Salacious Desires

Programming Note.

2007-05-10T08:18:00.000-07:00

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SD's New Home & Other Exciting News...

2006-12-22T11:35:00.000-08:00

Well, I'm nearly done decorating my new home, just a touch more here and a couple touches there, but I do believe I'm ready to invite you all in...

So, come and pay me a vist in my brand new home. This blog will not be deleted, it will remain as is for several reasons, but there will be no more updates posted here, you'll have to come over here for that.

In other news, I'm extremely excited about the January 30th release of...

SECRET THOUGHTS: Erotique

Release Date: January 30th 2007.

Domination. or Submission? Ménage a trios or Man on Man? What about voyeurism?

A tease? A taste? Sink your teeth into this collection of erotica short stories from 6 top erotic storytellers.

Everyone has them. Those secret thoughts that bring forth your hottest dreams and desires. The ones that you don’t share, the ones that make your heart pound and your blood heat.

What do you fantasize about? In the Secret Thoughts: Erotique collection you’ll find all sorts of deliciously erotic scenes from the naughty minds of Beth Williamson, JJ Massa, Laura Bacchi, Nix Winter, Sasha White, and S. Desires.

There are some very talented ladies up there and if I were you, I know where I'd be on January 30th.

Well, color me surprised...

2006-12-13T07:45:00.000-08:00

Apparently my previous post "An open letter to my lover..." has been chosen for the Decemeber 12th Edition of Fleshbot's Sex Blog Roundup. Seeing as I haven't updated in a month of Sunday's (or longer), it came as a bit of a surprise, a good one, and I'd like to extend my graditude to Fleshbot and Chelsea Girl for the mention. Thanks.

Anyone who's wandered over here from there will notice that there's nothing new to chew on, but if you'll take a moment to browse through my archives I'm sure (or at least I hope) you'll find something tasty to wet your appetite.

In other news, I'm currently in the process of moving (my blog not my person), but I'm not quite done yet. But, when that happy day arrives, you'll be the first to know.

An open letter to my lover...

2006-11-01T21:28:00.000-08:00

Alone in another crowded airport in another foreign city silently cursing the gods of air for the dratted mechanical failure that kept me from you.

God, so close, an hour by air, that's all that separated us.

So, I sat and I waited and I cursed some more as I softly rubbed my tummy to help calm the butterflies working overtime in there, fluttering their wings in wild abandon, and I had to laugh at myself for allowing that silly bout of nerves to creep in on me. And I can not lie, I was nervous, but the nerves were such a secondary sensation to the intense need I had to see you--your face, a face that's graced my dreams for more than a year and your eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes that forever hold me captive in sleep.

When they finally called my flight, two hours after it was originally scheduled to depart, those butterflies in my tummy ceased their fluttering because they, like I, knew that in just over an hour, I'd finally meet the man of my dreams.

That sounds fanciful, I know, but you've known me long enough to know that I'm a hopeless romantic at heart.

The last leg of my journey to you (and a long journey it was) was rather serene, the plane went up just high enough to oddly accentuate all the fascinating intricacies of the land below, and oh, what a sight it was. The Bay was breathtaking, it was all breathtaking, like a dazzling painting of uninhibited beauty I'll remember for the rest of my life.

And that was nothing compared to the feelings that washed through me when I walked through the door of that tiny airport hauling my sons silly Batman backpack and saw you standing there waiting for me.

You smiled at me and when I was close enough to touch, you hugged me and god, it felt so wonderful. It wasn't awkward as I feared it would be, there wasn't that shyness I expected to feel, it just felt lovely.

And though I didn't say it then, the way you looked at me while we waited for the rest of my luggage made me feel beautiful. And when I asked you, "What?" (as I did a million times during our week together ) and you said, "I'm just looking at you, you're rather lovely to look at." I got all soft and warm inside and at that moment, I wanted so very badly to kiss you right there in front of everyone while we waited for my luggage. Why I didn't will forever remain a mystery.

The ride to the hotel was somewhat surreal, there you were next to me, all I had to do was reach out and I could feel the warmth of your skin against mine. And your voice, hearing it resonate through the car as we chatted was amazing and wonderful.

Oh, baby, I can't explain how incredibly delightful it was for me to just be there with you, to be able to look at you and talk to you and touch you--there are no words.

In the week we spent together, we made a lot of beautiful memories, but one of the loveliest for me was the hour or so we spent with each other right after we checked into the hotel.

