Jun 302015
 

The kink of the week this time is chains. With M going on vacation, she asked if I wanted it. Well I’ve never used chains. The first thing to pop into my head was Fleetwood Mac. I grew up with my parents listening to them. I quickly pondered if I could argue a case for the band being a fetish, but figured I should give a more serious effort to staying true to the prompt.

Clearly the easiest way for me to handle the topic would be a photo. Luckily for me, I have plenty of kinky friends I could call on to borrow some chains from for the photo.

The problem came from, being the queen of fail, I got sick. With the hip flaring up, and the cornucopia of meds I was on for being sick, a sexy photo shoot was a bit out of my reach.

Luckily, my chemical cocktail lead to some creativity. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I happen to have some AMAZING artistic skills. *giggle*. If I couldn’t TAKE the picture, then maybe I could MAKE the picture. The fruits of my painstaking labor are featured below.

Bust size may be a slight exaggeration...

Bust size may be a slight exaggeration…

All jokes aside, chains is something I’ve been curious about for awhile. To me, the binds seem more intense. The weight of the chain playing a factor in the mindset during the scene has intrigued me. I’m also fascinated by the fact that I see many people use chains for temperature play, but curiously, always for COLD. I’m interested to see how they would be for hot temperature play simply because I’ve really never seen it.

There aren’t many big ticket items left on my sex bucket list. Now there’s small peripheral things, like chains, left. This prompt has brought that subject back into the forefront of my curiosity, and I will certainly keep you posted on what shenanigans I get into with some lovely chains.

While this wasn’t the most informative post on the wonders of chains in kink, (although I hope the drawing made it worth the read), click below to find some bloggers who definitely have a better grasp on them.
Kink of the Week

Jun 292015
 
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Sometimes I am surprised when he slides in, that our bodies can fit together so perfectly.

Sometimes I am shocked about the level of comfort I have become both with myself and with the public since blogging.

Sometimes I wonder why I look at a picture (this one originally taken for a macro challenge on Sinful Sunday meme) and cringe how it actually looks when I view the act as so beautiful.

I do not think society needs to view images like this, but I don’t think that the negative reaction is appropriate either. That’s why I admire projects like the Pussy Pride Project or The Penis Project, very often we are even unaware of what our genitals look like, and then may feel self -conscious or compare them to porn or the horrible analogies that we heard when we were younger (sadly even recently). It is a part of our bodies and should be embraced just like the rest (heck, maybe even more so since it provides so much pleasure!).

I know that even for myself, I didn’t know what I really looked like, or what we looked like coming together, until this blog when I slowly and tentatively began allowing photos to be taken. I feel that that I have benefited greatly from these pictures, especially considering that my first reaction was to cringe – that needed to change, and it has.

Wicked Wednesday

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Jun 242015
 

I’m an all or nothing kind of girl… This rarely, if ever, works out for me. So one day I woke up and decided that I was going to be healthy! I immediately changed my diet and embarked on a very intimate relationship with a treadmill. I didn’t ease into anything. I would basically go to the gym until I dropped, or my feet started bleeding again. It turns out, a body isn’t meant to do those kinds of things.

Interesting fact on anatomy:

Did you know that there’s more than one muscle in your butt? In fact, there’s this vertical muscle that makes your body pivot. It’s called the piriformis. The way it’s set up is, your sciatic nerve, the one that starts in your lower back and goes all the way to your feet runs directly behind it. For some people though, the nerve runs through it.

Back to my story…

One day, I’m going hard on the treadmill and suddenly my leg just goes OUT. Hit the floor, horrible pain in my ass, excruciating. I can’t walk. Trip to the Dr, lots of tests, I’ve torn my piriformis, this evil little muscle I didn’t even know existed.

Now, I’m the queen of all things fail, so does my nerve go behind my muscle like most human beings? Of course not. It goes through it.

I’d give you a list of everything I suddenly couldn’t do, but we’d be here all day. Let’s sum it up with everything. It hurt to do everything. The most meddlesome part of all this, because I have fabulous priorities, is spreading my legs. I couldn’t spread my legs, it was like white hot fire shot down my entire leg and tears would spring to my eyes.

