Friday, December 30, 2005

Simplicity is thy name.

SD is feeling all amiss. My heart is lonely and my mind refuses to rest, but no worries, I'll manage to dig myself out of this hopeless state of romanticism that I seem to be plagued with in no time.

But in the meantime, something simple. Enjoy.

With my knees bent, my back bowed, my shoulders arched and my head back you slide into me... softly, slowly ...until your pelvis rests comfortably against my ass. And your fingers flex restlessly against my hips before skimming up over my back, sliding down and around, your palms brushing against my nipples as you cup my breasts, and pull me against you until my back is flush with your chest.

And with your head buried in my neck, you begin to thrust, slowly at first, the tempo of your thrusts increasing until I'm mindless of anything but the feeling of having you buried inside me.

Posted by SD at 12:27 PM 7 comments

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Love's Philosophy

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Don't mind me, I'm just having a moment, of what, I'm not quite sure, but a moment all the same. Besides, poetry is nice from time to time, is it not? And it's all the better when I'm not the one attempting to write it. But wait...

Soft fingertips dance
Lovingly tracing patterns
Across heated flesh

Sorry, I had a brief moment of inspiration. It's passed.

Posted by SD at 10:02 AM 6 comments

Friday, December 23, 2005

Seasons Greetings...

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love. -- Hamilton Wright Mable

Eat, drink and be merry, but most of all, be safe.


Posted by SD at 10:49 AM 5 comments

Thursday, December 22, 2005


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Posted by SD at 9:26 AM 1 comments

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Lovingly borrowed from...


Seductress of Delights

I can live with that.

Posted by SD at 8:58 PM 1 comments

Monday, December 19, 2005

I feel you.

Oh, it's amazing the things my imagination combined with this insistent need I have for someone conjures up.

This is for you, my love. Always for you.

"I want you to touch yourself."

Your voice echoes softly in my ear, teasing my senses, and I shamelessly absorb the feelings you evoke in me.

Do you know how bad I want to touch you? And how frustrating it is to know that I can't?

"Spread your legs for me."

The soft tone of your voice mixed with the sound of your breathing has my insides clutching in glorious anticipation as I do what you ask and part my legs for you.

"Slide your hand down over your belly, slowly..."

And I do, imagining your own hand slipping underneath the waistband of your pants, fisting your cock tightly in the palm of your hand.

"...and slip it between your legs. Are you wet for me?"


I hear you gasp – softy, quietly – and I wonder if you’re stroking yourself for me the way I’m stroking myself for you?

"Can you feel me? Feel my fingers sliding through the soft, wet folds of your pussy before I press them into you. Press your fingers inside yourself, baby. I want them inside.

I dip my fingers into the wet heat between my thighs and slowly pull them out before plunging back in again.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes. God, I want you inside me."

"Just close your eyes, I am inside you."

I close my eyes and focus on my fingers as they continue to move in and out of my pussy, wanting so bad for it to be you fucking me.

"Oh God, are you with me? I want you with me."

"I am with you, baby."

I hear it now – in your voice, in your breathing – and in my mind, I can see you, your hand wrapped around the rigid length of your cock, pumping, the speed increasing with every stroke.

"God, baby..."

"Mmm. Can you feel me? Feel my tongue swirling, nibbling, sucking, sliding up to press against your clit. Rub your clit for me."

I move my thumb up to drag the smooth pad across my clit, imagining your tongue pressed there and God, I can’t stop the moan that passes my lips, it’s incredible, you’re incredible.

"Yes, God, yes. I feel you."

"Oh, fuck, that’s it, come for me, baby. I want to hear you come."

And I do. I arch up, pressing roughly against my palm and my whole body shudders as the orgasm claws through me.

I drop my hips back down and with my insides still pulsing and my breath still hitching, I skim my wet fingers up over my tummy, my chest, my neck, my mouth. I rub them across my lips before tracing them with my tongue, tasting myself as I listen to the sound of your breathing go ragged, knowing that your own orgasm is slowly clawing its way through you.

Posted by SD at 5:27 PM 3 comments

Thursday, December 15, 2005

25 Words.

Following in the footsteps of figleaf, one of my favorite bloggers, I give you something short but sweet...

Our eyes lock, clear blue melting into sharp green, and our breathing goes ragged as our fingers lace, our legs tangle and our bodies join.

