Sep 302013
 

M’s monthly favorites:

An excellent article on the clitoris. Many find it odd that I don’t prefer this stimulation, so I like it immensely. “It only functions within the context of that whole person, with their moods and morals and body image and emotional needs.” – The Dirty Normal

“You can live in a monogamous institution and you can negotiate monotony, or you can live in a non-monogamous choice and negotiate jealousy. Pick your evil” Esther Perel has been a woman I’ve been reading for awhile now, and yes, I know the article was published in August, but she attached it in September, so I’m counting it.

The Erotic Writer made me hold my breath in slow anticipation with the words sliding into me. My favorite line, “Your mouth is dry, and I am liquid.”

 
Girl on the Net discusses the need for fucking rather than the sweet desire for sex. I certainly feel this way from time to time in my marriage. It is the ultimate reset button, and she expresses her needs eloquently.

 Posted by at 12:49 pm
Sep 282013
 

A continuation of three perspectives of a threesome

***Friend: We found ourselves all laying next to each other – with a guy on each side of her. We were able to both fondle and induce pleasure on her at the same time, with each of us ever so intently sucking on each one of her bountiful boobs. I knew at the same time we were doing this that it was not enough, therefore my hand founds its way first to her bristle patch, feeling all the curls in between my fingers. Not being able to contain myself, I started to play with her outer pussy lips, slowly at first, slipping them into her so I could feel the warmth, moistness on my fingers. I continued to move them around faster and without warning, drove my fingers inside, feeling every inch inside of her. Almost instantly she began to vocally insist to keep going, her urging me to move in and out even faster; as I increased speed, so did the intensity of her voice until she erupted with an overwhelming pleasure to cum all over my fingers.

 

***Cammies: Back in between them, lover again fingered me to orgasm. They both took on a nipple and sucked hard, bruising them both, and seeing/feeling two mouths on me was so hot. I was rolled onto my side facing friend, while they both took turns smacking an already red ass cheek. Lover grabbed the candle again, and the searing heat melted into the crimson marks on that oh-so-sensitive flesh.

Lover fingered me again, my juices soaking the bed, and my nails again digging into friend’s skin on his chest. I joked that that was why I was facing friend, so that lover didn’t get scratched up, and lover joked that this was true, a “better you than me”.

Laying again on my back between them, being stroked and touched and teased for the longest of times, I had so many orgasms that I finally begged off.

“But what can I do for you?” I asked friend, who hadn’t been pleased yet. Lover seemed surprised he hadn’t.

“Well I have condoms, but I don’t want to cross any boundaries. I’m okay now, just being a part of this.”

But I wanted to please, and for a moment I was sad that we couldn’t have intercourse, as that would be the most pleasurable and something I believed he wanted too.  But I was ever-conscious of lover’s feelings and wishes. “I can give you head,” I offered, and after a few minutes, positioned myself to wrap my mouth around him.

Lover moved in between my legs and licked, rimmed, fingered me to several more orgasms. Again, nail pain distracted friend from pleasure. The piercing wasn’t working for my mouth a second time, and I was too sensitive for more pleasurable sensations that lover was intent on bringing me.

I stopped, complained, moved up and kissed friend’s nipples – also pierced. He started stroking his own dick, and I let my hands roam his body as I sucked hard on the small nubs, my tongue flicking the tips, and the balls of the piercing. His noises clued me when he was cumming, and he was far more vocal than most males I’d been with.

 

***Lover: When it was all said and done with her, I expected her to make sure we were all taken care of. She makes sure of quality. When he said he said he had condoms, I knew where he was coming from. When someone doesn’t prepare for something, nothing happens. It’s always good to be prepared. But we hadn’t discussed this; and I still didn’t know where she was coming from. She offered more oral sex.

With her so sensitive, I love playing with her, and it’s hard to leave her alone. It also gave me something to do. She grinded into my fingers, with me inserting one into her ass. I could hear her excitement.

She stopped and complained that she was too sensitive, that he was taking too long, and moved up. I stroked her back for a bit, then couldn’t help myself and moved lower on her again.

His noises clued me in that we were done. And for a long time we just talked and relaxed. Eventually, I wanted more and grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her mouth onto my cock, and she sucked. It felt good, but I had already cum, so I wasn’t going to again. I was still aware that he was messing around with her, after all, why wouldn’t he?

