The Naughty One

Word of Advice...

2010-04-13T22:34:00.001-05:00

Dear Good Girl Trying On Naughty,

Please be careful and watch out about falling for the naughty boy trying on good.

Sincerely,
About To Learn The Hard Way

And Counting...

2009-05-31T14:04:00.004-05:00

This morning I woke deliciously achy in various places on and in my body. It might be my own fault, for I did choose to indulge deep and long in several types of pleasure, but I'd rather blame DF. I'm sure he'll gladly shoulder the blame considering what a mass of relaxed and well satisfied woman I currently am...won't you baby?

Friday night found us both with a weekend that wasn't too demanding on our time, so I playfully suggested DF set a goal for us (meaning mostly me) to aim for this weekend in regards to achieving pleasure. After a little back and forth on the number, we agreed upon a reasonable goal considering we had 48 hours in which to achieve it.

The fun started early with a little solo for me and then a daring climax in the bubbly waters of the apartment complex hot tub. I have to admit I wasn't all together sure about playing in such an open and public place, but the thrill of maybe getting caught was pretty intense. Not to mention that if you tilt forward just a bit against the lower jets...

3, 4, 5, and 6 yesterday left my girly parts pretty sensitive and begging for a short reprieve from fingers, tongue, dick, and toys. Of course, 7 this morning was pretty darn perfect and had me questioning why I'd even wanted to stop just shy of the goal. Snugly, spoon sex just might be my favorite way to wake up. Well...maybe after on my knees with a thick shaft teasing me from behind. You know, 8 with the hand held shower head pulsing cool water on my clit felt pretty amazing as well. Afterward, DF was chuckling and I asked why. His reply was, "At us. This has been a crazy weekend." And yeah, it has been out of our norm, but maybe that is why it has been so fun.

And if I'm not mistaken, there are still a few hours left in this day and a goal that still hasn't quite been reached... I hope you lovely readers have had something akin to our weekend. If not...schedule one soon. It might leave you achy, but it will be well worth it!

Back Against A Wall

2009-04-26T14:44:00.004-05:00

I wasn't sure I'd even remember the password associated with logging in, but apparently I remember more than I think. It has been an incredible amount of time since I've written anything here. Life has kicked it up a notch and some things have simply fallen by the way. There was an experience yesterday that inspired me to get back in touch with the storyteller inside. I was pleased...

He silently watched as she reached across the table to wipe up crumbs. The hem of the oversized shirt she called pajamas came precariously close to exposing the generous curve of her ass. A trace of disappointment came when he spied the edge of her panties. When would she learn that he preferred her panties either folded up in the dresser, discarded in a moment of haste on the bedroom floor, or anywhere but covering her lovely ass from his view?

Moving up behind her, he put his hands under the soft material and reached for her panties. Startled, she straightened. She found herself pressed against the warm front of his body. Relaxing against him, she laughed softly as his hands began to work the panties over her hips and down her thighs.

“I forgot the rule…”

“Daddy doesn’t like for the puss to be covered when there is not a need.”

When the panties fell to her ankles, she kicked them away with her toes. His fingers slid across the lower curve of her belly to rest against the soft, trimmed curls above the apex of her thighs. He was hit with the fresh, damp scent of her. Pulling her hair to the side, his tongue touched her neck and left a damp trail to her lobe.

Lust rose high. He turned her to face him and then walked her purposefully backward until she bumped the wall. Her hands curled around his neck pulling him down to her mouth. As her tongue ran across the seam of his lips, she closed her eyes. His hands were still on her hips and she felt his fingers pressing into her skin as the kiss became deep and wet. Pulling away, he grabbed for the shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She reached for him, but he avoided her hands and held her arms against her body.

“Don’t move.”

She pressed her palms against the wall and obeyed. He sank to his knees in front of her.

“I want to play with you.”

With gentleness, he spread her thighs and stared openly at the swollen folds in front of him. Glancing up, he took in the warm flush of arousal covering her breasts and her already hardening nipples. Her breathing had increased, but he was determined to draw this out for his own amusement.

He used his fingers to spread her slick and swollen lips, opening her up for a more intense, probing touch. Leaning in, he breathed deep. Oh yes, this was a favorite scent of his. With a broad stroke of his tongue he swept down from her clit to the tight hole at the base. A slick, tangy sweet wetness filled his mouth. She gasped.

Two fingers slid against the opening, testing the readiness. With steady pressure, he slid two fingers inside while he used his other thumb to press onto the hardening bud of her clit. Her body shuddered and he felt her knees begin to weaken as she leaned more heavily against the wall.

With his fingers buried knuckle deep inside, he moved his mouth over her clit. At first, he teased with short flicks of his tongue and she groaned, pressing her hips against his mouth. She wanted hard sucking of her clit, but she had forgotten who was in control of this little game.

“Suck…please.”

His teeth bit down on her clit just hard enough to remind her that what she wanted wasn’t as important as what he knew she needed. He began a steady rhythm of pushing, pulling, and curling those two fingers inside of her. His mouth alternated between fast flicks, long pulls, and intense bites against her hooded clit.

She was panting and trembling against the wall. Her hands had moved close to his head, but she hadn’t touched. He could feel the walls of her sex tightening and beginning to clench harder around his fingers. Her orgasm was closing in and he had a strong desire to have his thick cock buried inside her when it did.

He pulled his fingers out and stood. She protested the loss, but he brushed his fingers over her mouth and she immediately sucked them inside. Her tongue curled around his fingers, sliding down between and over the bump of his knuckle. She greedily ate the sticky wetness off his fingers and began a deep, pulling suction on his skin. Her mouth made the promise of pleasure if only he’d give her more flesh.

“Not this time baby. Daddy has other plans for you.”

He pulled her away from the wall and turned her so that she was facing away. He walked her to the edge of the table and bent her down over it. The cold table was pleasure pain against her sensitive nipples. She could feel him spreading the cheeks of her ass. She smiled a knowing womanly smile at the sight that would greet him.

“You’re hot and so slick like you always are for me. You’re ready for Daddy to fuck you, aren’t you, my dirty little whore?”

Pushing her ass more firmly in the air toward him was her only answer. Her pussy was aching and demanding relief. She shifted and let her fingers slide against the swollen lips. Her fingers found her clit and began to rub in hard little circles. He simply watched her for a moment.

With the head of his dick, he nudged her fingers out of the way. He strummed the tip against her clit and rocked into the hooded pleasure point. She shuddered with the need to come. With deliberate movements, he stroked his dick from her clit down to her flooded hole and back up. He repeated the movements several times until she begged.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Just…please.”

Slowly, he pushed into her. Her pussy was so wet; he knew she’d be able to take his entire thick rod into her. The tight, wet walls of her puss pulled against his flesh as she stretched easily to accommodate his thick length. He began a steady, fast-paced rhythm that had him pounding her body with his.

She could feel the edge of the table cutting into the soft swell below her belly button, but little did she care. She wanted to feel him losing control against her back. She welcomed the sucking grasp of her body to his every time he pulled away and pushed back in. Straining toward their orgasm, he pushed against her back with his hand and she moaned.

Her orgasm rushed over her body in a wave of sensation. He groaned and she knew his dick was spurting his release against her velvety walls. She lay still as he thrust a last time against her. When he slid from her body, she tightened just a bit. She could feel a drop of his release trickling down over her sensitive lips to her clit. The perfect end to a perfect fuck.

Not Going To Be A Lesbian

2009-02-20T19:16:00.003-06:00

So...a happy hour, three martinis (not dirty cause olives are just gross), and one orgasm that might have gotten on the couch later...guys can still be asshats on occasion. Of course girls can be bitches at times too.

Anyway, I don't want to really be a lesbian. Nope...I really adore that fuckable cock.

Sigh...Guys

2009-02-18T15:10:00.002-06:00

I was having a great catch up session with my friend Rae and we came to the same conclusion...

Guys can be such dumb asshats. Almost makes a girl want to think about becoming a lesbian some days...well except that this girl would miss the fuckable cock.

Sigh....

Coming Home

2009-01-26T18:13:00.002-06:00

The familiar chirping of my cell phone alerted me to his text.

"U home?"

I couldn't help the smile that curved my lips. I was thinking about a recent text involving his impatience and the desire for a quick screw. The crassness of that conversation was such a turn on and frankly my pussy was beginning to throb. My response was short and sweet.

"Almost...about 10 minutes."

I thought about asking him if he wanted something, but I knew what he wanted so why be coy. Those last few miles home seemed to take much longer than normal. Just as I was digging my keys out of my purse to unlock the door I was reminded of his impatience.

"Now?"

I walked into the living room and kicked the door shut behind me. I dropped most things on the floor, but decided to hang up my keys. I'm pretty good at losing those things so I try to keep them in one spot. Anyway, he wanted me in the bedroom so that was exactly where I headed.

I laid down across the bed and reached for my zipper. I thought he was slightly disappointed to realize I was still dressed instead of immediately stripping in the living room when he said I needed to get naked...now. The best way to get naked fast...have help! I was stripped down to bare skin within seconds.

My fingers immediately went to the wetness pooling between my legs as his tongue slid from my ankle to my calf and up toward the juncture of my thighs. He sure was taking his sweet time now.

My hips arched as his mouth licked my swollen lips in a broad stroke. His teeth came next...pulling open my wet sex...one fleshy fold at a time. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit. I needed to feel the sucking kisses. Instead he had other ideas. Without much pretext his finger pushed inside me and my pussy clenched hard. His tongue began a quick slide to my ass. So...dirty.

My hands clutched at the sheet and covers on the unmade bed. I wanted to reach for my abandoned clit, but as I started to slide my fingers into my curls his mouth moved back up. He was determined to make the orgasm quick and hard. I wanted to come around his dick.

A quick flip to my stomach and my hips pulled up into the air, he replaced the stroking fingers with his hard, hot fuckable dick. I could only grab hold of the bedding beneath me and hang on. My ass pushed back against each hard thrust. The sound of balls slapping against flesh was such a lovely compliment to the slick sliding sound as he drove us both closer.

We don't last long most times rather choosing to give in to passion, but we especially don't last long in this position. I felt my body start to tighten and the pressure building behind my clit. Trying to slow down the release was pointless.

I gasped and groaned out loud as he said my name and demanded that I take his cum. I wanted to...I wanted every last drop of him inside of me.

"Welcome home baby."

Bold

2009-01-14T21:26:00.002-06:00

Cold sheets and an empty bed made for a long night. She craved the heat generated from intense passion and raw desire. A small smile curved her lips as she let her fantasy take shape. It was dark and bordered on the edge of pain. Her carefully dropped hints and increasingly bold requests had been met with caution and skepticism. Perhaps not every fantasy was meant to be shared or brought to reality. There was freedom in allowing a fantasy to be solely for her pleasure.

Simply Us

2009-01-12T20:13:00.005-06:00

Today I was thinking about the movie Scarlett. Near the end, she and Rhett are standing by a massive fireplace and she says to him, "You once said heaven help the man that truly loves me." Then he moves toward her and takes her in his arms and just as he lowers his head for what you know will be the most passionate of kisses, he growls, "Heaven help me."

Ahh, bless men that can ride the tides of emotion and drama with the women they care about.

I don't normally discuss DF in terms other than relating the latest way he's brought me pleasure, but I want to just put some thoughts out there. And I'm sure he's going to be thrilled beyond measure that I'm doing so in blog format. I've hesitated to write anything more substantial because frankly I want to keep everything in a nice and orderly box...feelings especially. Once they start to spread beyond said box it could get complicated and messy...two things which I'm not really good at handling.

I've made no bones about my last relationship. It was passionate and destructive all rolled into one. When it ended I was left questioning my own ability to trust and care about someone else. You know how you do that...you swear no one else will get close enough to do that kind of damage again? Well...enter DF. It wasn't two months later and here he was...flirting and being sexy and charming and...well you get the point. Now, we've reached the one year point and I still can't quite believe it.

It is perfectly true that DF is really great about meeting the sexual needs, but he's really great meeting some more normal ones too. As I'd mentioned earlier, my grandmother passed away recently and he was there in all the ways he could be. I sort of feel like life has dumped a bunch of stuff on my lap lately...some good and some awful...but due to that I'm starting to feel like an emotional nut! I hate things out of control...especially my emotions...so dealing with it all has been wild to say the least. Still...here is DF...seemingly not scared off by this often emotional and dramatic turn of events. He's so unlike..."the other".

We don't really define ourselves or label things...like saying we're in a relationship. I mean of course we're in some sort of relationship because that is what you call close interaction with another person, but I don't think of it as a "relationship". I guess we're more....well just "us". I like that because I'm not really good at being in a relationship. I tend to question and mistrust myself and him. Being a part of "us" feels safe and normal...though I still question (just not as much) and I'm learning to trust (him and me) more.

So...why this rambling post you (and probably DF) are wondering? Because...this is kind of new territory for me and writing helps me process. Also, because I think letting you know he's more than just wonderful in all things sexual is important too. Mostly...because feeling again...well it feels scary but really good too.

Fresh Starts

2009-01-04T11:04:00.004-06:00

The thing I love most about a new year is the feeling of a fresh start. That very feeling was what prompted me to start this blog a year ago...the need to have a fresh start. I was coming off of a passionately intense though destructive relationship, I was feeling trapped by the "good girl" image I'd perfected, and frankly I just wanted to see how expressing my sexuality and sensuality would change me. After a year, over 100 posts, and numerous bare and practically bare photos of myself later...well, I think I made a pretty good decision.

Over the last year, I've had some doubts about whether to keep this blog or just shut it down. At the heart of the matter, I was writing for myself. I thought things might come out in written form that were getting stuck when I tried to mentally process them. But, as often happens when you blog, I met people and made friends. I found some really awesome blogs and made connections. Then blogging sort of turned into writing for the benefit of others. And that kind of writing is harder to produce on a regular basis...at least for me.

So, after some thinking and processing (seriously, I'm a thinker and a lot of times tend to over think...silly me) I've decided that I'm not ready to give up The Naughty One just yet. Though I have decided to eliminate the need to write for other people's benefit. It has taken some pressure off knowing that this place is for me and my thoughts...whatever they might be...and if you, the dear reader, continue to read and comment then that is simply icing on the cake!

Life has seen fit to toss some curve balls in my lap (the sudden death of my grandmother days before Christmas, a health issue (of a strictly non-sexual nature) that has me somewhat concerned, job issues (love my job, but some new responsibilities have been given and will demand more of my time), computer problems, etc.) so these posts might become sporadic...well I guess I should say stay sporadic. Of course, one of the best things about the blogging community is that no matter how long the absence it still feels great to get back in the groove and catch up on what other's have been up to. I hope to make the rounds more frequently than I've been doing. And I'm sure my beginner attempts at erotica will continue along with some personal experiences and thoughts about sex in general.

So, here is to the fresh, clean slate of 2009...

Fact...Or Fiction

2008-12-14T01:21:00.001-06:00

I've been a naughty blogger. Unfortunately, not the kind of naughty you've come to expect from The Naughty One. What can I say? Life becomes crazy and hectic...okay so it always was those two things but...even more so around the holidays. There are parties to attend, presents to buy, cards to mail out, and the list goes on and on. Anyway, I figured it was time to blow the dust off this little piece of blog space. So, a little fact...or maybe fiction. I'm not telling which.

A final kiss under the mistletoe for the benefit of those gathered around and we were out the door. As we walked to his car, I easily slipped back into a time when his hand at the small of my back had felt right and comfortable. Once inside the car, he reached over and placed his warm hand on my thigh and thanked me for joining him tonight for the party. I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear as I turned to admire the twinkle lights decorating the affluent neighborhood. Though I didn't draw attention to his hand on my thigh, I was never unaware. The silence in the car was surprisingly comfortable and I felt myself begin to relax into the leather comfort of the seat.

As the car gained speed on the highway, his fingers began to flex against my skirt. His fingers inched the soft material up until my knee and thigh were exposed. I drew a deep breath all the while wondering just how far I would let this go. Apparently, my mind was made up as I voiced no objection when he began to travel south toward his home rather than north toward mine. Pushing all thoughts of the consequences out of my mind, I fully gave into “for old time's sake” and opened my thighs wider as his hand slipped down the inside of my thigh.

The familiar pressure of his fingers squeezing the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh caused a throb to begin low. I could feel the moisture gathering at the apex and knew my breathing had picked up. His pinkie finger moved against the cotton of my panties. The touch wasn't fully intimate, more just a tease. And tease it did...my own touch hadn't been as satisfying as of late and I longed for someone else, but the pressure and warmth of his finger felt hypnotizing.

The drive was nothing more than silence and the ever steady brush of his finger against my panties. When we pulled into his drive, I sighed. I looked at him and he leaned toward me. Finally his hand left my thigh as he placed it against my neck and pulled. Our mouths met and the kiss was deep. His tongue stroked in a familiar pattern and I grazed his lips with my teeth as he'd always enjoyed. We pulled apart to ragged breathing and arousal surrounded us.

His pants pulled tight across his crotch and my fingers itched to touch and get reacquainted with his cock. I could picture his cock and how the foreskin would start to slip back exposing the tip. My breasts felt heavy inside of my bra and my nipples had hardened into tight peaks. His hands moved down my cheek, across my throat, and cupped my breasts. I was reaching for his pants when our foreheads met. He breathed against my lips and said, “We haven't changed.”

As quickly as the flame was fanned, it cooled. The breath I held began to burn and I turned back around in my seat and exhaled. A small smile curved my lips, but the humor was gone. I knew he'd meant that the passion that had always seemed to simmer just below the surface was still there. While he hadn't been my first lover, he'd been my first of many enjoyable and pleasurable experiences. It seemed natural that my body would respond to his touch.

Unfortunately, my mind responded as well. History is a funny thing to have with someone. You know it all...good and bad. I remembered incredible pleasure, but I was acutely aware of the pain as well. I knew that when things had turned ugly we'd each gone to great lengths to devastate the other. I looked at him and shook my head. Sex had never been our problem, but it was all the other trappings that came when the passions were cooled. Three whispered words ended our night. “Yes, we have.”

Say My Name

2008-11-25T09:27:00.002-06:00

I should start by saying that, at least for me, having him say my name during the act is so freaking hot. No matter where we are in the process, if he growls, moans, gasps my name I am so there...at the brink...ready to fly apart. I can't explain why it turns me on so, but it does. Of course, I don't always return the favor of growling, moaning, gasping his name and perhaps I should. Maybe it has the same effect on him? Either way...he said it this morning and in very quick secession I was thrashing about on the sheets.

Of course the plying of my wet, warm pussy didn't hurt. Neither did the finger inside stroking that sweet little spot that makes it hard to stay still and endure the touch. Or hearing him tell me explicitly what he wanted to make me do in his mouth. Not even the cramp I got from curling my toes into the sheet felt bad.

Ahh, yes...dirty talking and orgasms...the perfect way to start the day!

Sleep With Me

2008-11-23T05:00:00.000-06:00

It is sort of a work in progress. There will be more progress later today...

I wake to the dipping of the mattress and shifting of the covers as you slip into the bed. A sigh escapes as the warmth from your body begins to spread across my bare back. Pressing my hips back, I settle against you.

“I didn't mean to wake you.”

Without answering, I reach for the arm you are tucking around me and twine our fingers together. A soft tilt of my head exposes the column of my neck and the gentle slope of my shoulder to you. Your mouth immediately presses against my skin.

My eyes flutter open and I try in vain to control the shudder that races over my skin as the sharp stubble from your chin tickles the delicate flesh. Your tongue darts out to soothe and it begins a slow trek. Without even having to utter a word, you begin to lick your way to the one spot sure to send my pulse pounding. In response, a warm damp heat curls low in my core.

HNT...Something For Us Both

2008-11-13T05:00:00.001-06:00

For a while now I've been suggesting to DF that he write something for the blog. And for a while now he's been suggesting to me that I wear a thong. So, somewhere in the middle of all that, we've found some common ground. I'm wearing a thong and he's writing about it.

Hi Y'all!

