Masturbation Monday No. 92

Nichy was drowsy from the sun, as Tyler absently moved his finger along the edge of her vintage swimsuit. On her stomach beside him, her equilibrium was restored. She was shell-shocked that Renee and Gavin were engaged. Watching them be together was a little more than surreal to her, but she was well-behaved. She even held Renee’s hand and looked at the gorgeous vintage ring on her friend’s finger. Renee looked at her, and pulled her hand away from her. Nichy looked at Renee, unable to detect what was going on with her. Tyler’s finger stroked the edge of her backside, and teased the sensitive skin between her legs.

“You’re beautiful…” Tyler said to her as absently as his touch. “So beautiful. Renee and Gavin seemed to have beat us to the punch, but I do love you and I want to spend my life with you too and you know that I am not just saying that…”

She almost buried her face in the sand, before she looked up at Tyler over her folded arms.

“I want you to show me why you want to be with me,” she said softly. “I want to know why you want to be with me. Show me.”

Tyler looked out at the water, and Gavin and Renee in the far distance on a walk.

“You want–”

“Before they come back, hurry!”

“I cannot get your swimsuit off…”

“Push the crotch to the side, come on. Come on!”

Nichy pushed the crotch of her vintage swimsuit to the side, when she did, she felt how wet she was and could not help but touch herself. She felt her own soft flesh mesh with her eager wetness. She squeezed her clit just a bit, but was careful because she knew how sensitive she was down there. She rubbed around it on both sides, exploring the side that she played with less and gasped.

Tyler moved her hand, pulled her hand to his mouth and sucked her fingers clean.

He dipped his finger inside her to see if she was still wet. She was of course and he without turning her around, got on top of her and entered her from behind.

It was exactly what Nichy wanted. On top of her blanket, with minimal sand on her legs for him to get inside her from behind.

“You always want it, you always want it,” he said in her ear, as he moved in and out of her and rubbed her clit the way he had watched her do it. That combination was super combustible, and she came before she knew anything else. Her feelings so big, as Renee and Gavin grew smaller in the distance.
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Sinful sunday, Week 269: Surreal Rose

surreal rose

I loved being in London last week, because I got to see so many people who I love and never get to see. I also loved meeting someone I have never met before–in person. I had developed a lovely rapport with Nicolas Laborie online, but there is nothing like the real thing. He is lovely, and this is a random photo that he took of me. Just for fun, and of course with a rose!

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Wicked Wednesday #209 –Opportunities 

Eliza loved every opportunity she had to be with Oscar, and she had to admit, she loved going to the bar and seeing Josephine. Even with all that was going on with Fiona and Alice, she really liked Josephine. She had left work a bit early, so she could chat with Josephine for awhile before Oscar arrived.Josephine looked at her like the kitten who got the cream, and Eliza smiled softly to herself. She knew that Josephine must have gotten lucky. 

She was in awe of Josephine. Besides being gorgeous and well-read, she was constantly being hit on by men and woman alike. She had infinite opportunities to get laid–well at least half of infinity because she preferred women. There was always a pretty woman with her eye on her, and if Josephine wanted she would leave with her.

“You went home with someone!” Eliza grinned, as her friend pressed her usual Laphroaig into her hand with thinly shaved orange rinds.

Josephine looked at her, kitten licking cream grin still on her face.

“I never kiss and tell…” Josephine let her voice trail, saccharine and ironic.

“Is that new?” Eliza answered, sipping her scotch.

“I cannot tell you honey,” Josephine said, caressing her hand. 

“Alice again?”

Eliza saw Josephine shake her head out of the corner of her eye.

“Someone new?”

Josephine nodded.

“Tell me…”

They studied each other. Eliza tilted her head to one side, as if to invite Josephine to tell her who she was with. Josephine took a deep breath.

“Alice’s girlfriend came onto me…”

“Fiona?!”

Josephine nodded.

“You slept with sister-in-law?”

“You’re not married yet!”

