Salacious Desires

Bound.

NOTE: There were comments on this post, but I lost them because my web designer, Jeff, that prince of a man was in here fixing my template and for some reason that post was corrupted and was messing up my lovely template so it needed to be deleted. I'm sorry about the lost comments (it makes me sad), and the fact that this post is yet again at the top. Although, since I quite love the man it was written for, it doesn't bother me a bit.

~*~

We've never met and yet I am bound to you, completely--mentally, emotionally, physically; all of me, in every way.

I long for you.

Your mind (God, how I love your mind, it stimulates me, turns me on in ways you couldn't comprehend or maybe you could), connecting with mine. Talking, laughing, sharing, crying--I want that, all of it.

Your arms, wrapped around me, pulling me into you, holding me against you until our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle who've finally found their mate.

Your hands (those gorgeous hands I adore so much), moving over me, manipulating me--my hair, my face, my breasts, my belly, my thighs; all of me, every single inch.

Your lips (have I ever mentioned that I adore those too? I do, but then again, I adore all of you, every part), pressing against mine, sliding down to skim over that same flesh your hands just manipulated.

Your tongue, soft and gentle, following the pattern your lips took across my body--tracing, laving, soothing, possessing me.

Your cock, hot and hard--in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy--pressing against me, pressing into me, the heat, your heat, searing my flesh.

Simply, I want You. All of you.

P.S. Thank you for the inspiration, baby, I'm sorry it took almost a week to kick in. I love you.

Posted by SD at 11:28 AM 0 comments

Remember...

...way back in January, when I introduced you to Sexy Sasha's eZine Secret Thoughts, I said that you never knew when I'd be inclined to have my wicked way with Sexy Sasha and her Scrumptious eZine again (and again and again)? Well, I do believe that time has come...



So go on now, subscribe (to your left), it won't hurt, on the contrary, with all the fun erotic stories, articles and pictures you'll find in Secret Thoughts, it can only bring you pleasure--lots and lots of pleasure.

Posted by SD at 10:21 AM 1 comments

Reminiscing...

I pulled this from my June archives for the delectable Nina because she tempts me as much as I tempt her.

This is purely fantasy, but, oh, how I wish it weren't so.

Oh, the things my wicked mind wants...

You're beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. I know it's crazy but when you look at me - just look - it's like everything else just melts away... my heart beats faster, my skin starts to burn, my muscles quiver. The range of sensations that wash through me are almost painful in their intensity. For so long I've fought the need to touch you, to taste you because I never imagined you felt it too, but here you are, laid out in all your glorious splendor... for me and God, I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you right now but...

"I'm nervous." Your voice is soft, tentative.

"Me too." I admit, lifting my eyes to yours.

And I am. I didn't think I would be but I am. I've been with a woman before, but this need I have for you scares me.

"Are you sure..."

"Yes." I stop you. Out of all the crazy things going on inside me right now, the one thing I know for sure is that I want you. Oh God, you have no idea how much. We're lying hip to hip and I turn toward you. "Come here."

You shift onto your side, your nipple brushes against mine and I feel sparks of electricity dance up my spine. You're so soft. So...

"Fuck, I want you."

I crook my leg, lifting it up to tease your thighs apart with my knee and you close your eyes loosely. I can feel you bow back a little as your thighs part and I slip my knee in, bringing it up to press against your pussy.

"Oh God." You press your hips down and grind against my knee. The feeling of your hot, wet pussy rubbing against my bare flesh is exquisite.

I watch you, I can't stop watching you and it's so enchanting the way passion makes you more beautiful. Your satiny, china doll skin is flushed a pale, pale rose and when your eyes flutter open to peer into mine they're heavy with need.

"I want..."

"I know."

I lean in to nip your lower lip with my teeth before laving my tongue across the ache like a soothing balm. You part your lips and your tongue snakes out to wrap around mine, pulling it into your mouth. I groan, the sound filling your mouth and I bring my hands up to cup your breasts. The soft pads of my thumbs graze your nipples, sharpening them to diamond points. The weight of your breasts in my hands is incredible, but I want to feel them under my tongue.

My knee moves from between your thighs and you groan at the loss.

Our lips part and I flick my tongue over the delicate column of your neck, trailing lower until I reach your full breasts. I circle your nipple with my tongue before arrowing in on the rosy tip, sucking it greedily into my mouth.

Your hands dive into my hair and your hips thrust forward wantonly,

"Touch my pussy. Please... I need to feel your hands on my pussy."

Mmm, me too.

I slip my hand between your thighs and God, you're so fucking wet. I drag two of my fingers down through all that slippery softness, from top to bottom and I feel your body shudder. You thrust forward, pressing that soft, wet pussy of yours against my fingers and they slide deep inside you.