We eventually all fell asleep together, and I thought that was a great way to end the night.

 

Something for the weekend

 Posted by at 12:44 am
Sep 252013
 

The anticipation was quite high for his arrival. I paced. Every minute it seemed had me racing to the mirror to check that I looked okay, that every hair was in place and that my breasts hadn’t betrayed me and given up the perfect cleavage I had arranged. He was coming over purely for sex and so I questioned why waste time getting dressed? Instead I showered and shaved and applied sultry makeup and fashioned soft hair to compliment the completely sheer fabric of the lingerie I had chosen instead.

My heart beat a faster rhythm as my phone buzzed saying he was here. My pacing moved into the entryway after one last dash to the mirror. The soft fabric of my lingerie merely complimenting the perfect nudity of my soft skin. Finally his knock came. I opened the door for him, making sure to stand slightly behind, so his view was hampered until he was fully in my house and I was closing the door.

Suddenly he spun me around and slammed me into the wall, his mouth devouring mine as his fingers drove into the dampness he had perfect access to that was caused by my discovery of this absolute proof of what he thought of me answering the door in such a state. Quickly stripped down, I was standing naked in my entryway while his hands roamed every inch.

He tugged and pulled me into my room where with deft movements he shoved me bent over the bed and entered me so swiftly it stole my breath away. Our sex was intense, furious, primal. He bundled my hair into his fist and pulled my head up so he could bite on my neck as he drove harder into me; my body grateful for his entrance. Just as quickly as the moments had progressed I felt my body tightening around him and a strangled cry escape my lips as the beginnings of my orgasm brought him to his. Filled, finished, with legs I didn’t think would work, I collapsed onto the bed, never having expected such a forceful, erotic moment as this.

I decided then, I definitely need to answer the door naked more often.

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Sep 232013
 

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From http://propertyofpotter.com :
1. What strange areas of your body are ticklish?

I just recently discovered that I am ticklish, only with a tongue, and only along the side of one rib. No wonder it took me so long to figure out I was ticklish.

From https://scarletrosevixen.wordpress.com :
2. What is something you are interested in sexually, but only on a purely fantasy level? Something that you think about but could never fully act on.

Rape fantasy. Actually, I may act this out (if possible, sometime in the distant future).

From http://truepleasuresreviews.com :
3. If you could have a week of the best sex ever in human history but you had to have a fish head as your head for the rest of your life, after that week, would you do it?

No, it might hinder the rest of my sex life, which is already pretty amazing

From http://sexualitysanctuary.blogspot.ca :
4. What do you consider taboo and have you ever ventured into this territory? Was it a great, good, bad or horrific experience?

I’m not sure that I really consider anything taboo. Maybe scat, which I’m interested in trying. But someone’s kink doesn’t have to be mine.

From http://www.shadowedseductress.com :
5. What part of your body do you consider the most unusual that you enjoy being stimulated?

None really, the stimulated zones pretty much seem normal to me.

Bonus:

From http://herprivateisland.com :
If you could make a porn film/video with any celebrity, who would it be and why?

Usher, because he’s gorgeous to look at and I want my tongue over his definitions, but he isn’t a good man, so a “hook up” seems like the route to go with him. And then I get to watch it over and over again

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 Posted by at 11:48 pm
Sep 202013
 

Name: M of Cammies

Twitter id: @cammiesonfloor

Where in the world are you?

Southeastern, USA

What brings you to Eroticon USA?

To meet and learn from other bloggers

What are you looking forward to most about Eroticon USA?

Meeting the people behind the blogs that I’ve been reading

If you had to make up a pen name again what would it be?

Mating Military Men? This is why I can’t be in charge of this

http://eroticnotebook.co.uk/blog/eroticon-usa-meet-greet/

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Sep 192013
 

FFF Prompt for Sep 20

Granny paused in front of her door, just in case Little Red was already there with her goody basket. She looked down and made sure the front dress buttons were done, reached behind and adjusted her panties. They were still twisted from rushing through the woods once she realized the time.