“She is my sister-in-law regardless! You took her home?”

“She wanted to know what Alice saw in me, and she is beautiful. It was nice…”

“Nice to fuck my sister-in-law? She is so fragile, you cannot imagine….”

“I can, I fucked her. I know things about her that you cannot know…”

“You know her so well now?!”

Josephine nodded.

“I fucked her of course I know her now…” Josephine studied her before she went on. “I had an opportunity to go home with a gorgeous artist, who is the girlfriend of a girl I was with…I could not resist…”

Before Eliza could say anything, Fiona walked into the bar. Josephine grinned, and kissed Fiona’s lips as if they were cream. Eliza wanted to look away, but she was transfixed by seeing this expression of emotion between two women she was so close to. It was an opportunity to see them as she never had.

And she hoped that it would be a good thing.

Fiona turned to stare at Eliza,

“You told her?” she asked Josephine, without moving her eyes from Fiona.

“Yes, she did.” Eliza answered, and got up to go to the bathroom before Fiona had an opportunity to say more. “Tell Oscar I am in the loo…” Eliza let her voice trail, and walked to the soothing, claustrophobic feeling bathroom.

It was not her business…

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 “crumple,” today I am using “shaved.”

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scotch via wikipedia

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.”

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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…

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Guest Blogger Exposing 40 Exposes All for the Camera!!!

It makes me sad that my elegant friend Exposing 40 lives so far away. I got to spend a few days with her while I was abroad, and even though we talk all the time virtually there is nothing like the real thing. She is amazing! She gave me this stunning guest post, that I now I get to share it with you…

Coming for the Camera

Lovers have photographed me. I have leant back on their cocks, as they pushed up my skirt to let the camera get a better view of my cunt. I have leaned forward as they grabbed my tits in their hands and clicked the shutter. I have looked into the lens, and met its eye as I sucked their cocks. But until you I had never fucked myself for the camera of a man who wasn’t my lover. 

I am an exhibitionist. For as long as I can remember the fantasies that make me come are the ones where I am being watched. And not ones where I am being watched by a secret voyeur, but ones where I am performing – on stage, in a shop window, to neighbors I know are watching…

I knew I would come for you. Even when I was still finding my confidence in the evening, relaxing with my first glass of wine, I knew I would masturbate for you. For your camera. I was surprised when I lay on my bed and slipped my fingers under the fabric of my knickers to find my cunt already wet. Very wet. I hadn’t even been conscious of getting turned on.

As I write this I can feel my cunt pulsing at the memory…

Is your cock twitching now?  

Can you feel it starting to strain against your jeans as you remember me circling my clit with my fingers beneath the lace of my knickers, my breath quickening? Did your cock press against your jeans that night as you pulled my knickers down to my ankles so your camera could get a better view of my cunt. So you could get a better view of my cunt. 

I felt you close at one point. My eyes were closed, but I felt your camera so close it was almost touched me. My hips bucked, my cunt reached up to your camera, as if it were reaching up to greet a cock. As turned on by a camera as I am by a cock.

You fucked me with my glass dildo. Hard. It hurt, but felt good, I wanted it to stop, I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted you to keep fucking me with the dildo. I wanted you to keep photographing me. I fucked myself with the dildo for your camera. I came quickly.  

Later on the sofa you moved around me, you dropped back to the doorway, you photographed from above, you stopped and watched. At one point I opened my eyes and you were lying on the floor, leant back on your elbows, a quiet smile playing on your lips. You looked content. That turned me on more. I wanted to see that look again. 

You moved behind me. You went quiet. I heard the gentle unmistakable sounds of you masturbating. I looked up and caught your eye. I kept masturbating but my mind is racing – I wanted to stop and watch you, I wanted to watch and come as I watched, I wanted you in my mouth. Then the taste of you was on my lips. I came again.

 

Please be sure to leave comments about how sexy and eloquent this post is–I am trying to get the lady to write a TON more!!! 

photo via Exposing 40

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?

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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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