Tuesday, February 28, 2006

It's all about ME!

I was going to do a post about G-Spot injections because I heard this interesting debate about them on the radio this morning, and I was curious how other women (and men) felt about the procedure, but I think I'll save that for when I'm feeling a bit more inspired.

But in the meantime, I invite you to join me over at Aragorn and Orchid's blog, where I've lovingly decided to hang my hat for a spell.

Enjoy, and make sure you give them some love, they deserve it.

And if you'd like to be interviewed as well, let Aragorn know and I'm certain he'll accommodate you. Go ahead, try it, you'll like it.

Posted by SD at 7:30 AM 9 comments

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Do You...

Well, darlings, since I'm still feeling ridiculously unsexy, but thankfully, only mildly bitchy at the moment, I'm going to pull out another oldie but goodie from the archives of my salacious mind. I can't clearly recall when I wrote this one, but it certainly wasn't recent. It was, of course, for him because, well, he makes me crazy, but in a good way.

And I wanted to say a special thanks to
Jeff for the lovely e-mail he sent me about my last post. You know how much I value your opinion, my friend, and I am honored and humbled that my writing touches you in some way. Sincerely, I am. {Even if it didn't include 5 women (hee hee, *wink*)}. Mmmwwwaaahhh!

Do You

Water – hot and steamy – beats softly against my heated flesh, running in tiny rivulets down over my breasts and my belly before drifting lower to disappear between my thighs.

I’m alone and I’m aching, needing, wanting... you. Your lips, your teeth, your tongue, your fingers, your cock – all of you – on me, in me. Now. Tonight.

I close my eyes and you’re there, in my mind, kneeling before me. The water from the shower makes your skin glisten and the image of you – wet, naked, kneeling before me – is so deliciously arousing that my insides involuntarily clutch in anticipation.

God, I want you. Do you have any idea how much?

I lean back, pressing my back firmly against the cool tiles and slide my hand between my legs, curving my fingers up to slide them back and forth between my soft wet lips. I lift my leg and brace it on the edge of the tub, imagining it draped over your shoulder, my toes curling into the smooth wet skin of your back as you lean forward to trace the line of my pussy with the flat of your tongue.

I press my fingers inside my aching pussy – wanting so badly for it to be your fingers pressing into me – and slowly begin to fuck myself.

Behind my closed lids, I can still see you, your head buried between my thighs, your tongue sliding up over my clit, your fingers pressed deep inside me.

God, you make me want. Do you have any idea the things you make me feel?

I arch my back and push my hips down hard against my hand, pushing my fingers – your fingers – deep, deep inside and press my thumb – your tongue – roughly against my throbbing clit.

Fuck, it feels good – my fingers (your fingers) sliding hard and fast, in and out of me, over and over again... my thumb (your tongue) dragging, pressing, flicking mercilessly across my clit – I’m going to cum.

God, do you have any idea how many times you’ve made me cum?

I drop my head forward, curl my toes instinctively against the hard lip of the tub and spread my free hand against the wall to brace myself as the orgasm, potently sweet, slowly rolls through me.

Posted by SD at 6:12 PM 3 comments

Monday, February 20, 2006

Takin' it back to da old school...

SD has been in a twisted, funky, not all together pleasant mood of late, there is something bothering me, and I haven't quite figured out how to move past it. And because I haven't, I'm feeling positively unsexy, and just downright bitchy.

But there's no reason all of you lovely people should have to suffer along with me, is there?

So let's go back, shall we? Though I've never posted this here, it was written awhile back (July, I believe) when I was feeling positively sexy, and not at all bitchy. It also happens to be the first thing I'd ever written for Dane, and was, in a way, the beginning of what has become a very special relationship, one that has grown into much more than the initial lust that sparked it (for me, anyhow).

In Dreams

Have you ever had a dream that felt so incredibly real it blew your mind? I have.

