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Kink of the Week May 15-31: Writing on Skin

She had not wanted to give him her number, she had said that she did not have any paper.

“Write it on my forearm,” he had said, and Emerson frowned softly.

She leaned in to give him a fake number, but when she did, she smelled the sage on his skin. The scent aroused her so much that she wrote her right number–slowly–on his arm. His eyes and breath were responsive to every stroke of her pen. Emerson added an additional flourish at the end of her number eight, that was barely warranted.

When she finished that last flourish, she realized she had been so unconcerned with knowing more about him that she did not remember what his name was. He had told her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his initials in gold on his briefcase.

And that was how she and H. started seeing each other. Writing on their skin was a theme. The first time that he told her that he loved her, he wrote it on her hip. She looked in the mirror and saw in red, LOVE and she straddled him standing beside her. He entered her and she could see his love on her hip—literally—as she pressed her nose to his musky sage scent that had been her undoing.

Emerson loved him at the time, but she could not say the words. She had no desire to say the words to him. H. woke up one morning and through the hair on his chest, he could see red, bright like the sun I LOVE YOU.

When he sat up and stared at the words in the mirror, and said nothing, the red words glowed like traffic lights melting in her vision.

Stop, she thought.

“Stop overthinking!” H. said, and pulled her close to him. He kissed her, and she felt her heart stop crumpling because she felt their love. It had not been too long for her to finally tell him she loved him.

And when he proposed, H. pressed a fountain pen to the inside of her wrist. He played with the tip about her hand, until it started to tickle. He held her hand, kissed it and then wrote inside. Emerson could not make out the words.

“Close your eyes…” he commanded softly, kissing her hand.

She did not know what the words were, but she knew when he put her engagement ring box on her palm what it was.

“Yes,” she breathed, without opening her eyes.

They wrote less when they got married, but when they did write it was often secret and hidden. Just for them.

With chocolate, honey, ink and more, they occasionally stained the sheets. Their sheets looked like a Jackson Pollock, and their bodies were smeared with dirty words.

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “dapple,” today I am using “crumple.”

More Kink of the Week here:

Masturbation Monday No. 91 & My Kinkly Interview With Kayla Lords!!!

Nichy’s hand was in Tyler’s as they walked on the beach. His fingers slipped along the edge of her retro bathing suit, just at the curve of her backside and she leaned in closer to him. They toward Renee and Gavin, and Nichy could not help but stare at the couple. The section of the beach where they were was mostly isolated. It was not the warmest day, but it was warm enough and the feeling of Tyler’s hand on her backside made her feel whimsical. But looking at Renee and Gavin startled her. Gavin was on his back, and Renee curled toward him. Because the beach was practically isolated, Renee touched him intimately with such tenderness…it took Nichy’s breath away. Renee’s bathing suit was not dissimilar to hers, because they had gotten them together and had them delivered to the office. They had put them on in the bathroom right away. This was before they had ever been lovers, but Nichy could not deny that she had looked over at Renee more than once or twice while she changed…it was really hard to resist looking at Renee’s curvaceous form. Nichy watched Renee caress Gavin absently, her eyes were closed but her hands knew exactly where to go. Gavin’s breath was affected by Renee’s every touch, though his eyes were closed as well. Closed eyes yet they were having such an intense encounter, that Nichy wanted to look away but she could not. Their chemistry was so real, and she wondered if they were in love. With their eyes still closed, they moved themselves into a kiss. Renee pushed her sunglasses up into her hair, and held Gavin’s face.

Nichy gasped, and it turned into a bit of a choke.

“You okay Nich?” Tyler asked her, squeezing her bottom.

She nodded, not even thinking that he could not see her.

The huge ring on Renee’s finger was blinding, so much that you could not really tell what finger it was on.

But Nichy knew.

Gavin opened his eyes, and saw her staring at them. He smiled, grabbed Renee’s hand and swung it.

“We’re engaged!!!” he cried.

Renee turned around, and smiled at Nichy and Tyler. She waved her hand on her own, and reiterated,

“We’re engaged!!!”

