Wicked Wednesday #261 — Waves

Lila stood in Eliza’s door, and it gave her a strange sense of deja vu. She looked up at Lila, and saw Lila’s unmoving mouth yelling her to fire Terrence.She shook her head, and looked up at Lila.

“Yes,” she said to her, and Lila walked into her office.

“I know that you hate me now Eliza, but I really am trying to help you. I was the other woman once, and I was involved with a man that I thought I would give everything up for. I was so naive…I just wanted to help you. You are a bigwig here, you do not need to be distracted…”

Eliza put her pen down.

“Lila, thank you,” she responded quietly. “I think that I got this.”

Eliza resented that Lila was calling her the other woman. If anything, Terrence was the other man!

Lila did not move.

“I am trying to help you Eliza. Terrence is not worth it.”

“You speak like you were with him!” Eliza blurted out, as she closed her laptop.

Lila walked deeper into Eliza’s office.

“Now, now you get it Eliza. I can tell you that you are the other woman because, I am the last woman who was with Terrence. I am being this graceful because I am a lady.” Lila pushed her way forward, as if she were in a crowd. “You are the other woman Eliza.”

Eliza was quiet, as her world moved about her like large waves in a small pool. Terrence was each wave, bobbing about her…

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Masturbation Monday No. 143 — An Ocean Away…

Nichy never slept well on a plane, and with unending thoughts about Drew who she had only been separated with for hours it was impossible. Those hours included an ocean, and they were so far apart that it hurt. Nichy looked over at Carole, who was fast asleep and wore her fancy eye mask that looked like a masquerade mask. It was dark on the plane because everyone was sleeping, but Nichy could not sleep at all.

Her body was hungry for Drew. She could still feel his body against hers, and inside of hers. Her hand had slipped between her thighs instinctively and when she realized it was there, Nichy plotted to pleasure herself discreetly since it was so dark on the plane.

Loosening her seatbelt around her hips, Nichy pulled up her dress. The inside of her thighs were already damp, as she caressed the inside of them. She could smell her own heat and slipping her fingers from under her blanket, Nichy tasted her fingers and could taste the sex that she and Drew had had just hours earlier.

Her other set of fingers moved from her thighs to her satiny lips, and Nichy sucked her fingers harder as she inserted a couple of her fingers into herself. And then pulled them out abruptly.

Her fingers felt good moving in and out of her, but Drew felt better so they were a weak replacement. Nichy was startled by moisture above her cheeks. Her eyes tightened, tears fell and she saw Drew’s face and thought about what it was like to kiss him. She remembered his scent and his warmth. The memory of the way he held her burned her, and her body felt scalded.

Her phone buzzed, and her clit trilled with it. She picked it up, and the scent of her heat filled her as she saw Drew’s name pop up on her screen.

Do you miss me yet? he texted.

Nichy closed her eyes, he had no idea how much she did…
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Elust No. 94 With Sticky Note No. 14 — Center

A brand-new sticky note, that I meant to post awhile ago. As I was posting for Elust…I remembered! Still thankful for Jade A. Waters for reminding me I used to do these…You can read another one that I wrote, and a lot more sexiness in this edition of Elust with a gorgeous, gorgeous photo from Exposing 40!!!
She moved closer to him made her way into the nooks between him and the dresser she wanted to be the center of his universe, to be the center of him, to invade his aura. He let her in, she was allowed inside him, inside of him. Their eyes locked, her lips soft and parted not for a kiss but for the air between them.

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Erotic Fiction

Finally A Prostitute
On Display
World Traveller
Ms. Mona’s Online Dating School for Dudes

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

BDSM is Not My Source for Life.
Pure and Simple
Discussing Consent & Scene Negotiation

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

You can
All for one, or one for all…
He haunts me.

Erotic Non-Fiction

Oh no, I’m not.
the shoot begins
Raylene’s pain does not matter


White Tee Shirt

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Orgasm Challenge

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A Kink Couple Fantasize About the Waitstaff



Elust 88

Sinful Sunday, Week 320: In The Garden

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Guest Blogger Mischa Eliot Serves Us Finger Licking Good!!!

Mischa Eliot is a new friend, she does Masturbation Monday like me. She is naughty and supportive, and such a gem in the community. Today you are in luck! She is my guest blogger, and wrote this sexy story andddddd??? She participated in my Friday Flash meme, special for my birthday!!!