It was surreal, as if time had suspended itself and every feeling, every sensation was amplified to an overwhelming intensity. I could feel him... his hands, his lips, his teeth, his tongue... everything.

He touched me…

I don't know where we are or how we got here? That's the funny thing about dreams... What sparks them? What fuels them? I've never physically laid eyes on you so why are you here with me? I don't know the answer.

I've never met you but you're so achingly real to me... never spoken to you but your voice is so lovingly intimate... never touched you but your body is so beautifully familiar.

And you've never touched me but your fingers against my flesh feel so hauntingly right and God, it's crazy but I want you with a passion I couldn't possibly explain.

It's a dream, I know it is, but it feels so real.

Your lips are soft... sweet... tender... as they blend into mine and your tongue playfully coaxes my lips apart, dipping inside to tangle with mine. I can feel the smooth slide of your tongue against mine and the press of your fingers as you grasp my hips, pulling me against you, into you.

Our bodies press together, molding curve to curve, two pieces of a puzzle intricately fitted together. Your hands slide from my hips, up my back, into my hair and your fingers flex restlessly against my scalp. I close my eyes, absorbing the sensations... mouth against mouth, flesh against flesh, heat against heat.

Your mouth leaves mine... lips, teeth and tongue graze over my skin, stopping to trace the delicate column of my neck with the tip of your tongue. My whole body is thrumming, throbbing, aching. For you.

I run my hand down your chest, stopping to splay my fingers across your stomach before sliding down to wrap my fingers loosely around the rigid length of your cock. God, you're so hot and hard in my hand I can't help but wrap my fingers tighter around you, rubbing the length of your cock against my palm as I begin to thrust.

I can feel your breath beating against my neck and the tug of your fingers fisting in my hair. One of the hands fisted in my hair tightens and tugs, pulling my head back while your other hand skims down over my breasts and stomach, slipping lower to slide through the slippery folds of my pussy before getting lost in the wet heat emanating from my body. Your fingers dip into me and your thumb comes up to rub lazy circles around my clit. I press my hips down against your hand and your thumb brushes across my clit. God. I bite down on my tongue and arch my back, it feels good. Too good.

You lift your head from the crook of my neck and my eyes slowly open, burning into yours. My grip on your cock tightens and the hand in my hair drops down to cup my breast, your thumb moving up to tease my nipple. I feel your other hand move from between my legs and glide up over the flat of my stomach, leaving a moist trail in it's wake.

My breath is coming out in choppy waves, my body is quivering. I need...

"I need to taste you."

I drop to my knees, my hand still wrapped around your cock and slowly swirl my tongue around the head. I fit my lips around you and slide my mouth down as my hand thrusts up to brush against my lips. Up... down... over and over again I work you with my hands and mouth. Your taste is on my tongue and I want more. I want all. I bring my other hand up to cradle your balls, kneading them in my palm while I continue to take your cock in and out of my mouth. You reach down and tug on my hair, breaking the rhythm of my mouth on your cock. You don't want to cum this way but God, I want you to. I want to feel you explode in my mouth, your cum a steady tattoo as it beats against the back of my throat.

You pull me up and the friction of our flesh sliding together is heavenly. You fuse your mouth to mine, the saltiness of your precum mixing with our saliva and you groan into my mouth. Your hands slide down my back and you cup my ass, lifting me. I wrap my legs around your waist as you slowly lower us, pressing my back against the cool floor underneath me.

You run your hands up over my ribcage and palm my breasts, dragging your tongue down between the valley of my breasts and over the sensitive skin on my belly. I moan and arch my back, pressing my hips against your chest but you push me back down and continue your assault, stopping to dip into the hollow of my belly button with your tongue while your fingers move lower... finding me... piercing me. Your tongue continues it's descent, slipping lower until I can feel your breath beating against the aching flesh between my thighs. You lean in and flick your tongue lightly over my clit and I arch my hips up, pressing my clit into your open mouth and you bite down gently. I whimper as you lift up, scraping your teeth over my clit and run your tongue through my folds, pressing it into me to join your fingers.