Tyler’s finger slipped into the crotch of her bathing suit, and that unexpected caress distracted Nichy. He had thoroughly fingered her on the train, and now again. His knowing fingers caressing her from behind.

She moaned from pleasure, and then a confusion of emotions washed along her like waves onto the beach…

This week, in addition to my post, I have an excerpt! Kinkly posted my red-hot interview with Kayla Lords. Here is a snippet:

Kayla Lords is the creator of Masturbation Monday, a wildly popular meme that has made Monday the best day of the week! The taboo-conquering meme is a showcase for sexy stories to get you hot and bothered any day of the week! Kayla took time out of her schedule (Masturbation Monday is only one of a myriad of projects she is working on!) to tell us how she got started, about her commitment to community and about embracing our desires.

F. Leonora Solomon: What inspired you to start Masturbation Monday? Why was focusing on masturbation so important to you?

Kayla Lords: Masturbation is where I got my blogging start. At 32, I had never had a real orgasm, I’d never really masturbated, and a guy I liked a lot dumped me because I couldn’t let myself relax when we had sex. (Not that I’m shedding over any tears over being dumped by him.) I’d blogged in the vanilla world about my divorce the year before and at the same time discovered sex blogs. I’d seen, first hand, the power of shared experiences and a shared story, and I knew that masturbation was so taboo that I would either be ignored or I’d find people who understood. (Thankfully, it was the latter, and not the former.)

For me, masturbation was the beginning of the end of my own self-created sexual repression. In my late teens and early 20s, I was a girl on fire when it came to sex. I loved sex … until I didn’t. Through masturbation, I found that part of myself again, but because I’d also broken through some of my own sexual insecurities (good girls don’t touch themselves and all the BS we’re taught at too young of an age), I felt freer and more alive. I was braver and willing to try new things. It helped that I’d ended a bad marriage and was discovering that I really wasn’t a troll who should live under a bridge. I was and am a desirable, sexual woman. Without masturbation, I wouldn’t have realized any of that…click here to read the rest of the interview!!!

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beach by f dot leonora

Sinful Sunday, Week 268 — Another Perspective

another perspective

Yesterday, Exposing 40 was my guest blogger–read her steamy post here. Today, this is her photograph of me–she wanted another perspective…

You can see more of her photography and mine here:

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Wicked Wednesday #208 — Audience

Fiona almost fell off of the couch. She had stumbled into the apartment that morning, and plopped onto it. With her dress on from the night before and the taste of Josephine still in her mouth, Fiona had fallen fast asleep.They had practically fucked for an audience right outside of Josephine’s apartment door, earlier that morning. One of Josephine’s neighbors opened their door–and did not close it back–which turned Fiona on all the more. Apparently Josephine too, who kneaded her backside deeper.

Fiona licked her lips at the memory. Her throat was parched, and she could taste both of Josephine’s lips on hers. She had not had sex with anyone except for Alice for so long which was weird for her, but being with Josephine was better than anything she had imagined. It was not difficult for her to see why Alice had been drawn to her. The neighbor who watched them through their door, probably wanted to know what it was like with her too.

Josephine opened her apartment door leisurely, her breasts having successfully burst her blouse open after their heavy groping on the way there. Her lace bra was gorgeous, and highlighted her large breasts.

Fiona was their solo audience, as she watched their encounter in Josephine’s full-length mirror beside her bed. It was beautiful, because Josephine was beautiful and Fiona saw her own naked lust face her straight on.

“You like to watch, you like to be watched…” Josephine whispered, licking the inside of her ear delicately.

Fiona had not like to be observed, she liked to observe. She liked to be the one who decided how things would be. But with Josephine, she was not the one in charge.

And she liked it.

It was such a release for her not to have to be the one who called all of the shots. To have her hair pulled, and her clit handled rougher than she had ever had it handled. To have her bottom and between her legs spanked liberally. When she cried out, Josephine covered her mouth with her lips.

“You love it, I can feel how wet you are…what do you think you are doing?”

Fiona moaned, when Josephine kissed her neck and she threw her head back as she left a love mark on her that was going to leave no question to Alice as to what she had done.