We didn't make love, not then, we talked and we touched and we kissed and we teased, but our clothes never came off. And yet, if we'd have continued to lay there exploring each other for just a tiny bit longer I'd have come from nothing more than the sheer pleasure of having your hands on my body and mine on yours, of feeling your lips against my lips and your breath on my skin, of hearing your voice ring in my ears and watching your eyes move over my body. I have never felt so in touch with myself or my body as I did in that glorious stretch of time I spent lying there with you. It was incredibly beautiful, my love, and a moment in time that I will treasure for as long as I draw breath.

By the time we made it back to the room that night I wanted you so badly I could barely think straight. If I'd been thinking straight I would have joined you in the shower instead of lying there alone on the bed thoroughly preoccupied with the intense need I had to feel you inside me.

We'd briefly talked before about how the first time with a new lover can be a bit awkward and fumbly, but from where I was laying, ours was neither of those things, quite the contrary, it was (pardon my language) fucking incredible. You are incredible.

There was more talking and touching and kissing and teasing. Mmm. The slow removal of clothing as our hands moved over each other, becoming intimately familiar with the others body.

And then the unfathomable pleasure of finally being able to take you into my mouth, to feel the hot, hard, velvety smooth skin of your cock against my tongue. Bliss. You have a gorgeous cock, my love, and because you have no qualms being vocal about what you like, I could've happily spent hours pleasuring you with nothing but my mouth.

And the thrill of watching you dip your head down to ease your face between my parted thighs, feeling your hair brush against the sensitive skin of my thighs and your breath flutter across my aching cunt just before you leaned in to taste me. Ecstasy.

And, god, feeling your body rub and press against mine as you slid up to settle between my thighs, your cock gliding through the slippery wetness emanating from my body as you leaned down to kiss me was sublime.

And then you were inside me and I lost myself in you.

For me, it was far more than sex we shared during our time together, but I'm thinking you already know that, and to write it all out would make this post longer than it needs to be. So, I'll simply say, when I got on that plane bright and early on a Wednesday morning, I was already in love with you, but not even I, the hopeless romantic, could've predicted how much my love for you would mature and grow in the short week we had together.

My darling, I love you more now than I did then and less than I will tomorrow. And as a wise man once told me (and if I remember correctly, it happened to be while I was snuggled up in his arms), we can't predict what the future holds for us, but we have each other now and that is what matters.

Yours,
SD

Trick or Treat

2006-10-20T15:01:00.000-07:00

Are you a fan of Halloween?

I'm not so much, I don't know why either.

I love candy, I love being able to pretend I'm someone else for a night...so you'd think I'd love Halloween, right? Maybe it's because I've worked the bar so many of those nights? Or mayeb it's because I like being me...or maybe it's really because all the costuems I really want to wear are very very naughty, and I'm too chicken shit to do it.

Maybe the appeal of dressing up as a Dominatrix has disappeared since I think I'd enjoy being submissive so much more.

Realistically, I think it's because I have no imagination when it comes to castumes and on Halloween I actually feel boring. I hate that feeling.

What do you think?

Mine.

2006-10-16T19:32:00.000-07:00

You are going to come to me. And when you reach my door you will find a blindfold hanging on the doorknob and the door open a crack. Enter the room, close the door behind you and put on the blindfold. Then wait there quietly for me.

I lead you into the center of the room. “Stand still,” I tell you. “You are my personal playground...and I want to play uninterrupted.”

My hand reaches out and I trail my fingers across your shoulders as I stroll around your body. I start to undress you at my leisure, stroking your muscles, nibbling on your ear, your neck. Pressing my body full length against yours. The feel of your heart pounding in your chest is strong under my hand as I scrape my nails lightly across your nipple.

You feel my breasts against your chest, my nipples hardening as they rub against the hair on your body as I sink to my knees and examine your cock. Looking at it, breathing on it, I touch it lightly, lick it and - no! I won't suck it now...that will be your reward for behaving...if you continue to do so.

It is time for you to work...I lead you over to the couch and sit down.

“On your knees,” I command.

I spread my thighs for you and tell you to get on your knees and use only your mouth to please me, no hands. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can make me cum with only your lips and tongue? I hope you can...for your sake.

Once you have gotten me ready I am going to lay you down and straddle you. Slip that hard cock into my wetness and ride you until I cum. You may not come! Remember...you are MY playground.

If I feel you have behaved well I will reward you. What that reward is will be a surprise...one I know already you will enjoy. But if you misbehave…the punishment will be something I enjoy!