Um yeah. I like sex. Like, a lot. A kind of essential part of sex is the ability for me to spread my legs…

It was time to get creative. The problem was, almost everything on my left side starting at my lower back, couldn’t handle the slightest touch. The phrase “MIND THE LEFT!” was suddenly my constant mantra. Hugging, random touches, cuddling, somehow it seemed like everyone was targeting my left side and I’d have to squeak out the phrase to save the poor, injured side of my body.

Sex was going to be the most complicated thing I’ve ever attempted. If I can’t handle a gentle pat on the ass as I’m walking by, how the hell am I supposed to handle a pounding!? We decided to try standing up for sex, but I couldn’t last long because I’d put all of my weight on the right side, and with me and stand up sex I always have to be on my toes because I have ridiculously short legs.

We tried laying down with my legs together in the air, but my back would take quite the pounding so that didn’t last much longer. Then we threw a pillow under my ass and that worked a bit better.

We tried laying on our sides, but I couldn’t lay on my left side, and he found it almost impossible not to grab my left hip to use for leverage.

Suddenly my most common phrase for sex wasn’t anything as sexy as “oh baby harder!” Or “I like that!” It was “MIND THE LEFT!!!!”

The accidental grabbing of my left side was so frequent that my frustration mounted to the point where I wanted to take a sharpie and draw a caution sign all over the left side of my rump. It seemed like he was magically drawn there, again and again, and it didn’t matter how often I cried out “MIND THE LEFT!!!”, he continued to touch it mere moments later.

It worked out that from behind was the ideal position for us. I was totally OK with this, especially because it happens to be my favorite position in the first place. Finally, we were having amazing sex. After the many days of trying to figure this whole sex thing out, we had gotten it right.

We were both getting into it. I cannot describe how amazing this sex was, it was like the failure and frustration of our previous attempts just made this one so much better. I was slamming my ass back to meet his thrusts. Instead of using my hips for leverage he had my hair wrapped around his fist. I LOVE having my hair pulled. I was in heaven. The pleasure was building and building in my body and my moans were getting louder and louder. It was primal, he was getting into it, his thrusts getting more intense. He pulled back his free arm and THWACK! He smacked my ass with the gusto of one rewarding his good girl, just like he knew I liked.

It only took him a moment to realize what happened. A deep indrawn breath, a strangled noise. A spasm and the sudden collapsing of my body. I could not even draw in breath, the pain was so blinding. He had forgotten the cardinal rule we had established for everything… He had forgotten to mind the left. He had a 50/50 shot of delivering a delightfully arousing blow that surely would have sent us over the edge of bliss; instead he hit the nail in the coffin of our sex.

It was over. I curled into a ball, making vague mewling noises with the panted breath that was all my body was capable of at the moment. For once, it was not me chanting my fail sex benediction of “oh God! I am SO sorry!”, it was him.
Wicked Wednesday

Jun 232015
 

1. What would you eat for your “last supper”?

My mom’s spaghetti. If that miracle is not possible, then a large dessert bar, because desserts are delicious.

2. Name 3 interesting and unique things to do in your town/city/region.

Kinky Hunt (granted this isn’t public), beach, mudding

3. Tell us 2 things that terrify you.

Zombies – they seriously terrify me so much I’ll just list that as it’s all-encompassing, even the the old black and white cheesy movie zombies that were obviously fake. The noise, the way they move, they give me nightmares for months if I see them, so much so that my family goes to great lengths to shelter me from anything zombie related.

4. Give us your best sex tip.

Have fun! (Yep, that truly is the best tip. Enthusiasm and enjoyment is obvious, and you and your partner will greatly benefit from just relaxing and having fun in the moment.) 

5. What do you have that you need to throw away?

So much! Having just packed for a move, a lot was discarded (thrown out or donated), but I still held onto far too much. Currently in my possession? Nothing, there is no trash around me.

Bonus: Would you participate in a sex organ beauty pageant? Why or why not?

No, that sounds weird, and I wouldn’t participate in a pageant type thing anyhow. Not to mention that competition with appearances really just bothers me. 

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Jun 172015
 

The Shingle Beach
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Welcome to Elust #71

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Backyard Glory
Bra Wars
Versions of Ourselves

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Disabled characters: who do I write them for?
How Can You Think About Sex Right Now?