Your walls tighten around my fingers like a velvet fist, dragging them further into your body and I bite down gently on your nipple. I want... I need...

"I want to taste you. Fuck, I need to taste you on my tongue."

I pull my fingers from inside you and roll you onto your back. I spread your legs wide and slide down your body until my face hovers at the juncture of your thighs and, oh my, your pussy is so fucking beautiful. All that silky pink wetness just begging to be fucked. I dip my head down and run my tongue through your folds, coating it with the sweet, sticky moisture leaking from your core.

"God, you taste so good, baby. So fucking good."

I want more. I want all.

I slide my tongue back up and drag it over your clit. Fuck, it's so hard. I can feel your pussy pulsing underneath my tongue and God, I want to feel you cum. I move my hand back down between your thighs and slip three fingers inside you. You arch up, pushing your clit against my tongue and I bite down gently.

"Oh fuck, I can't..."

You snap your thighs closed and arch your hips higher, causing my teeth to graze over your clit.

"Oh please God, I need..."

Your hips begin to pump mindlessly against my mouth and I can feel your walls clamp down around my fingers. I work another finger inside you and begin thrusting them rapidly in and out of you. I lift my head as much as your thighs will allow and flick my tongue wildly over your clit.

"Oh, Fuck... Oh, Yeah... God, YES."

Oh God, I can feel the orgasm clawing through you. I pull my fingers out to slide my tongue down and press it deep inside you. Your hands come down to grasp my head and you thrust your hips up, fucking my tongue as you ride out your orgasm.

Posted by SD at 10:15 AM 1 comments

SD Interrupts your regularly scheduled programming...

I hate thiefs, I honesty do, they make me bitchy. And worse than thiefs are plagiarists, they don't merely make me bitchy, on the contrary, they make me contemplate acts that would fall under the category of "unladylike".

Oh, Samantha, if you were going to steal my work and try to pass it off as your own, you probably should've made a slight variation to my post instead of using it word for fucking word. That's just stupid, and dare I say, tacky.

Now, since you stole them from here, I'm assuming you come here? Well, if that's the case, I'm going to suggest that you remove my haiku's from the site you posted them at before I'm forced to go play with copyright laws and all that other fun stuff.

P.S. And, Samantha, since I'm currently having a ball playing in your blog posts, I might suggest that while you're at it, you can go ahead and remove the rest of my posts that you've plagiarized (and all those other talented bloggers you've stolen from as well--Freya, Always Aroused Girl, Shay, Orchidea--the list goes on...). And a word of advice, if you can't write then you should stick to the fucking polls, but hell, you probably stole those too.

And while I'm still in bitch-mode, anyone else who thinks it's a good idea to take my words and pass them off as their own--IT'S NOT! I'm fairly mild mannered, but my writing is very personal, and I won't allow anyone to disrespect it by using it to compensate for their own lack of talent. Ever.

Alright, I'm done, we can now return to our regularly scheduled program (scroll down, yes, there)...

EDITED: It looks like Samantha removed her head from her ass, and took down that which she stole, which incidentally, was everything save the polls I mentioned above. And big thanks to the anonymous commenter who led me in her direction.

And hey, Samantha, are you the one from Texas currently littering my stats with all those Google searches you're runnning I'm assuming to see if your plagiarized posts pull up with my original posts when you run a search? You don't need to waste your time, of course they will, you don't even have to be relatively smart to know that.

Posted by SD at 9:24 AM 6 comments

Review: South Coast Pleasure.

I've been meaning to do this post for days, but then I got sick and if you combine that with my naturally lazy nature, well, it just didn't get done. Shame on me.

I get a good amount of e-mail, content ranging anywhere from readers asking if I'm interested in partaking in any kind of online sexual activity (and to save anyone time and trouble, I should mention that the answer to that question is and will always be "no"--no cyber, no cams, no nothing--it's just not my thing) to adult sites, etc. asking for reciprocal links, a review of their site, sex toy reviews, erotic pieces, etc. and I'll be honest, when it comes to reviews or writing of any kind, more times than not, I give a polite refusal because I either don't have the time or their requirements (word counts, content, etc.) is too restricted, and I hate feeling restricted when I'm writing (this is why I'd probably make a lousy author, the restrictions would smother me). But, with that said, every once in a while a site intrigues me, and I feel compelled to check it out. This was the case with South Coast Pleasure.

I mean, what woman wouldn't be intrigued by a well run, sex positive site that offers everything from well written, informative, salaciously erotic sex toy reviews and erotic stories to sexy articles and educational information ranging from how to choose just the right toy for you to how to have anal sex? And that's only a few of the sexy things South Coast Pleasure has to offer. Well, I'll tell you, that woman wouldn't be me. I was intrigued.