So yeah, double your pleasure with Mischa Eliot today!!!
Naughty Spy in the Cabana 

Sitting up, I looked around, mind groggy from sleep. Sleep. I fell asleep! The little cabana curtains were still closed as I had left them earlier in the afternoon. My heartbeat returned to normal speed, once my surroundings made sense. It confused me that the staff from the hotel hadn’t woken me, but perhaps they hadn’t bothered to check for anyone in the cabana.

As I opened the curtains, soft voices and laughter greeted me. I hadn’t heard them speaking earlier when my pulse rushed through my ears.

“There’s no one around, babe. Let’s have a little fun.” The man’s voice was gruff, and loaded with desire. Something in me shifted, and I wanted to be the woman he was here with. Her laughter tinkled through the night, tickling my ears.

“Noah, someone could see us.” She didn’t sound all that worried to me and from my vantage point, I could see her actions didn’t match her words either. They were seated on a double chaise lounge, perfect for cuddling.

“C’mon Gracie, it’s late. Everyone else is drinking in the bar or fast asleep. It’s just you and me, babe.” His hand squeezed her neck lightly while the other cupped her breast, thumb ticking back and forth over her nipple.

It was evident that she enjoyed it, and I couldn’t help but want to be her. I mimicked his movement, reaching up to tease my own nipples. They were hard nubs, and I wanted a mouth on them. Sucking, licking, biting. A sigh slipped through my lips as desire rose throughout my flesh.

“Did you hear that?” Her voice lowered, but the breeze carried her words to me. I dropped the curtains I hid behind, and the breeze ruffled them. My breath arrested in my lungs as I waited, straining my ears. Was I about to be found out?

“You’re hearing the wind, nothing more.” Giggling reached my ears and I peeked out again, watching her as she threw her head back and Noah nuzzled, then kissed along her exposed skin.

I couldn’t help it, my mouth fell open, my bikini bottom stuck to me, and I wanted him. I wanted her. An uncontrollable urge filled me. I wanted to be sandwiched between them. With four hands and two mouths playing my body like a fine instrument, I was confident I could make beautiful music with my moans and squeals of bliss.

“Oh, Noah.” Gracie’s moan caught me off guard. My fantasies of being teased and taken by them had taken over. Noah’s hand stroked down her back, and his fingertips slid beneath her bikini bottoms. From the way she writhed and his finger wiggled, he knew just where to touch.

“Please, babe? I promise, no one will catch us. We’ll be quiet and quick.” His words became muffled, as he nuzzled and nibbled her neck. Noah rained kisses along her collarbone. Another moan from Gracie’s lips caused a shiver down my spine. And then Noah kissed her.

I touched my lips, licked my fingers and gave in to my need. Fingers slipping beneath my bikini bottom and finding myself slick, I played myself like a well-made guitar. Another sigh escaped, this one much more constrained as I watched Noah and Gracie. Pinching my nipple, flicking my thumb back and forth, kept me on edge.

Gracie moaned again, and I saw Noah shift her to straddle his hips. He moved swiftly, but gentle as he slid inside her. I watched as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her breasts bouncing with each thrust, as Noah moved captured my sight. I wished to wrap my lips around her tit,  and suck as much as I could into my mouth. Swallowing hard, thoughts of marking her with my teeth drove me mad.

They moved together like professional dancers, each move specific and perfect and with purpose. I plunged my fingers into myself every time Noah drove into her. Trembling took over my body, I wanted to climax, but the need to come with them was greater.

Battling my urge bore fruit. Gracie’s body stiffened, and she clung to Noah like a lifeline, as though she was afraid she’d be lost on the tidal waves rushing through her. A sharp moan erupted, but Noah muffled her with a kiss that put the earlier one to shame. One of his hands squeezed her breast, while the other held her ass. My own climax hit me, when I realized that the hand on her ass had a finger embedded between her taut cheeks.

I fought the urge to cry out and my eyes slammed shut as the tremors rocked through me. Panting, I lowered myself back to the lounge chair, sticky and sated. The smell of sex filled the little cabana, and I licked my fingers clean. Falling asleep was the best thing to happen to me on this vacation so far, and I couldn’t wait to see what kind of naughty trouble I could spy upon tomorrow.