After promising many times over and over that I would blog and failing to get the job done, here I am! I have promised Naughty Girl that I would say a few words and I finally found something I wanted to do. If you are like me, you love Thursdays as HNT.

I want to thank her personally for doing this for me. Finding her in a thong is something that you will rarely, if ever, see. She simply doesn't care to wear one. However, it's amazing sometimes how you get what you ask for when you ask politely. After some prodding, I found this one emailed to me to make me drool. She looks wonderful to me in it. Although I'm not sure she gets it, I'm glad I'm so visual. I really do mean it when I say I think she looks hot in it!

You are welcome babe. Df

Creative Outlet

2008-11-08T11:59:00.002-06:00

A dear friend was looking for a creative outlet and shared the following story with me. I loved it! My friend has such a way of making a story sensual without making it vulgar. I'm so oral so one particular spot captured my attention. I'm sure it will capture something of yours as well!

Climbing through the bushes he knew the niche would be the perfect place, he even loosened the bulb of the security light when she wasn’t home. He was cloaked in foliage and darkness. From this vantage point he could see through the flimsy curtains straight to her bed. He felt himself stiffen already as he unzipped his jeans. It didn’t take long for him to wrap his fingers around his sensitive, growing flesh.

She came out of her bathroom in a towel. Removing it she reached for a bottle on her nightstand and rubbed her skin with the oil from it. He watched slowly stroking himself, he wanted to wait, not go too fast, hoping he would see more. As she rubbed her thighs he could see she enjoyed her own touch, but imaged himself rubbing the moisturizer into the soft flesh and kissing her along the line of her hair. Gently arousing her. He could tell she was getting aroused now and his body reacted.

Putting the bottle down, she turned and bent over searching in a drawer. His mind raced seeing her full ass, thinking she wanted him, needed him. He imagined walking up behind her and sliding inside. Would she react with a startled response? Does she want to be fully taken? He had to stop touching himself for a second afraid it would be over too soon.

He watched as she turned with a pink phallic toy in her hand. He could tell the vibrator was one of her favorites, she moved to the bed, on her back, and rubbed it the length of her body. She would stop to excite her nipples, to rub it over her stomach and her thighs, and move it around the soft petals of flesh between her legs. She teased herself and he matched her teasing, sensing if he continued to keep his own rhythm he would soon cum.

Bringing the toy to her mouth she sucked it in, slowly, wetting it and caressing it with her lips, while opening her legs wide. He could only think of her lips around his flesh and his own mouth and fingers exploring the display in front of him. He closed his eyes for one second and when he opened them he watched the pink of the toy disappear into the pink of her body. She was ready for what she wanted and he was too. Her hand moved fast, driving the vibrator in and out, her back arching and her teeth biting her lips. His hand moved fast and now there was no turning back, he would surrender to his need and as she bounced on the bed thrusting deep into herself he felt the violent quiver go through him and he exploded, holding himself up with one hand as the other aimed the spray down hitting the brick of her foundation. He collected himself in time to see her relax on the bed. They had shared the moment of ecstasy. They both stayed still and he saw her rise and come to the window. Opening it she popped her head out and looked down.

“You going to hose that down?” she said smiling seeing the evidence of his fun slowly dripping to the grass below.

“It will rain later”, he replied.

“Well put that away”, motioning to his softening erection, still oozing, “and come inside, maybe we can bring it back to life”. She closed the window and walked away. He tucked himself in and didn’t both to snap and zip up. He knew his pants would not be on for very long.

HNT...Landscaping

2008-11-05T20:18:00.010-06:00

***Update at 8:30pm...the after picture is now viewable.***

As I've mentioned before, I'm not a huge fan of personal grooming. I usually clear it all off and then keep it neat until I feel it is time to clear again. Well, last weekend I felt the need to clear.

But you have to admit that just those curls...I think it looks pretty feminine. Anyway, I've tamed the bush and now I'm just smooth as silk. I like that feeling, but oh the upkeep. I've done good so far about maintaining, but I'm starting to feel lazy. Looks like curls might be in my future!

Marilyn

2008-11-03T22:42:00.000-06:00

I love questionnaire type things so when I saw it over at Rae's I just had to steal. It was the shortest quiz and the personality traits are surprisingly accurate on a lot of points. I will point out which ones are dead on and which ones are sort of...off.

In other news, I did a little photo shoot this weekend and some "landscaping". Of course I took pictures because what else should a naughty girl do...well except post one or two (hint hint for the clicky click) on Thursday.

And now for some fluff...

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Marilyn!

You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical."

Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative. (Oh yeah...I have a wide range of emotions and stay in touch with each and every one of them on a fairly regularly basis.)

How to Get Along with Me

* Be direct and clear (Absolutely! I want to know where I stand and I'm a total flop at mind reading so please...be direct!)
* Listen to me carefully
* Don't judge me for my anxiety
* Work things through with me
* Reassure me that everything is OK between us (Again...I need to know we're in a good place.)
* Laugh and make jokes with me
* Gently push me toward new experiences
* Try not to overreact to my overreacting. (Out of this whole thing, this is probably the most important statement to remember...gosh I do a lot of overreacting. I'm trying to be better, but darn is it hard sometimes...)

What I Like About Being a Marilyn

* being committed and faithful to family and friends (I value someone who sticks with me through the good stuff and the huge stinky piles of crap that sometimes come along with being in a relationship.)
* being responsible and hardworking
* being compassionate toward others
* having intellect and wit
* being a nonconformist
* confronting danger bravely
* being direct and assertive

What's Hard About Being a Marilyn

* the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind (Sometimes people get put out with me because I like to ask every one's opinion about things before I make up my own mind. Actually, the truth is I've made up my mind, but sort of want reassurance that I'm not the only one feeling that way.)
* procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
* fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of (How true...I always say my worst fear is being left...physically and emotionally. I'm not sure where that fear comes from but oh dear is it a battle I fight more than I want to.)
* exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
* wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
* being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations

Marilyns as Children Often

* are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn (Yeah, I was a blend of all that...more so that bossy and stubborn part.)
* are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
* form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
* look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
* are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent (The part that is absolutely NOT true...I was NEVER neglected or abused, nor do I come from a home with anxious alcoholic family members. So off...)

Marilyns as Parents

* are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty (I will need a partner parent that can be all of the above but that can be the disciplinarian too.)
* are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
* worry more than most that their children will get hurt
* sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at

Kind of neat to find out a little bit more about me, huh? Well, I thought so!

HNT...Just A Glimpse

2008-10-30T05:00:00.001-05:00

I'm sure if this really qualifies since I was fully clothed, but I sure do like this shot. I love my neck and glimpsing area.

You know, the more I look...the more I think that shadowy area is the perfect place for a wet tongue or maybe questing fingers.

Fuzzy Line

2008-10-26T22:13:00.003-05:00

There is a line drawn in some patch of sand. On one side sits the girl who can say please over and over without feeling a bit of self doubt. On the other sits the woman who is getting pretty sick of saying please because it is starting to feel like begging.

And walking the fuzzy line is such a fucking pain in the ass.

HNT...Yep, Slacker Is Me

2008-10-23T05:00:00.002-05:00

So, it has been brought to my attention by a few people now that I am seriously slacking in the blog department and especially in the HNT department. I freely admit this, but heck...life gets crazy at times.

You might be wondering what I've been so busy doing or you might just be scrolling down for the HNT picture. Go ahead...you'll be back to reading very quickly...well except for my toe fetish friends.

***I have to look at that very unattractive shoe thing on a daily basis and was kind of tired of looking at it when I logged in here. So, if you missed the picture...you didn't miss much.***

That is my right foot in a post op shoe. No, I didn't have surgery on my foot, but I do have a stress fracture across the top. You should have seen the clunker of a boot thing they had me in before. This shoe, while not exactly styling, is more comfortable and I can drive at least. So, there is one part of the craziness...I've been dealing with foot issues.

On a more happy note...I bought my first car! I felt like I signed my life away, but finally my new car is sitting in the driveway. Well, to be honest, my driveway is the apartment parking lot and when I say new I mean new to me only. Still, Spence the Spectra is terrific and I'm totally in love with it!

Work is a bundle of stuff not even remotely naughty, but it is busy. Lately, I come home and just make dinner and then sink into the couch. I've even gone to bed early the last few nights. Of course, I haven't been sleeping good either the last two nights so I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I should stay up later. Oh I don't know...see what a lack of sleep does to one's brain cells?!

Anyway, I'm still alive and kicking (though not so hard with that right foot). I hope to be back into the groove again soon. These nice girl posts make for a boring naughty read, huh?

Wet Sheets

2008-10-12T18:36:00.004-05:00

If you've been reading for any length of time then you probably remember me saying that I wanted to learn how to squirt (by the way...that word sounds dirty and not the good dirty...I'll use the term splash from here on out). I had read about other bloggers who were soaking their sheets on a regular basis and I wanted in on the fun.

My best blogging gal pal, Rae, has been my total source of information. See she's been splashing for quiet some time...bitch (you know I mean that in the sweet way!)... and I was so jealous. While I know the ability to splash doesn't make or break me as a woman, I didn't want to be left out. Believe me, I tried and tried. I even bought a toy that claimed to guarantee a little splash. Unfortunately, my body just seemed like a dud in the splash department. Well, until today...

Yep, those are my sheets. As you can see they are wet! It might be a little harder on the blue sheet, but I promise it got splashed too.

Forever Rae has been telling me that thinking too hard about splashing will cause it to not happen. Her advice was to simply relax and it would happen. I suppose that is what happened today.

The entire experience started out with me watching a short movie of a naughty nature. The longer I watched the more turned on I became. I left the computer and was stripping on my way to my bedroom. I reached for that vibe that hangs out in the nightstand drawer thinking it might be a nice change of pace to have the penetration along with the clit rubbing. The egg shaped tip rested briefly on my clit but I was soaked and I easily slid it inside of me.

I spent a few minutes pushing it in and pulling it out of my wetness. Then I pushed it in and simply held it while my fingers put firm pressure on my clit. Letting my imagination run wild, I let go of the vibe in favor of clutching the sheet in my hand while the other pressed harder against my clit. I seem to remember my feet flat and lifting my hips and opening my thighs wide.

The next thing I knew the vibe slipped out (which normally I have an awesome grip and come around the egg shaped thing) and then I felt a little pop feeling followed by my orgasm. I laid there for a minute catching my breath. I also shifted my legs on the sheets and had my first encounter with the wet top sheet. I leaned over to put the vibe on the nightstand and realized more than just that sheet was wet.

Now, I hadn't had the urge to go to the bathroom before this began so I thought that maybe it might have been that. Remember I don't have a great track record for splashing so I wasn't quite ready to believe. Then I remembered that Rae says that you can sniff the wet spot and tell right away if it is splash or an unfortunate loss of control. So, sniff I did...it did not smell like pee. It actually didn't have an odor, but I did notice that it had a slight shine to it.

Hopefully optimistic, I found my splash expert friend and after several questions and answers I feel safe in saying I splashed. Finally! Now, if I could do it again...that becomes the next question...

Snippet

2008-10-11T22:16:00.002-05:00

On my cell phone I have 160 character spaces with which to send text messages. I try to use those 160 spaces wisely. One of my favorite things...sending naughty texts. Take a peek at this snippet of a conversation and see what you think...

My tongue sliding across your skin. Moving down over your belly. My hands linking with yours to hold you still as I shift lower on your thighs.

You feel my wet heat on your thigh as you feel my tongue circle your belly button. Placing pulling kisses across and down the top of your thigh.

my tongue leaving a wet trail over your thigh to lick your ball sac. My fingers closing around your cock and squeezing as I slide it down to the base.

moving my mouth along the underside of your fuckable cock. Warm breath on the tip as I open my mouth to take you inside. Using my lips to slide down and then up.

Taking you further into my mouth each time. Finally sliding you all the way into my mouth to touch my throat. Hollowing my cheeks and sucking.

One hand around the base and the other cupping your balls. Using all the wetness to coat you. Gagging slightly as I slide deeper on your cock.

You fucking my mouth. Moving my head up and down on you. Pulling my mouth off to lick and explore the slit and swallowing the precum.

Now your hands in my hair pulling me down to your cock. Relaxing my throat with each thrust.

Relaxing my throat with small swallows. Wanting your cum in my mouth.

Easing off your cock and licking lightly to catch each drop.

...did I use those 160 spaces in the naughtiest way possible? Yes, I'm becoming quite fond of this new way to talk dirty!

That Sounded Dirty

2008-10-08T20:45:00.004-05:00

Thank you all for the birthday wishes and the naughty offers to spank me! The birthday was a good one. I spent the evening out with friends and got some great gifts (which it isn't about the gifts, but gosh I love getting them). All in all...a good way to start the next trip around the sun!

Lately, DF and I haven't been able to make the connections that we (well definitely me and hopefully him) have come to enjoy due to some unexpected travel and work related stuff. Sure, I can (and have been) take matters into my own hands, but still I like the sharing of the pleasure. Needless to say...I've been twitchy. A lot.

As if I needed more proof...today I found the the most nonsexual thing he said so darn sexy. We were talking about my very soon upcoming purchase of a car (yes...my car buying virgin days will soon be behind me...) and he was giving me some advice about the warranty. Honestly, I'm not even sure where in context this fell, but he said something about the lubricated inside parts.

Can anyone else clearly see where my mind went?!

I and my lubricated inside parts are missing him.

(See...I do find inspiration Mr. Muse.)

Happy Birthday...

2008-10-07T00:05:00.000-05:00

...to me!

Now, who wants to be in charge of the spankings?

Crashed

2008-09-26T14:27:00.001-05:00

With a title like that you just know this can't be a good post right? Well, it isn't...

Last night on my way home from work, I was involved in a car accident. Maybe involved is the wrong word...I was the cause of the accident, I was the totaled car in the accident, I was the royally screwed party (albeit by my own screwing...that doesn't sound right, but you know what I mean) in the accident.

I had just merged onto I45 and was stuck in a pile of cars waiting to use a one lane exit. Anyway, being my patient self, I was ready to move over into the next lane where traffic was going faster. I saw that the car ahead of me had the same idea, but we had at least one and possibly two car lengths between us. We moved over and just as I checked my side view mirror to see if I was clear, I hit her.

Once we got pulled over to the side of the road, I got out and immediately asked about her. She said that she was fine, and then she explained that a school bus cut her off to merge so she had to slow down. While she said she braked (I don't know...I was looking the side view mirror) when I hit her there were no brake lights on. She admitted that she was just putting her foot back on the gas when I hit her. After settling that, and deciding to call the police, I got my first good look at my car. My crunched up front end car. My leaking fluid all over the road car. My crap this can't be good car. Have I gotten across the point that the car isn't in good shape?

After what seemed like forever, the state trooper came, I was given the ticket (of course...), the kinda scary but very nice tow truck driver hooked up my car, and a friend came and got me, and then I had to call my parents. The most unfortunate part of the whole deal...my car probably isn't worth what it will take to fix it. I'd lay money on the fact that a new car is in my immediate future. While that prospect does excite me, the budget side is a little frightening. I like a cushion in the bank and this will turn my cushion into a thin piece of mosquito netting. Sigh...I just got sad.

I took today off from work (main reason...can't walk the 30 mile commute) to get started on the claims process and trying to find a rental car. You would think that should have been easy, but with this Hurricane Ike business (have I mentioned how disillusioned I am by hurricanes now?) there are practically no cars to be found. Thankfully, the fourth place I called has three full size sedans to pick from...I think I'm getting the Hyundai Sonata. *EDIT...just found out it is going to be a Toyota Camry that I'm getting...*Anyway, at least I'll have some transportation until I know what my options are for the car.

So, as my mom said this morning, I'll have to dig deep and find my well hidden cache of patience and ride this thing out. I'm normally a glass half empty kind of girl, but I'm trying to see the positives here...I'm okay! I might get a new car...which I've been thinking about and working toward! While it isn't how I'd choose to spend it, I do have a cushion so that this won't break me. (That doesn't get a !...) I have a friend that didn't mind driving out of her way to come and get me! I have parents that love me and would have given up their plans for the weekend to come down and help me through this if I thought I'd needed them to!

All in all...I'm still very blessed and for that I'm very thankful!

Who Is The Boss?

2008-09-22T20:27:00.002-05:00

The other night DF and I were doing an equally great job of turning each other on, but I was being bossy and taking some control. This being the boss, while new for me, is sort of a power trip. I was just getting into my groove of giving directions and taking charge when DF tossed back, "Just ride the damn thing." I can assure you that a purely feminine laugh with undertones of "not a chance buddy...I have you exactly where I want you" slipped out at the command. You ladies have to know exactly what I'm talking about...

And there in lies my question (or questions as it turns out)...

Ladies...how often do you wrestle control from your guy? If you're more of the submissive (I couldn't think of a better word but you know what I mean...the one that usually follows the lead rather than gives it) do you find it easy to slip into the "boss" role?

Dudes...do you like it when your lady takes over? If you're the more dominant type, is it easy to let her have the control?

I really should write something about how this whole line of thought came about shouldn't I?

In The Aftermath

2008-09-17T12:11:00.000-05:00

Thank you to all of you that have wished and prayed for my safety. I appreciate it very much! I am fine and safe. While I do live very close to Houston and my town was in the path of Ike, I didn't get as much damage as other places. There were several downed trees and limbs, but there wasn't damage to my apartment or car. Even though I weathered Ike, the continued power outage was simply too much to handle. Sunday morning I packed up my kitty and we headed to my parents.

As of now, I'll be off work until Monday with the possibility of longer. Right now so much hinges on when the power is restored. Anyway, because I'm at my parents' home, I have decided not to blog from their computer as The Naughty One. I'm not sure when I'll be back home with access to my computer, so for now I'm relying on the kindness of a friend to post for me.

Please continue to lift up everyone who has been effected by Ike in some way. There is a lot of destruction and devastation going on right now. Again, thanks to all of you thoughtful, kind people for thinking about me!

But I Have A Good Reason...

2008-09-11T19:30:00.003-05:00

I don't live in Florida, but I do live in Texas...right in the path of Ike as a matter of fact. So, I won't be blogging for a few days. Hopefully, I won't wash or get blown away! Seriously, keep everyone who has been or will be effected by Ike in your thoughts.

Hello Old Friend

2008-09-09T20:30:00.004-05:00

Everywhere I turn these days I run into someone spouting the virtues of a vibrator. Just to prove my point...here and here. Also, the topic recently came up in a group of friends trying to decide if a vibrator was an appropriate bridal shower gift. We decided that it was because the couple is...adventurous shall we say.

Now, I am the kind of girl that doesn't have such a loving relationship with my vibrator. Yes, you read that right...singular. I only own one vibrator. It isn't some freakishly accurate phallus shaped thing. There are no balls or animals made out of gel attached to it. It is what the manufactures call the Plain Jane. Well, if you're interested, you can see it in action here. See, nothing fancy...girly pink, slender except for that egg shaped thing, and smooth. I bought it for its "make you squirt" guarantee. I wonder if it is too late to get my money back...

I play with it occasionally, but mostly it resides in my nightstand drawer. I'm sure it has a grand ole' time in there with the remotes, lip balm, and various pens and pads of paper. While it works fine, I just prefer my fingers. I've thought about bringing it out during playtime with DF, but we're kinda...fast...so again the fingers just work best.

But...I've gotten intimately reacquainted with my old friend Vibe. Saturday afternoon I was in the mood to come. Not just any kind of coming, but I wanted to feel that pressure inside of me, feel my walls tightening around something, and that delicious pop feeling when there is a withdrawal. After digging out the toy cleaner and spiffing Vibe up, I was set to go. I started with some soft stroking of my lips and imagining a little role expansion (more about that later!). It worked like a charm. I was slick in minutes.

I twisted Vibe's end and soon had a sweet buzzing started. I spread my thighs, arched my hips, and slid Vibe inside. I don't think I sighed and heard angels singing, but darn did it feel wonderful. I pressed that thing inside till I thought I'd break something and then began the twist. And the sliding almost out and the all the way back in. I found that the wider I spread my lips the sharper the sensations inside along the walls of my pussy. It wasn't long until I couldn't resist rubbing my clit. The orgasm that followed was simply amazing.

