Masturbation Monday No. 47

Even the sheets of the bed made Nichy horny. Her shower had been torturous, soaping her nipples and between her legs and avoiding both areas as much as she could. The silk negligee that she borrowed from Ilona almost made her dissolve. She could not cover herself with the sheets, because she was afraid of even that extra sensation.  But avoidance did not help her, in fact, it made things worse. She heard Gavin moving around in the room next to her, and his lips on hers, a recent memory stained her mind. Nichy caressed her breast unconsciously. Touching her breast made between her legs crackle like a fire. Her hand dove there. 

But then she remembered.

She promised Gavin that she would not come without him. Her hand paused between her legs, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Sleep did not even come close to her, until she stopped hearing Gavin move around in the other room. Her hand caressed her upper thigh as her eyelids got heavier, it soothed her and eased some of the ache of desire. 

In her dream, she had an orgasm. It felt like she dipped her fingers in water she was so wet in the dream and the waves licked back on her fingers. But she knew she was dreaming, when she was awake again though she still felt the soft waves touching her fingers.

But they were not waves, it was Gavin.

“Oh Gavin, I thought I was dreaming–it was you…”

She caressed his head, and closed her eyes as he kissed her hand before removing it from her thigh and kissed everything she had avoided in the shower.

“Shhh,” he said against her labia, and she shook from the vibration. “I am stealing this…”

The silk of Ilona’s negligée puddled over her stomach, and she opened her slick thighs even more to him. His kisses soon turned to licks, his tongue stroked her playfully but with determination. Nichy cried out, and bit into the flesh of her upper arm. If Gavin was staling this pleasure from her, then they had to be quiet. 

Easier said than done.

He threw her leg over his shoulder, and moved in to pleasure her in ways she was not sure she had ever been pleasured. She bit the inside of her arm in actuality at one point, when his tongue sweetly invaded her. She moved against him, desperate to embrace the nirvana that she had denied herself earlier thant he was now giving her.

And then he stopped.

“I wanna see you play with yourself Nichy, I want to see where you touch yourself when you want to get off. I am going to make you come with my tongue in those places…”

Nichy’s fingers already reached for her clit, even before he told her why he stopped. But when he told her he wanted her to do it, she paused.

“Go on Nichy, show me your hot spots. Show me where you would touch yourself, if you were going to make yourself come.”

It was dim in the room, but she was too turned on to be coy. Nichy flicked her clit, and circled her labia when she felt herself getting too excited. Just when she was afraid that she was going to make herself come, Gavin licked her fingers and started mimicking them.

Nichy bit the thin skin of her hand, so she did not scream as Gavin made her come. Her hips stopped undulating, and she had not even realized they were until they stopped. He kissed her split, and ran his touch through her pubic hair. She caressed his hair, as he placed kisses all over her lower torso. In the morning she would have bites and love marks all over.

She started to caress her breast when, Gavin pulled her leg over his shoulder again. This time, he kissed her ass. No one had ever kissed her there before, and it felt nice. As his tongue played there, the guttural sounds that vibrated through her body made her come even before he really had explored the area.

He laughed, and knelt between her legs.

“Good night Nichy,”

“Gavin!” she gasped, sitting up straight when he got off of the bed.

“Darling Nichy? You said you did not want to here. Do you want more?”
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mid-1920s nightgowns worn by the brox sisters via wikipedia

Sinful Sunday, Week 224: Wesselmann (Lips)

       

ring pop courtesy of Kate Allure. candid photos taken by my friend Del Carmen, who wrote this red hot TIE ME UP excerpt.

  

Tom Wesselmann via pinterest

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Greetings and Salutations for Eroticon 2015

I am truly excited to be going to Eroticon, this is my third time…well fourth if you include the one that was in the US. I did my first Eroticon meet and greet last year–I started this blog with that post as a matter of fact, because I did not have one at the time! So here I am being social again: 

NAME (and Twitter name if you have one)

F. Leonora Solomon (@fdotleonora)

Is this your first time at Eroticon? If Yes, what is your favourite memory from a previous Eroticon and if No, what are you most looking forward to at Eroticon 2015?

