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Friday Flash No. 2 — XXX

When she was a teenager, she walked past an XXX movie theater going to school every day. She was naive about sex, so she stared at those glossy pornographic images with preternatural adolescent interest. Especially the one of the lady with the fruit salad between her legs, holding a fork above the fresh fruit.

But it was now, late at night with him in one of the passages that led from one forty-somethingeth street to another, that she felt the most salacious she ever had in Times Square. He kissed her neck, and slapped her thigh as he pulled it about him.

She did not know how to resist him. He made her feel like she would do anything with him, anywhere.

And she was.

His fingers moved in a tight maze over her thigh to her wet lips. She wanted him, he did not have to question it one bit. Her panties were soft and damp, and her hips undulated intuitively as he stroked just the very edge of her lips.

She pulled his hair, the long strands that fell about his shoulders. Her tongue reached out for the sweat on his skin, derived from the set that he had performed at a nearby bar. She was in the audience, she loved watching him. The him that bloomed onstage with the music that he loved. He played the drums like he was possessed, and the rhythm went though her body like a jungle melody. She knew he was going home with her, she knew she was going to be with him like this.

When she pulled his hair, his breath deepened and she knew that he was aroused. She did not care if anyone walked by and saw. They were shadowed, but she did not care. Times Square was cleansed for those who did not look deep enough, for the XXX exposed but hidden there.

He pulled her hair, and she moaned. His scent and his heat, seared her like a brand. She could not press her legs together, he held her open and she licked her lips.

Her lips pursed…

XXX

There! I have contributed my own XXX story for Friday Flash–won’t you join me???

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Masturbation Monday No. 81 — Make Me Sweat

Nichy lie in a puddle on her bed, she could still feel Gavin inside her. He was getting more or less dressed beside her.

MJ was coming to her apartment.

“I was just startled to see her name Nichy, it was not like I actually called you MJ,” he had said to her.

Nichy knew in her heart of hearts he was right, but hearing his ex’s name while he was inside her.

While she came….

She tried to convince Gavin that he did not have to prove anything to her. It was not like they had to do that. He asked her if he could ask MJ to her place, because it would make a statement.

And it sure did.

Maggie Jane walked into his house in slouchy dancer clothes. Her long, shapely legs were adorned with leg warmers, and she had on a mini dress over opaque tights. She still looked like a goddess, even dressed like that. Nichy threw on a slip, and a silk robe. She stood in her living room to acknowledge Maggie Jane.

“Thank you for letting me come over,” Maggie Jane smiled at Nichy.

Nichy nodded, and went to go back to her bedroom. Gavin looked at her with a desperate expression on his face.

“Nichy…” His voice stopped her from moving. “Nichy, whatever MJ has to say to me, she can say in front of you.”

Nichy saw the exasperation on Maggie Jane’s face.

“Fine,” Maggie Jane said, looking between them. “I just wanted to let you know that my mother died, and that I am going to be out of town.”

Nichy sat on her bed in her room alone, before she even realized she had left. Gavin had been close with Maggie Jane’s mother, and they were reminiscing. There was no reason to have to be between them playing the jealous girlfriend.

Her phone buzzed on her dresser, and she picked it up. Happy for the distraction. This time when she saw the peach, it was Renee with her legs spread open.

Thinking about you… the text from Renee said simply.

She was going to text Renee, when she saw that she had another text. Seeing Tyler’s name made her pause. Renee and her were lovers now, but Renee had always texted her about something or another because they had been friends first. But with Tyler, she never got texts until they became lovers.

Hey baby…he had texted her. His full erection was in his fist, and she saw a look of complete ecstasy on his face.

The fact that both of them had texted her separately was endearing to her.

She was on their minds even though they were not with her, and she realized that their connection was intense. She pulled off her silk robe and nightgown, and seeing her own naked reflection made her twitch even more between her legs. Nichy put one leg up on the bed, before lying back and placing her fingers over the naked flesh between them. She pressed the button for video, as she played with her damp hair there. She sent the salacious video to Renee and Tyler.

Thinking of you too…she texted, before she got under the sheets. It was while later, that she heard the front door of her apartment close. She closed her eyes, anticipating Gavin getting back into bed with her.

“You’re amazing…” He breathed between her shoulder blades when he got back into the bed, before cradling her breasts.

“I am sorry for your loss…” she said absently.
“MJ’s…yeah…” he whispered, then even more quietly. “I am not thinking about anyone else when I am in bed with you…”
The timbre of his voice made her sweat with desire…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 258 — Open Book

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Guest Blogger Eden Freed Teases Us with Violet Blooms!!!

BDSM Writers Con was AMAZING, mostly because I got to meet so many people who I am still in touch with. Eden Freed is awesome, we made instant friends and I was so happy about her first release Violet Blooms! I told her she had to come visit me, and she has…come to tease us a bit!