"Oh God. Please."

You pull your tongue out, sliding back up and begin to flick it against my clit in a mind blowing rhythm while your fingers continue to press in and out of me. I can feel the orgasm building in torturous degrees, battering my senses and I reach down to fist my hands in your hair.

"Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Now. Oh fuck. Now."

"Yeah, that's it baby. Let go. Just let it go."

I am. I have no choice.

My body is shuddering and my walls are convulsing in maddening waves around your fingers as you pull them out of me and move up my body. I feel the tip of your cock press against my entrance and I wrap my legs around your waist, digging my feet into the back of your thighs and pull your hips forward. You slide into me to the hilt and the feeling of having you inside me, filling me sends jolts of pleasure dancing up my spine. Your hands come up, your palms sliding over mine, our fingers clasping as we begin to move together. You increase the intensity of your thrusts and every downward thrust has your pelvis colliding with mine. Our bodies are slick with sweat and the friction is incredible. It's too much and I can feel that sweet pulling sensation begin to radiate from my core. Your breath is harsh as it fans against my neck and I can feel the muscles in your thighs tighten as you get closer to the edge.

I feel your teeth graze over my shoulder before they sink into the soft flesh. You press forward, burying yourself completely inside me and I feel you erupt, stepping over the edge and straight into madness, ruthlessly pulling me with you.

Posted by SD at 9:30 PM 5 comments

Friday, February 17, 2006

Guilty Pleasures? Me? Why, I never...

The scrumptiously sexy Sasha tagged me with this "Guilty Pleasures" meme, and though I rarely admit feeling guilty over anything, for her, I shall confess my sins (or five of them, anyway).

So without further ado, five of SD's most "Guilty Pleasures", in no particular order...

Midori
: I adore the stuff in anything, everything, all things. I might just pour it into my coffee, but I'd probably get some funny looks if I tried. If you pour a bit of Midori into my drink, I'll be your most loyal of subjects (maybe), but if you make me a Midori Sour, I'll be your slave (most likely).

Maraschino cherries: Don't ask why because honestly, I couldn't tell you, I just love the things. They're so sweet and good and yummy and mmm. Sigh, now I want one, and if it happened to be wedged between his lips, well, I'd be in heaven.

My fingers: Do I really have to explain why? Oh alright. I'm a big (huge) fan of vibrators and back massagers and hell, shower heads, if it has the potential to make me come, I wholeheartedly support it, but sometimes there's nothing more potent than my own fingers to get the job done. They're like magic, I tell you.

My Cell Phone: Shameful, I know but I love to talk. Seriously, I almost never shut-up, and if I didn't have my cell phone what on earth would I do when one of my many scattered thoughts floats through my mind and I have the need to tell someone right away? Oh, I can't imagine it. LOL.

Candles: I'm obsessed with them. I have them everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Almost any scent will do, but my absolute favorite is Clean Cotton from Yankee Candle Company, it smells delicious, like fresh, clean clothes. Okay, it's a bit weird, but I never professed to be completely normal, did I?

I have a ton more to be sure, but a girl can't give away all her guilty pleasures, can she?

As for tagging, I never do it, but you're all free to confess some of your guilty pleasures if you wish to. And if you do, let me know because I'm the curious sort, you know.

Posted by SD at 1:12 PM 9 comments

For a Prince and his Princess...

this is an audio post - click to play



i carry your heart with me
by e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Congrats, Jeff and Nina, two of the loveliest people I have the pleasure of knowing. Live long, love much, but most of all be happy.

Posted by SD at 12:05 PM 5 comments

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Who's sexy? He's sexy? She's sexy? You're sexy?

I'm sexy?

Well, of course I am. But honestly, what do I know?

And really, what is it that defines sexy, anyway?