And for the girl that doesn't pay much attention to her vibrator...well, let's just say we've been very close the last few nights. Perhaps the trend will continue or I just might settle back into the comfortable familiarity of my nimble fingers. But for the moment...I've a very satisfied woman.

Funny Stuff

2008-09-07T07:58:00.003-05:00

I haven't decided if this is really dirty or not, but it sure did make me laugh! There are some words that I just can't say with a straight face...wiener being one of them...so I crack up just reading it. There is something probably dirty about that...

Revelations

2008-09-06T18:25:00.002-05:00

When I first started this blog it was with the intentions of having a place where I could explore my sexuality in a "safe" environment. I also wanted to be able to share some of my writing as several had told me it shouldn't be kept to myself. Along the way, there have been a lot of surprises...mostly all good. To name a few, I found that posing my body, mostly in the nude, for a photo wasn't terrifying. I discovered that posting those mostly nude photos was actually very liberating. I've met some very nice, wonderful people.

Then, I had a somewhat sharp attack of conscience. I've made no secret that except for brief releases, I am a good girl and this so called naughty side stays firmly out of sight. It dawns on me that perhaps it might come across as if I'm ashamed to have decidedly naughty or kinky or base desires. That isn't true...but I am not used to sharing those things in such a public forum. Anyway, I felt that maybe I'd gotten caught up in the freeness of it all. It sort of reminds me of the baby that is starting to walk. Those first steps are kind of wobbly and then with praise and encouragement she lets go of the coffee table and starts walking. Then suddenly she realizes that she's not holding on to anything and falls to her butt terrified of having let go.

Well...I fell to my butt terrified of what I'd exposed of myself. It wasn't just to the kind readers that are always encouraging and thoughtful with their comments. It wasn't just to the few nasty readers who left some hurtful words. It wasn't just to DF. I felt exposed to myself and frankly it was sort of a shock.

I've always been the kind to run like the wind when things became complicated or confusing. I never want to be the first to voice a new feeling in the relationship for fear that I'm the only one feeling it. I suppose you could say that I'm a shallow person...never wanting to dig or feel too deep. You get hurt when you feel to deeply and I hate getting hurt. So, when a probing question came, my answer was honest and gasp...more than surface level...the urge to close shop and run came swift.

I felt that more than what I wanted to be revealed was as plain as day for anyone clicking by. I needed to step back and reconsider what I was letting go of here. Perhaps it seems down right silly to be this emotional about a blog, but I've been honest here and I let my emotions bleed right into so many posts. I might not know your face if I saw you on the street, but you are real people and you do know an awful lot about me. For the good girl it was a scary thought.

But, one of the best things to come from reflection and thinking is the revelation. I am exactly who I am and probably exactly who I should be. I am the young woman who holds down a darn respectable job, who influences lives on a daily basis, who loves her family and values friendships beyond all else. I am a spiritual person who believes in someone far greater than myself. I have values and morals that I'd fight to defend. I'm also the young woman who craves the touch of fingers that bring me to orgasm. I am the one who enjoys the sting of a bite or the slap of a hand across my ass. This mouth can say the dirtiest of things and the sound of a rough growl as he comes sounds like music in my ear. A few of my desires and tastes run toward the dark and base. Still...it is all me.

I feared for a while that this blog would have to go as I couldn't seem to balance out the good and the naughty. I tried...several weeks of silence and I still feel a tug to write and share. My revelation...I am who I am and fighting one or trying to be all the other is pointless. From here on out there has to be a blend and a balance. There are some things that I simply need to keep a little bit more private if for no one else but myself. There are some things that can be shared that are simply not dark or kinky but are things that just bring me joy.

It is funny because in a way I might be exposing even more of myself. But, it feels okay and right. So, thank you to those of you who stuck around and didn't want me to just float away on the wind. And dear blog...welcome back!

HNT...Slip Of A Thing

2008-08-14T05:00:00.000-05:00

If you look closely you'll see a lot of evidence of my new kitty. Not exactly the bites and scratches I'd want to have on my flesh.

Kiss Me

2008-08-12T14:05:00.002-05:00

I'm craving a kiss and frustrated that I can't have it...yet. For some reason, the images in my head weren't making it across in words. I still think you'll enjoy the few that are here, but know that the image behind them was hot, intense, and soulful.

Sneaking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her. Bringing their bodies close together, he pushed the soft tresses from her neck and laid his mouth on her skin. Her toes curled into the soft carpet beneath her feet. His touch never failed to send fiery heat shooting straight down her spine to warm her core.

“Welcome home.” she murmured, as she tilted her head to allow him better access.

She shivered as his tongue left a moist trail across her throat. With just enough pressure to cause her body to tighten, but not enough to leave a mark, he began to lave and suck the skin beneath her ear. With a groan, he took her lobe into his mouth. Her nails pressed into the backs of his hands as she pressed her bottom against him.

Turning her in his arms, his mouth came down on hers full of need. The kiss held passion and heat. Parting her lips, he teased her with the top of his tongue. With a whimper of encouragement, she let his tongue take full possession of her mouth. Her taste was sweet and her mouth moved with his in a familiar way.

He groaned deep and low into her mouth. She arched up into the kiss, wanting and needing to feel more. Pulling back, he looked into eyes and smiled a knowing smile.

HNT...Desert Sand

2008-08-07T06:00:00.001-05:00

This isn't normally a look I wear around, but it was a request.

And I kind of have a thing for the requester so there it is...

my other cleavage.

HNT...Wandering

2008-07-31T05:00:00.000-05:00

I had wandering fingers.

Wishful Thinking

2008-07-27T15:06:00.005-05:00

Stories seem more personal when they are written in first person. When I wrote this I wanted it to feel and be...personal. It is a little on the long side, but I think it is well worth the read.

Just as I pull back the curtain to step under the hot spray, I hear a loud succession of knocks at the front door. Not expecting anyone, but curious all the same who is there, I reach into the shower and turn the knob to stop the flow of water. Grabbing my short, white terry robe to cover my nakedness, I walk to the front door and look out the peep hole.

My breath catches in my throat as I begin to unbolt the door. You aren't supposed to be here...not tonight. Opening the door, I take in the man before me. I can't help but notice the dress slacks and button down shirt. I also make note of the way your hair looks like you've combed restless fingers through it.

“I thought you were busy...” I begin, but the words die on my lips when you brush past me into the apartment. You shut the door and redo the locks.

“I am not in the mood to be gentle.”

The questions will not stop, but I won't allow them to cross my lips. I am too grateful to question the hows and whys of your appearance here tonight. Instead I focus on that untamed look in your eyes. Moving into your arms, I tilt my head back for the kiss. There is no preamble to it as you open your mouth over mine and let your tongue have free reign in my mouth. It stokes against my own and begins the artful dance deep into my mouth and then the retreat so mine can chase and tangle back.

With one hand cupping my head, the other strokes down my back and around to the knot at my waist. With one tug, it releases and the robe opens. When your fingers meet bare skin, you pull back and look down. I am not one to make a habit of sleeping or walking about naked. One dark brow arches.

“I was about to shower.”

With not so gentle hands you take hold of the fabric and begin to push it down my shoulders, stopping when my arms are trapped at my side. You place your fingers at the base of my throat. You feel the muscles move as I swallow. You smile as you move those fingers down. I hold my breath waiting for you touch my heavy breasts or the nipples that have hardened. Instead you trail your fingers between my flesh, down over the gentle swell of my stomach, and into the curls between my legs. Threading your fingers, you tug. At first, I do not move. Unsatisfied, you tug again, with more pressure. Shocked at this new intimate way of being brought to you, I move closer. You step back in the direction of my bedroom and tug again. With every step you take back, I take one step forward until we are standing next to the bed.

Releasing me, you finish removing the robe. My fingers work the buttons down the front of your chest. Stopping when I reach the belt, I tug the fabric up and out of your pants. When the last button comes free, you shrug out of the shirt and let it fall to the floor. Working the belt loose, I pull it from your waist. As I drop it to the floor, you step out of your shoes and toe off your socks. I lean in and press kisses along your jaw. With a stroke of my tongue, I move down the side of your throat to your shoulder. I use my teeth to scrape against your skin. My hands move over your chest and stop when I have covered your flat nipples. I just begin to close my fingertips around the hard nubs when you stop me.

“Finish.”

Reluctantly leaving your nipples, I trail my fingers down your sides until I reach the pants. With a tug and a zip, I push all your remaining clothing down your hips, over your thighs, to your feet. Stepping out, you turn and sit on the edge of my bed. Walking into the space between your thighs, I cradle your head against my breasts. I can feel the pressure of your fingers at my hips. I can feel the deep breath you take and then the gentle kiss you place above my heart. I close my eyes as you sigh against my heated flesh. Looking down at you, I realize any gentleness you brought left on that breath.

Pulling me down to the bed, you cover most of my body with yours. Again our mouths meet and mate. The kisses are possessive and rough. We both know my lips will have that slightly swollen look in the morning, but neither care. Struggling for purchase on the bed, we move to the middle. My back is cushioned by the pillows and covers while I raise my bended knees up around your hips. I can feel the heaviness of your cock against the aching center of my body, but you don't seem in a hurry to ease the ache.

Your mouth moves to my breasts. First, you suck one nipple into your mouth and pull hard. The pleasure seems to run straight from your wet mouth to my wet pussy. One hand curls into your ass, while the other holds your head against me. You continue to suck and lave. Moving to the other, you nip the flesh above the nipple. I moan and arch up into your mouth. Your fingers ply the wet tip you just abandoned, while you feast on the other. My hips rock against your cock and I tighten my knees.

You make a slow trek down my body as I rest my feet against the bed. My hands reach to soothe the breasts you left tender, while I watch your dark head move between my thighs. I wait for the touch of your mouth. Instead I feel your hands stroke my thighs as you slip your arms under my raised knees and you begin to rub along my pubic bone. With warm breaths against my wet flesh, you stroke your thumbs down the lips to message the delicate flesh outside the opening to my body. Stroking back up, you press my wet lips together and expose my hard clit to your gaze. I wiggle in an attempt to bring my body to your mouth, but you seem to want to tease and torture tonight.

“Work your muscles.”

Trusting you know what to do to bring my body unbelievable pleasure, I flex the inner muscles and acutely feel the rolling motion as you pull the lips. You use erotic words to describe what you see; how the wet opening comes together and opens back up, how my clit jumps with the roll, how my scent is driving you mad, how much you want to taste the shiny wetness. I whimper and moan, but still your mouth hasn't lowered. My mind is screaming that I am over exposed to you, but my body can't find the will to do anything but respond to your words and touch.

When I feel the pressure of your fingers leave my skin, I look down and watch as you bring two fingers to my mouth. I open and readily begin to curl my tongue around your fingers. I suck and coat them with my saliva. I know they are going to be sliding inside my body. Again, spread open for your pleasure, you slide your fingers into my pussy. You press down against the tight rings inside and stop at the deepest part of my pussy. Unable to control the tightening, I arch. With one hand touching me inside, you press the other down against the curls at the top of my pussy.

“Please.” I manage to work out into the heat.

“Please what?”

“Please put your mouth on me. Suck.”

With your fingers still working from the inside, you cover my lips and clit with your mouth. Finally, the firm, broad strokes from your tongue and the pressure of your lips brings a small measure of relief. I can feel myself creaming around your fingers and the wetness coating my inner thighs and down to my ass. Your fingers move out to hold me open while you suck and taste me in the most intimate of ways. My hand cups your neck and toys with your hair. I sigh and moan.

You shift your body and I can feel the wetness on your chin and lips as you move up between my legs. I can't help but smile at the mess you've trailed up my body. Bringing your lips to mine, I eagerly taste myself on your lips. I curl my tongue around yours and draw the slick wetness off. With a final kiss to your lips and my hands curled into your shoulders, I begin to nibble and use flat strokes of my tongue to lick the remaining wetness off your chin and down your throat.

“You are a messy eater.” I whisper as I move across your collar bone.

I feel the vibrations in your chest as you growl. I start to shift from under you, clearly wanting my turn to touch and tease, but you stop me by fully lowering your weight to my body. Getting the message, I sigh and relax back. As you ease off my body, I reach between us and use my thumb to stroke the tip of your cock. My wetness is there and also I smear the bead of moisture that has formed across the slit. Experimenting with my grip, I curl my fingers around your hard cock. Pressing my hips down to the bed, I slide the tip of your cock between my lips to brush against my clit.

Taking back control, I feel you nudge the wet and gripping flesh at the opening of my pussy. With one hand braced on the bed by my head, the other lays against my throat. You look at me and watch my eyes closely. Experimenting, you increase the pressure. I lick my lips and moan in the back of my throat as your thumb presses into the soft flesh of my neck and your middle finger meets the hard bone of my jaw. I close my eyes and arch my hips up against your cock. I want you to be inside of me, but you seem content to stay just at the opening of wet heat.

“Say.” You nudge just the tip of your head inside my pussy. My muscles are already working to try and pull you the rest of the way inside.

“My.” With a controlled slide, you ease further into me, but not deep enough.

“Name.” Finally, you are deep and where we both want you to be.

Your name comes out on a moan. I grip you inside with wet, velvety walls. My knees close around your hips and my feet curl against the back of your thighs. My arms pull you down to me.

For a moment, I simply flutter around your cock as you hold still and rest your forehead against mine. Then you begin to move. Setting a rhythm and pace I know well and easily catch. The thrusts are deep and fast. My breasts are pressed against your chest and you feel the movement of each as we rock together. For several moments the only sounds in the room are grunts and moans, breathy pants, and the slick slide of hard flesh into yielding flesh.

Shifting, you press my thighs back and down, fully opening my pussy and ass to your gaze. My breath catches as you press the head of your cock against the tight pucker of my ass. I gasp and can't control the tensing of my body. With a hand around your cock, you nudge the opening, but do not penetrate. The pressure is intense and the pleasure unbelievably raw. My fingers reach down and open my lips as I rub against the hard knot of my clit. As you rock against my ass, you slid two fingers deep inside my puss. Turning them up, you find and stroke the spot inside that makes me buck against your hand.

I want to come, but I desperately want to come around your cock. You seem to know this without me having to vocalize the request as your fingers slide out and you slide your cock inside.

“Hold yourself open.”

I keep my fingertips on the slick flesh. I feel you slide into my pussy and then out to slide through the open lips to tap my clit. Then you slide down and back inside. You continue this tantalizing routine until I can't do anything but feel. My fingers fall away and I reach for you. With your hands pressing my thighs open, you thrust deep. I tighten and let my breathing increase. I feel the familiar coiling deep inside. It feels hot and piercing as I open my thighs wider.

The pace increases and I can't control the hoarse moans that are clawing up my throat. I feel the beads of sweat that drop to my neck as you lean down to me. My fingers curl into your thighs and my body sweetly tightens around your cock as I come hard over you. You hold still and feel the tightness as my walls contract and wetly pull against your cock. With another thrust, you groan into my ear as you come. I savor the jerking movement of your cock as your semen coats my pussy.

Hearing the ragged pants and beginning to feel the moisture behind my knees and across your back, you turn us to our sides to face each other. Your hands finger comb my hair away from my face. Looking into my eyes, you press a kiss to my lips. Tangling my legs with yours, I wrap my arm around your back and stroke. Sighing, I snuggle down against you.

“You mentioned something about a shower...”

“Join me...later.”

HNT...Welcome Home

2008-07-24T00:05:00.000-05:00

I think I've successfully swept away all the cobwebs from this blog, and I'm ready to get back in the groove of things. What more appropriate way could there be then starting with HNT?! Go head and look...I know you'd probably just skip past anything else I wrote anyway...

This was a little something I took forever ago when I was packing up for my move. Okay it wasn't really forever ago, but damn it felt like it. As you can probably gather, this is my backside in black lace (which I normally only pull out for special occasions...you are so lucky!) over a box of my pots and pans. Perhaps I should have titled this Let's Get Cookin'.

Anyway, I'm so glad to be home and mostly on the mend from my oral surgery. Thank you to all of you kind readers who emailed to check on me. It was very thoughtful and very appreciated! Also, thanks to Rae for doing a guest post in my absence. You are welcome back anytime sweets!

I have no plans to leave the blog unattended anytime soon, so please add me back to your regular stops around blogland. And you can bet that I'll be making the rounds too! It's great to be home!

Wanting

2008-07-10T17:02:00.003-05:00

I'm left wanting...

to twitch.

to take sexy photos.

him.

a really good orgasm.

sexiness.

my bed and the comfort I find there.

not to be wanting.

Open Wide

2008-07-06T22:05:00.004-05:00

I have a theory on how to improve my blow job technique...

Any one's curiosity piqued?

Tomorrow I'm having all four of my wisdom teeth removed. It seems pretty straightforward, but my oral surgeon has told me that it won't be a pleasant experience. Well, what is a summer without a little painful dental work?

So, tomorrow after having my jaw held open for two hours and fingers and such hovering around the back of my throat I should be ready for anything a cock could do to my mouth. Now I just need a volunteer on which to test my theory...

Seriously, y'all wish me a as-pain-free-as-possible next few days!

Hit And Miss

2008-06-30T10:58:00.002-05:00

First, thanks to Rae for being such a good blogging buddy and doing a little post for me! I'm not usually away from my internet so long, but moving does have its own ups and downs. For instance...still a connection problem somewhere along the way.

I'm actually blogging from a very "good girl" location so this blog might remain sparse for the next couple of weeks. Everyone be nice and hang in there with me!

I hope you wonderful bloggers are having a naughty time. Enjoy it just a little bit extra for me okay?!

She lives!

2008-06-25T20:47:00.003-05:00

Okay, I do have it on good authority that The Naughty One does, indeed, live. She texted me this afternoon and asked that since she is still in the process of moving, and does not yet have internet access if I couldn't please (pretty please, with sugar, and a cherry on top--probably my cherry actually) post something letting everyone know that yes, she is actually alive and well, if a bit busy this week. She is desperately depressed that she will be missing, for the first time since she started, her weekly HNT. Let us have a moment of silence for that missed naked naughtiness....

*sigh*

By the way, this is Rae from over at Always On (yay! Shameless plug!). That would be considerably less shameless if I wasn't in the middle of my own computer problems and had good updates...oh well, we'll shamelessly plug my Erotica site instead. :-) There IS a new post there, and I think that if all of you horny people out there like Ms. Naughty's erotica, you may, perhaps like mine too.

Why me you ask? Ms. Naughty and I met, oh, lightyears ago, back in November approximately. Late November. And she was kind enough to indulge me in some menage a trois playtime (on the Internet, natch) with my lover back in December. Oh, the fun we had. ;-)

She did promise to be back up and running with her HNT (AND her delicious, delightful, delectable erotica) in the next week or slightly more...but hopefully there will be no more missed HNTs. She is alive, well, and missing you all TERRIBLY.

And may I say it is quite freeing to post on someone else's blog. How yummy.

HNT...Trois

2008-06-19T07:46:00.003-05:00

I've had fun doing my little striptease, but I think I'll give some other body parts a chance to shine in future HNTs. If you missed anything you find the previous pictures here...menage a trois.

In other not so naughty news, I'm moving tomorrow. I will try to post as soon as possible, but if you've ever moved you know what I'm in for this weekend. Y'all try and behave yourselves!

Experimental

2008-06-14T20:13:00.002-05:00

I'd seen this quiz around and decided to take it. I wasn't surprised at all by what it said...I've always thought I was experimental and curious about sex. How else is a girl supposed to know what turns her on or not?! I'm still wrapped up in boxes and tape. I have a story (inspired by a lovely nap I had the other day...) in the works, but I need to tweak it and having the time for tweaking is limited these days.

So...anyone up for a little experimentation?!

Do you have an inclination for BDSM?
created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Experimental

Experimentation is a great place to be. Open-mindedness when it comes to sexuality can open doors and allow you to discover things that you didn't think you would find engaging. Having such a curious attitude can help you learn more about your own sexual nature as well as the nature of others.