Not sure it is a favorite memory, but I did read one of my stories in front of a group for the first time last year. I was ridiculously nervous! But it ended up well, very supportive environment. I was happy to get through it!

Which 3 sessions have you already earmarked as definitely going to?

Oooooh, this is HARD!!! It is going to be a game-time decision in some cases. There are always so many great sessions!

What drink will you be ordering at the bar on the Saturday night?

Something with gin or (rye) whiskey. Might try to recreate a cocktail I love from here.

If you wrote an autobiography what would it be called?

Something with the word butterfly in it, I think. Someone brought me back a t-shirt from Hawaii with a butterfly on it, because they said I remind them of one. 

Where are you writing this post and what 5 things can you see around you (not including the device you are writing on)?

I am on a NYC train, and see an older man in a lace slip, a lot of sunglasses (I do not have a pair), the Brooklyn Bridge, the sun and rough waves below in the water…

And the last one… If you could go out to dinner with any 5 sex bloggers or erotic writers, regardless of whether they are coming to Eroticon or not who would they be?

Oh I cannot answer this question! It is why I do not have a best friend–there are so many people in this sex blogger/erotic writer circle I am in that I would love to have dinner with…one of the reasons I am so excited to be going to Eroticon again!

Mingle with more Eroticon attendees here, hosted by the elegant Molly Moore!

Total Blog Takeover by Tabitha Rayne!!!

Next week I am going to Eroticon, and I am TERRIBLY unhappy I am not going to see Tabitha Rayne! I had worked with her and knew she was a sexy author, but in person? She is beautiful and radiant, the more I get to know her the more evident it becomes. She is a brilliant writer and artist, so I asked her to take over my blog! Without further ado, my friend and guest blogger, Tabitha Rayne!!!

Oooh I love coming to F.Leonora’s place.Did you know she is the founder of Man Ray Monday? Monday is now my favourite day of the week thanks to that, and Masturbation Monday which she always takes part.

I’ve been toying with this idea for a few days now and never found the time to make a start so when F Dot invited me over and talk about something surreal – and to appeal to her visual side – I thought, perfect! Now’s my chance.

I’ve been thinking about fractal fucking. 

  
My favourite plant is bracken. The way it unfurls into never ending versions of itself makes me thrilled and overjoyed at being alive to witness it. It’s a fucking miracle of mathematics, nature and engineering. I am in awe every time I see one. I have lots in my garden. I can’t go by a bracken plant when I’m out walking – I have to take a close look.

I love the way the underside of the fronds are so similar to the tentacles of an octopus or squid. They remind me of the incredible erotic Japanese wood block by Katsushika Hokusai, ‘Dream of The Fisherman’s Wife’.

When I’m writing orgasms I often think of them as a folding in on the self – a journey into your existence where you fracture and fragment into tiny perfect copies of yourself, spiralling into that infinitesimal space where you begin and end. 

Far out.

Fractals are orgasmic to me.

I adore them. To me, they describe precisely what it is like to be in the middle of an orgasm.

So this blog is the foundation bones of a story I am writing about this very thing – the earthy delights of fractal fucking. 

Surreal? 

I’ll let you know when I get the story done – perhaps one Monday…

Thank you for having me Lovely Miss F 

X x x

Wicked Wednesday #164: Cowboy, Biker, Rope

“I broke up with Rafe.” Eliza was on set with Marcus, on his new project Cowboy, Biker, Rope. It was racier than his previous endeavors. He played twins: a cowboy and a biker. They ended up in a dark scheme to abduct a woman against their will. One of them falls in love with her, and the other discovers his rope fetish with her. They all work together to turn the tables on the man who made their situation the way it was. 

At the moment, he was dressed as the biker. Decadent scruff on his face and makeup to make his body look slick. His jeans that showed off all of his assets, made Eliza swoon. She was hot for him, and it was the most inappropriate time for her to feel this way. Marcus was the one who made her realize that her perfect relationship was not perfect. Secretly, she knew it was not, but she wanted so desperately to believe it was.