Secret Thoughts

2006-10-13T00:35:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking a lot lately. Too much, I believe. I'm very used to taking things as they are, and seeing things as they're shown to me. I often see beyond what is shown, and I think I've come to take that for granted. I also have just realised a huge truth about myself.

There have been so many times in the past that I've worried that I've done wrong, that I let myself down by giving up on love and going for the sexual relationships I've had. I realized that I often hurt myself by picking to be with men who wanted nothing more than sex from me, and then actually caring for them and doing the complete girly thing by thinking -deep down where I never even admitted it to myself - that maybe I could be the one to change them. Or that maybe the sexual chemistry meant he was "the one". Then I'd fall into the trap of thinking I was only good for sexual relationships, becasue those were all I was good at.

Three times in my life I've actually let myself believe I might've found Him. The one. Two of those times, I was the one to walk away. I was the one to let things go because the intensity of what I felt, so soon, scared me. The third time, the last time, he was the one to walk away. When he did, I worried that it was karmic payback for my not having faith in the first two.

Not one of these times was I ever in love. I've never let myself go that far. These are just the men that stick in my mind as reminders of times when I COULD HAVE had something, but I didn't let myself. Tonight I realized why I didn't actually open myself to them. It seems I am an all or nothing person in this department too.

You see, I've been talking with a friend. A friend who is ten years younger than me, but in the exact same place in her life as I was when I walked away from the first guy. And she's in the same sort of situation with a man right now. I see myself in her, and I see the path I chose so clearly, and I want to tell her to choose the other one.

At the same time as talking to her quite a bit lately, I've been debating the whole "get to know him even if there are no butterflies" thing. The fact that I've decided to try and back away from the stricly lovers type of relationships I've sadly, grown used to, and get to knwo the men I meet in hopes that a relationship will grow. And you know what? I realized that I don't like to get to know them without those butterflies in my tummy simply because, to me, the risk might not be worth the reward. By that I mean, I've realized why I have such a high wall around my heart. Because it is so soft, and so vulnerable.

It's not worth getting hurt if the payoff isn't going to be forever. Or if there is a chance the payoff might not be forever.

I've realised that I can not open up just a little, because opening up a little still opens me up to hurt. And if I keep things as just sexual, I can protect my heart.

The question is, should I protect my heart at the risk of my self esteem, because I do see that staying in strictly sexaul relationshiips is hurting me too. I'm starting to wonder if I'm capable of more...and that hurts too. So, is it better to opne and be hurt by another, or to know that the hurt you feel is caused by your own actions?

Hi All!

2006-10-06T09:29:00.000-07:00

So S.D is away...and I'm going to play!
LOL

To start off today I'm just going to introduce myself... I'm Sasha White, a friend of S.D's and a writer. You can see my latest single title book, BOUND, if you scroll down just a little. And if you want somethign to surf around a bit, check out my website at www.sashawhite.net. If you look through the BOOK section you'll find lots of excerpts to read. :)

It's Friday today, so I'm just saying Hi, but I'll be back with some fun stuff in a couple days!

Have a great weekend!

SD must bid you all adieu...

2006-10-06T07:30:00.000-07:00

But, never fear, 'tis only for a short while.

In the meantime, the intellectually stimulating, infinitely talented and delectably sexy Sasha White will be governing my home for the next couple weeks and I have no doubt you'll enjoy her, I do. And Sasha, my sweet, thank you for not only house sitting for me, but for being a kick ass friend as well. You rock, sweetheart!

Well, I must go, it's almost time for me to take that walk and I have a million things to do first.

'Til we meet again...

I want to watch you...

2006-09-13T08:37:00.000-07:00

Watch, transfixed, as your fingers brush across the satiny smooth skin of your cock, your palm pressing and your fingers wrapping, one by one, around your rigid length.

Watch, enraptured, as your thumb moves back up to softly skim over the glistening bead of precome at the very tip before moving back down to trace the line of your cock.

Watch, tantalized, as your fingers flex and tighten around the straining flesh, enveloping your cock in a heady grip, your hand beginning to leisurely piston.

Watch, bewitched, as your cock glides agilely against palm and fingers in an intimate dance, your grip tightening with every slippery smooth stroke of palm against cock.

Watch, seduced, as rapture begins to overtake you, soft and sweet, your body tensing and your eyes, brilliantly blue, awash with uninhibited ecstasy.

Watch, unabashedly aroused, as your pleasure hits its crescendo and your come begins to jet out in thick steady streams, covering your hand, your chest, your belly.

I want to watch you.

Decadence.