Experimental

96%

Switch

96%

Submissive

68%

Exhibitionist / Voyeur

61%

Bondage

50%

Sadist

43%

Dominant

43%

Vanilla

32%

Degradation Lover

25%

Masochist

11%

HNT...A

2008-06-12T06:00:00.000-05:00

Did anyone guess my theme?

You know in looking at this I realize just how light my nipples are. It all sort of fades together. So...more pink and black!

If you missed last week...Menage

This week...A

Anyone want to guess what next week will be titled?!

Busy Girl

2008-06-10T15:15:00.002-05:00

Poor blog...it probably misses me! I know I miss it and all my favorite Naughty Reads.

My life is sort of crazy at the moment. I'm moving in 11 days. Sexy things are still happening (I was treated to some very dom treatment by DF last night...always leaves me twitching!) but by the time I'm settled down I'm not in the mood to write.

Sorry! I feel like such a bad blogger.

I hope things will be back to some semblance of normalcy soon! Thanks for hanging in there with me.

I hope you guys are all doing well!

HNT...Menage

2008-06-05T05:00:00.000-05:00

Pink...so girly. Black...so naughty.

Turn Up The Heat

2008-06-02T00:00:00.000-05:00

It has been so hot here lately. I think I could deal with the heat, but the humidity is even worse. Today as I lay in bed, dewy behind my knees and under my breasts, I kept thinking about how heat has such incredible erotic possibilities. See if you agree...

With a sigh I turn over. The air is heavy with heat. Not bothering to open my eyes, I kick off the sheet that had bunched around my hips. I can feel the dampness behind my knees and under my breasts. The thin material of my t-shirt pulls against my back as I reach for you. My hand smooths over the bed, searching but not finding you.

Opening my eyes, I realize I'm alone. Sitting up, I cross my arms and reach for the hem of my shirt. My fingers brush against my skin as I pull the shirt over my head. Getting rid of the offending material hasn't helped. My flesh is hot and damp. The rolling power outages must still be going.

The shock of cold tile floor meets my soles as I step into the bathroom. Out of habit, I sit and relieve the pressure that had been building. Finishing, I reach for the panties I had pushed down my thighs. Even they feel too confining; too restrictive against my flesh. Turning to clean my hands, I'm startled to see your reflection in the mirror.

You have something in your hand, but I can't tell what it is. You raise your hand and reach for my back. Meeting your eyes in the mirror, I wait. Will the touch be gentle or demanding? I suck in a sharp breath when the freezing cold ice touches my spine. My eyes close on a sigh. The heat of my body melts the ice quickly. I shudder as the beads of water roll down to the small of my back.

Pulling my hair to the side, your lips find my neck. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I groan as you lick the salty moisture from my skin. Your body feels scalding against mine, but I don't have the desire to pull away. My hands press against the cool counter as your arm reaches around me and slips inside my panties. One thick finger teases the slick seam.

Opening my thighs wider, I watch you in the mirror. I want to glance down to where your fingers are stroking my cunt, but I can't look away. I feel you circling the tender hole. The teasing touches end as you push your finger inside. I immediately clench around your finger. I press forward as you press the heel of your hand against my clit. For several minutes you simply work my body, playing to my desire and need.

I groan as you pull your hand away. Reaching for your wrist I bring your fingers to my mouth. I taste my desire as I nibble and suck your fingers knuckle deep in my mouth. Running the fingers down over the soft curve of my stomach, you press them back between my thighs. I reach down and push my now drenched panties down my thighs. A final wiggle sends them to the floor.

The heat from our bodies touching is almost overwhelming. I can feel the small tendrils of hair at my neck soaked with sweat. I can feel the moisture gathering and beginning to trail down between my breasts. I reach up to cup my breasts and pluck my nipples. Your hands leave the wet heat of my cunt. One hand reaches for your cock and the other presses hard against my back. Bending me over the counter, you now have a perfect view of my ass and wet lips.

I feel you nudge the head of your cock against me. I reach down and hold myself open. With a harsh groan, you slide your thick cock between my lips. Each stroke ends with your moist tip against my swollen clit. Rocking against you, we tease each other. Finally, with a gasp, you slide inside my hot cunt. Your bare flesh against my pulsating wet walls is intense. My body immediately closes around you, holding you.

With forceful thrusts and breathy pants and moans, you fuck me. Your arms bracket my body as your palms land next to mine on the counter. You whisper incoherently against my back. All I can do is feel. I feel the sharp edge of the counter against my belly, the heat of your body against my back, drops of sweat in dips and hollows. Without warning my cunt tightens low and deep. I cream around your cock, my scream filling the room. You groan as you jerk inside my body and spill your seed.

Twisting in your arms, I sink to my knees. The cold tile is a welcome relief after being surrounded by such incredible heat. My nails lightly rake along your back thighs until they curve around your ass. Your cock is still wet and shiny. I lick my lips and kiss your stomach. With a smile, I take your semi hard cock into my mouth. With firm pressure from my tongue, I begin to lick you clean. The taste of your cum and my wetness explode against my tongue.

Pulling away from my mouth, you pull me up against you. We are hot, sticky, sweating...sated. With a smile, you lean in and kiss my mouth. Our mouths fuse and our tongues tangle. Leaning together, I reach into the shower and turn the water on full blast. Breaking contact, I step into the cold water and moan.

“Join me.”

Just A Little Bit Slutty

2008-05-31T07:39:00.004-05:00

First, thanks to everyone who commented on the HNT from yesterday! Sometimes when I'm looking for a picture (or taking a picture) I tend to think "show more skin", but the more I looked at yesterday's picture (and I'll admit...I looked a lot) the sexier I found it. So, more less revealing pictures just might be on their way. I already have one in mind...

Yesterday I decided to wear the white button down shirt that was in the HNT. I thought, "Why not? It'll be my own little thrill." I actually had an interview to go to so it felt a little bit slutty. I mean, I'd use that shirt and bra combination to please readers and now I was wearing it to present a professional front. The interview went well and I think a tad of that was due to the confidence boosted by knowing I looked great in what I was wearing.

On the way home, I texted DF about the interview. I'd also mentioned that if I was offered the position it would mean a substantial increase from my current salary. DF being the funny man he is (and knowing first hand about my love of panties) commented that the money "would buy a lot of panties." After work I went out with friends for happy hour at our favorite restaurant. What girl doesn't enjoy happy hour?! I had something fruity, I had something colorful, I had something tart, and before I knew it I had four cocktail glasses lined up in front of me. Needless to say I was a little bit tipsy.

Everyone knows the funnest thing to do when you're in that almost-drunk-but-not-quite stage is to call (or in my case text) people. I told a couple of people I was tippy (I'm not a good speller on my best day and even worse when I'm tippy...) and when I discovered it I found it so funny. Actually everyone at the table found it funny. Anyway, at some point I mentioned something else to DF about buying me panties. To which he replied, "U r a panty slut." Normally I have to be in the right mood to be called that, but last night I just got this smile and thought, "Yeah. Yeah I am."

And speaking of being slutty, you guys should go read Lucy's post about being slutty. She posed a great question to which everyone should add their two cents. Hope everyone has a great weekend. Try and find some time to do something just a little bit slutty!

HNT...Button Popping

2008-05-29T06:00:00.000-05:00

Okay, this is sort of a re-run of something I took back in February. Still red and white and my skin is hot, right?! That is one of my favorite bras...I feel so sexy in it. Now, I'm kind of running out of ideas for HNT. No groaning...I'm a good girl turned naughty and can only think of so many half naked poses. Feel free to drop your suggestions in the comments...

Entirely Too Many

2008-05-26T15:35:00.003-05:00

I have entirely too many panties!

I came to this realization today as I was doing the laundry...which I hate. As I sorted the panties load (yes I have enough to qualify them for their own delicate cycle through the washer) I couldn't help but start counting. Thirty-three panties to be exact. What on earth am I doing with so many pairs of panties?!

The answer is simple...I love panties. I don't think I have a fetish because I don't do anything fetishy with them...unless wearing them counts. But panties make me feel sexy and I can't help but love anything that accomplishes that! I was just mentioning to someone recently that I feel more sexy in just a pair of panties than completely naked. There seems to be something delicious about keeping that one part of me covered while exposing all the rest. Yep...my panties turn me on.

Yes, that is a ridiculous amount of panties, but they all have their purpose. Well, you know the purpose beyond keeping my girly part cuddled. My favorite style is the cotton hipster. They cover where I want to be covered but don't ride up a mile on my back beneath jeans. My definitely curvy ass and those panties just fit perfectly together. And why mess with perfection huh?

There are the lace panties that make me feel like a lady. I love the black panties (and added very recently a red pair...) that give me that boost of power. The pink (in all its shades) make me feel sexy and so girly. I have a sheer melon colored string bikini pair that make me feel just a little slutty. And of course, all the colorful pairs that just make me feel like having fun.

So while I do try to toss something old when I buy something new, I have a feeling my collection of panties will always be rather large in number. Diamonds and chocolates might turn other women's heads, but never underestimate the power of a pretty pair of panties...

That Is Exciting

2008-05-25T12:23:00.004-05:00

There isn't anything too naughty going on this weekend. Just a little bit of the usual and a little bit of the exciting. Hope y'all enjoy the holiday weekend!

You Are An Exclamation Point

You are a bundle of... well, something.
You're often a bundle of joy, passion, or drama.

You're loud, brash, and outgoing. If you think it, you say it.
Definitely not the quiet type, you really don't keep a lot to yourself.

You're lively and inspiring. People love to be around your energy.
(But they do secretly worry that you'll spill their secrets without even realizing it.)

You excel in: Public speaking

You get along best with: the Dash

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

So...who is a dash?!

Bare Bottom

2008-05-23T07:39:00.011-05:00

For a while now, DF has been trying to bring out the naughty girl in me in a very non-naughty place...the office. We tried a few days ago and while I did get all hot and bothered I couldn't get past the whole work thing. But, never one to give up easily, I'm going to try again.

Today.

At work, most everyone will be gone for lunch at the same time so I'll have some uninterrupted time alone in my...office. My desk has been turning me on for days now so I'm hoping I can get past the whole "I'm at work!" and have a little fun today with DF.

Oh...and to help things along...I'm not wearing panties today.

***After thought....

Who said work couldn't be fun?! All morning my bare bottom felt so sensitive against the fabric of my skirt. Every time I crossed my legs or shifted on my seat I was reminded that I wasn't wearing panties. It felt fun! It felt kind of dirty! When everyone else headed out to lunch I slipped back to my desk and after a brief (thanks to being so twitchy and some verbal inspiration from DF) few minutes of finger work I was coming...at my desk.

Afterward, I felt a little bit guilty, a little bit dirty (not the good kind), and then I felt a little bit sexy. Anyway, while I don't think I'll be up for all kinds of public sex I did enjoy myself!

HNT...Finger Lickin'

2008-05-22T05:42:00.002-05:00

This really doesn't need an explanation. Though I will say DF did well...

Sweet Fruit

2008-05-19T19:45:00.003-05:00

This morning as I cut some watermelon for my lunch I let my imagination run wild. This did not happen...though that would have been a great way to start my day. Now I'm in the mood for watermelon again...

Following the sound of her humming, he found her sitting at the kitchen table. She was still wearing the tank top and panties she'd pulled on when she'd slipped from their bed. Her hair had been haphazardly pulled up into a knot on the top of her head. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned down and placed an open mouth kiss on her neck.

“Hmm...I thought you were sleeping late.”
“I missed you.”

Sliding into the chair across from her, he watched her cutting thick slices of watermelon. With her knife she cut the juicy red fruit into perfect square chunks and then dumped them into the bowl. Every time she picked up a handful of fruit, the juices would run down her hands and arms. She caught his eyes following the drops as they trailed down her skin.

She reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of watermelon. Smiling, she slowly brought the piece to her mouth. Sliding it into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed as she chewed the juicy piece of fruit. Opening her eyes, she caught him licking his lips. She bit her bottom lip and eyed the fruit in the bowl. Reaching for another piece, she offered it to him.

“Want a taste?” she murmured.

He shook his head. She shrugged her shoulders and brought the fruit to her mouth. Opening her lips, she bit through the fruit. The sweet juice flooded her mouth and dribbled down her chin. As she chewed, she arched her neck and let the juice continue on its path down her throat. He cleared his throat as she swallowed.

Deciding that this was a wonderful way to get in a daily serving of fruit, she reached for another piece. The only sound in the kitchen was their breathing. Arching her eyebrow, she brought the dripping fruit to her mouth and then dipped her hand down. She placed the cool fruit against her warm skin and slid the fruit down over her throat. She moaned as the fruit slid easily across the rounded upper curve of her breast. He groaned as she slid the fruit into the hollow between her breasts.

Reaching across the table for her wrist, he brought her fingers and the red fruit to her mouth. She smiled and then opened her mouth. He guided the fruit onto her tongue. Closing her lips around her fingers she sucked the juice off and then began to nibble the fruit. The next piece she crushed in her palm and then swept her hands across her chest and neck. It was like finger painting with a sweet juicy paint.

Pushing back from the table, she reached for the hem of her tank and then pulled it over her head. Standing in her panties and nothing else, she looked at her lover. She hooked her finger and motioned for him to come toward her. She bumped her ass against the edge of the table. Putting his hands on her hips, he urged her up onto the table.

Tangling his hands into her hair, he took her mouth. Her mouth was still sticky and wet from the watermelon. His teeth nipped at her lip. She eagerly opened her mouth for his kiss. He tasted her first with his tongue and then with his whole mouth. Giving as good as she got, her soft mouth was moving against his, her hands plowing through his hair, and her thighs pulling him closer to her.

Easing her back against the sticky table, he continued eat at her mouth. “I'll have that taste now.” he breathed against her throat.

Looking at her, he watched her hazel eyes darken. Taking it as an invitation, he began to ease the soft cotton down her legs. Letting the panties slip to the kitchen floor he reached for a piece of fruit. Her breath caught in anticipation as he slid the fruit down her curved belly and across the now slick folds of her pussy.

“Baby...” she whimpered.

He popped the fruit into his mouth and chewed. She watched his throat as he swallowed the sweet fruit. Meeting her eyes, he watched a warm flush spread. Smiling, she let her thighs fall open. With a wolfish grin, he tasted her warm and willing flesh. She moaned as his morning scruff rasped across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He let his tongue soothe the chafed skin. Her hips jerked at the touch.

“Relax darlin'.”
“Easy for you to say...”

Leaning up on her arms, she watched him again spread her lips and taste. Her body was humming with pleasure as he worked two fingers into her tight hole and used his tongue and lips to tease her clit. Her soft growls and moans were quickly bringing him to the brink. His cock was hard and a bead of moisture had formed at the tip.

With a hand flat on her chest, he pressed her back against the table. He lifted her legs high to his shoulders. His cock pressed against her wet opening. With a hard slam, he drove into her. He stretched her and the pressure was deep.

Crying out she ran her hands over his chest, digging her nails into the soft skin above his nipples. Taking him easily in her wet heat she quickly began to feel the sweet tightening of her inner body. With a scream of pleasure she tightened around his cock and shuddered. His groan of release quickly followed hers.

Each was sweaty and hot as they collapsed together. He kissed her lightly on the mouth and then across the bridge of her nose. With care, he lowered her legs, but stayed between them. Now that the passion was spent, the stickiness from the watermelon was starting to dry on her skin. She also noticed that some how a tiny black seed had gotten stuck in his chest hair.

Laughing she reached up and pulled it off. “I'll put the watermelon away if you'll go start the bath water...”

HNT...Red

2008-05-15T00:05:00.001-05:00

A couple of weekends ago I decided to do something new with my hair. I cut it and decided to go red. I love it!

Making Fuck

2008-05-13T18:16:00.003-05:00

So, I've always wondered...just what is the difference between making love and fucking? I might be totally wrong, but I've always thought making love was slow and tender and well...loving. Fucking always seems to be hard and fast...raw. While I do so enjoy that quick-fire, dirty talkin', let's-get-down-to-business sometimes I crave that slow build and sensual orgasm. I think I want to make love...or make slow...or well make something.

When you pick up a romance novel (okay...they are a guilty (and sometimes really naughty) pleasure) the couple are hot and heavy and then at some point it shifts and there is this "magical" moment where they are supposedly fucking and then it becomes making love. I'm not one hundred percent sure I've ever been one hundred percent in love so maybe I've never made love. Help a girl out!

Are making love and fucking one in the same?
Can you make love with someone you're not in love with?
Can you fuck someone you're totally, deeply in love with?
What do you consider "making love"?

Don't leave me hanging here...

On The Run

2008-05-10T06:00:00.000-05:00

Her cell phone was chirping as she entered her bedroom. She'd purposely left it on the night stand when she went out to run. She was a girl prone to running...running on the pavement and running when things became complicated. Tonight she'd chosen to pound the pavement. As her breathing began to return to normal, she walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

Right on cue, the cordless phone began to ring. He was persistent and she couldn't help but offer up a small smile. After a careless remark her natural instinct had been to withdrawal. He didn't know it yet, but she planned to give in. She'd simply needed some time to think. She listened to the click of the answering machine as it picked up his call.

“Baby...you've made your point.”

With a sigh, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and slowly peeled it off her body. With an observant eye, she noted the flush across her chest and the small dots of moisture between and underneath her breasts.

“Are you getting ready to relax in a fru-fru smelling bath?”

Despite herself, she giggled. She cupped her breasts and let her fingers tease the pale pink flesh surrounding her nipples. The cool air and her touch were causing the crinkling that he loved to explore with his tongue. She sighed and skimmed her hands down to the cotton band of her pants. In one smooth motion, the cotton and her panties pooled at her feet. Stepping away, she turned toward the tub and reached for the faucet.

“I wish I could see all that creamy skin...watching you shed the layers that have protected you all day.”

With a twist of her wrist, hot water poured into the tub. She liberally poured a sweet smelling pink liquid into the flow of water. Scented bubbles began to fill the tub. Leaning back, she watched those bubbles grow and spread. Once the water reached the perfect level, she gingerly stepped into the soothing bubbles. With a pleasurable sigh, she sank down into the depths of her bath.

“You've probably sunk into those suds and tilted your head back against the rim of the tub. You think you've hidden yourself, but you are your most vulnerable at this moment. You know it. More importantly...I know it.”

With a small shake of her head, she reached for the scratchy puff ball that would wash away the residue of her run...and her thinking. She slowly began to run the puff along her shoulders and down one arm. She pulled it back up and again made the sweep across her neck to repeat the gesture on the other arm. With eyes closed, she leaned forward slightly in an effort to reach her back.

“Are you reaching all those hard to touch places? Think how much easier it would be if an extra pair of gentle hands were there to help...”

Resting once again in the bubbles, she drew her knee up and began the slow sweep down to her toes. She took a moment to admire the pattern of white bubbles and wet skin. Continuing, she moved to her other leg lavishing the same attention to it. Done with the puff, she set it adrift with a push of her hand.

“Rest baby. Enjoy that water and those silly bubbles. Imagine those touches of water against your skin as my fingers.”

With eyes closed, she began to gently trail her nails against the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Using her palm, she cupped the mound and smiled as she felt her hard nipple pressing into her skin. She wasn't normally a girl who found extreme pleasure from breast play, but she had to admit that each touch seemed to tug at her core. She visibly swallowed then let her tongue dart out to wet her lips. The soft moan that followed was full of pleasure and filled the steamy room.

“Yes baby. You are touching...I know you are. I want to stroke your wet skin...touching your sides and rubbing your soft belly. Slipping lower, I will thread my fingers through that patch of hair that shows you are a woman...my woman. Touch what I can't.”

Unable to resist the sound of his voice giving her direction and the throb that had started low in her belly, she touched. One hand cupped her breast and the other slipped between her thighs. She spread her thighs and stroked deep. There was wet from the now cooling water and wetness from her increasingly warm pussy. Tapping her fingers across her lower lips she smiled as her middle finger slipped into her heat. A very crude word escaped her mouth.