“So it is my fault? It is my fault you ended it with your fiancé?” Marcus stared at her.

She felt uncomfortable. It was his fault but not for the reasons that she wanted him to believe.

“I did not say that.”

“Sandrine and I are solid. We are going to be together after this, because I am going to let her explain to me when she comes back from Paris. Don’t you think that Rafe deserves the same thing?”

Eliza stood up, and looked down at him.

“I just wanted you to know how it ended.”

She turned to walk away from him, and he caught her faster than she could ever have imagined.

“Why do you want me to know you left him?”

Her eyes were filled with tears when she looked back at him.

“Because you are the only person who really knows why, who understands why. It wasn’t just Sandrine, or Severine or any of his girls. I just needed to not hold on anymore, I have been holding on for so long. We never had what you and Sandrine have, Marcus.”

He pressed her to the wall. He caressed her face, and wiped her tears with the backs of his fingers.

“I know, I know…” He held her, and she cried in his arms. She cried for everything she needed to cry for. For Rafe, for staying with him and losing him. Then tears came for Oscar, who wanted to forget her. Marcus held her so close to him, she could feel every nuance of his leather and denim clad body.

“It was supposed to be about us, about you and me. I wanted…”

Eliza cried all the more. Marcus had been wooing her and now she had left her fiancé, and was coming to him at the most unromantic time she could have possibly come to him.

“I know,” she choked. “If I wanted to believe that Rafe was more calculating, I would have said that he got involved with Sandrine because he was jealous that we were getting closer.”

“No, he treats you like he doesn’t care about you, but he loves you. I know he loves you, there is no question.”

“How can you be so certain of him when I am not?”

“Because I know when a man loves a woman.”

Eliza pressed her face against his chest.

“You are a better man than I ever would have imagined. I hate to say that, but you are. Sandrine is very lucky.”

“I am very lucky to have a wife like her…you are beautiful…”

Eliza felt the headiness she always felt when Marcus started seducing her. He was not pressing her for anything, but she knew he knew he did not have to do much to get to any woman. The actress on the set was already slayed from acting with him. Eliza saw her in the tabloids as a gorgeous woman who was used to getting what she wanted. She had been linked to many leading men in her movies, and looked like Marcus was her expected prize. She walked around after the scene still bound in rope, and barely much else. 

But Marcus looked only at her, touched her now like she was the only woman there.

“There are lots of beautiful women around you,” she said looking up at him.

He took her hand, and walked her past endless crew and into his dressing room. Eliza pouted, and he kissed her pouting mouth. She could barely breathe, he kissed her so thoroughly. Her arms went about him to brace herself, and because she wanted to be held and kissed. 

By him.

“Sandrine said to be good to you,” he said. “To comfort you anyway I can.”

Panting she stared at him.

“I bet you will.”

“Will you let me? Why did you come here to tell me you broke your engagement?”

“Just hold me,” she rasped, her arms tightened about him. 

There were so many feelings swirling around her. She felt just like the young starlet that was Marcus’ leading lady. Bound in emotions and barely anything else guiding her. Logic a distant memory…

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rope via wiki commons

Masturbation Monday No. 46

Ilona did not stop staring at Nichy, and she almost wondered if Ilona could tell.Nichy often fell asleep in the back of a taxi. Between the exhaustion of not having slept well the night before…and the exhaustion of unfulfilled desire…she fell asleep as usual. The city images that flashed by her window, lulled her to sleep.

She dreamt about a lot of nonsensical things, as she did when she was exhausted. But the unfulfilled desire component, included her dreaming of lying on a bed of actual frosting. Or at least what she imagined to be frosting, sweet and sticky all over her body. Especially between her legs. She dampened her finger with her tongue, because it was the stickiness there that concerned her most in her dream. Her moist finger quickly disappeared inside of her, curling and beckoning herself to come here. It was not long before she came, her tongue hanging out of her mouth to lick at the frosting around her.