What a time it was! The woodcutter had looked exceptionally brawny today, with sweat glistening off his brow. The sun caught the few streaks of red in his beard, and glistened off his muscular arms – the flannel sleeves being rolled up. She had brought him a picnic lunch, spread down a blanket before spreading her own legs, the invitation to partake of her body before the meal. With a twinkle in his eye and manly chuckle, he had dropped down between her legs. The fabric of his pants coarse against her skin, but she didn’t complain, not when he was already gathering her in his arms, kissing her with such strength.

It was hours before she remembered her granddaughter was supposed to come over, and scrambled to get dressed, rushing away with the promise of tomorrow. She heard a crash inside as she adjusted her clothes, and slowly pushed open the door…

Word Max = 200

Word Min = 200

Bonus Words – None
Extra Credit – See above
Key Phrase – None – Just tell me a story
Let’s keep it tight folks.
 Posted by at 10:29 pm
Sep 172013
 

He sighed, hearing the bells toll the time. Maybe she wasn’t coming…or….she was late, again. Given his good lucks and the shared passion, he couldn’t picture her standing him up.

He sighed, a tad impatient. There was no helping it, he had a date with Aurora, and his parents expected them to be seen together with the upcoming nuptials imminent. He grabbed his horse’s reigns, and swung up, heading towards the nearest forest. Knowing Aurora, she was lost in the forest, or the spell took her again.

The spell…he didn’t know how he felt about that yet. His family came from a long line of heroes, surely they didn’t need to taint the name with a family’s who was cursed, especially when they ruled the land. And yet it was that damnable hero image they wanted to maintain that caused them to betroth him to Aurora. If anyone needed saving, it was her.

He remember telling his father he didn’t want to be bothered with saving a damsel in distress. He father overruled his wishes, as always, but tried to soothe his temper with, “she was made for pleasure, lad. You’ll like her soon as you see her.”

If only his father realized how right he was, but Philip wasn’t about to enlighten him, would rather he feel guilty. Aurora was stunning to look at, with long silky blonde tresses, a slight exotic slant to her rather blue eyes, a pert nose, and lucious lips. She was curvy in a way that few women were in the kingdom, with a bountiful breasts, a slender waist, and hips unusual for not giving birth yet.

And as for the curse…well, that could be gotten around. He has slayed a dragon and awakened her with a kiss…it seemed all the men in his family encountered a dragon at one time or another. But the kiss was chaste, as befitting a prince gentleman. Her lovely eyes opened and she smiled. He wanted her then, wanted to smother her smile in kisses, stretch his length alongside hers and touch her until she truly belonged to him. But he didn’t.

He didn’t find the witch that first time, nor the second time she fell asleep to the curse. The second time he was sent for by servants, who summoned him when no one could wake her, asleep by a spinning wheel. And he resented them watching him try to wake her, as he wanted to run his hands over her curves before touching her lips softly with his. Yet, when his lips did touch hers under the watchful eyes of others, she didn’t stir as before. He looked to the others confused, who simply shrugged, and then back at the beauty on the floor. He brushed her hair more fully to the side, marveling at the smooth texture, and leaned down again. This time, he breathed against her lips, slowly brushing his lips back and forth with the slightest of touches, and – hoping his body blocked the view – slipped his tongue in. Meeting no resistance, she tasted of honey, and he slid his tongue alongside hers, when he felt it tense and move back, and then meet his own. It was his turn to smile, for not only had he saved her again, but she responded to his tongue without withdrawing.

The third time he had seen the witch, a tall, lithe figure all in black retreating away. He went to go after her, and almost tripped on his future bride, sleeping around the corner of the building. Her clothes were torn in a few places, and dirt smudged one cheek. He bent down, realizing there was no one around him, and slid his hands around her tiny waist, and up the curve of her breasts. The top was tight, the corset even tighter underneath, and he resented the layers. He realized his knees were getting dirty, kneeling in the dirt, lusting after someone who again needed saving, and grasped the back of her hair, lifting her head slightly to kiss her, not being gentle and thrusting his tongue in immediately. She didn’t stir. Frustrated, Philip gripped her shirt and corset to pull her up more, and the laces parted, exposing the curve of her breasts. He couldn’t help himself, he lowered her to laying again and moved one hand inside, feeling the swell and the heat, fingertips searched and found a nipple, and he played with the bud until it hardened, then leaned down for another try at kisses while he pinched it.