As promised, there is more Mischa! She wrote a sexy birthday flash for my Friday Flash meme! You can also visit her sexy, sexy website!

Wicked Wednesday #260 — 2517

Landing in New York felt like landing in another world, or in another year. Like 2517, or something really faraway. 

Eliza walked with her luggage, with Terrence at her side. Her dark shades hid her teary eyes. She tried to hide all of her emotions because if Terrence saw her crying, he would want to know what was wrong and she could not tell him what was wrong.

It was wrong that Paris had again contained their love, tender and brutal–sometimes at the same time. The way he had looked at her when they were getting dressed. He was tightening his belt, and she held a bottle of Severine’s perfume absently between her breasts. Their eyes rested on each other’s bodies and eyes, with ease and comfort. 

That was them, that was how they were. He smiled at her, buckled his belt and pulled their suitcase from under the bed.

“Come here,” he said softly, and she walked over to him. “Sit on this, so I can close it.

Eliza sat on the case, her legs crossed and Severine’s perfume caressed their noses.

It smelled like sweet sex, primal but sweet.

Terrence moved around her, never even touching her. That was not what that was about.

Like now, walking side by side in the airport.  They were close together, but it was not about making love.

Still she was lachrymose, because she could not forget looking in his eyes. The way he looked at her, his scent warm and soft between them. Her floral perfume, not Severine’s primal brew had surrounded them, then packing at the house. But it was still tense between them, still warm and tender and she ached for him.


A tear slipped just under her shade and she looked away from Terrence, because it made her cry she felt so much for him.

She had loved Terrence for days without distraction, and now she was back to Rafe, and their upcoming wedding…

New York felt surreal to not be able to love Terrence like she had in Paris. Like another world, another year hundreds of years away.

Even while she could feel his heat presently, and she burned…
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Friday Flash No. 15 — Tarot Reading/KOTW May 16-31 — Crawling

Her skin snagged along the floor, as she crawled toward him. She looked down to see if she had cut herself, and heard him undo his belt which made her clit so thick it was almost hard to crawl.

Almost, she would get to him, she needed him.

She had cut herself, the moisture of small blood beneath her did not end her progression forward.

Toward him.

Biting her lip, she licked them because they were parched. She had not had time to ready herself for love, but crawled toward him nonetheless. Parking herself in front of him, she looked up into his eyes for a nanosecond, her eye caught the shininess of his undone belt buckle.

But she eyed his throat, eyed the smooth skin there and her tongue leaped out like a lizard. She studied his throat like artwork, admired it and gave into her vulnerability with him.

Her vulnerability was what made him different, she allowed herself to be vulnerable with him. With their love, with their life.

Resting her head on his knee, she kissed the inside of his thigh. She loved his places like that, the parts of him that ached when his hot spots were loved.

“Look up at me,” he said, and she still studied his throat, desperate to love that bit of him. On her knees, she kissed the inside of this thighs and dryly cried for love as he pulled her closer.

The tarot cards on the table, had indicated there would be love…the gauzy fairies on her deck murmured love…

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Masturbation Monday No. 142 — Clouds

Carole looked at Nichy, and Nichy smiled.

She knew what Carole saw.

“Girl, you look fucked!” Carole declared.

Nichy put down her purse on top of her suitcase, and put her hand on her hip.

“Well, because that was what I have been doing…” Nichy stared at her friend.

Are we going to do another show for Drew on the airplane?”

Nichy adjusted her sunglasses and smiled.

She and Carole had made out on a plane to impress Drew, but now she wanted him and her to be much more of a secret.

Looking around at the planes about her, she stared at a cloud and thought about how into Drew she was. How she never wanted to be out of his arms. Her skin ached for his warmth when they were not close together. Inside of her felt like ice, because he was not inside of her.

The clouds moved further and further apart symbolically, like Drew and her.

“Nichy? Are you okay?”

Nichy looked at Carole with a glazed over expression. She almost could not see her friend, as her eyes dampened with tears.

“Yeah, I am good.”

“You’re in love with Drew, aren’t you?”