Posted by SD at 12:59 PM 5 comments

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Enquiring minds want to know...

I'm behind the times here, ladies and gents, but that's not a new thing.

Awhile back I reincarnated a post entitled Cocksucking 101, as it was and still is my most popular search phrase, and when I did, I posed the question...

Are there really people out there legitimately looking for a class on cocksucking?

And in responding Aragorn suggested that I might get a better response if I twisted the question a bit and since his suggestion ultimately piqued my curiosity, I've decided that I must know the answer.

So without further ado...

Are there any men out there that think their partners could (should) take a class in cock sucking?

Well, what do you think? And don't be shy, nobody (least of all me) is going to bite you (not hard, anyway) if you answer in the positive.

Posted by SD at 11:54 AM 9 comments

Monday, December 12, 2005

May I have your attention please...

If you'd do me the honor of taking a moment of your time and look to your left, you'll see that I've added a link that enables you to subscribe to the eZine, SECRET THOUGHTS, lovingly brought to you by the fun, sexy and extremely real erotic author Sasha White.

I had the distinct pleasure of reading a few previous issues of SECRET THOUGHTS earlier today and enjoyed myself immensely. But honestly, how could I not? SECRET THOUGHTS is full of well written and extremely well presented erotica in all of it's glorious forms and what could be more enjoyable than that?

So, go on, it's easy... just type your e-mail address in the little box over there and click submit, you won't be sorry.

Posted by SD at 12:54 PM 2 comments

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Ink or no ink? That is the question.

As I've been sentenced (rather cruelly, I might add) to an indefinite period of abstinence (although, there was a shamelessly climactic episode last night involving myself, an extremely naughty little rabbit and some rather salacious thoughts about a certain someone), the sex talk will be somewhat sporadic around here.

So in the spirit of my newly formed sporadic nature, I'm going to talk about something that's not particularly related to sex, but most certainly sexy.


Mmm. I love 'em. Seriously. Look at that, what's not to love? She (and she is not me, btw, she is my extremely lovely roommate and was photographed with her full consent) is gorgeous by her own right but something about the pattern etched across her lower back draws my attention, making me long to skim my tongue across all that ink, tracing the intricate curves and angles decorating her flesh. I won't, of course, as our relationship is more of a sisterly one, but you're getting my point, right?

I don't know what it is, I just find them erotic, delectable, arousing. They fascinate me. How about you?

Posted by SD at 11:49 AM 21 comments

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Erotica Defined.

Erotica: Literature or art intended to arouse sexual desire.

To me, erotica is like a love, a lover, a friend, a savior. It is a way to express my feelings, my desires, my wants, my needs, my insecurities and my fears regarding my sexuality through words that aren't meant to merely arouse your sexual desires but to stimulate your mind as well, to make you feel. And I read erotica for pretty much the same reasons that I write it. To feel.

So, what I'm dying to know is... why do you read and/or write erotica, what does it mean to you?

And since I appear to be fixated on erotica at the moment, I should probably give you some, huh?

This was written for someone that arouses my desire, stimulates my mind and makes me feel all kinds of wonderful things.

The melodic timbre of your voice echoes through my head mercilessly, tormenting me. Oh, how I want you. Not just your voice, but all of you ...your hands, your mouth, your cock. My eyes shutter closed and your image merges with the sound of your voice in my head. Bliss.

I lean back in my chair, prop my feet on the very edge of my desk, part my thighs and slide my hand down over my stomach, moving lower to slip my fingers underneath the soft cotton of my panties and lower still to touch the swollen lips of my pussy. I'm already wet, aching, ready, my whole body a tight ball of need throbbing for release, longing for you.

I tease the soft wet lips of my pussy, trailing my fingers from top to bottom and back again before moving down to press one then two fingers deep inside myself. My thumb lightly brushes my clit as my fingers begin to move inside me... pressing in, pulling out ... and I stop to slowly circle the sensitive bundle of nerves with the soft pad of my thumb.

In my mind, I can still hear you, still see you... your mouth, your tongue, your hands, your fingers, your cock ...on me, in me. Oh God, it's too much. My knees come together, trapping my fingers inside and I arch my back as I come, chanting your name.

Posted by SD at 1:52 PM 8 comments