftercare, Part I: The Basics
Ask The Negress: Privacy & Perversion.
Boundaries...
Do Slaves Deserve Love?
Gyne-Vestiphobia: Fear of Women’s Clothing
Let There Be Love
On My Experience With Sex Toys
Riding The Crimson Wave - Having Sex On Your Period
The Gangbang as Social Commentary
Titty Fucking
TPE (Total Power Exchange): A Novice's Perspective
Weekend Fun

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
December 17th
God rest ye, merry cuckold!
You've Got To Be Nuts

The Magic Wand

Dec 18, 2009

Who's Your Daddy?

I find this video really sexy. Plus, it really appeals to my senses as a film buff.

I'm not too familiar with old school porn films (though I wish I were) but I went through and found most of the references that this video makes. Still missing a few, alas.

Benassi TitleReal TitlePoster
You're My Daddy???
Beautiful Erotic and Naughty???
Do It With Me...Sweetly Girl???
NorwaNorma
Wall Street WomanWall Street Walker
Assessment: FemaleAssignment: Female
The Piggy PussyThe Pink Pussy
The TouchingThe Touchables
Caged Heap!Caged Heat
Hang BangBang Bang
Girls That GoGirls That Do
SupervixiousSupervixens
Hot BrunchHot Lunch
Casting AllCasting Call
EmanuelaEmanuelle
Lust and KissesLove and Kisses
The Man Who Loved All WomenThe Man Who Loved Women
Strip the TeacherTrip with the Teacher


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Dec 15, 2009

A Daydream

Do you want to know what I’d like?

I come to your hotel room door, knock on the floor. Inside you've got clothes laid out for me.

You excuse yourself and wait in the bathroom while I get dressed.

You come out and find me in stockings, high heels, garters, a nightie, and thong

You tell me how gorgeous I am.

You touch me, lightly.

You ask me to touch you, too.

I do.

I'm excited to feel your cock under my hand.

I reach down and can feel its hardness.

I wonder if you've touched yourself in the bathroom or if you're hard just for me.

You tell me that I'm making you feel good.

I say, "I'm glad." I barely can whisper it out.

You ask if I want to see your cock and I nod.

You take down your pants and sit back on the bed, your cock rising above you.

You ask me to touch it.

I do.

I stroke you.

Feel how hard you are.

I get down on my knees at the side of the bed.

I'm touching you like I'm seeing a cock for the first time.

play with you.

stroke you.

You ask if I want to taste you.

I nod.

I lean over your cock and lick you.

Kiss you.

Rub my nose on your balls.

I like how clean you smell.

I like how hard your cock is.

How fuzzy your balls are.

I love the feel of the veins of your cock against my tongue.

I put my mouth over the head of your cock.

I lick and suck you gently.

I like to hear you moan.

I suck more of you into my mouth.

Deeper. Deeper.

I want to see how much of you I can take.

I push deeper. Deeper.

I begin bobbing my head up and down.

I put my hand at the base of your cock.

I can feel its girth.

I can feel you pulsing beneath my fingers and under my tongue.

I'm sucking you now. Sucking your cock. Wanting to make you feel good.

Moving my head up and down faster. Hoping that I'm making you feel right.

I'm going to suck you until you come deep in my mouth.

Until you moan out loud and give me your orgasm.

That's what I'd like.

Dec 14, 2009

The Return of Angel Dare

Everybody's favorite noir heroine, Angel Dare, will return in Christa Faust's Choke Hold. For all the details, visit Faust's blog, "Deadlier Than The Male". The lovely Ms. Faust is pictured below.

The Babysitter

Opening the door I hold my breath, not knowing what I'm going to find inside. Whatever it is, I'm resolved to just go with it. It's Thursday and it's time to play; I just never know the game or the rules. Frustrating? Yes, but fun too.

Emily is sitting on the couch, a trashy paperback in her lap and worrying her fingernails with an emery board. She's dressed in a shapely beige dress, trimmed in black. It reveals her shapely legs; wearing black stockings that disappeared under her high hem.

"Oh! You're home early, Mr. Garver," she says in surprise. "I thought you'd be back by ten." She looks down at her outfit and then back at me, sheepishly, like a kid caught raiding the cookie jar.

"Uh, how was your evening?" She stands, smoothing down her dress, adjusting her petite breasts.

I try to pick up her thread and work to spin a story...

"My evening was fine... until I walked in here and found you in my wife's favorite dress. What do you think you're doing, Emily?"

She stretches out her arms, palms up, and twirls. "It's just too nice to go to waste, Mr. Garver. You have a closet full of clothes that nobody wears anymore. What's the point?"