Startled awake, she felt her face against the now damp with condensation window of the cab, and she was actually grabbing her crotch.

Her eyes darted to Gavin, who smiled.

“You promised not to Nichy, you cheated…” he whispered.

“What?” she questioned indignantly. She was going to pretend that she did not know. Even as she panted, and felt the fleeting aura of her orgasm.

“Come on,” he said taking her offending hand from between her legs. “We’re here.” 

He kissed her hand, and raised it to his mouth. 

“I can smell you.” He said pressing his nose to her fingers, before he put her fingers one by one in his mouth and sucked. “I can taste you…”

Nichy gasped, closing her eyes. Because they had not had sex yet, every place he touched her was like touching her clit. Every place he touched her, was like she was going to come.

“You’re going to make me come again!” she hissed.

“Again?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow.

His phone vibrated and he looked down at it with one hand, while still sucking her fingers.

“Ilona’s contractions are still pretty far apart…She said they might send her home.”

“She knows I am coming with you?”

Gavin nodded, his lips twisted in an ironic smile.

“Ilona is very nice, but she will probably tease you a bit.”

Gavin was right, Ilona smiled at her and stared at her in a knowing way.

“Hey, they are sending me home, Gav. I am not quite ready yet. I need to have the contractions closer together,” Ilona said still looking at Nichy. “I got dressed as soon as I could, so I could meet your friend looking half decent!

“You look gorgeous,” Nichy said extending her hand, the one Gavin had not been sucking. “I’m Nichy.”

“You’re lovely! I have not even got any makeup on!” Ilona laughed.

Nichy smiled, and faded into the background to let the cousins chat. Gavin and Ilona made sure to bring her into the fold. Ilona was amazing to Nichy, so graceful while she was having contractions intermittently. They walked to her apartment which was not far away, since moving was supposed to help the labor along.   

“Wine?” Ilona offered shortly after they arrived. 

“Not for you!” Gavin said.

Ilona glared at him, one hand on her hip.

“For the two of you. I can only imagine how hard it has been since the blackout for the two of you. You can stay here tonight if you like.”

“Thanks,” Gavin looked at Nichy. It took Nichy a moment to realize he was looking at her for her approval. 

She nodded.

“I just went shopping so there is a ton of food,” Ilona said stretching. “I’ll be right back. If I am home again, I might as well be comfortable.”

By the time she was out of the room, Gavin placed his hand on Nichy’s thigh, and kissed her.

“All I am thinking about is you in the guest bed. Ilona has nicer accommodations than I do, so we are lucky…”

Nichy stared at him.

“I am not going to…here in your cousin’s apartment!”

“Illy won’t care, I have seen her with her husband before they were married! She will not care at all.”

Nichy shook her head.

“I can’t. Here.”

Gavin looked at her, brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her temple.

“I understand, but are you going to sleep? Knowing we are divided only by a wall?”

Nichy closed her eyes and nodded. Wiping her hand over her suddenly damp upper lip, she could smell the faint musk of herself on her hands even though Gavin had licked them. She knew she would smell herself in that guest bed tonight, making herself come alone.

Again.

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red velvet frosting via pixabay

Wicked Wednesday #163 – Hormones & Kink of the Week, July 1-16: Leashes/Leads

“It is all hormones with you and Rafe,” her mother had said to her, when she started seeing him. “That young man has something carnal about him, even I am not immune. Everything seems so pristine, his background, his family. But he is like a wildcat. Something that cannot be domesticated.”
Eliza remembered how frank her mother was with her when she told her that they were in a relationship. She had not even told her mother about Sandrine, or anything else. He came to dinner at their holiday house, which Eliza was a little embarrassed was so much more modest than his parents’ home which she had been sneaking into.

Even at the dinner table she was barely able to keep her hands off of him. Even with her parents present, she could not keep her hands off of him. Both of them ate eat one-handed, because their hand was on the other’s thigh or some part.

“He is not the kind of man that you get serious about,” her mother said washing dishes with her later. 