The sharp sound of a cell phone snapping shut filled the bathroom.

“You're going to prune in there.”
“Who said you could come into my bathroom?”
“I want to watch.”
“I know...”

He reached out a hand to her. After a moment, she pulled her fingers from between her thighs and placed her hand in his. Gripping her, he helped her stand. Water drops and suds clung to her body. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she stepped over the edge of the tub. He pressed his lips to hers.

Now was the time for giving in...

HNT...Denim

2008-05-08T05:42:00.003-05:00

Denim...panties...

Simple Pleasures

2008-05-06T06:00:00.001-05:00

Just a few of my favorite things...

...cuddling up with a warm body on a rainy night. Sometimes I think I must be such an easy girl, but thunder turns me on. I especially enjoy when the thunder and rain wake me up in the night. I can't help but want to ease back into sleep with a few loud rumbles of my own...

...Ben and Jerry's creme brulee ice cream. Seriously, if you haven't tried that stuff you are missing out. It is heaven on a spoon. Truth to tell, it is probably heaven on an anything. Hmm...

...the building up to a great orgasm. During those times of serious self-control, I love to bring myself to the brink and then take my fingers away. Sometimes that slow rolling throb makes breathing hard, but I love to rest for a moment and then build up to that breaking point. I get so wet doing that...

...stripping half way naked, posing, and hearing that shutter click. I had no idea exposing myself would be so freeing...

...trucks. Big trucks. Big black trucks. Boys. Big boys. Big boys who drive big black trucks...

What do you consider a simple pleasure...

Pimpette

2008-05-05T05:42:00.002-05:00

Well, I've been pimped! Thanks to Sage a few new faces might be peeping around here. Welcome y'all!

I really haven't been too wordy the last few days so the good stuff is probably a few posts down. Anyway, thanks for stopping by and have fun taking a look around!

Fleshbotter

2008-05-02T22:20:00.004-05:00

Apparently, I'm a fleshbotter! Yep...go ahead and check it out. You can find it here...I'll wait.

I'll admit to being fairly new to the sexy side of blogging and such so I didn't know what Fleshbot was all about. Truthfully, I'm still not quite sure. I'm sort of addicted to checking my statcounter so when I saw that I jumped from my normal range of hits to almost double I tried to figure out what had happened. I noticed that many hits were coming from the above link so I checked it out. And there I was! Or rather there was 8 Minutes 28 Seconds.

I still am not positive who put me up there, but I'm going to give credit to Always Aroused Girl. Her name was on the post so maybe she was the one. Either way...she gets the credit!

And speaking of credit, I should give some to DF too. Without him (and that sexy hot phone call) I wouldn't have had anything to post about in the first place. So, DF...here is your credit!

There are lots of links in this post. Happy reading y'all!

HNT...Perfect Spot

2008-05-01T06:00:00.000-05:00

This is the perfect spot for a wet kiss.

Possession

2008-04-27T20:46:00.004-05:00

She wanted to play.

He was at the edge of his control, but would indulge her.

To a point.

Her tongue darted out to moisten her lower lip and then she pulled it into her mouth.

Chewing.

All the while eyeing the thick bulge hidden by the thin material of his briefs.

Her fingers moved across his hardness, brushing the offending material down his thighs.

Nails trailed up his legs and across his thighs.

Her palm cupped his balls as warm breath washed over the tip.

She licked her lips.

And then she licked him.

Her tongue teased the thin slit and smoothed away the bead of moisture.

Using her lips, she placed light sucking kisses along the underside of his cock.

She gloried in the small jerks that betrayed his control.

Harsh groans filled the room.

They made her feel so sexy, wanted.

Her fingers began light rhythmic squeezing near the base of his cock.

She leaned in and closed the distance between her wet mouth and his hardness.

Curling her tongue around the dips and ridges on his skin.

Slow and wet was the slide into her hungry mouth.

His hips impatient and pressing back into her throat.

She could feel the closing of her throat as a gag threatened.

Breathing and relaxing her throat as his cock jerked against her tongue and teeth.

He gently wiped away the small drop of moisture that gathered at the corner of her eye.

His cock reached the back of her throat.

She held him there, flexing her fingers against the base and coarse hair.

"Shit baby. Suck me."

The pulls from her mouth were wet and deep.

Keeping her mouth tight, she let the slick saliva pool around his cock.

His thrusts were short and hard.

With her tongue flat, she applied pressure.

She could feel his cock growing thick, hot, full.

His thumb on her jaw and his fingers on her throat held her still.

Such a carnal pleasure to indulge.

His musky scent filled her nose.

He thrust hard, his hands rough on her now.

Cock jerking, he exploded against the back of her throat.

Swallowing and struggling to breathe, she turned her head.

Slick strings of spit and cum connected her mouth to his cock.

She smiled, his control was shattered.

He smiled, she belonged to him.

HNT...Soapy

2008-04-24T06:50:00.003-05:00

I was inspired this week. Lately I've seen some sexy soapy bloggers (on Edtime Stories and Sex In Texas just to name a couple) and decided to add my own suds to the fun!

It isn't as easy as I thought it might be being all soapy and wet and trying to take pictures. I really could have used an extra pair of hands! None of you would have been interested right?! So, there I am...all soaped up and enjoying my suds. White cherry blossoms from Bath and Body Works is my absolute favorite shower gel. I wish your computer was scratch and sniff cause I smell sweet!

Goodness...all those suds really block your view. I wonder what could be done about that...

8 Minutes 28 Seconds

2008-04-20T19:14:00.002-05:00

How long does it take to have a completely animalistic orgasm? Apparently 8 minutes and 28 seconds.

I went to sleep the normal way. Yeah, the normal way is pretty boring...no orgasm to help ease the transition into sleep. I was really worn out (the week was a tough one) and was pretty much asleep as my head hit the pillow. I didn't expect any phoning because I figured we were both worn out and making it an early night.

I was wrong.

I don't even really know what time it was, but I was woken up by the phone ringing. He was talking dirty and I was getting wet. With the week I'd had, I hadn't gone to sleep the non-normal way for a few days. I was...ready for lack of a better term. I don't remember much about what he said, but I do know that my hand was beneath my panties and on my clit in record time.

There are times when I pay close attention to what he's saying and the verbal play is what does it for me. There are other times when I do the talking and I want to feel in control by making him lose control. And then there are times like that night...where all I can manage is to be totally selfish.

I do not remember all of what he said, but I do recall some pretty intense words about his mouth and my breasts. Also, something about my panties and him pulling them off and putting his cock in their place. I, on the other hand, wasn't much help in returning the mood setting words. I moaned and sighed and touched. Oh how I touched.

We're describing it as animalistic and I think that description totally fits. My fingers were cool against my heated wet folds. The pressure on my clit was firm and it increased the faster I rubbed. I slipped a finger into my pussy to pull the slickness up to my clit to add a new sensation to the feel of my finger against the hard button of my clit. I felt the throb and instead of trying to slow it down and draw the pleasure out I just wanted to come. I don't even know if he came that night. I think he did...I hope he did. How awful right! That night I was a totally selfish partner.

So yeah...selfish, fast, animalistic, demanding orgasms take exactly 8 minutes and 28 seconds.

While You Wait...

2008-04-19T22:35:00.002-05:00

I have a very hot re-telling of a very hot 8 minutes 28 seconds, but it is still being put together. So, since I was tagged by Rae I figured I'd post this little meme. You can never have too much trivial information can you?!

This is Isabella’s Sex Meme. Anyone is welcome to steal it but you must post this rules blurb at the beginning of the meme:
1. You must include this link to Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men.
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.
3. You must tag three people. (Okay, if I must...Hank (or Peggy), Lucy, and Lakota)

1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night? I really like them both (mornings more thanks to a certain DF...) but if I had to pick I'd still probably choose night because then we can still have cuddle and sleep time. I'm a girl and therefore I enjoy the cuddling!

2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye?Umm...I don't know who either of these people are...that makes me a dork huh? I do like the song Sweetest Sin though!

3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos? Oh I love them both! I take better naughty pictures, but have been very happy with my naughty home video too!

4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House? Write in vote...Dr. Derek Sheppard!

5. Vibrator or Dildo? I like the dildos that vibrate! I'd probably still pick the dildo because I like the stretching and full feelings. And I'm pretty good with my own fingers so yep...dildo. Final answer!

6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On? Oh gosh...off. To quote Bridget Jones, "I don't want you to see my wobbly bits."

7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt? Pussy is what comes out naturally, but I've been know to let cunt fly too. I have to agree with Rae though...cunt and cock have a naughty ring!

8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex? He can spank my ass anytime he wants...

9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane? I'm going with the airplane.

10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North? Okay...who are these people?!

11. Word Preference? Cock or dick? Cock is for the actual penis. Dick is what a guy is when he’s being an asshole. (And yes...sometimes men are dicks.)

12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson? Oh here we go again...

13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape? Rope! It might even leave a little mark or two.

14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex? Give rim job...

15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs? Call girl...I have a sort of snobby attitude when it comes to stripping. Plus I can't dance!

16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl? Most likely boy/boy/girl. I'm kind of into being the center of the attention.

17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil? On me...or him? Probably the flavored kind.

18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow? Well, most often swallow, but I wouldn't mind the pearl necklace either. I think I'd look pretty sexy with DF's come on my neck.

19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex With a Stranger? Sex while strangers watch...though they can watch from another room or something. I'm not sure I could perform with an audience around the actual bed.

20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross? No question...the bed.

HNT...Crispy Like Bacon

2008-04-17T06:13:00.000-05:00

Last weekend I was out in the sun. See?! I was totally fooled by it being...I don't know...early April and didn't wear sunscreen. My back wasn't pleased with me. Nor was my front, but you'll just have to image what that looks like. So, to sort of quote DF...I was crispy...like bacon.

Death, Taxes...

2008-04-15T19:58:00.002-05:00

...life being so un-naughty and complicated at times.

These are guaranteed things right?

My life (you know the not naughty one) is very busy and complicated and stressful at the moment. So, coming home and writing something sexy or sexy-inspiring is just too much. For the moment. I hope it is only a moment. I'd miss all my sexy bloggers!

I do have an HNT post for Thursday, and hopefully my flow will be flowing by the weekend. Until then...I didn't want to just leave everyone hanging.

Possibly Useless Information...Round 2

2008-04-13T12:21:00.001-05:00

As promised, here is more little insights into The Naughty One. If you are interested in reading the first round, it is posted below.

The wildest sexual aid I have ever used was...a hairbrush handle. I was sort of in a pinch and the bristles against my clit were a whole new realm of sensations. I wonder what ever happened to that brush...

The most pleasure I have ever had with a foreign object was...some sort of a toy. I haven't had many (maybe three or four), but I'm currently enjoying a g-spot vibe. I'm on a quest to squirt.

The last sexual request I refused was...hmm, it has been a while since I said no, but I think it was probably coming on my face. I don't mind the neck (or if I'm being oral my mouth and chin) down, but something about having cum in my nose and eyes seems degrading. I don't participate in facials often.

The last sexual request someone refused me was...I haven't been denied. I've been lucky to have a willing partner!

The thought of making love during pregnancy makes me...twitchy. Not having been pregnant before I don't know for sure, but I've heard that a lot of women feel pretty darn sexy during pregnancy. Besides, I just think it would add a level of closeness and intimacy to the love making.

The thought of making love during "that time of the month" leaves me...again twitchy. With the exception of possibly the first day of TTOTM, I'm pretty revved up. I'm not sure how happy I'd be with guy that wasn't okay with earning his red wings.

My favorite fantasy involving a hot tub is...naked slippery foreplay. I'm not exactly a water-sex kind of girl.

My favorite fantasy involving a romantic location is...a secluded bungalow on the beach with a big bed with cool, crisp sheets, and the windows open so a breeze is blowing in and we can hear the waves on the beach (since my last cruise I've turned into such a beach girl...)

My favorite fantasy involving a famous man is...Tim Gunn (yes, I know he is gay, but still...I can't explain my fascination with him.)

My favorite fantasy involving a man I know is...him and me in that bungalow on the beach

My favorite fantasy involving a woman I know is...well as a general rule I'm not into women, but if I was, I'd probably be fantasizing about a blogger friend (yep, she's linked) and indulging in some play with her and her man.

The last time a man tried to pick me up was...in March. I'd gone out for drinks with friends and I was asked for my phone number.

My favorite fantasy involving sex in a public place is...on my desk at work or the table near my desk.

The most public place I ever made love was...hmm, I'm not sure. Public places are still sort of a no-go zone for me.

When I finally lost my virginity, I was...in college.

I think the maximum number of men I am physically capable of making love to in a single day is...one...I'm a one at a time kind of girl. Now, that one and I would probably not let a moment of that day go to waste!

I really like having a tongue stuck in my...I'm torn! I want to say pussy. I also really get turned on by a tongue in my ear or sucking on my ear lobe.

I really hate having a tongue stuck in (between) my...toes! Kissing and sucking feet and toes do nothing for me.

Possibly Useless Information...Round 1

2008-04-12T19:18:00.007-05:00

You, dear reader, are wonderful at boosting my ego when it comes to my "worry" body parts! I sincerely thank you for the positive comments on my ass...but I'm tired of looking at it. So, I decided to steal this sexy survey from Peggy over at Sex In Texas. Thanks, Peggy! If you only knew how addicted I was to things like this...

The first time I heard about sex, I thought it was...gross! A boy is going to put his what in my where?! It wasn't until a friend's sleep-over party and her brother "flashed" us that I really got curious. Been curious ever since!

My first experience with self stimulation was...oh gosh I don't remember! I know it was probably around middle school...

The furthest I have ever gone in a parked car was...a blowjob, in a suburban, in a park...first place I discovered I had "blowjob talent"!

The first method of contraception I ever used was...A condom – the very first time! I usually start out with condoms (even though I hate them they are a necessity) but after a while I switch to something else (usually...Depo).

When a man tells me a dirty joke, it usually makes me...laugh! I have a somewhat dirty sense of humor. Right up there with loves me as is, employed, and likes kids is gotta have an off sense of humor!

The first time I had an orgasm, I thought I was...going to pass out. I was holding my breath and very intent on focusing. Later I learned just how much more intense it was if I did breath!

The grossest person I have ever shared a bed with was...uhh, well I haven't shared a bed with someone who I thought was gross. I'm kind of particular...

The rottenest thing I ever did to escape having to make love was...pretend I was fixing to throw up.

The excuse I most often hear for not making love is...I'm worn out. I'm not used to being turned down often, but I have heard that one the most. It is probably one I give the most too. Sometimes being a grown up is demanding and I want to just sleep at night.

My favourite method of flirting is...playing hard to get. Okay, maybe it is wrong, but there is nothing wrong with making him work for it. Then, once he's got me...I like dirty talk or having words or phrases that mean something to only us.

The most I have ever "come on" with a girlfriend's man was...I try really hard not to do that at all. If it doesn't belong to me I shouldn't be coming on to it. Also, I'm not good at sharing so I wouldn't want one of my friends coming on to my man.

I believe I am dressed the sexiest when I am wearing...cotton panties. I'm a panties girl! I have pairs that make me feel down right sexy, put me in a playful mood, boost my self-confidence, and just keep me comfortable. I love panties!

If I ever surprised my man in the act of self-stimulation, I would probably...watch! Or ask if I could help in any way...I like to help too!

If I were to describe male sexual equipment in one word, it would have to be...FUN!!!! (I stole this answer, but it is so good!)

The thought of making love to two men at the same time really makes me... kind of twitchy. I'm not sure I'd ever do it, but the thought of having all that attention on me...what girl wouldn't be twitchy with that thought!

If I were to estimate how often I fantasize about making love to a strange man, it would be...hardly ever. I really don't pick random men. I like to fantasize about the ones I know! Lately one in particular...

If my friends all decided to skinny dip, I would probably...hem and haw, but then join in. The first time I did it I dropped my suit as I was wiggling out of it in the water and had to dive down and retrieve it. I haven't done it again since.

If my mate and I were sharing a hotel room with another couple who started to make love, I would probably...listen for a bit and then give them a run for their money!

If on a first date the subject of birth control came up, I would...talk it through. You're not getting inside of me without that conversation first anyway.

While making love to my mate, I sometimes fantasize about...different situations we could be in, but mostly I just enjoy the connection and those wonderful sensations.

If a stripper gave me the opportunity to remove his/her last piece of clothing I would...if the stripper was my lover I'd remove it! If it was just a stripper...well, I'm sort of a snob when it comes to that line of work so I would probably tell him/her to keep it on.

If I had to wear a costume to make love, I would dress as...the naughty school girl...

If my lover agreed to wear a costume of my choice before making love, I would choose...something button down and with a tie. What can I say...I have a thing for the business look.

Good grief! This thing is long so I'm going to break it up. There will be more tomorrow...

HNT...All About Panties

2008-04-09T19:48:00.004-05:00

Okay, several people commented about the panties (see last week's HNT) so I thought I'd do the before shot. And yeah...those panties were coming off...

In My Defense

2008-04-08T18:47:00.002-05:00

Okay, it has been brought to my attention (in both polite and rude ways) that I linked someone who is set to private. Honestly, I wasn't thinking about Edtime Stories being set to private. Thankfully, Ed was gracious enough to let me copy and paste (and pimp a little!) the actual post. So, again...let me apologize to anyone who was inconvenienced by being denied access to his actual blog. The story will follow at the end...

But first I need to address some pointed comments and emails that I received today in response to the topic of rape fantasies. I'd like to just say that people can have all sorts of opinions, but I'm respectful to everyone here. I don't point fingers or name call in my posts. I usually try to be positive and respectful when I leave comments. I expect the same courtesy in return. I feel that when a person blogs, she opens herself up to comments and criticism. I'm okay with that...but please do it in a respectful manner.

I know that discussing rape and the fantasy of "being raped" is a touchy subject and should be handled with care. Today, someone implied that if I thought rape was something to be enjoyed I "needed" to be raped myself. I was offended that someone who obviously felt so strongly about rape would say that I should be raped. It also made me extremely mad. And while I don't feel that I have to explain myself or my fantasies in this circumstance I want to explain.

To begin with, I was clear that I did not want to experience any such type of violence. I am aware that rape is a violent act and that there is nothing pleasurable about it. I would never want to make light of a situation that was so serious. But, I'm honest with myself and yes, I do have a "rape" fantasy. I think that most women would agree and admit that they have one too.

Perhaps, rape is the wrong word, but that feeling of being overwhelmed or taken plays a huge part in this fantasy. I love feeling out of control...this is one place where I willing give it up. Having my control taken and given back in pleasure is something that arouses me. I won't apologize for that...

Now, I will apologize if you felt offended or didn't find this post nice and neat. My intention wasn't to offend anyone. If I did, I wouldn't shy away from comments telling me so, but do it in a respectful way. Maybe I'm naive in thinking discussions can be handled in a grown up way, but good grief people...acting like a child, name calling, and in one breath saying how serious rape is and then in the next breath wishing I would have to experience that act...grow up.

Okay, I'm officially ranted out!

For those of you who were curious as to what Ed's post was all about here it is (thanks again Ed for letting me post it inside my post!). Enjoy!

She had told him she would dress for him tonight and did not displease. Her skirt was short and her blouse drew attention to its plunging neckline. The cream color of her skin looked inviting. The tease had begun, but little did he know of her plan. All through dinner she teased him, touching his face, shoulder, and leg. She bent over several times revealing the looseness of her blouse and soft bra underneath. She knew what turned him on and gave him as much as the public and crowded place would allow. Twice while walking back to her apartment she slapped his ass. Not hard but enough to sting and inflame his passion. He wanted her, badly and she knew it.