A moan escaped her lips, and she arched slightly into his fingers, her tongue dancing with his own.

Maybe there was something to this hero business, he thought. Aurora protested after a moment more, but he knew she was fighting against her own passion, could see her grasping for breath as he was grasping for control.

The fourth time he saw the witch again, was on his horse and could easily have caught her, but he was curious by this point, and instead searched for Aurora. He found her behind a bush, her skirt in tatters, some material still caught in the bush beside her. He wondered if she fell, or if she was running from the witch. They had not discussed the witch, which seemed odd, he now realized, but talking to her was the last thing he thought of every time he saw her.

She was laying on her side, and he rolled her over, lifting the hair away from her face. Those lips seemed made for him. so full and soft and giving. He loosened the strings of her top and freed one of her breasts, laid himself next to her, and kissed the globe, hearing her breathe deeper, aware of her waking. He didn’t stop, just increased the suction, his other hand freeing her other breast and toying with it. Her hands gripped his hair, pulling him more fully against her, and after a time, he let his other hand roam down to her knee, among the tattered material, and sliding up her creamy thigh. Suddenly, her hand released his hair and stopped his hand mid-thigh. “We can’t,” she breathlessly pleaded. “Oh please, we can’t yet.”

He let out a groan of frustration, realizing he’d have to use a servant girl again, instead of the one he wanted – the one that would soon be his. But he wasn’t sure if he should push his luck, after all, their families met quite often. So far, she hadn’t shared their moments of passion, but he had no idea if she would if he proceeded against her protests.

“I can’t take much more of this rescuing,” he complained, secretly looking forward to the next time, “every time it requires more from me.” He sat up, and she hurriedly did the same.

She looked at him, then down at the ground meekly, gathering her shirt together to tie back up. “Soon,” she promised softly, still looking down but smiling. He wondered if she noticed his bulge in his pants, if she would even understand what that meant.

And the next time, fingers stroked her soft lips between her thighs, curls tickling his fingertips, and drops of the sweetest dew formed against them. He pulled his fingers up, tasted them. Honey, he thought again, so sweet. He heard a rustling, and saw the shadowy form in the forest. He gazed at the witch, too far away to see anything but her form, and then ignored her, moving his fingers down and then parting her entrance, sliding a finger fully inside her wet tight heat. As he felt her breath expand, he leaned down to kiss her protest before she became fully aware, and melded his mouth fiercely against her as he finger dipped in and out, curving against her upper wall. Her fist pounded into his chest, her tongue trying to push against his, and then suddenly she was kissing him, and her hands gripped his shirt, drawing his weight more fully into her chest, as she tensed. He felt her clench around his finger, and then was flooded with her moisture.

He broke the kiss and looked up, first at the bewildered lovely, then up further to see if the witch appreciated the show. She was gone.

“I’m sorry,” Aurora gasped, turning a lovely shade of pink.

He chuckled, and kissed the tip of her pert nose. “Soon,” he promised, “you will know better than to be sorry. And you will learn how to please me in return.”

She smiled slightly, blushed further, and went to move away and reassemble her clothing.

He anticipated the next time she needed saving, as there was only so much further he could go. He wondered if it was going to be before their wedding date in just a fortnight, and hoped it was.

Yes, he was beginning to appreciate the spell and the entitlement it gave him before the wedding night…no, no, he was just saving her the best he could, he amended. But would he like to find his wife asleep periodically forever? The mother of his children? Perhaps after he was married, he would track down the witch and kill her.

Moving away from the bells, and heading into the forest, he began to hardened as he pondered how he was going to have to wake her this time, and if the witch would move in closer for a better view….

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 Posted by at 12:34 pm
Sep 162013
 

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Fill in the blanks.

1. My passion project is writing for this blog .

2. In the morning I hate to wake to a dirty kitchen.

3. If my bank account were bigger, I would like it.

4. Please don’t crack your knuckles close to me.

5. I have had strange things happen to me but this duty station is the worst.

6. Oh baby that feels good. Will you massage my back ?

Bonus:
From https://filledandfooled.wordpress.com
What is one thing that you do to make yourself (and only yourself) happy?  This is something that you do that makes you feel uplifted and blissful when you get done and something you can repeat often.

Hike. Or take a long bath and read a book.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

 Posted by at 10:31 pm