She tucks a stray strand of hair over her ear. The lamplight reflects off her glasses such that I can't see her eyes. I step closer to get a better view of her. She may be my wife but with her haughty attitude and horn-rimmed glasses, she seems a different woman... or girl... altogether. I'm still grasping for hints but feel I'm holding my own in this role-play, hoping to work my way into her fantasy, whatever that may be.

"My point is that I hired you for the task of watching my children, not to dress up in my wife's clothes and gallivant around my house," I say sternly, placing my hands on her shoulders.

She takes in a breath and gulps it down. Either I've gone directly to the heart of her fantasy or I've thrown us into a scenario that she hasn't contemplated but excites her. I can see her unmistakable flush, the color rising on her partially-exposed chest.

"I do a good job," she says quietly. "The kids are in bed. The kitchen's clean. I just saw this in your closet while I was putting away some laundry and wanted to see how it felt on."

"How does it feel?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

She shudders. "Good." She looks up at me, almost at my height in her black high heels, "It fees good."

My hands grip her shoulders tighter, I feel the heat between us. I'm waiting for a spark to set us both alight.

"You look good too," I confess, "As good as my wife..."

She steps back, my hands fall numbly to my side. She takes the black sash that runs around her waist into her hands. In one quick movement she undoes the tie and opens up her dress, presenting her body to me. Her stockings end in suspenders under which she wears no underwear. Her black bra accents her pale skin, as does the large tattoo that stretches across her stomach -- a bird in flight with wings that stretch from breast to breast.

"As good as your wife?" she asks seductively.

She holds open her dress, allowing me to take her in.

"Better."

I step to her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other her back, pulling her to me, and pushing my lips against hers.

She opens her mouth and our tongues dance over one another. She moans when I squeeze her fabulously fleshy bottom. My other hand moves to her breast, finding a stiffening nipple. She likes it rough and I oblige, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger. I feel her weaken in my arms from the mix of pain and pleasure she loves so much. I move my mouth to her neck. She quickly pulls her hair aside leaving me an expanse of pale exposed flesh on which to feast. I kiss from her ear to her collarbone, placing small bites on her flesh between the long suckling kisses. Her moans vibrate the skin under my lips.

It takes all my self-control to not mark her. I don't want her going into work with bruises up and down her neck. I transfer my aggressiveness to my hands, squeezing and pinching harder, making her moan louder.

She reaches down to find my cock. I'm fully erect in my pants. When her fingers feel this she squeezes me, hard enough to make me grunt. I want her. I want to take her down to the floor and fuck her on the spot. Instead, she releases me and stands straight. I move back and allow her to turn. She makes it about two steps towards the hallway when I reach grab her, my left arm around her chest, my right hand sliding down to her pussy.

She's ready for me, slick with desire. I part the folds of her pussy with my ring and index finger to slip my middle finger inside. She leans back against me, pushing her ass against my crotch, allowing her head to rest on my shoulder. I kiss her shoulder as I massage her clitoris. It only takes a moment when I feel her body tense against me. She gasps and her body begins to shake.

"Ssshhh, you'll wake my children," I admonish and she gasps.

I feel her orgasm flowing through her. I slow my finger and feel her vibrating with pleasure.

I release her, standing her back up on her heels to let her try and get to the bedroom a second time. I follow her down the hallway, watching her legs under the hem of her opened dress. This time I let her get there. She puts one knee up onto bed and then the other. She crouches on the mattress, sliding down to let her head rest while keeping her ass in the air.

I raise her dress up, folding it over her back, giving me access to her ample ass. I kneel on the floor, my face even with her backside, and kiss her ass. I kiss one cheek and then the other, moving my face back and forth with smaller and smaller movements until I'm kissing around her tender pucker.

I reach up my right hand and slowly slide two fingers into her wet pussy while my tongue slowly trails around her asshole. I circle her, probe her, push into her... my tongue invading her tight hole while my fingers plunge into her pussy. I move up my other hand and find her clitoris again and begin stroking her in time with my tongue. Soon both hands and my mouth are all moving in time, my face buried between her cheeks and my arms moving to and fro, taking her closer to the edge.

I feel her pussy and ass tightening around my fingers and tongue. I add a third finger and push my tongue in as far as it can go. She's pulsing around me. I feel like I'm more connected to her than I've ever been.

The blankets muffle her gasps as she attains her second climax. Her pussy suddenly feels wetter and her asshole clenches around my tongue with such force that it almost hurts. I keep rubbing and fucking her with my fingers, relying on her to move away when she's had enough. She cums and cums, I feel her relaxing and contracting as she rides each wave of orgasm.

She looks back and beckons, "Please, I need you inside of me."