When they got to her apartment he walked her in, in the living room he reached for her to pull her close. After all her teasing her hug was chaste, patting him gently on the back as she withdrew. Confused he moved in to kiss her and she aptly moved him aside holding a hand out for a shake. Stunned he just looked at her and one eye closed quickly in a wink. As if setting a match to room full of gas fumes, he exploded toward her, pushing her against the wall pinning her hands quickly behind her with one of his. His mouth pushed against hers, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, his teeth biting her lips, while his other hand was popping the buttons on his jeans. She could feel his pants slide down between them and then felt him push his growing erection against her. She had noticed a growing and throbbing bulge at dinner, especially when she reach over to his lap to pick up an accidentally dropped fork. But now it was pushing against her as he lifted her skirt and at the same time pulled his cock out over the waist band of his briefs. She squirmed avoiding his advance, but he was stronger, more in control and her efforts were futile. He thrust against her and could feel him pushing her own panties against her soft moist flesh between her legs. Suddenly his hand seemed to move the silk to the side and he entered her, one deep motion pushing her hard against the wall. Instinctively she seemed to lift a leg pinned hard against the wall. She tried to make a noise but his hand now held not only her arms but covered her mouth. She could hear his breathing quicken and his cock stiffen. She began to bite his finger and could feel his orgasm fill her up, exploding in her as he let out his own shriek.

Disengaging from her, he fell to the floor, his jeans at his ankles, his cock, still throbbing, dripping slowly the last of his cum. She looked down at him, and reached between her legs, he watched as she pulled back her panties and slid two fingers into her red, puffy pussy. Withdrawing them she slid them into her mouth tasting the combined flavor of him and her. She stepped toward him, gently kicked him and walked back to her bedroom. Opening a draw she pulled out a diary. On a list on page one she crossed out yet another line that read “Get him to rape me”.

In The Name Of Exploration...

2008-04-07T20:31:00.003-05:00

Recently, I stumbled across this post on Edtime Stories. I've been reading over there for a while and almost always enjoy the offerings. I wasn't disappointed this time either. The subject is a little raw and might not be everyone's cup of tea, but it is worth the read. How can you make up your mind if you don't read?!

Anyway, after he posted, apparently there was a flutter of comments (to the post and to him personally I believe) so he posed the following set of questions to get a little more clarification from the female readership. I thought they were great, thought-provoking questions so I stole 'em. Well, I did ask permission first. I'm not going to write a story along this line, but in the interest of exploring my own fantasies I think they are worth the answering.

1. If you have a rape fantasy what do you think is the most exciting thing about it?
I would hazard a guess that most women have a "rape" fantasy brewing somewhere inside. While I don't fantasize about an actual violent act, I do get twitchy from the thought of the raw power behind it. As I've begun to explore my own sexuality, I've discovered that I respond very well to raw and unrestrained power and passion. I think my rape fantasy is fed from those two components.

2. Is fear part of the heightened sexual excitement?
I'm not sure that I'd feel actual fear during a rape fantasy. There are some lines that anyone can cross in the sexual realm, but turning over this type of control and power would require a huge commitment and connection with the other person. It wouldn't be done lightly and would be with someone that I could absolutely trust. So, I don't think I'd feel fear. The heightened excitement would come from the element of not knowing what would be coming next. I think that I would be plenty turned on if he said, "I'm going to rape you tonight." I think I'd be even more turned on if he just unexpectedly started the fantasy.

3. Do you feel that if the guy takes total control you are freer to explore things that you feel are not proper?
I love this question! As I've shared, I have a strong other half of myself that is pretty straight laced and well...good. I'm loving that this naughty one is weaving her way into every part of me, but there are still some things that even I have "prude" moments over. I've discovered that I think I might very much enjoy a dominant/submissive relationship. Probably not in the extremes of the lifestyle, but I do enjoy handing over control to my lover. Also, there is a freeing aspect from simply experiencing what is given to me rather than having to say, "I want this." or "I want to try that." Not that I can't voice those, but sometimes it is a sense of being free.

4. If you have played out a rape, did you use a safe word or other form of safety net? If not was it because it would stifle the excitement?
This is one fantasy that is just such...a fantasy. Now, with that said, I would think that a safe word wouldn't be needed. I have a feeling I'd thrive under that unexpectedness and abruptness. Sometimes the most erotic part is just having to go with the flow and shed inhibitions. Plus, again there would be a huge trust thing between us. I would know deep down that he'd never do anything to really hurt me so maybe a safe word wouldn't be needed. Then again, I've never played this particular fantasy out and I just might need a safe word. Well...probably not!

5. Do you feel that you owe a date ‘something’ if he is good to you, even without a spark?
Absolutely not! And anyone who though I did would be a total dick.

Thanks for sharing this Ed! Oh and yeah...for letting me steal the questions and pimp you a little on my blog.

The Charmer

2008-04-06T18:58:00.004-05:00

I totally stole this from Lakota. I'm such a sucker for stuff like this... Also, today wasn't really a naughty day.

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.
You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.
By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.
And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

Hmm...I wonder if this is really true?! I mean that verbal enticement sounds familiar...

Okay, I stole this too!

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.

In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

It is pretty weird how most of this stuff is true and all the questions were about animals. Oh well...the mysteries of questionnaire thingies.

HNT...In Or Out

2008-04-03T19:27:00.003-05:00

I almost forgot HNT! How terrible, right?! I've really come to enjoy the freedom I feel when I post a picture of me in a half naked state. You lovely readers are so kind with your comments. Makes a girl feel so sexy!

I really like this photo...only I know if I was sliding them on or slipping them off...

Solo

2008-03-30T17:10:00.002-05:00

As I've made mention before, I am fully enjoying some seriously satisfying phoning. DF does an incredible job arousing both my mind and my body, but alas there are times when he simply can't be there in audible tones. Thankfully, I have a great imagination and have perfected the touches that bring me the most pleasure. Yesterday I was at a point where relief was needed...immediately. In as much detail as I can recall (some of you are very much into the details...) I want to share with you...graphically share with you...my solo release. I've tried to write in a way that shares my actual experience with the fantasy that fueled the experience. I hope it isn't too confusing! Just thinking about it and writing it has left me wet and throbbing. I suppose I'll have to do something about that...

Still slightly damp and flush from the hot water of my shower, I let the towel slip down my body to the floor. Standing at the foot of my bed, I feel a few drops of water roll off the ends of my hair and slowly trail down my back. Quickly comes the thought that I'd much rather have your tongue leaving the wet trail across my skin. I climb onto the bed, crawling on my hands and knees, until I'm in the center. There I turn onto my back and stretch out. My body is aroused and every sense seems to be heightened.

The material of the comforter is cool against my hips and legs. As I move them trying to find a comfortable position I notice how they seem to glide over the material. They are soft from the recent shave and the lotion I applied from toe to hip bone. My back settles in against the pillows, seemingly surrounded in softness. The fan above the bed sends a gentle breeze across my bare body as it dries the last bits of moisture. The room is silent except for the sounds of my breathing. My eyes are closed, but only sunlight, filtered through the sheer curtains, lights the room.

You find me spread out on the bed. My legs are slightly bent at the knee and my thighs are open. One arm is across my belly so I can easily touch just the under curve of my breast. The other is skimming across my thigh from my knee to the inside. Walking to the edge of the bed you watch. I raise one eyebrow at you silently asking if you are enjoying what you see. With a nod, you silently give me permission to continue exploring my body with my own touch. As my hand moves up my body, gently cupping my already damp folds, and then heading up to stroke my other breast, I notice that your body isn't completely unaffected either. I watch as your hand moves toward your cock and then grasps your ball sac in one hand.

In my mind, I can clearly see what I want to be happening. My hands, while a poor substitute for yours, can bring me to a place of pleasure. Sinking in more against the feathery mattress and the cushion of the pillows, I bring my knees up so that my feet are resting flat against the bed. With a hand on each knee, I let them fall open, baring my most feminine part. Using the tips of my nails, I slowly drag them down the sensitive inside of my thigh to that soft juncture of my thigh and hip. My breath catches as I move in toward that soft, slightly swollen place that is begging to be touched. My fingers lightly tease the folds. The difference between the feel of the smooth skin and the little tuft of hair at the top makes me smile. I feel bare...but not quite.

My fingers are light touches on my breasts. The nipples are already hard and the small circles of rose pink skin around them are starting to crinkle. Using a thumb and finger, I gently pluck the nipples. The feel of skin on aroused skin is incredible, but the friction is too much. Raising my arms, I wiggle my fingers toward you. Leaning in you suck my fingers into your mouth. The warmth and wetness of your mouth is so very similar to other warm and wet places. I close my eyes and groan low in my throat as you swirl your tongue around the knuckles and fingertips using enough saliva to make sure they are thoroughly coated. Pulling away, I bring my fingers back to my nipples. Using a touch that is firmer, I slide my wet fingers across the hard tips. Everywhere I touch, a cool sensation is left in the wake.

One hand moves to rest against the gentle swell of my belly, right above my mound. My other hand drifts down to the opening of my body. The slick wetness is more intense here and I slid my middle finger inside. My hungry walls close around my finger and a gasp escapes past lips I didn't realize were open. Reluctantly pulling away, I gather as much wetness as I can and slide my finger between those folds up to the hard little nub at the top. Using my other fingers to hold myself open, I gently began to smear the slickness over my sensitive flesh. The circles are wide and ever decreasing as I move to the direct center. My breaths are shorter and I swallow hard. Finally, I apply steady and firm pressure from two fingertips as my now soaked lips close against my fingers and hand. I can feel my inner walls being coated as I clinch and long for something that isn't there.

I feel the bed dip and give as you move next to me. Your thigh and knee easily move over mine to ride against my wet heat. Leaning up on one arm, you lay the other across my breasts as you gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I press down against your thigh, relishing the feel of the coarse hair against so sensitive a place. You lean into me as I turn into your chest. The curve of my neck and earlobe are exposed to your hungry mouth. With care you place wet open mouth kisses along my jaw and move to my ear. I place one hand against your chest, curling my fingers against the hair as I slide my other hand lower to my throbbing center. I nip at your shoulder as you take my lobe into your mouth and suck. The wet sounds of your mouth on my ear cause my body to flood against your thigh and my fingers. Leaning back, I bring my mouth to yours. Our lips quickly open to the other. The kiss is deep and wet. A moan is trapped against the back of my throat as you plunder the hollow of my mouth. My nails begin to bite at the skin of your chest and along your thigh.

A hand roams up my body as the other continues an assault on the increasingly sensitive bud. I briefly touch my breasts, cupping one in my hand and pulling at the nipple between my fingers. I arch my upper back and press my hips down against the bed. The angle of my body pulls on everything feminine at my core. The pressure increases and a low tightening begins. Gasping and panting for breath I strain against the hand between my thighs. Sinking back into the pillows I ease off the pressure and then steadily increase it again. The building up and then easing off is torture...torture of the sweetest kind. I can feel a throbbing begin deep inside. Every touch sends a wave of some tingly sensation from those inner walls straight to the nub under my fingertips. My other hand is now reaching out blindly on the sheets beside me, flexing and grasping. Holding back that tide seems so futile.

Feeling an answering need, you move fully between my thighs. With your hips you spread them wide. Wanting to help and opening myself fully to you, I lift them up toward my chest. My wet, hot center is now laid open for your touch. One word slips past my lips to brush against yours, “Please”. Grasping your hard flesh, you slide the head between the slippery folds, teasing the sensitive place against the top. My body is already tightening and pulling. Reaching between our bodies, I guide you to the wet opening of my body. I lift my hips as you press down. The slide is slow and the stretching of my body around yours triggers a deep wave of pleasure. My body greedily begins to pull against you, needing to coax your seed into the slick depths of my body. My hands stroke across your chest to your shoulders. With every slap of your sac against the soft flesh between my thighs, I flex my fingers and curl my nails into your skin. The pressure builds until I can do nothing but breath and let it have total control over my body. Arching my neck and chest into you, I begin the rhythmic tightening around your cock. Finally, you settle in deep and groan against my neck. With a final rough breath I feel your body jerk once more before you rest fully against me. My thighs and legs relax to wrap around your hips and thighs holding you still inside of me.

I gasp and let an incoherent litany of sounds fill the still room. Among those sounds is a very distinct name. Yours. Arching again, my back coming up from the pillows and my hips pressing hard against the soft bed, I increase the pressure on my fingers and the tempo of the touch. I can feel my toes begin to curl against the comforter. Every muscle in my lower body seems to be contracting and pulling tight. With a final moan, I let the pressure build and flow out of my body. My fingers begin to slow as I clinch and tighten hard inside. My fingers in the sheets grasp and pull, finally easing as I let my body relax. The touch on my now swollen and very sensitive bud stops as I gently ease my fingers away. There is a sharp tug as I finally break the contact. I lay my wet, sticky fingers across my belly. My breathing is still harsh, but returning to normal. I feel flush and feel that the dampness from the bath has been replaced with dewy sweat behind my knees and under my breasts. Once again, I stretch and relax into a comfortable position and rest. Sated.

HNT...Fit To Be Tied

2008-03-27T06:00:00.000-05:00

**My day will start unbelievably early tomorrow, so I'm posting just a tad bit early. Surely no one will mind!**
I was in a picture taking mood this week. You can't tell in the picture, but I am wearing panties so that counts as half naked right?! I also have this lovely iron headboard. It is perfect for grabbing in the midst of an orgasm or just being tied to...

When It Comes To Sex...

2008-03-23T17:44:00.004-05:00

I stole this little questionnaire from someone's blog. I honestly don't remember from whom or I'd be giving credit. If I recall correctly it was one of those TMI Tuesday type things so you may have seen it already. I'm usually slower than everyone else when it comes to these! I liked this one because it discussed some of the more raw elements of sex. Who doesn't like a little raw every now and again?!

Is sex hotter for you when it’s forbidden? Or do you get wracked with guilt and it’s not enjoyable?
Okay, first I think the definition of forbidden needs to be explained. Forbidden to me can mean a couple of things...first, a you-should-not-do-this type of thing (a married man, a best friend's boyfriend, anyone that already has another woman's name on him...) or second, a wouldn't-this-be-so-incredibly-sexy-if-we-could-get-away-with-it type of thing (sex on your desk...during the day when anyone could walk in, sex in your parents' bed, anything that would get your arrested for public indecency...).
So know that we all know my thoughts on what counts as forbidden...of course it makes the sex hotter! Anytime there is the least chance of being discovered or caught in the act, makes the act more intense. While I would give that second type of forbidden a run any day of the week, I do not think I could handle the first type again. Yes, I said again. In college I had a relationship with a married man. It isn't one of my proudest moments and I don't fling it out there as a badge or something I'm bragging about. It just is what it is...an experience that makes up who and what I am. Of course I felt guilt (what self-respecting woman wouldn't?) and in the beginning it was easier to push the guilt away until after he'd left my bed and simply focus on the pleasure. Near the end, it became harder to excuse my behaviors (well, we both felt that way) and so we knew it was time to put an end to the whole situation. The thought that there was something he wasn't getting at home that I could give him (that he wanted desperately to take and I loved to give) was a very powerful feeling. Eventually though that feeling was replaced by doubts and guilt. Would I trade that experience...never. The whole thing taught me a lot about my sexuality and the limits I was willing to push, the type of relationship I would want to cultivate with my own husband so I wouldn't be left in a position like his wife, and finally about myself and how I would deal with the guilt.

Are casual sexual encounters fulfilling to you? Do you need an emotional commitment from your partner for sex to be fulfilling?
No, I've never had a one night stand and I honestly don't think I could ever do it. I'm not sure I could just be in a relationship where all I was was the place for him to put his dick. My hat is off to the women who can, but for me it isn't an option. Yes, I do need that emotional commitment or at least connection with my partner before sex is truly fulfilling. Aren't most people that way?! I think women joke about wanting to be like a man and not let emotions and feelings come between them and a good fuck, but I honestly think we aren't wired that way. Every sexual relationship I've been in was emotional for me. I don't always think the guy felt the same, but for me I needed that type of connection. The older I get, the more I crave that connection before any type of sex takes place. I want to know that I'm valued and cared about as a person outside of sex. I guess I want to be more than just sex. If I know that I'm respected and liked before I ever step into the bedroom, then I'm willing to be more open and honest about sex. Those are two things I think are huge components to fulfilling sex.

Have you ever joined or participated in an online dating site? If not, would you ever consider it? What about a fetish site, such as alt.com?
No, I've never been a part of online dating. I don't think that there is anything wrong with people that do choose to go that route though. Now, I have met people online through chat rooms and recently through blogging, but that is a little different isn't it?! The internet isn't as scary a place as it once was, so I wouldn't rule it out completely as a place to meet someone. As for the fetish sites...I'm not even sure I know what those are. So, no, I've never met someone that way.

Do you think that with all of the online dating sites that cater to every fetish and desire and places like craigslist that it’s more difficult to make a commitment and/or stay committed to your partner?
Someone recently told me that "the internet is the devil." While I don't know if I completely agree with that statement, I do think that the internet makes it much easier to get in temptation's way. I also know that commitment is a choice you make. If someone is out searching for a fetish/desire website or looking for someone to connect with then I would question just how committed that person is to their partner/spouse. Some might find this preachy or off-topic, but if you aren't happy at "home" and you are having to scour the internet looking for something to fulfill you then you have big problems. Turning to a website, starting up a chat with someone out there just looking (I've seen chat rooms called Married, But Looking...what the heck?), or putting yourself in a place where temptation can get the better of you are all things to avoid the problem. I would hope that if I was married (or in a committed long term relationship) I would have the courage to be open with my husband/partner about my needs, the problems, and have him there ready to help me find those solutions rather than just turning to someone else. (I had to scroll back up and re-read the question...I might have gone off topic!) Again, I think commitment is a choice you make (sometimes even a choice you make daily but still a choice) and if I'm committed then those sites and places aren't going to cause me trouble. The trouble comes when people are not committed.

What is the weirdest fetish you’ve heard of?
Ohhh, what a good question! Now, I've said it before, I'm a naughty girl wrapped up inside of a pretty darn good girl. I love them both, but thanks to one, I would consider myself to still be relatively innocent or sheltered when it comes to all the fetishes and kinks out there. I think group sex or orgies are pretty weird. On some days I think I could handle a threesome and on other days I think that is one too many for my liking. I don't think I could have sex with just one person in the midst of a whole group of people. I also think that incest is a pretty weird fetish. I'm not naive enough to think it doesn't happen, but that just makes my skin crawl. When it is against someone's will it makes me sick, but to think of the people that do it for actual pleasure... I am sure there are many other weird fetishes out there (and maybe I'm into them and just don't know it!) but those are a couple that I think fall under the weird column for me.

The definition of ‘fetish’ is so vague. Do you think you have a fetish(es)? If so, do you want to share what it is?
I think people call something they don't understand or can't relate to a fetish. I did it above...I'm sure people that are having group sex and sex with a relative don't consider themselves fetish freaks! It all depends on perspective I guess. Now, yeah...I think I have a fetish or two. As I've mentioned another time or two, I think pee play is erotic. That is something that not everyone can get behind or understand. It isn't a must have type thing, but I do enjoy it. Also, I find some of the elements of BDSM appealing. I like the giving up control, the physical marking (either biting, red marks left from a spanking, etc.....though not cutting or hitting type things), the being tied up or to something. I'm sure there are people out there that would read that and write me off as some freaky sex addict! To me, that isn't something out of the norm. Okay, I know the pee thing is naughty and I like that. But, giving my partner control or letting him leave a mark on my neck or breast...that isn't naughty. That is just something I like! Also, I really think to each their own. It isn't my place to say what is or isn't right, natural, kinked, or fetishie when it comes to others...just when it comes to me.

Go ahead and steal...some of you are just itching to do it!

Finally...

2008-03-21T21:46:00.003-05:00

I chose a nick name for him. You know...the him that has the ringing of the phone and the jingle of the text message causing a low throb and tingle in anticipation of just who might be on the other end. Yeah...that him.

DF...and I'm not telling you what it means. He knows, I know, and we're all that need to know.

But feel free to go ahead and guess!

HNT...Simplicity

2008-03-20T05:51:00.000-05:00

I almost listed all the things this picture wasn't, but instead I'm going to list what I like most about it...