They also have a very sexy writer on staff, Adrie Santos, who writes some of the yummiest erotic pieces and sex toy reviews I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Adrie doesn't merely try and sell you a sex toy by regaling a bunch of information that can just as easily be found on the packaging , on the contrary, she shares her experience with the toy in question in a very erotic, and I must say, stimulating way, she makes you a part of the experience, and for me, that's what good writing is all about. If you're interested in reading Adrie's sexy reviews, sex articles and erotic pieces, you can find them here.

And with all that delectable fun, how could I resist? Well, of course, I couldn't, could I?

So yeilding to temptation, I agreed to start out slow with a nice, simple, and may I say, quite pleasurable sex toy review. And saints be praised, it was an intense and very intimate experience, and one I will no doubt have to have again. If you're interested in reading my review, you can find it here.

Alright now, what are you waiting for? I've provided the links, all you have to do is roll your mouse up there, click one of them, and wallah. Go on now, you won't be sorry.

P.S. I want to say thank you to the person who sent me the lovely e-mail about the haiku's I posted on Saturday. He was wondering if I'd ever had any of my poetry put to music, and while it's a lovely thought, I don't believe anything I've ever written is song worthy, but I thought it was fabulous that anyone would even ponder that delightful possibility.

Posted by SD at 9:46 AM 4 comments

In honor of...

... Jeff’s "Poetry Slam Thursday" (Oh, I know, it isn’t Thursday, but I’m exercising my flare for being fashionably late), I wrote some haiku’s (cause honestly, that’s about the only kind of poetry I write somewhat decently) for you. Well, not you specifically, but rather for him specifically, but you get my point, yes? Anyhow, enjoy...

Fingers, lips, tongue, cock.
On me. In me. All of me.
Completely. I’m yours.

~*~

Velvet cuddles steel,
Tightly; a warm, wet embrace.
Us. Melding. Melting.

~*~

Lips; soft and gentle.
Skimming across fevered flesh.
Mine. Yours. Ours. Blending.

~*~

My heart longs for you.
All of you. Mind. Body. Soul.
Does yours long for me?

~*~

Touch, taste, take, love. Me.
Make me yours. Infinitely.
You are all I want.

Posted by SD at 7:14 PM 4 comments

One Day...

I'll get inspired again. In the meantime, some of the boring stuff I've been entertaining myself with today...

Congratulations, S!
Your IQ score is 131

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns.

The Classic IQ Test

~And~

A Benevolent Idealist and a Cautious Realist. Well, that's an interesting mix.

Posted by SD at 1:54 PM 1 comments

Blogger...

Is apparently experiencing technical difficulties again (and again and again and again).

My blog has been going down in random fits for days, and it was down for over 12 hours last night/today.

Maybe they'll get it together here shortly, you think?

Posted by SD at 10:50 AM 1 comments

Thinking of You.

Since SD is feeling a few steps past death at the moment, I’ve decided to dig back into the archives of my salacious mind once more. I have no idea when I wrote this, it was a while back. And it was, of course, written for Dane because I love him, and I want him, and well, he was occupying my mind long before we decided to share it with all of you.

Thinking of you

The room is quiet and dark as I lay back against the cotton sheets covering my bed. And the soft material feels heavenly against my naked flesh.

I've been thinking about you again.

I bring my knees up, spreading my thighs, and the cool air wafting through the room fans across my pussy. Mmm, it feels good. I'm already wet and aching, my body straining for release.

I know this is insane, these things I feel for you, but I can't stop it.

I run my hands down over my breasts, capturing their weight in my palms while I begin to roll my nipples roughly between my fingers.

I close my eyes and imagine your hands there, touching me. God, I want you to touch me.

I skim one hand down over my belly and slide it unabashedly between my parted thighs, running my fingers over the swollen lips of my pussy.

Fuck.

I slide my other hand down to join the one already playing between my thighs, and deliberately spread my outer lips, exposing the silky pink flesh hidden underneath.

It's burning for you--your hands, your mouth, your cock.

I drag a finger down between the glistening pink petals, and press it into me.

Oh God.

I press another, and then another finger inside, and begin to thrust them, softly at first and then faster, harder, in and out of me, my thumb coming up to tease my clit.

Oh fuck me, I want it to be your fingers there, inside me, fucking me.

This need for you consumes me. I long to see your lovely cock, hot and hard in your hand, stroking yourself as I masturbate for you.

Oh, I'm so close. I can feel it.

I press my thumb down hard against my clit, digging into the sensitive flesh, and arch my hips, pushing my fingers deep, deep inside me.

Oh yes, that's it. I squeeze my eyelids tightly together, and bite my lip to muffle the sound of my moaning.

Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, and I want you to cum with me. I can see you there behind my closed lids, kneeling between my thighs. Your hand is fisted tightly around your cock, milking it until your cum jets out in steady streams, landing across the smooth skin of my belly.