Nichy knew that she was in love with him, even though she tried to be casual about him. She had been with Gavin, Renee, Tyler, Graham and Michelle almost to the point that it felt incestuous. But with Drew, it was so unexpected. To be in London, and meet him at a bar. Go home with him, and have him blow her mind.

She was cold inside, and ached for him hot and hard either in her mouth or between her legs. They had been in bed moments ago practically. That was why she looked fucked. She was still sore from him riding her so hard, her skin raw from his kisses all over her body, her dress sticking to her from the combination of their fluids.

She had had to put her dress on right after they had had sex, because she could not miss her flight.

“You could, you could and I would pay for you to go back another day…” Drew said kissing her neck, and he knew that was like kissing her labia.

“I have to catch my flight…” she protested softly.

He watched her pull her dress over her head.

“I am keeping these,” he said picking up her thong, and sucking on the string.

He drove her and they were silent mostly. The one time they did talk, they pulled over and she sat on his lap.

Craving his heat.

Now she was cold inside, and in love as the clouds rolled by…

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Why Don’t We Talk More About Masturbation With Kayla Lords?!

Thanks to my soul sister, Leonora (who I refer to as f-dot in my head), for giving me space to ramble about something that’s been on my mind for a while.

Why don’t we talk about masturbation more often? Most of us do it – and frequently. We’ve got toys for it. There’s an entire month to celebrate it (May is Masturbation Month, if you hadn’t heard). I know erotic authors who can write the most hard core, dirtiest, kinkiest, questionable consent story but get a little weirded out when writing about masturbation. Some people don’t even want to say the word! (Okay, I kind of can’t blame anyone for that – it’s kind of a weird word and doesn’t exactly make you think of moaning or screaming orgasms and sexual pleasure.)

Should we introduce ourselves to new people by saying, “Hi, I’m Kayla, and I masturbated before work today”? Probably not. Especially if you’re shaking hands. Awwwwk-waaaard.

But in the online world where many of us have fake accounts and pseudonyms, and we talk about how we want to fuck and be fucked – we don’t talk about masturbation. I say no more!

We need to celebrate masturbation! Flaunt it! Revel in our ability to find pleasure with our hand and maybe a toy.

It’s not cheating when you’re in a relationship. It’s also not gross, yuck, or a “betrayal” as I once heard it referred to. Masturbation is natural and healthy.


Think of all the lies we were told about masturbation back in the day – hairy palms, blindness, no one does it. Fuck that! Everyone does it. And until we admit we masturbate and celebrate it a little more, we’re all going to hide our vibrators or Fleshlights (for the penis-havers out there) like they’re a dirty secret.


I say, “No more! I’m not afraid!”


My name is Kayla Lords, and I love to masturbate. I make myself come so fucking good the neighbors need a smoke when I’m done. I have too many sex toys and not enough cords or batteries, and I like it that way! Except I wish I had more batteries!


Not ready to make that declaration? That’s okay. Stick around with Leonora and I long enough, and you will.


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Wicked Wednesday #259 — Space

Walking back to Terrence, after Severine called her out, Eliza could tell by the way he looked at her that she looked like the cat who had licked the cream. She did not totter, but felt like an astronaut in outer space trying to make sense of gravity. Her emotions swirled about her.Terrence stood up as she approached, and placed his hand on her hip as she sat next to him. The table was still filled with bottles of wine, and the delicious food that Gio had prepared. Gio joked he wanted Severine to eat for two.

Severine stood up, and pregnant, she looked more voluptuous than she had before. She adjusted her shades in her hair, and smiled,

“He just wants my breasts bigger!”

Eliza smiled at Severine, as Gio pulled her close to him.

Terrence placed his hand on her thigh, and Eliza looked down at his hand on her lap. Eliza placed her hand over, and into his.

Her hand remained in his, as they made love much later in Severine’s guest bedroom. They held hands, as if they made a human knot. After they made love, Eliza curled her body against his, held his hand tighter and kissed his shoulder blade.

“Sev–” she started, then realized that Terrence might not be awake.

“What?” he asked groggily.

She started to tell him how Severine had said that she could tell that she was in love with him.

“Sev looks lovely.”

“She is…she is…” Terrence said, and squeezed her hand. “She is in love and happy.”

Eliza knew that she was in love with Terrence, but it was still so precious to her that she could barely tell him.

Only show it with her body spread, and her eyes wide…

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