~ the simplicity of my back and shoulders

~ the hair...whether it comes through or not my hair is super soft thanks to that orgasmic shampoo and conditioner (aka Herbal Essences...remember those commercials?!)

~ the black and creamy skin combination

~ the way the simplest things can be sexy

So there you go...simplicity

Dining On The Table

2008-03-18T17:37:00.000-05:00

She was bored. His boss had invited them to attend a gallery opening with him and his wife and getting out of it wasn't an option. It wasn't that she didn't like his boss or the wife, but the art scene wasn't for her. Of course, the plastic expression on her face, the smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and the false interest she was projecting wouldn't be noticeable to anyone else. He made eye contact and slowly began to move in her direction.

“You're bored and it is starting to show.” he whispered in her ear as he came up behind her.
“Only to you. Take me home and do something about it.” she shot back as she turned in his arms.

His throaty laughter washed down her spine and settled low between her legs...exactly where she wanted – needed – him to be. The corner of the gallery afforded them a little privacy and she pressed her advantage. She leaned into him as he widened his stance. Her mouth made gentle contact with his jaw. She let one hand slide from his chest down to his belt buckle.

As she let her fingers dance across the fly of his pants, she met his eyes. The smile she gave him held the promise of passion.
“Not here...”
“Here?” she questioned as her palm cupped his balls through the material of his pants. She was feeling extremely naughty, but public sex wasn't his scene.
“I said no.”

He reached for her wrist and brought those questing fingers to his lips. He gently brushed a kiss across the tips.
“We're about to have company.” he said, shifting his stance and letting her hand go.
“Wonderful” she mouthed as she turned around toward the other couple. Luck seemed to be with her as his boss was making his own excuses for cutting the night short.

The ride home was a silent form of foreplay. She let her knees fall open and slowly bunched the soft material of her dress in her hands. She stopped just short of the lace edge of her thigh-high stockings. While looking straight ahead, she cleared her throat to get his attention. Then she began to trail one pink tipped nail along the inside of her thigh.

“You should keep your eyes on the road.” she advised with a satisfied smile. He thanked God they were almost home.

She had just dropped her hand bag on the counter and was turning to head to their bedroom when he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up onto the kitchen table. She let out a small gasp as he spread her legs and stepped between them. Her arms went instantly around his neck and she pressed her mouth to his. He tasted hot and passionate. When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he made a rough sound of pleasure that moved down her spine.

With their lips and tongues still locked together, he began to push her back down to the table. With one hand braced next to her head, he reached under her dress to find her panties. His mouth moved to her neck as his fingers pressed against her already damp crotch. Panting, she arched into the touch. One thick finger was sliding over her panties and pushing into the crease of her lips. She breathed his name as she shuddered.

She reached for him, attacking the buttons of his shirt with determination. She needed to feel his skin. Becoming frustrated with her efforts, she grabbed the sides and pulled. Buttons popped and rolled across the table. With a grin, he asked, “Mind if I do the same to your dress?”
“Don't you dare...”

Leaning up and away from her body, he looked down at her sprawled across their kitchen table. Her hair was fanned out, her thighs were open, and her dress was pushed up to expose the lacy tops of her stockings. With a growl, he reached under her dress and slipped his hand beneath the elastic edge around the leg of her panties, grabbing the crotch. She lifted her hips and he pulled the panties down her thighs and off her feet. Uncurling his hand, he looked down at the evidence of her desire marring the black of her panties.

Raising her eyebrows, she licked her lips. With slow and deliberate movements, he brought the panties to his nose and mouth. She watched, enthralled, as he tongued the crotch of her panties; tasting her. Tossing the panties to the floor, he gathered the material of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. While she laid there in nothing but her stockings, he removed the shirt and pushed his slacks and underwear down to his ankles. Grabbing for her, he pulled her to the edge of the table.

His blood rushed through his veins, hot and thick. She was already slick and swollen and laid out for him across the table like a feast for his demanding appetite. Leaning down, he opened her outer lips. Her body flushed at his intense inspection. He bent to lick her and her hips lifted off the table in response. He curled his tongue around her hard clit and sucked. Working first one finger and then two into her puss, he began to walk them along the wet walls. It never took long, and all too soon she was clinching around his fingers and moaning with her orgasm.

Leaning up, she held herself open as he replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. The slide in was easy given the fact that he'd already brought her to one climax. She continued to lift and thrust against him. Grabbing for his shoulders she pulled him closer to her. Each pull of her wet cunt on his cock sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. She would tighten around him as he thrust. In moments, he could feel his balls tighten. His release wasn't far behind. Moving faster and faster, he groaned and pulled his cock to rest against her hot mound.

Gasping at the loss, she watched as he jerked his cock to release. He came with a groan on her belly. Looking down the length of her body to her belly, she smiled and reached for him. She placed soft kisses along his neck and tongued his throat as she moved to his lips.

“Not that I didn't enjoy it, but why did you do that?” she asked.
“I wanted a reason to get you into the shower...” he answered.
“You could have simply asked!”
“Yeah, but this was more fun.”

$1,071

2008-03-17T19:02:00.004-05:00

Powered By Rabbit Vibrators

I've seen this little quiz on a few blogs and thought I'd give it a shot. The questions were pretty straight forward and I discovered that maybe I'm a little straight laced (I only have piercings in my ears, my "number" can be counted on one hand, I don't have a tramp stamp or any other type of "ink", and I prefer to cuddle up with a movie and two hands touching in the popcorn bowl on the couch for my Friday night entertainment) but none the less it appears I could turn a nice little profit.

So...who is saving up their pennies?!

A Little Bit Naughty

2008-03-15T18:51:00.006-05:00

I really enjoy this piece of blogland. I like that I can toss out things (be it an attempt at erotica, a picture of me exposed, or just sharing my thoughts related to all things sexual) and everyone is so positive and supportive. The naughty girl loves that! But, I'm more than just a naughty girl. I have deep roots in being the nice girl too. I like to think that I can balance these two parts and bring out the best of both these girls.

Seriously, I sound like I need a psych evaluation for having split personalities! But you know what I mean...

This past week, I went away to where those good girl roots began...I went to visit my parents. Now, if there is ever a place to exercise a little restraint on the naughty girl, it is under your parents' roof! Masturbating is fine (as long as the moans and pants aren't so loud it brings someone to the door to ask if you're okay...) and dirty texting (as long as you keep the silly little smile off your face that draws questions...), but phone sex should be out. Or at least my nice girl says.

I'm still enjoying phone time with my caveman (trying out nick names for him...this might not work?!), but I decided that getting phoned and coming would be off limits this week. First, the good girl kind of felt a little bad about doing that particular naughty deed at home and second, I wanted to see just how long I could go without coming. Ask any girl, if there is a significant lapse of time between orgasms then the first one back is incredible! I love incredible orgasms.

Saturday was easy...I was tired from the drive and still satisfied from Friday night.
Sunday was okay...a little twitchy but okay.
Monday was a little bit harder...thanks to a provocative idea about car sex.
Tuesday was rough...I had to watch where exactly the shower head was pointing.
Wednesday was tempting...so very tempting. I'll admit that I touched, but only briefly.
Thursday was the breaking point...I needed to come and this whole not coming idea was starting to sound really dumb.
Friday was relief!

A sleepy wake up call (I'm beginning to get addicted to those...) and a very hot verbal fantasy left me drenched and throbbing. I knew that if I touched with purpose I'd come and in a major way. My fingers spent a very brief moment stroking my swollen lips and then zeroed in on my clit. It didn't take too many circles or much pressure and I knew I'd come before he could finish his thought. To help slow down that spiraling tightness, I slid my middle finger inside my pussy. I immediately felt myself clamp around my finger. The length and thickness left a lot to be desired, but even then the pressure was fantastic.

I came hard and fast. My lady readership will probably understand that curling pressure that seems to start deep inside and eventually seems to just push out through your clit, pussy, legs, and toes. I can't think of another way to describe it! I wanted to slow it down and enjoy it, but I'm not sure I could have removed my hand if my father was fixing to walk through the bedroom door. Thankfully, I had a thick comforter to bite down on. Even after the first throbby waves settled, I was sensitive enough that taking my finger out and my thumb off my clit nearly started round two. I love orgasms like that!

So, as far as naughty details go, that is all I'm willing to share. I like that some things are still for me alone. But, it is very nice to be back home where I can be naughty (and loud) to my heart's...maybe that should be my girly part's...content!

In The Meantime...

2008-03-08T08:35:00.002-06:00

I have several days off in a row, so I'm taking a little trip. Unfortunately, that means I won't be blogging for the next several days either. But, in the meantime, you should check out the following bloggers. Everyone on my Naughty Reads is worth the click, but I thought I'd highlight just a few. Enjoy the reads!

Mr. Bananas: It is all about the monkey business and well the fact that he said he wanted to spank me!

Lakota Princess: She writes these really intense stories (which I got to be in one...how sweet is that?!) and she has an ass I covet!

Mr. Sage: I just like his take on stuff in general and the scruff isn't bad either!

Sweetness: She really is sweetness with just enough spice thrown in to make her one hot read...and the fact that she took a spanking because of me is pretty hot too!

HNT...

2008-03-06T06:13:00.000-06:00

Tuesday afternoon I went and did my part to further the election process. I even got the sticker to prove it!

Okay, I didn't really get that sticker there. I was wracking my brain this week about what to post for HNT and thought my "I voted" sticker would be great. When I went and voted...they stamped my voter registration card and said they didn't have stickers. I didn't think they would take too kindly to me asking for my breast stamped! Thankfully, a friend had an extra sticker she was willing to share. Is anyone even looking at the sticker?!

Coming Awake

2008-03-03T20:40:00.004-06:00

I like to think this is sexy. Or maybe it is just selfish! Either way, I wouldn't have any objections to it becoming a reality.

He awoke to the curve of his lover's ass pressed to his side. Her toes were curled against his calf. While he didn't care to always be her extra pillow, it was nice to know that even relaxed in sleep her body craved the touch of his. Leaning up on his arm, he reached over her and gently tucked a strand of tousled hair behind her ear. The movement cause her to sigh and shift more into him, but she didn't wake up.

She'd gone to bed in panties and one of his t-shirts. He didn't quite understand her need to sleep in pajamas, but he liked talking her out of them. The soft material of the shirt had ridden up her stomach. He laid his warm hand on her soft belly and rubbed. He inched his fingers up to her breasts. Reaching out, he brushed his knuckles over the small mound. He could feel her nipple pull tight despite the layer of material separating her from his fingers. She stirred and he looked up to her face.

Blinking, she slowly came awake. He continued to stroke her body. She smiled and shifted her thighs.
“Morning baby.” he whispered against her neck.
Mumbling something similar, she closed her eyes and arched her back as she stretched. She turned her head to meet his mouth. His lips teased and sucked at hers. She opened her mouth under his and allowed his tongue to sweep inside. Their tongues mated in a way that had her lower body responding with a slow throb. Pulling back slightly, she whispered his name against his lips.

His hand swept up the material of the shirt to expose her breasts. The tips were beginning to crinkle and her nipples were hard points against his palm. She shifted slightly and grabbed for the hem. With a quick pull, the shirt was off her skin and on the floor. Her hands reached to cup her own breasts.
“No.” The harsh command stopped her short. The desire in his eyes and the pleasure she knew he took from bringing her body pleasure had those hands stroking up his chest instead.

His head was lowering to her breasts as her hands cupped his neck. Arching her back high, she presented him her breasts. He caught one swollen nipple in his mouth and sucked strongly. She felt the pull of his mouth deep in her womb. Crying out, she lifted her hips in a silent plea. Without breaking the seal he had on her breast, he slipped his hand under the band of her panties. Sliding his hand around her hips, the panties slipped down. Grabbing the now damp crotch, he pulled them off her legs.

After giving her a hard, wet kiss, he began to lavish the same attention to her other nipple. The low throb between her thighs was becoming an ache. Again, she reached for her body. His fingers quickly wrapped around her wrist halting her move to provide some relief. He placed a sharp bite on the swell of her breast.
“No, means no Darlin'.”
“Then touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“Between my legs. Touch me there...please.”

He wedged one large hand between her thighs and stroked. Her swollen flesh was already slick and wet. She was hot and arching into his touch. Without much care, he pushed three fingers into her, hard and deep. She gasped at the rough entry and then moaned as he began to walk those fingers along the soft walls of her pussy. She ground against his thrusting fingers.

She was so responsive to his touch. Her body was soaking his fingers while her nails dug into his chest. Leaving her nipples wet and hard, he took her mouth hungrily as he increased the tempo of his fingers inside her pussy. She whimpered and moved against him, trying to ease the pressure that was building deep inside. Far too soon, he felt the tightening of her body around his fingers.

“That's my girl. Come for me.”

He still had his fingers pressed deep inside of her as she became shaky and relaxed back into the pillows. She sighed and licked her lips. Bringing his fingers to her mouth, she sucked them inside. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, lingering on the knuckles as she cleaned his hand. He pulled his wet fingers from her mouth and held her chin.

Winking, she asked, “My turn?”
With his cock and his lust for her surging, he murmured, “Yeah...”

HNT...Showing Some Leg

2008-02-28T07:46:00.004-06:00

This has been a busy week and today will be a busy day, so here is a picture that I already had. It counts as half naked because I was wearing panties and t-shirt under that sheet!

Eight

2008-02-26T18:01:00.002-06:00

I was tagged to complete a meme revolving around the number eight. Some might have seen it or been tagged yourselves. I'm doing it...but with a twist. Instead of listing my eight favorite movies, books I read, songs I listen to, and such I'm putting a little naughty spin on it. If you're interested in stealing...go ahead. If you're not...okay by me.

8 Sexual Things I Want To Try (implying that I haven't done this, but think it sounds like fun)

Squirting...my orgasms are great without the squirting, but I still want to be able to experience the phenomenon
The Mile High Club
Panties with a little remote that someone else controls...is this something real or did I just make something up?
Being watched...I recently read a story on Watching My Wife about a couple that were being watched by someone in another hotel room from across the courtyard. I think I might be able to get into that.
Public sex...I mean some place where the possibility of getting caught is high.
Have sex in a car...being ruled mostly by the good girl I never had sex in a car...didn't seem lady-like
Nipple clamps...might be something fun
Play with a strap on...does that one really need some sort of explanation?

8 Things I've Said During Sex

"Oh God!"
"Fuck me"
"Harder"
"Please..."
A name...99% of the time his
"Yes!"
"Oh baby..."
Do groans and moans count as said words?

8 Things I Find Completely Sexy About A Guy

When he calls me Darlin'
Watching him drive...I don't question this, but I love seeing a guy drive
Body hair...not Sasquatch, but enough that I can run my fingers through
When he is the bug killer!
Fingers that just...fit
Good teeth
A sense of humor that is kind of off...I have a sense of humor that is kind of off
His scent

8 Favorite Sexual Positions

Missionary...I know it sounds completely vanilla and boring, but I love the eye contact, his weight on me, and the way my thighs feel up around his hips
Doggy...great for spankings
Cowgirl
Spooning
The Butterfly...perfect on the edge of the bed
69
the one where I'm on my stomach, but not with my ass in the air
sitting...both of us

By the way...you should go here. The couples are animated. I had a lot of fun and learned a couple of things!

Wake Up Call

2008-02-23T10:05:00.005-06:00

I was tired yesterday, but it was a very-well-worth-it type of being tired. (Just some information you probably don't need...I'm usually in bed at 9:45pm and asleep at 10:05pm because the alarm goes off at 5:15am. I'm one of those girls who needs her full eight hours. Yes, I know that isn't eight, but it is close after I hit snooze several times.) Most of the time, I enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep.

Well, Thursday night was a little different. I'd heard from him (him...best I can come up with in terms of nicknames without being too revealing) that he was going to be out with a friend so I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen. After changing into my usual pajamas (panties and t-shirt...not exactly naughty girl stuff) and snuggling down in the covers I was out by 10pm. Sometime around 11:30pm I heard my cell phone give the familiar tweet tweet of a text message.

I could so fuck your brains out right now

Being sleepy and thinking that sounded pretty darn good, I asked what was stopping him. Yeah, distance is sort of a pesky problem at the moment, but I thought the phone might make it seem not so far. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy getting phoned by him?!

When I get home?

Being woken up for a fucking might be fun...your call

I thought he was on his way home, so for a few minutes I just laid there. I slid my fingers under the band of my panties and simply rested them against the soft flesh right above my pussy. After a minute of light tapping I decided to wait. I turned back onto my side and slipped easily back into sleep.

I'm pretty sure I went back to sleep with a little smile on my lips. One of the best things about texting and chatting with him is the flirting. And that flirting always leads to just a sweet mmm feeling. I'm sure I always have that little smile on after I get a text, have a chat, or talk to him. So, even if he'd changed his mind about calling, I'd have been happy to fall back asleep just thinking about being woken up to get phoned.

As it turns out, he didn't call right away. It was a little after 2am before the phone rang. By that time I was pretty much dead to the world so he got a very sleepy hello. I don't remember much of the words, but I do remember his voice. Mmmm...what a voice. Anyway, I did manage to turn on my back, raise my knees, and easily slipped my fingers into my panties. I find the idea of being woken up, all soft and pliant, to easy and gentle touches and kisses so erotic. It can turn hot and greedy, but those first few minutes of gentleness...oh my.

I was fully awake by the time he told me that he wanted to hear how wet I was for him. I tried, but the panties were going to have to go. After a little hip lifting and leg wiggling, the panties were in the floor, my fingers were deep in wetness, and he was able to listen. We explored me riding him, him between my thighs sliding deep, a little double penetration, and finally my ass in the air and his hands on my hips while he was balls deep inside my wet pussy. I don't exactly recall, but I hope there was some hair-pulling and biting involved in that.

Panting breaths, groans, moans, whispered names, an oh god, a couple of that's-my-girls, and two orgasms later I was shaky and soaking. It was close to 3am and we each needed to sleep (truthfully I was already headed back that direction...I'm such a guy after I cum...just let me sleep!) to be ready to face the work day in just a few short hours. Saying goodnight, I dropped the phone on the carpet by the bed and turned onto my side gathering the pillows around me. Just so you know, the pillows were a poor substitute for what I wanted snuggled up next to me.

I laid there feeling the wetness on my inner thighs and between my cheeks. I thought about texting that to him, but didn't have the strength to reach over the bed and find the phone on the floor. I briefly thought about getting up and cleaning up, but decided that could wait. I was glad I did because I got to think about it all again the next morning in the shower as I took care of the clean up.

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy this getting phoned thing?!

HNT...Lovin' Pink

2008-02-21T06:00:00.001-06:00

I love pink! Pink is one of my favorite colors and I just love how there are so many shades of pink in this HNT.

I hope you love pink too!

Funny Thing About Fantasies

2008-02-17T18:51:00.006-06:00

Since everyone seems to agree that phone sex is a very good thing, I thought I'd share a phone fantasy. Sorry those of you who were trying to get details on the new guy (he really needs a nick name doesn't he?!)...this isn't a fantasy I share with him.

Phone sex is usually something that I enjoy with a guy that I'm dating. It is some what of an extension of our physical relationship, but sometimes there is a gentleman who is strictly a phone partner. This was the case with "Bob". He was an older man who enjoyed a good time just as much as I did. That was the extent of what we had in common. He was older; I was younger. He was at the beginning stages of a divorce; I was at the end stages of a long relationship. Phone sex wasn't a regular thing between us either...it happened occasionally when we could both make it work with our very different schedules. When it did happen it was extremely hot.

As I'm discovering, being submissive is something I'm interested in exploring. He picked up on that right away (without me dropping any hints) and ran with it. "Bob" was extremely good at finding that kink streak and tapping it. I'm not sure exactly how the fantasy started or what we were playing at, but I was on the verge of coming. He was breathing hard and was on the brink himself. Then he said the three words that basically changed our phone relationship. He came groaning, "Have my baby."