After meeting you at Charley Ferrer’s BDSM Writers Con I knew that you and your readers would love a little tease. My very first published story, Violet Blooms, was just released on Amazon Kindle Books As a virgin to the world of romance and erotica writing this was as much fun to write, as it was to watch people adjusting their seat while they read it, but that’s just my style. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of watching people squirm with pleasure. Enough foreplay! Here’s some information about the book.

Blurb

A young aspiring actress, majoring in Theatre Arts, must overcome mediocrity and learn to take direction in time to be discovered by a talent scout during her final performance. Her new acting coach decides to teach her direction through a non-conventional method: an introduction to BDSM. Will Violet have what it takes to learn the art of role-play, or will she end up on the “casting couch?”

Now, before I give you some little snippets from the book, I have to say that everyone’s introduction to BDSM is unique and utterly unforgettable. It can lure you in like a burlesque show, make you slide out of your seat and if you’re lucky enough, you’ll find someone to play with over and over again. ‘Nuff said.

Here are some snippets picked especially for you:

“Frankly, you frustrate me Violet. I could teach you,” he said and I felt Chase’s hand grip my wrist and pull it towards him. Something in his face changed from excitement to concern and he let go of me and straightened out his shirt. He sat back in his seat and blew out through pursed lips before he said, “There are rules.”

Without even hiking my jeans and underwear back up, I sat bare-assed on the cool leather couch and awaited my punishment. My lower lip was trembling with nervous anticipation. I could feel my breaths coming in short gasps keeping time with Blythe’s quick footsteps as he returned.

***

I loved each sub for who they were, but I wasn’t in love with them. Detaching myself from my subs a little made me a better master. I was more objective and able to exact obedience from them. One look at Violet pushed all of my reservation aside. I wanted to possess her completely and utterly.

***

“Love isn’t easy. It takes courage. There are days when you just want to walk away and call it quits because you feel as raw inside as you do outside, but you don’t go because it would hurt even more,” she said and sighed. I felt the same way. Georgette looked at me for a moment and asked, “Did you want me to make a collar for her?”

Hope you had fun with these. With BDSM practice makes perfect, you know. Have fun playing!

Oh, and don’t forget to stop by my blog, and visit my Liquid Friday Blog for fun authors and cocktails.

Eden Freed grew up in a busy city on the East Coast with a keen eye for observing people and a love of music. After moving to the quieter suburbs, she suddenly found herself with plenty of free time on her hands and a knack for writing and public speaking. After college she tried many careers, including professional entertainer. Eden kept writing for her own enjoyment until she decided to write her first book, a YA fantasy novel, as a gift for a dear friend. After that Eden has tinkered with several genres, but has a soft spot for BDSM erotica and women’s fiction.

A bookworm, Eden always has something to read with her. She has a lust for knowledge and enjoys the title of resident geek at home with her husband and children. When Eden isn’t enjoying treks through nature or time on the beach, she’s shooting her traditional bow at field targets or gaming.

Look for more of Eden’s books, and some of her favorite authors on her blog www.EdenFreed.com

Wicked Wednesday #198 — Zombie

Eliza was a little tipsy—she had had two Laphroaigs with her new friend, Josephine. It was really nice for her to sit with a girlfriend, and talk about Oscar and Rafe.
Rafe.
At the hotel bar, they played a mix of songs that included The Doors, fronted by the object of Eliza’s zombie crush. Eliza loved classic rock, and The Doors were one of her favorite bands. In ways, Rafe reminded her of Jim Morrison and she was like Pamela Courson. They were not dissimilar from the couple, aside from the drugs, booze and rock and roll. Their relationship had been beyond tumultuous.
But Eliza knew that she had a connection to Rafe that she could not ever ignore, and it was the same with him. Fiona had told her how he had fallen apart when she broke their engagement. Until he called her at the hotel, and she told him which room she was in…she had tried so hard to forget him. But the moment that he walked into her room, she remembered all too well. It was why this time she felt so much more adhesived to him.
She leaned against the door frame now, as she held her keys in her hand to avoid jingling them. Bouncing on her heels, she kicked off her shoes. Barefoot, she found Rafe coming out of the bathroom. She kissed him, wrapped her arms about his neck and put all her of weight on him.
“You’ve been drinking,” he smiled, wrapping his arms about her.
“I made a friend, I am not drunk…” She kissed him again, she knew that she did not have to do much to encourage him. He pulled her close against him, and kissed her slow and soft.
Eliza kept hearing the lyrics from the The Doors song, “Easy Ride” in her head. There was a line in “Easy Ride,” about exploring the mess that you are. She was a mess, fresh off the street and her makeup smeared from kissing him. Her clownish face in the mirror confronted her, but her body moved in pre-orgasmic bliss to “Easy Ride” playing in her mind.
Rafe moved with her, even though he did not know what she was moving to. Eliza pressed herself to him, and swayed.
“And I know it’s going to be an easy ride…” she sang off-key.
And it was.

I know you want to hear “Easy Ride” now, right?

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E[lust] No. 80 featuring A Bit of Filth and a Picture of Me…

Photo courtesy of Penny’s Dirty Thoughts

This is E[lust] 80, and my story “A Bit of Filth” is included. And this time, one of my photographs is on the side bar. You might recognize this one…
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Enjoy!!!