And she really did not care–at the moment–she was tired and sore from how Josephine had used her body. Her fingers drifted between her legs where Josephine had been, following the path to a tee. Fiona opened her mouth, and sighed. She had fallen asleep with her fingers between her thighs, they were redolent of the scent of sex like she had never had before. Her cheek was warm–her entire body was warm with a blooming fever…

What had she done?

More Wicked Wednesday here:

audience via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday No. 90

Nichy stared out of the window, the view from the Metro North in New York was nothing like the view she had on the train going from London to Bristol. But in England, she did not have Tyler’s hand on her thigh. There was a young couple that looked hungover. The girl’s stern face was fixed on her phone, with her fingers moved as fast as a machine. The guy had his hand fixed on her knee so hard, it looked like he would crush it.

Tyler’s hand was high on her thigh, his fingers splayed on the inside. The girl looked up at her, and Nichy stared at her head on. The argument that had occurred between the couple across from them, had made her stare out of the window to tune them out. Tyler had been asleep, and it seemed to her he was still asleep. Because he would not have dared to knead the inside of her thigh like that right across from another couple.

Or would he?

Nichy could not help but part her legs when his kneading became more intense. She could feel–almost hear she would swear, but knew that it was impossible–the wetness between her legs. The girl fixed her stern face on Nichy, and pulled her knee away from her own man’s hand.

“Oh come on honey…” he said to the girl, and clamped his hand that had been on her knee to her cheek. He kissed her, and Nichy saw the thread of spit when he did.

“Stop it!” The girl said sternly, and threw her phone into her bag.

Nichy moaned involuntarily, as Tyler pressed the inside of her thigh even more. The guy sitting across from her wiped his mouth, as he pulled away from the stern girl and looked at Nichy. Nichy saw his eyes linger on her thighs. She looked at Tyler whose lips were parted, and she did not want him to move his hand away.

“Come on!” Grabbing her boyfriend’s hand, the stern girl grabbed her purse and glared at Nichy.

Nichy eased into the seat, wanting more of the peripheral sensation she was getting from Tyler.

“Are they gone yet?” he asked.

“You!” Nichy smiled.

Tyler slipped his hand under her dress, and Nichy did nothing to stop him. She let him touch her, and she was not imagining that she heard her wetness as the view outside went dark when they entered Grand Central…
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view from train via f dot leonora

Sinful Sunday, Week 267 — Pointed

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Wicked Wednesday #207 — Aspire

Alice liked being in the galleries before everyone else was in for the day at work. It had always been her aspiration to work in the art world. Being a junior cataloguer was a dream come true. Her eyes were glossy at the Tamara de Lempicka before her eyes, equally because of its beauty…and because it reminded her alternately of Fiona.

Polly had been looking at her all afternoon with that look like are you okay? No, she was not okay! She did not know where her girlfriend was, after their fight. Fiona had never not come home before. But they had never had such a bad argument. Alice felt her eyes well with tears, and her aspirations of being a sophisticate blurred, as Polly grabbed her.

It was early enough that they could have coffee without the rest of the department walking in on them in Polly’s office.

“She probably just wants to scare you, it seems like those are the type of tactics she and here brother would use. Or at least her brother’s girlfriend…fiancee…” Polly said, with her lips twisted.

Alice swallowed her too hot black coffee, and looked apologetically at Polly. Fiona’s brother was engaged to the woman, who Polly’s boyfriend had been sleeping with on and off for years. Even though Polly had initiated their separation, it was clear she was still angry about it. Additionally even though she seemed to be involved with her own on and off again lover, Colin.

“I am sorry,” Alice said. “I did not mean to…”

“Nothing is what you aspire it to be,” Polly said cutting her off, getting up and opening her office window. Her cigarettes were on the window sill, and Alice watched Polly’s svelte body lean out of the window as if she was taking flight. Before she knew it, Alice grabbed the pack of cigarettes and leaned out of the window as well. She wanted to take flight, she wanted to escape. Even now that her career was blooming, Alice wanted to escape…

Had she slept with Josephine to escape what she knew was coming with Fiona? The evolution of their relationship? Had she been so afraid of what was real in her life, that she needed to float on a dream? Maybe if Fiona was not returning to her, she would go back to Josephine.