Eliza thought that when he proposed to her, she thought that she had captured him. But to be honest, she always wondered how long she would hold him.

“You know the night that we met was one of those nights,” she said now to Oscar. “The engagement was like a leash, it was almost like I should have had a fancy diamond-encrusted collar about his neck…”

A lost memory was resurrected, of being at one of Fiona’s racier openings. There was a man dressed in an elegant suit, with a woman in a gorgeous flesh-colored dress that made her more naked than she would have been if she was actually naked. The woman wore a collar, but her leash was tangled in a pile at the edge of the heels of her flesh-colored Christian Louboutins. She held Rafe close that night, the tightness of her arm like a leash with no room for him to break free.

Her arms about her neck now as if to strangle herself, Eliza let her breasts rest along Oscar’s body. He came inside her hotel room, pushed her up against the wall, and kissed her bruising kisses that she would run her fingers over in the morning. But almost at the same time, they realized that it was not smart. Her broken engagement, his relationship with Polly…but they could not keep their bodies apart. Lying on the bed, Oscar stared up at the ceiling. Clutching her hair in a tight vise, he held her locks like a thick leash. He controlled how far she moved her head.

“And with me? With me what is it? Hormones too?”

She looked up his torso to his face, as he released her hair.

“Maybe you were love at first sight?”

Oscar chuckled, continuing to play with her hair.

“I am not sure it was love at first sight. But we both wanted to fuck each other!”

Eliza kissed what of his stomach, peeked through his partially open shirt.

I fell in love with you in Shanghai, you broke me there too…”

Oscar sat up leaning back on his hands, she pressed his chest softly savoring the familiar feeling of it under her fingers.

“It is okay, it was not okay for a time…but now it is.”

He held her hand.

“I’ll always love you Eliza, even if we are not together, I will always love you.”

“I love you,” she said.

Before the tear fell over her lips, Oscar’s mouth was on hers. He licked the saltiness of the tear from her lips. It felt like hormones motivated them as she completely unbuttoned his shirt, and kissed his chest. He fisted her hair again making her look at him, she stopped like any animal would when its leash was pulled. There was a not so gentle thump between her legs, as she realized where she was going.

What she wanted.

“I love you,” he said disengaging himself from her, and buttoning his shirt. “But I am not going to be Rafe’s replacement again.”

Eliza curled up in a ball on the bed, clutching the sheets as if for dear life. She knew he was right, but she did not want him to be right. 

“I love you,” he said again, bending to kiss her cheek. 

She heard the door close solidly behind him, and was glad that the doors locked automatically and required a code in this hotel. Not that it mattered, she remained up for the entire night in a ball on the bed like a watchdog.

Without trying, I combined memes! More Wicked Wednesday here, and more Kink of the Week here.

  
  
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E[Lust] No. 72

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Six Important Reasons Not to Fake an Orgasm
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Masturbation Monday No. 45

I knew a girl named Nikki 

I guess you could say she was a sex fiend 

I met her in a hotel lobby 

Masturbating with a magazine 

–Darling Nikki by Prince



Sitting in the cab next to Gavin was the most arduous labor she had ever experienced in her entire life. He was semi-hard, his shirt ruffled almost crumpled over his belt. She had her head on his shoulder, and looked along his very tempting torso. The way his shirt crumpled made her think of a tissue that he might have used, to wipe the come after he had brought himself to satisfaction.

But neither of them had done that, they had not had time to do anything but run out of the hotel room. Nichy felt him put his arm about her hesitantly, and she knew it was not because he felt awkward expressing emotion. He must have felt like her. She would have been willing in the back of the taxi with him, she knew people did things like that and she never would have imagined doing it until right now with him. Instead she fell into his embrace, her head on his shoulder looking at his shirt and him getting harder.