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

How We Started Swinging: Part 2
Notes to my younger self
I am what I am
O-O-O-OMG
Sometimes Submission Requires Standing Up
Tribe
I know how to fix a texting mistake.
Change Is A Four Letter Word
Zero to Sex Pot in 150 minutes
condoms

Erotic Non-Fiction

23 Minutes Of Play
Services Rendered
Depravity’s Communication
Sinful Sunday: The Reveal

Erotic Fiction

No Panties
A Woman’s Experience of Lust
Wicked Wednesday: Three
An Uncommon Case
Misused Petals
(portrait of) desire
Her Turn
A Day At The Beach

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Am I Jaded?
Fury Road’s Furiosa and femdom
Sub power, Domly Vulnerability
In Person I Found You Very Innocent…..
Still A Cherry Tree

Poetry

Catching Up: A Happy Horny Haiku
What You See

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Hey, Feminism? Your ugly is showing.
The Bigger Picture
Naive College Virgin Reads Penthouse Letters
Squirting is Not a Science
Missing “Story of O” scene discovered!

 

 

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Jun 162015
 

Dear Sugar Dumpling*:

I LOVE YOU, hence why I was crazy enough to marry you and travel all over who-knows-where-the-military-will-send-us-next. I will wait through deployments. I will parent and do everything else around the house solo when necessary. Only please do me a favor…okay, okay, a few favors:

1. Stop ruining the mood, either before or after sex. Last night, when I was in a hazy sexual high, you joking that your ugly big toe would please me next was uncalled for…and took me out of that high. Ew, gross, and that’s not the worst you’ve said.

2. I know you’re a tall man, but you are no basketball player. Undressing next to your side of the bed could be sexy, you throwing your clothes across the bed (and me) and room, and not even coming close to the hamper isn’t. You know what’s sexy all the time? Undressing next to my side of the bed where you are closer to the hamper, and then your naked self can crawl on top of me…mmm, sexy.

3. Speaking of sexy, a man showering is sexy, but flushing the toilet before you hop in shower is appreciated. Especially when you forget by the time  you get out of the shower. Yes, the water may be cold for a second, but it’s better than your wife having to flush the toilet later.

4. Speaking of the bathroom and your wife doing things, do not make me get off of a toilet to get toilet paper. Please replace the roll.

5. You are so strong, and while I love that strength to pick me up with ease, I don’t like it displayed when screwing on lids. Remember that your wife possesses small, weak hands in comparison, and no amount of using kitchen aides to try to open shit helps when superman hands forget that fact.

6. I know you’re still not sure what you’re going to do when you get out of the military, but you have never discussed being a scientist. Please stop growing science experiments in tupperware containers in your car, and then remembering them weeks later as you leave them on the kitchen counter for me to deal with.

7. Speaking of your car, that thing is magnificent. I remember going parking in it constantly, the seats moving down perfectly where we could both lay side by side together. Do not use that glorious space to lose household items: specifically cups, plates, bowls, silverware (I’m running out of that stuff, don’t you know), important paperwork, and so on.

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Remember, I love you. And you are ridiculously sexy, you take my breath away still when I look at you. These are just suggestions on how to be even more sexy.

*when we argue, especially in front of kids, one of us (the calmer one) will call the other a ridiculous name. The rule is then the other person has to stop and think of something equally ridiculous. It really does help diffuse our anger.

**Oh, I’m quite sure that there’s more, but I’ll let these things sink in and hopefully change.
Wicked Wednesday

Jun 112015
 

Sometimes I feel like the written word fails me; as though audio would convey more of what I’m trying to express. How do you describe the quick, shallow, in draw of breath when a new partner first brushes your neck with their fingertips? How can words possibly describe the sigh of releasing tension the first time a new lover explores your sex?

The memories I write, and the stories I tell all have a certain cadence in my mind. I feel like without the pauses in speech, without the breath taken between certain words, without the tone and emphasis they read in my head, the experience might be lost on a reader. As I read, I wonder if other readers will hear the same the stirring, mellowed, sexy tones that I do in my head.

Writing erotica, sharing whispered, sexy little memories with others, I want you to feel how I do. I want the tone to convey the tingle of arousal that shot through my body as I remembered and wrote. I want you to feel how alert every fiber in my being was when I woke up from the dream that inspired the delicious fantasy I write down and share. Sometimes, I feel as though I’m not powerful enough of a wordsmith to evoke the very physical response I have to these things; at least not in print…

Sometimes, I wonder about audio.