Is it the way his eyes crinkle up at the corners when he laughs? Or maybe it's the way her cheek slightly dimples on one side when she smiles? Perhaps it's the light tremor in his voice when your hands slide over his flesh? Or the way her china doll skin subtly flushes when she's aroused? The color of his eyes? The curve of her lips?

What is it that makes someone sexy to you? Tell me, I must know (for purely educational purposes, of course).

Posted by SD at 12:01 PM 5 comments

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

From My Jaded Heart To Yours...

"Love is a canvas furnished by Nature
and embroidered by imagination."
~ Voltaire


Typically I'm a sucker for that extremely over-commercialized day that is Valentine's Day, but this year, not so much. Real life has stepped into the mix, and left me a bit jaded, but even still, the hopeless romantic in me stirs.


Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
~Robert Frost


If you desire someone, show them. Not just today, but everyday.


Happy Valentine's Day

And to the one I desire, thank you for always making me feel special and wanted and loved, it means everything to me. I love you.

Posted by SD at 9:37 AM 3 comments

Friday, February 10, 2006

As promised...

A math quiz.

I do believe that the yummy
Nina already knows the answer, but I wonder if anyone else was paying attention?

So without further ado, how many words?

Your cock pulses against my tongue as my mouth slowly glides up the hard velvety length of you. And I stop briefly to circle the head, but needing your taste on my tongue, I continue up, dipping my tongue into the tiny eye at the top of your sex. Mmm.

I rub my lips across the tip of your cock, tracing the smooth skin with the very tip of my tongue, and your fingers slip into my hair, fisting tightly. Moisture, salty and sweet, seeps from the tiny eye, coating my tongue, and I press it against the roof of my mouth, savoring your taste. Oh, how I want you. I teasingly run my fingers up the length of your cock, before moving back down to wrap my hand completely around the base. And feeling your cock pulse against my palm, against my tongue has my insides quivering in delight.

I'm straddling your thigh, the soft slippery flesh of my pussy resting comfortably against your skin, and I push down, undulating my hips a bit, and that quiver becomes seismic. I slowly lift my head, my lips reluctantly leaving your cock, and bow back, placing my hands firmly on the bed. I need you to touch me. I don’t know if my voice echoed the sentiment running through my mind, but suddenly you’re there, your fingers digging into my skin as you help to maneuver my hips, pressing me more firmly against your thigh. You lean forward, your fingers never leaving my hips, and graze your teeth over the skin just beneath my breasts, moving up to languorously slide your tongue through the valley between them. I close my eyes, my hands fisting in the sheets as you move your tongue over to slowly circle one erect nipple, teasing me.

I unclench my fists, and my fingers slowly dance up your arms, stopping at your shoulders to flex urgently as your tongue moves in to slide over my nipple. The blunt edge of your teeth scrapes over the sensitive flesh, and I arch back, pushing the hardened tip into your mouth, and you bite down gently. I close my eyes, my fingers digging into your skin as you pull me down until I’m hovering over you, my nipple still caught between your teeth. The hard velvety length of you is pressed against my outer thigh, burning my skin, and the need to feel you inside me, piercing, filling me is a white-hot ache. I move my hands down, splaying my fingers across your chest, and lift my leg up and over until I’m straddling your hips. Your cock is resting between the soft wet lips of my pussy, and I begin to piston my hips slowly, moving my hand down to tease the tip of your cock with the tips of my fingers. Our combined tastes cling to my fingers, and I bring them to my mouth, tasting us as I lift my hips, and take you inside me. Bliss.

Well, go on now, how many?

Posted by SD at 8:45 AM 6 comments

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

50 + 150 = 200 (Words).

I got a bit distracted the other night, and strayed from my planned course, but I'm back on track now.

And Nina, sweetheart, if you put the pieces of the puzzle together, the answer to your question is, bliss...