I can't even explain how that effected my orgasm. After we'd both returned to normal breathing, I knew he was embarrassed. I wanted to reassure him that it wasn't a turn off, but just the opposite. We talked about where exactly that idea had come from and why we both found it so erotic. It was so crazy. I want to have kids at some point in my life, but it isn't now. I have a phobia of getting pregnant now because I know myself and I'm not ready for motherhood. Also, he had two children...the youngest practically out the door. He wasn't looking to start over again. So, where was this coming from?!

For the next few phone sessions we didn't stray into that area at all. Finally, he said how hot the thought of getting me pregnant was and that even though he hadn't mentioned it he was thinking about it. I had secretly been turned on by it too. We tried to talk it out and find a reason as to why we each found this so hot. I liked the idea because what could be more submissive...letting someone come inside my unprotected body? He liked the idea because he was leaving his mark on me in a very public way...what could be more dominant? So, from then on it was our thing. Outside of the phone, it was a fantasy that we would never consider making a reality. Eventually when our phone relationship came to an end so did that fantasy. And we were both okay with that.

And just so no one gets the wrong impression, it isn't a fantasy I'm looking to pick up with someone else. I think that fantasy was right with that person at that time. I'm not sure I'd find it so hot with someone else. Fantasies are funny like that, don't you think? Have you ever had a fantasy that was so outside of your norm? Tell me about it...make that baby one seem not so crazy!

Getting Phoned

2008-02-15T17:02:00.004-06:00

I'm getting phoned. And I completely hope that sounds as dirty to you as it does when he says it to me! Yes, I'm enjoying some very hot phone sex.

I like sex. I like having sex, reading about sex, occasionally watching people have sex, and talking about sex. Along that line is phone sex. I wouldn't consider myself new to the concept of phone sex. I mean I've had plenty of phone time with the guys I dated. But, I don't want you thinking that I'll give my number out to any thing with a Y chromosome either. I consider myself to be pretty discriminating when it comes to any type of sex. If you were to ask, I'm sure he'd tell you that he had to work for the number.

Anyway, this is a fairly new thing. I really like how he appreciates the naughtiness, but he seems to truly respect and be turned on by the good girl behind all that naughtiness too. We haven't turned into phone bunnies, but I do so enjoy the times we can indulge. This afternoon was one of those times. We each had some things we needed to get accomplished this afternoon so we were sort of on a time line. Thanks to some creative finger work (all me) and a very sexy voice telling me what to do and what not to do (all him) things were very well taken care of and in a timely fashion.

Okay, I guess that is all I wanted to say. I'm enjoying some really hot phone sex! Now, if you're inspired (and even if you're not) get a dial tone and get busy phoning!

HNT...Be My Valentine (With Click Through!)

2008-02-14T06:29:00.001-06:00

You might notice that this looks a little bit different, but that is because Hank helped me figure out how to do that "click through" thing so now if you click the above picture you'll be able to see yet another view of my red unmentionables!

Well Crap...

2008-02-08T18:27:00.001-06:00

...I've been poked, prodded, and swabbed (in the most unusual of places) and it all comes back the same...positive for the flu. Damn. This little cartoon pretty much sums it up. If I was going to be writhing and moaning in my bed I'd much rather it be with pleasure rather than body aches and fever. Please send some get well wishes my flu-wracked body's way.

HNT...Fresh From The Shower

2008-02-07T06:42:00.000-06:00

I had a lot of fun with this little photo shoot over the weekend! It is hard to tell, but I'm oiled and lotioned up in this picture. Oh and I was freshly shaved (the legs and underarms...hadn't gone bare yet!) so my robe seemed even more soft. I don't know why, but I think the little lock of wet hair that is visible is sort of sexy.

Patience Is A Virtue

2008-02-05T18:58:00.000-06:00

I wrote this story not long ago and it has since become one of my absolute favorites! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

They relaxed together on the couch. They each were enjoying the pleasure of just being in the other's company. With all the stress and busyness of the week they had basically fallen into bed and gone straight to sleep each night. She wasn't even sure she'd kissed him goodnight last night. Deciding to catch up on some pleasure time with him, she pulled the pillow out from under her head and tossed it on the floor. Then she turned onto her back and let her knees come up. She guided the hand that had been comfortably resting on her thigh to the soft curve of her belly.

Placing the laptop on the end table next to the couch he shifted slightly. Looking down at her, he allowed the corners of his mouth to tilt upward. It was easy to read the desire and playfulness in her eyes. She tilted her neck as he bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips. Her mouth relaxed as his took control; his tongue slipping between her lips and touching the fleshy part of her cheek. A fine tingle began to make it's way down her spine to the gathering dampness in her panties.

She laced her fingers through his and let her thighs part. Together they slipped their hands into her panties. His fingers slowly curled into the soft hair guarding her center. Using pressure to communicate her need to be touched on a deeper level, she led fingers to her already slick slit. He pulled his fingers free of hers and pulled the hem of the shirt up over her breasts. She moaned her disapproval to which he simply grinned. Her breasts were small in size, but he adored them. His fingers began to tease the already puckering flesh around her nipples. He could feel each breath she took.

With her hand still in her panties, she began to squirm. He reached for her wrist to stop the touch.. She needed to take the edge off and he wanted to draw the pleasure out.

“I can take care of myself.”
“Not as well as I can.”

With that promise, he shifted off the couch. She went up on her elbows to stare at him. He held out his hand to her needing her to let him fulfill that promise. She sat up and placed her hand in his. With a soft tug, he pulled her to her feet. He bent his head and kissed her. It was gentle, but it conveyed that he understood her need for something very ungentle. She sighed and he moved his mouth down the side of her neck, nuzzling and nipping with his teeth and teasing with his tongue. Liquid heat pulsed between her thighs. Without speaking, she let him lead her to their bed.

Stopping at the edge, her impatient fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled upward. He allowed the shirt to be pulled over his head and thrown to the floor. She reached for her shirt, but his hands stopped her. He loved her enthusiasm but wanted to draw out the pleasure for both their sakes. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him, but he'd learned the benefits of taking one's time.

He pushed his body into hers urging her to sink back onto the bed. She immediately began to scoot back crab style to the middle of the bed. Deciding to give into her demanding nature he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pulled. She raised her bottom to speed up the process. As soon as her panties hit the floor, he returned for his shirt. Her hands were already raised above her head and she had a saucy smile on her face.

“Patience is a virtue baby.”
“It isn't one of mine...”
“Lucky for us, it is one of mine.”

The shirt quickly joined her panties on the floor. He pushed his sweats down and kicked them away. She lay back with her thighs slightly parted and her hands above her head. He simply looked. She met his gaze, letting all her need show in her eyes. Desire for this woman hit him with a brutal blow. He needed her. He needed to be inside her and surrounded by her. He loved her body. He loved the shape and texture. He laid down next to her and let his hand rest heavily on her lower stomach. He took her mouth, gentle at first, savoring the taste of her as his tongue tangled with hers. She sighed as she relaxed into him, her body trusting his to take care of every need, moving against him in silent plea. “Such a temptation,” he whispered against her mouth.

Knowing that she found kissing the most enjoyable form of foreplay, he continued to take her mouth as he touched all parts of her body. He did it to heighten both their arousal. It worked. He could sense her arousal heighten, knew it was for him alone. The look of utter need in her eyes was for him and it was powerful. Her tongue slid over his skin before she whispered his name in a heated caress.

He moved between her thighs, the tip of his hard cock resting against her now drenched center. He didn't move his hips, though her hips were arching trying help his cock find its way inside her body. With his weight resting on his arms, he began to trail his mouth down her body. He was deliberately slow as he brought his hot mouth to her breast. He took the hard tip inside. Alternating between both breasts, he was both rough and gentle, slow and fast, a bite of sensual pain eased by a soothing stroke of his tongue. Her body was arching and moving against his. “You have to do something,” she pleaded.

She murmured something hot and erotic and very unladylike. His body throbbed in response. She met his eyes with a look that said she was at the edge. She'd endured as much as she could. She silently begged for mercy. Lifting away from her, he stared down into her eyes as he leaned forward and slowly pushed his cock into her. The connection between them tightened as she closed her delicate flesh around him. His body began a rhythm that finally matched her need for hunger. She slid her fingers down his back, cupping his ass as he thrust deeper into her wet center.

She felt her body tighten all too soon. The tiny clutches around his cock caught them both by surprise. He'd wanted to come with her, but she was too close. He increased the tempo until she arched in his arms. Holding still, he let her climax wash around him. Each pull of her tight, wet body was the most incredible form of torture. He gripped her hips, holding her down as he thrust into her twice more. Finally, he let his body have control. His release was intense. Heat curled up his spine and settled low in his belly as her tight pussy gripped and milked ribbons of hot semen from his body.

He was right, she couldn't take care of herself like this.

To Bare or Not To Bare (Update)

2008-02-03T08:03:00.000-06:00

With the exception of swimsuit season, I do not particularly give my pubic hair region much thought. In my last relationship, he was from an era when the full look was a very good thing. That worked for me. The maintenance and up keep were very low and worked just fine for the both of us. Now that the relationship is over (hence he shouldn't be seeing it again any time soon) I thought it might be time for a change. Currently I have this over grown little garden down there (mmm, I have to wonder if that might have been a little too much information...) which at the very least needs some reshaping. As embarrassing as this is to admit, I'm sort of lazy when it comes to removing body hair. I do manage to keep any stray upper lip, chin, and eyebrow hairs out of sight, but for the most part I tend to let legs and underarms go for days before I take a razor to them. So, I'm not thrilled at the prospect of having to begin daily pubic hair maintenance.

That started me wondering...just how important is this pubic hair stuff? From seeing a handful of porn I understand that bare has its advantages. Just like I don't really care for having to stop and remove a hair from my mouth, I would assume the same would hold true for guys. Also, panties must feel amazing against the smooth skin! Plus, I wonder if you feel just a little more daring, a little more exposed walking around bare as the day you were born. The drawback though...the up keep. That terrible growing out stage where you feel and look a little bit like a porcupine isn't pleasant for anyone. Then if you want to avoid the porcupine growing out stage you have to maintain that smoothness daily. Ick...sounds like too much work for my 5am showers. A sleepy me and a razor at my crotch probably wouldn't be a good idea. I've given myself enough tiny nicks on my legs to know that my crotch probably wouldn't be any different. I've been told there are some amazing gels and creams out there that would eliminate the chance of self-mutilation. So maybe this bare thing is doable.

I could take the landscaping approach and just thin the top and smooth out the edges a little. Actually, I'd probably end up snipping and shaving and trying to "even it up" so much that I'd be left with a stray hair right in the middle. That mental picture is pretty amusing. And of course when the hair starts to grow back... Of course, maybe I could just go somewhere and have it done. As long as it didn't involve wax and cotton strips I would gladly pay to lay back and let someone else take charge. My favorite lady down at the local Super Cuts might not agree though.

I'm going to do something...I'm just not sure what yet. I was asked to take a before shot (which I have, but I'm not sure you actually need a visual after my vivid description above) and then an after shot. I'm just not sure what the after shot is going to look like. Choices choices choices! Help me out. Guys...how do y'all feel about pubic hair? Ladies...how do y'all feel and if you've got some tips or tricks please share. That is what comments are for!

***Well that after shot would look very bare. I took a suggestion for Veet gel cream (love that stuff...easy to use and doesn't make me smell!) and now I'm bare. Makes me think of that poem Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear... Well, Naughty Girl isn't very fuzzy either!

Magenta

2008-02-01T22:18:00.000-06:00

There is a place where I'm so tangled up in emotion that I can do nothing but feel. At times I feel safe and protected within those ties, but other times I feel like I've been let go and the fall has been hopelessly suspended because those ties won't let me go. This came from that tangled up place. It is what it is...

that bitch

the one thought tears at you

you are the one who will do

easily used quickly left

at the moment of highest pleasure

a wrenching pain

the body betrays

straining for his release

a release he needs

without the caring you crave

you pull back

he feels it in the touch

sees it in your eyes

stop me

those hands let you plummet

a tear falls a head turns

bastard

letting you retreat he releases

a release that shatters

more than your body

damn

coward

you

HNT...Down In Mexico

2008-01-31T06:40:00.000-06:00

This past summer I went on a cruise to various ports in Mexico. I had a wonderful time and also came home with a little reminder of my time there...a tattoo! Okay, the naughty one wants to just leave it at that, but the good girl is insisting that I share that it was only a henna. It lasted about two weeks once I was home and then it began to fade. But, I love saying I got my toes into the sand and a tattoo on my body when I was away in Mexico!

Sugasm #116: Morning Wake Up

2008-01-30T18:55:00.000-06:00

I'm new to Sugasm, but I had such a positive response to my kink story that I figured I would toss it out for the masses. I do have to give a huge thanks to Rae! If you only knew me, you'd know I'm completely clueless when it comes to anything remotely related to technology. So, yesterday as I was trying to figure out how to get this posted (and was running into numerous road blocks) she graciously took over and got this ready for blogger consumption! Thank you Rae...you are the best!

Now, I don't know how many people actually click through to all of these blogs, but let me point out three. I'll admit that I didn't read them all, but the ones I read I really liked. If you've got the time you should give them all a once over. If you've only got time for a few I suggest the following:

Submission (found in the BDSM & Fetish category...would make anyone want to be the submissive!)

In Case of Fire (one of this week's top picks...loved this story!)

Choice Only Begins With Abortion (found in Sex & Politics...I love how she stated her opinion without trampling anyone who might have had a different one...well worth the time!)

Enjoy! I know I did.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #117? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
In Case Of Fire
“His hand slid around the back of my neck and pulled me close - easily, no effort at all, letting me feel the power of his arms and the warm puff of his breath against my ear.”

It was a long night…
“I gasped as he slowly pushed in one finger, slippery with oil, and began to wiggle it and spread me open.”

Sex Worker Confessions: Gracie Passette
“But underneath it all, sex workers are all about bridging, in body & soul, word & deed, the irreconcilable differences between realities and desires.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
The Persian Kitty Alternative

Editor’s Choice
Baker’s Birthday

NSFW Pics & Videos
Guy fucks an English babe’s bum in free gangbang clip
Half-Nekkid on Wacky Hair Day
Joanne Arnold, Extra Nipples & A Request
Justine Jolie
Lucy C topless (Met Art)
Naughty Toons
Our movie debut
Pornsaint Mandy Morbid
Sex Toy or Dog Toy…Or Both?
Thistle
WebMistress Feature Gallery: The Shaving Celebration

Sex Work
Sex Worker Solidarity: Rachel Kramer Bussel

Sex & Politics
Choice Only Begins With Abortion
A Taste of History and Ethics

BDSM & Fetish
Catalina loves Old Friends
Intensity
Learning my place
Morning Wake Up
Punishment
The Secret Room
Sex Party of Five
Sight
Submission
The TAO of Slavery
Tinkle Tinkle
Viper

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Bisexuals Are No Longer Confused
Gwen Diamond Cuckolds Her Husband And Forces Him To Eat Cum
Interview with Rachel Shukert on Jewish girls and blowjobs
The ultimate titty finder

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Cum-shots, spanking, and the role of blogging in feminist porn
Fear and Loathing of Phone Sex
Just Ask For It
What is sex?

Sex Advice
The Two Best Sex Positions for Delaying Ejaculation

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Choices.
A Clandestine Liaison
Cock
The fluent cunnilinguist
For You….
Guesterotica
Haute Couture - Part 1
Mood Recovery - Part III
Seven minutes
Table Seventeen
Teaching a blowjob lesson
That Girl

The Concert

2008-01-28T17:15:00.000-06:00

I'm not exactly up with the times when it comes to technology. I just got an iPod for Christmas, but it has turned out to be my favorite new toy! Well, of the non-sexual variety. Anyway, I love to sing like I'm a rock star while I'm driving. During one such "concert" the idea for this story came together. I was listening to a song by Cher and I've included a few hints as to the title of the song. Brownie points to you if you can figure out what song I was inspired by! Also, the last several stories were ones that I already had in my repertoire, but this is a brand new one! I really like the way it turned out. I hope y'all do too!

Loud and off key singing greeted him as he walked in the door. He loosened his tie as he followed the noise to the bedroom door. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the door frame and simply watched.

His lover was dancing around the bedroom using her iPod as a microphone. Her eyes were closed and she was singing at the top of her lungs some song by Cher – something about a prayer. He didn't have a prayer as he watched her spinning and shaking her lush curves in pink and purple striped panties and one of his white dress shirts she'd commandeered. Every time she'd raise her arms the hem would allow him a glimpse of her panties-covered bottom. He did so enjoy her ass.

Just as he was fixing his gaze on that ass, she turned and spotted him watching her. She let out a screech and immediately tried to pretend she hadn't just been doing her best pop star dance. He chuckled and started toward her. Her cheeks flaming, she turned and presented him her back. He slipped his arms around her – his forearm pressing under her breasts.

“Don't stop on my account.” he whispered as he moved a silky lock of hair behind her ear. For a moment she was still and he wondered if her embarrassment was going to get the best of her. Then she pushed her generous curves back against him. Slowly she began to rock her hips. Bringing his hands to her hips, he slowly began to bunch the crisp cotton, exposing her soft thighs and those panties.

For several minutes they moved in an erotic dance, stroking and teasing. His cock was a firm pressure against her thinly covered ass. She rocked back against his cock, lifting on her toes to stroke him. Letting a soft sigh pass her lips, she turned in his arms.

“Hey baby.”
“Hey yourself. Isn't that my shirt?”

She smiled and backed out of his embrace. Playing with the top button she chewed her bottom lip and gave him a saucy wink.

“Yeah. Want it back?” she teased as the first button slipped free. As her fingers moved from one button to the next his cock throbbed with each glimpse of her breasts and the curve of her soft belly. With a shrug the shirt became a heap of material around her feet. She loved watching his eyes darken as he took in her almost naked form.

“If you want it then come take it.”

The low growl in his throat as he advanced on her said he knew she wasn't talking about a shirt. Coming closer, his hands closed around her upper arms. She gasped at the tightness. Turning her around, he urged her up on the bed. His fingers trailed down her back stropping at the edge of her panties. She wiggled against his hands.

“Stay still.”

She turned her head to watch him, but she obeyed and stayed on her hands and knees. He quickly rid himself of his shirt, pants, and briefs. His cock was jutting away from his stomach; a shine already forming on the tip. Licking her lips she stared greedily at his cock.

“Later.”

Her pout gave way to a smile as he moved behind her. Leaning down he trailed wet, eating kisses along her back. His tongue sent licks of fire straight to her pussy. He nibbled along the band of her panties; his hands stroking down the side of her thighs.

“Take them off me.”
“No.”
“Okay, I'll take them off.”
“I said no.”

He punctuated the command with a sharp slap on her ass. She reached down and slid the wet crotch of her panties to the side. The slide of fabric across her swollen flesh pulled a moan from her throat. Reaching between her thighs she slowly spread her folds; opening herself to him. Her clit was swollen and pink, pulsing gently. His fingers dug into her ass.

“Like it? My pretty little puss?”

She stroked herself slowly and deliberately. Her words had the desired effect. He slid his hands up her back and around to cup her aching breasts. Rolling her nipples, he filled her with a swift stroke. She cried out his name and he groaned as her wet, tight pussy surrounded him. He was hot and thick inside of her.

Quickly catching his rhythm, she rocked back on his cock. The wet sound of her pussy and the slap of his abdomen on her ass caused his control to snap. He drove harder into her body. Her back arched as the tip of his cock stroked her at just the right angle. Leaning over her, he tongued her spine, following it with a soft scrape from his teeth. Her breathing was coming harsh and fast.

“Baby...please.”

He knew she was at the edge and he wasn't far behind her. Sinking his teeth deep into her shoulder he gave her what she was craving – his mark. The gesture of possession shredded her last bit of control. She throbbed around his cock; her release grabbing at him. Stiffening and holding himself deep inside of her, he growled his release into her ear.

With shaking hands he smoothed her hair off her neck and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.

“I guess you don't have to look no more.”

Giving into the soft giggles she sank to the bed.

“I guess you're right.”