I carefully remove my fingers from her and reluctantly pull out my tongue. She crawls farther up onto the bed, losing her dress along the way, as I drop my trousers and shuck my shirt. Behind her I see the layer of sweat across her lower back. I trace my finger from the crack of her ass up her spine to her neck and put my hand on her shoulder. I pull her back onto me, sliding my cock home.

She mewls as I fuck her. She reaches beneath her and works her clitoris. I'm always highly amazed and slightly envious at just how orgasmic she is. The third one is never as strong as the previous two but it comes quickly. It arrives too soon. I feel her gripping me tighter, pulling me rapidly to her level. My breath leaves me. I hear the roar of blood in my ears and that's when everything goes black for just a second.

And when the world comes back I'm there with her; I'm cumming with her. Our bodies feed into one another as we peak.

Together we collapse in a sweaty heap. When she catches her breath she says, "Mr. Garver, I'm going to have to ask you for a ride home, now." We laugh harder than we have a right to as we wrap ourselves in the covers and drift off to sleep. Another successful role-play, one that I felt we'd revisit again someday soon.

Dec 1, 2009

Life On My Knees

"Louis Friend gives bedtime stories a whole new meaning. This book is written from the perspective of the submissive male. Louis is able to weave fun and sexuality into societal taboos. What you learn from this book is that it's okay to enjoy what turns you on. A MUST read for every submissive male and every dominant female. Learn from the inside of the submissive mind." -- Amazon.com

"The feel is of total immersion from the first paragraph to the ending words. The vivid imagery is sexually charged and intense. There are explicit details, but also tantalizing mysteries. [...] Life on My Knees is recommended to anyone needing a good book for entertainment. The book will at least intrigue, interest and entice quickly." -- Tyborg's Book Reviews

"[N]obody does "Daddy" quite like Louis Friend." -- Smutgirl Blog

Paperback:112 pages
Publisher:Lulu.com
Language:English
ISBN:978-0-557-20709-1
Dimensions:6 x 9 inches

Enter the twisted mind of Louis Friend, proprietor of PornoPerson.com and author of bizarre sexual fantasies. Life On My Knees collects a bevy of sinful stories into one volume that will appeal to your prurient interests.

Topics include cuckolding, multiple sex partners, bondage, hypnosis, strap-ons, medical, ageplay, crossdressing, forced feminization, BDSM, D/s, and all variations of hetero and homosexual couplings.

This is not erotica. This is pornography. Adults only.

Stories include:

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♦ This Week's Top Three Posts ♦

The Heart of Darkness
- "I swear that man can sense my fear like a hound scenting a rabbit, and just like the hound, his blood rises to it."

Forever...
- "Forever is a beautiful idea, a wonderful goal, but it’s not a magic spell."

His First Fuck - "He stood there, obviously nervous, obviously aroused by what he had been witness to seconds earlier."

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I Dare You - "Aided by our clutches of printed papers, me hiding my nipples that could cut glass and him hiding the hard bulge in his dress pants, we scurried back to our cubes where the messages flew back and forth."

♦ Featured Post

Who am I?
- "I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life and couldn’t fit it all on one piece of poster board."

See also: Pleasurists #55 for all your sex toy review needs

♦ Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships ♦

First. Confession #380
In Defense of Squirting
Forever...
Gender, Buck Angel, and Me
G Spot Orgasms: It's all about the clitoris
Spitroast
They May be Bi, But They're Still Boys
Why I Sometimes Fake Orgasms
Wonderland: The British in Bed

♦ Kink & Fetish ♦

The Workout (fiction)
I Am Not Clark Kent
Caning
Lips Parted
Curve
She brought her own toys
Rope Bondage: Hemp vs. Mfp
Phew! Another Hole
Hearts
My virginity and how I lost it..
Gift
Spicing it up: Bondage Materials

♦ Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor ♦

20 Questions with Cyd
This Ain't No Disney
A Thank You Note
Vegas Virgins
Sex and Happiness

♦ Erotic Writing ♦


1 Full Body Massage / 1 Happy Ending
The Slut Chronicles #7 ~ I Said No
To Do List
the date
And Your Hands and Your Lips and Your Tongue Tricks
Oh Fuuuck
I Get Around
Sometimes, Love Hurts
In The Dark
Making Up
Quickie - A Good Girl
What I Want You To Do To Me
Hitachi Fun
Her Curves
Carnal
marks she left
Wicked Wednesday: I Love Watching You Watching Me
Birthday Boy
Fucking & Making Love
Thy Mother and Thy Father: A Vodoun Love Spell
What Just Happened?
Happy Birthday Me
What Cums Around

Oh, Alice!