I unclench my fists, and my fingers slowly dance up your arms, stopping at your shoulders to flex urgently as your tongue moves in to slide over my nipple. The blunt edge of your teeth scrapes over the sensitive flesh, and I arch back, pushing the hardened tip into your mouth, and you bite down gently. I close my eyes, my fingers digging into your skin as you pull me down until I’m hovering over you, my nipple still caught between your teeth. The hard velvety length of you is pressed against my outer thigh, burning my skin, and the need to feel you inside me, piercing, filling me is a white-hot ache. I move my hands down, splaying my fingers across your chest, and lift my leg up and over until I’m straddling your hips. Your cock is resting between the soft wet lips of my pussy, and I begin to piston my hips slowly, moving my hand down to tease the tip of your cock with the tips of my fingers. Our combined tastes cling to my fingers, and I bring them to my mouth, tasting us as I lift my hips, and take you inside me. Bliss.

And next, a math quiz...

Posted by SD at 8:36 AM 4 comments

Friday, February 03, 2006

The #1 Way to Wear Out Your Welcome.

In a sense this place is like my house, and all of the lovely people who pass through here on a daily basis, my guests. And I welcome them, I truly do. But let me ask you, if I were to come into your house, and oh, let's say, pilfer the fine china on my way out, you'd be a mite perturbed, yes?

I would be. And incidentally, am.

My writing is an expression of myself, and therefore, very personal. It may be smut to some, but to me, it’s a piece of myself that I’m sharing with you, and all I ask in return is that you respect it, and me. I’m honored, and always humbled when anyone enjoys something I’ve written so much that they feel the need to share it on their own blog. I have NO problems with that. What I DO have a problem with is someone coming here, and copying a WHOLE post without so much as a "do you mind", and transferring that post to their own blog. And you may argue that at the very bottom you did in fact post a link, not to the specific post you pilfered, but leading back to this blog. But it doesn’t matter. You didn’t ask, you didn’t take a small piece of something you enjoyed that you wanted to share, you weren’t using it to enhance something of your own or to emphasize a point you were trying to make. What you did was take an ENTIRE post of mine, and reproduce on your blog as content filler. That is unacceptable to me.

Maybe your intention is to promote other people’s work? Perhaps you should visit Bacchus or Viviane, and learn how that’s done because you’re going about it the wrong way, and I doubt anyone will thank you for it.

I’m not going to post up your link because I’m bitchy enough to NOT want any traffic sent your way, but since your IP hits my site numerous times a day, I’m figuring you’ll see this, and hopefully get the message.

Lastly, I write for myself, I write for him, and I write for us. But I do NOT write to create filler for your blog, nor do I write to compensate for your complete lack of talent, and I imagine none of the other sex bloggers you’ve "borrowed" from do either.

Going back to the "house" reference I made in the beginning, you want to borrow the sheets -- fine, but if you wouldn’t mind, leave the fucking bed here.

Edited: Major props to Artfuldodger for stepping in to give a verbal smackdown to the aforementioned person, and in turn, rectifying the situation quite nicely. As I said in my comment at S.I.C., you quite simply ROCK. Thank you.

Posted by SD at 9:25 PM 8 comments

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

50 + 100 = 150 (Words).

Is anyone sensing a pattern here? Shh, it's okay, I'm just testing my math skills. Here we go...

I'm straddling your thigh, the soft slippery flesh of my pussy resting comfortably against your skin, and I push down, undulating my hips a bit, and that quiver becomes seismic. I slowly lift my head, my lips reluctantly leaving your cock, and bow back, placing my hands firmly on the bed. I need you to touch me. I don’t know if my voice echoed the sentiment running through my mind, but suddenly you’re there, your fingers digging into my skin as you help to maneuver my hips, pressing me more firmly against your thigh. You lean forward, your fingers never leaving my hips, and graze your teeth over the skin just beneath my breasts, moving up to languorously slide your tongue through the valley between them. I close my eyes, my hands fisting in the sheets as you move your tongue over to slowly circle one erect nipple, teasing me.

Posted by SD at 2:00 PM 4 comments