When she first met Gavin, she was on the elevator with him heading to her interview with their company. It was her second interview, and even though she knew that was a good thing she was nervous. But seeing him took her out of her anxiety just like that. He was so good-looking, that she could not stop staring at him between rapid blinking. At one point, he looked at her with a smile, and she smiled back. When they got to the floor, she realized they were walking to the same office. He held the door for her, letting her walk past him. The heat and hardness of his body were tiny whispers, but she was not able to get her mind off of him after she got hired. All of her interactions with him were pleasant, if few because they did not work in the same department. He was always friendly and polite. Her crush on him mounted up to now, sitting next to him in this taxi. Before very recently she could only soothe the pressure from her lust, by going home and touching herself. The first time it happened in the office bathroom, she was not sure what more she could do. If she was going to spontaneously combust or what. 

She closed her eyes on his shoulder, and he held her even closer to him. Nichy pressed her legs tight together, she knew if she kept just the right amount of pressure she would come and maybe she would be able to operate. 

Gavin sat up suddenly, and put his hand on her thigh. She sat up with him, and looked out of the window. Her eyes darted toward his, when she felt his fingers roughly searching for the crotch of her underwear through her skirt.

When his fingers touched her, right at the core, she blinked and gasped. He rubbed her, and she looked at him. Was he going to make her come in the back of the taxi?

He stopped, put his arm about her and pressed his lips to her cheek before whispering in her ear.

“I saw you pressing your legs together, and I do not want you to come darling Nichy, until I make you come…”

Nichy felt a delicious tingle like currency run along her labia, and trill around her clit. She pressed her legs together again, and he hit her thigh playfully but sternly. Placing her head on his shoulder again, she reached for his crotch. Letting her fingers play along his shaft and balls, she found his head and teased him through his pants.

“Okay, you can’t either.”

Gavin smiled, and placed his hand over hers.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” 

Nichy looked out of the window again. There was not another place in the world that she would rather be than here. Because even with gratification delayed, she was with Gavin and that was more than enough for her.

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filtered photo of a nyc taxi via wikipedia

Sharing My Inspiration

Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.–Virginia Woolf



I read this gorgeous post by Molly of Molly’s Daily Kiss, and loved the beginning where she writes that she had never written in detail about the experience she began the post with. She notes however that this experience has spilled into her fiction. 

Years ago when I was in college, a guy asked me if he would show up in one of my stories? I said maybe–his arm, his leg or some other part of him. He looked at me like I was a witch, and I gave him a Mona Lisa smile. Another guy talked to me with restraint, because he said I was a writer and made up stuff. That I had to be a good liar. He made me feel like a witch at Salem.

We writers are magical people, we write the world–real or imagined–with our slant. Everything that I write is not about me, and may not be my experience but it is my slant, my take. My fiction is usually either something that I am curious about, so I create a circumstance that I have to research to make it ring true. The other times, it is my life experience to the exponential. So if I felt or experienced ABC, I would write ABC to the second power. For me it would be far too boring to write verbatim about my life, so I make it more extraordinary and sparkly!

When I studied writing in school, I learned two things that I apply to anything I write: a) write about what I know (or research it to know it) and b) the problem with writing about things that really happened to you is that you try to recreate it exactly. I do not know anyone who has a photographic memory, and trying to write something to become like an old photograph? Exactly that way it was? It means nothing gets written at all.

Even if you write about something that is completely outside of your experience, you still season the piece–with you. The reason why someone is always in Paris in Wicked Wednesday, is because I am a Francophile! The office that Nichy and Gavin work in for Masturbation Monday, is remarkably like the one I currently work in. There is always a piece of me in my writing, whether I plan it or not. Reoccurring themes, scenes, things always seem to occur. Sometimes I write something and get a sense of dejá-vü because I have written something like that before, and I might write it again. My writing is not different from my dreams, which are filled with reoccurring events as well. I use my dreams as fodder for fiction too. 

So what I told the first guy was true, anyone I know might appear in one of my stories. Most likely, a mannerism of theirs, or some other small or large detail. And the other guy was right too, I do make up stuff I hope in a convincing fashion, and I cherish my ability to do so.

Frederic Leighton’s Flaming June on view now at the Frick