Yes. God, yes.

I feel my inner walls lock tightly around my fingers, pulling them deeper inside me as I cum.

For you.

Posted by SD at 7:01 PM 1 comments

Walking through your Zen garden

To take that first unconfident step toward you, and with the butterflies fluttering wildly in my tummy, our eyes meet, lock. And with the brilliant blue of yours soothing the vivid green of mine, I take the next step.

To step into the circle of your arms, our bodies pressing together as we lean forward for that oft-awkward, oft-fumbly first meeting of lips and tongues.

To feel your fingers press into my skin as the kiss intensifies, wanting you to want me to the point that you have no choice but to rush me into the nearest airport restroom because you can't keep your hands off me, and with my skirt hiked up around my waist and my panties caught around my knees, you gloriously fuck me fast and furious in the rearmost stall.

And spending an afternoon under the radiant sun, sharing a picnic with you at the creek on the road to your home sounds so lovely.

To be able to run my fingers through your hair and over your skin, learning you as your mouth explores my body, learning me. Lips nuzzling. Teeth nipping. Tongue soothing.

And yes, tasting myself mixed with your own taste when we next kiss would be exquisite.

To feel your flesh slide over mine as you move up my body, your lips finding mine, our fingers lacing and our eyes locking as you press into me again, slowly this time--filling me, taking me, melting me...

Posted by SD at 8:24 AM 4 comments

You wanna stick what? Where?

NOTE: I don't think this is exactly what you were thinking of Jeff, but this was where I was going the other day. For anyone that's looking for a wonderful post on g-spots in general, check out Susie Bright's post here. Thank you figleaf, for pointing me in that direction.

[...February 28, 2006 -- The shocking new sex procedure that has women gasping.

THIS is one plastic surgery you won't be able to point out during red-carpet arrivals. Forget the lip injections and the breast implants; the hottest place for stars to get shot up with collagen this year is ... the G spot. That elusive female pleasure point - whose very existence was the subject of medical debate for years, and continues to confound many a well-intentioned man - is the pet project of Dr. David Matlock, Beverly Hills OB-GYN, laser surgeon and passionate defender of a woman's right to orgasms.


Lots of them...]

Click here to read the rest of the article.


The "G-Shot"? Nuh uh!

Seriously ladies (and gents who are intrigued by this procedure), having some doctor stick a needle (a needle for good god sake) and inject collagen into your (or your lovers) tender bits in the name of pleasure is just silly.

Why, when there are so many other creative and natural ways to reach orgasm, would anyone even consider it?

Maybe it's because you feel you're one of those women who just can't seem to reach orgasm or if you do, it's such a finger-breaking, battery-killing event it hardly seems worth it?

I used to be one of those women who felt that way, and I completely understand the frustration, but as frustrating as trying to bring myself to orgasm used to be for me (and forget about my lovers, it would be a cold day in hell before any of them could get me off), I would never consider letting anyone inject my g-spot with anything just to make it easier on myself (or my lovers).

Why? You ask.

Well, to my way of thinking, it's just not natural and more than a bit masochistic. And honestly, for me, setting yourself up for fool proof, all hits--no misses sexual gratification takes the fun out of the many yummy ways there are to achieve orgasm.

But SD, didn't you hear me? I can't come, I just can't.

Oh, yes, you can. And if you believe you can, you will.

There are a multitude of women who have this crazy misconception that they're somehow broken or that their equipment isn't quite up to par and they're just not built for pleasure. And for those women who feel that sexually, they're not all there, this procedure more than likely sounds like some kind of saving grace. But I don't see it that way.

Women, in their many wonderful shapes and forms, can all reach orgasm without taking such drastic measures to get there. And, in my opinion, those who still feel they can't, just aren't comfortable enough yet with their sexuality to get where they want to go. I wasn't, and it was a rough and at times, disheartening ride to the finish line, but now that I'm there, I'm glad I never threw in the towel. Look at all the wonderful things I would have missed. In the end, all I had to do was learn to be comfortable with my body and embrace the pleasure I can give myself. And once you get there, it's incredibly easy to teach your partner what it is that makes your toes curl, your eyes roll, your stomach clutch and your pussy pulse. See, easy as pie.

As for the illustrious g-spot orgasm--personally, I've never had one, and because I love experiencing new sensations, I can only hope that the Gods of sexual pleasure decide to smile down on me one of these days, but if they don't, I'll just have to live with my kickass, eye-rolling clitoral orgasms. Oh, the torture.

I don't expect everyone or well, anyone for that matter, to agree with me, but whether you do or you don't, I'd love to hear your two cents on the "G Shot.

Posted by SD at 12:09 PM 5 comments