But she did love Fiona, she wanted her to come back…Alice’s hair blew around in the window, and she and Polly looked like art angels on the top floor. Their hair floating like Botticellis.

If Fiona came back, she would never let her go again…

More Wicked Wednesday here:

de lempicka via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday No. 89/Kink of the Week May 1-15: Masturbation

Nichy was not sure what she liked more. Feeling so hot on her side of the bed that she had to touch herself, because her heat was such that she had to touch it with her bare hands. It was also nice if she had one of her toys to provide the vibration that her fingers could not…and it was also nice when Tyler lie on his side and pulled her to him—his lips on her neck, his arms crushing her breasts and his fingers stirring her heat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand move between her thighs that were dappled with moonlight. His touch lulled her…

When she woke up, her body was still encircled by his arm and she snuggled into him more.

“You awake?” he whispered against the nape of her neck.

Nichy’s body buzzed with the pleasure of his warm breath, and the heat of his body against hers.

“I did not know you were into guys, you and Gavin put on quite a show…”

Tyler laughed, and pulled her closer to him.

“Well you and Renee have put on a show or two for me as well,” he laughed, and she felt the vibration of it move through her body. “Gavin is a damn good kisser too, I can see why you were so nuts over him…”

Nichy moved out of his embrace. When she sat up, Tyler sat up with her.

“What?”

She looked at him, her hand between her legs. Did she want to talk to him about how weird it was that they talked about the four of them like it was a game of chess? Or did she want to drown in the moment, him warm beside her and between her legs on fire?

Nichy touched herself in a moment of decisiveness. She touched the soft fire between her legs, her clit twitched on both sides as she moved her finger in a circle around it. Tyler was slack-jawed, as she knew he would be. He was riveted to the movement of her hand and she remembered that this was how she liked it best to masturbate—with him watching like he was seeing something he was not supposed to be seeing, when she was doing it for him.

All for him.

He put his hand on her thigh and the weight of it almost took her over the edge, made her move her fingers faster.

“Are you going to make yourself come? Or do you need help?” he asked breathlessly.

Nichy smiled, and fished for him under the sheets. He was hard, and this was the piece that she needed at this moment in the game of chess they were played…

Not moving her finger away from her clit, she stroked his shaft and looked into his eyes.

“I am going to make both of us come…” she panted, as her finger and hand moved dissonantly until they collapsed into a pile of each other…

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “twist,” today I am using “dapple.”

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chess pieces via wikipedia

(Almost) Live From Eroticon!!!

This year’s Eroticon is a bit bittersweet, because this is the last year that the amazing Ruby Kiddell will be hosting it. I am not sure what is going to happen to the conference, but it has been such a life-changing event for me. I have met so many people, and had so much fun. This year will be no different, I am sure! Molly is hosting a meet and greet for all of us that are going, and so this is my introduction:

NAME (and Twitter name if you have one)

F. Leonora Solomon—@fdotleonora

If you had the opportunity to rename yourself (or your blog) what would you pick?

I would drop the F, and just be Leonora. The F confuses people I think!

What are you most looking forward to at Eroticon Live and/or is there anything you are nervous about?

I am excited about seeing all of my friends that I have made, and a few people for the first time. The whole reason for me going is to feel more connected to the community…

Have you planned which sessions you will be attending or are you more of a spur of the moment kind of person?

I am a spur of the moment girl for sure—but I will definitely be attending (and running!!!) a session on anthologies. If you have any questions about that —whether you are going or not—leave me a comment about it!

What essential items to your life will be bringing with you to Eroticon Live? (you can have a maximum of 5)

Phone, tablet, converter to charge them, perfume and my imagination…

A new cocktail has been made on your honour, what would be the key ingredient and what would it be called?

There are a lot of cherries in it, and my liquor right now is gin…but I cannot name it!!!

And finally… Complete the sentence; I have yet to…..

travel to Africa, Asia, Australia or South America…

Meet a ton more attendees here!