Welcome to Elust #80 –

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #81 Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Something Meaningful
The debate goes on
Trim

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

No Take Backsies: Sexual “Politeness”
THE Process

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

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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!

Masturbation Monday No. 80

Nichy heard her breath deepen as she lie on her side. Gavin’s arm was stretched out in possession it felt like, across her body.

And she loved it.

He had made love to her like a madman. She barely had time to catch her breath when they went to his place.

He pulled her hair, and she rolled her neck in response inside the apartment. She closed her eyes at the soothing sensation, as he pressed her up against the wall and rolled her head against the wall. The sound of her head bobbing the wall mirrored the throb of her heart and between her legs. His lips seared her when they touched her skin.

“I wanted to touch you the entire time I was away Nichy…” Gavin said, against her neck.

Later Nichy nuzzled into him as they spooned. She felt safe and protected, with his body behind hers. His breath comforted her.

On her dresser, she saw her phone flash in the dark. The quick glimpse of a juicy peach let her know it was Renee. She picked up the phone, and when she did she saw Renee and Tyler. Tyler was curled over Renee, who was on all fours. The image was a reflection from the mirror, in what Nichy assumed must have been Tyler’s apartment where she had never been.

She snuggled deeper into Gavin, the warmth of his body and the lack of pretense. She knew Renee and Tyler were giving it to her because she was with Gavin. Renee had been all over her before she got to the airport, and Tyler had nagged her so much about her never going to his place. The picture of them having sex was manipulative, and she felt happy that was not what she and Gavin were about.

He wrapped his arm about her breasts and kissed her neck right then.

Nichy savored his touch.

“Gavin?” she whispered.

He did not answer and she realized he was still asleep. She closed her eyes but then she caught a flash of his phone. She saw MJ from Spider Man, and her blood ran cold. Gavin had told her that he used to call his ex Maggie Jane, MJ. And for her, he used the MJ image on his phone as his image for her.

Nichy’s nipples became icy under his touch. She knew that they were not committed, and that was why she was able to get involved with Renee and Tyler while he was away. But he had told her that he was not in contact with MJ anymore. Why was she calling him this late at night?

Her nipples warmed, as Gavin caressed them. He kissed her neck, and her breath became heavier. When he touched her, she stopped thinking about MJ. He was with her, and her body ached for him. Her body responded to him with the same ease, with which she slipped under him and he covered her body.

His phone buzzed, and she looked up at him.

“MJ,” he said, under his breath.

While he was still inside her…

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Kink of the Week, March 1-15: Needle Play

It was an accident really.

Laura was enjoying herself with Charles, her body arched up toward him and his hands splayed over the small of her back. She felt so cherished beneath his hands, so she was startled when she felt something like a third hand from Charles scratch her.

It was not until after when she was spooning with him, that he kissed her back and told her he tasted blood. There was a spring poking out of the mattress, and she had an ugly scratch on her back that she did not even fully feel because she was floating with endorphins from their lovemaking.

It was then, that she wanted to play with sharp instruments while they were having sex. Something about being so aroused that she did not feel pain, turned her on hard.

They played with a knife, with the thorns of a rose…safety pins and finally needles.

When Charles caressed her earlobes with a needle while he was kissing her neck, Laura actually responded to the sharp tip as if he had touched her clit. It was a sharp sensation, but felt nice as he caressed her earlobe. When he scratched her ear with the needle, she closed her eyes and like always…she came. She started to need that extra roughness to come, or more so she needed the sharp pinch to contrast her orgasm. Like sweet and sour, she needed both extremes to come.

Wanting even more, wanting to be pushed even more, she started looking at needle art.

Maybe a temporary corset? She saw a picture in a magazine for an alternative model. The woman looked like Bettie Page, and in her full-color spread, she had a gorgeous temporary corset piercing. Big pins kept the corset’s ribbons in place.

Laura noticed that that model was going to be in her city, on a book tour for her coffee table book on corset piercings. The book was expensive, but Laura wanted to talk to her. She wanted to know more.

On the line, she caressed the tip of her finger with a safety pin. Laura even liked solo needle play now. She would slip the needles thought the very tip of her finger, and then play with herself. Once the needle just grazed her clitoris…

…and she came so hard.

Squeezing her legs together and playing with the needle, she came right there on the line. Right before she was to talk with the fetish model, and she was so embarrassed because she was panting and sweating.

Laura got off the line.

At home, she caressed her clit after she took the needles out of her fingers. She had raised skin on the tips of her fingers, and she caressed herself with those tips. The roughness was not as good as a pin, but it did make her feel so sensitive…she came again. She made herself come over and over.

Finally, on the bed with her legs spread and her eyes closed, she felt the tip of a needle on her stomach. Her eyes flew open.

She had not even heard Charles come in. When she opened her eyes, he was caressing her with a needle and she came harder than she had all afternoon…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 257 — Noir

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Friday Flash No. 2 — XXX

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Wicked Wednesday #198 — Zombie

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