2006-08-23T06:26:00.000-07:00

Author's Note: Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated, I'm not dead, no, my friends, I am, in fact, alive and kicking, well, not literally, kicking that is, but something like that. I still haven't been able to envoke the flighty spirit that is my muse, but I feel her stirring so it's only a matter of time before I have her back exactly where I want her, but in the mean time, here's a little something from the delectably sexy and emphatically talented Sasha White.

"Fans of 9H Weeks will get a delicious thrill from this kinky, titillating tale of dominance and submission, loss of inhibitions and discovery of new experiences. The quirky supporting characters and intriguing casino workplace are the cherry on top of this sinful, decadent delight."

~ Romantic Times Book Reviews on BOUND

BOUND by Sasha White

When I started writing erotica, it was with short stories. After two years of short story writing I tried novellas, and this past month my very first full length novel, BOUND, was released. YAY! There were definitely times when I wondered if I'd bitten off more than I could chew, but I kept at it. And reading blogs like Salacious Desires kept me motivated.

I've recruited SD to write for my eZine, Secret Thoughts, but I'm not sure if I've ever told her that her writing reminds me of my own. Because I love her, and her writing, I wanted to share this small piece that I wrote when I was first starting out.

He is coming to give me my birthday present. He enters my place, locks the door behind him and walks to the living room where I am waiting. He doesn’t greet me with hugs or kisses...just the words. "On your knees".

I drop to my knees and he removes his pants. I start by touching, licking and nibbling around his cock. Then I take it into my mouth and start to suck. He lets me do it my way for a while. His hands stroking my hair softly. Then his fingers tangle in my hair and he starts to thrust into my mouth. Fucking me. Telling me how much he's missed my mouth, and me. He uses my mouth and pulls out to come on my neck and chest.

Now, comes time for my present. He knows how much I've wanted lots of attention, and how patient I've been. He blindfolds me, strips me, restrains my hands and begins to tease. Playing with my body, stroking me, pinching my nipples fondling my breasts. He thinks I've been a bad girl. The way I love to suck cock deserves punishment so he bends me over and spanks me for being the slut I am. I take it. I'll take whatever he wants to give.

Because I take it, he teases me some more. He starts to insert things into my pussy as he spanks me. A dildo, and occasionally thrusts it in and out.

Then, spanking over he lays me out and starts to work on me. I am his plaything. Whatever he wants. Plays with my nipples, my pussy, my ass. He reaches for more toys that are nearby and starts to use them on me...vibrating egg on my clit with his cock thrust in and out of my pussy and I come...but it's not enough for either of us...I'm his. He turns me over again and fucks me from behind...while he's fucking me he slips a finger into my ass and fucks me with it in time with his cock until we both come.

Then he hugs me and I know I can be me with him...

-- Sasha White

Rhapsody.

2006-07-29T12:09:00.000-07:00

My glistening lips are engorged with unsated desire
And my ardor, intensely wanton, burns shamelessly
My hands are teasing, spreading, probing, piercing
As my hips unchastely piston against their brazen exploration
And my fingers, soft and wet from my own desire, press deeper
My inner walls unabashedly enshroud them, molding, melting
As my excitement slowly begins to build, tantalizing me
My eyes shutter closed and my mind begins to reel
As rapture leisurely rolls through me, possessing me
And trapped helplessly in a state of euphoric rhapsody
My body shudders exquisitely as pleasure fully envelops me

Copyright 2006 by S. Desires

SD interrupts...

2006-07-28T07:15:00.000-07:00

Her own "Leave of Abscense" to bring you a few scrumptious links that were just too salacious to go unmentioned...

You know, SD loves her some fun, kinky and downright salacious toys, but honestly, who wouldn't? And on occasion, I'll come across a link to a "sex toy" site that catches my attention. Such is the case with AshleySexToys.com. I spent a bit of time there poking around and thoroughly enjoyed myself in the process.

There is also a blog affiliated with the site that has some deliciously naughty links to all kinds of various salacious material. So go on now, check it out, it'll be fun, I promise.

I also updated my blogroll the other day and added a couple links that you absolutely must go pay a visit...

Angel Brat (who happens to be one of my fellow reviewers for the lovely folks at SCP)

And

Lone Sloan Delirius (which is an intellectually stimulating erotic experience that I feel you must experience)

In other news, I recently did another review for the sinfully delectable Amy of South Coast Pleasure...

With the hot water from the shower brazenly blending with the moisture emanating from my own body, my fingers slid easily through the soft wet lips of my pussy. It was bliss. I closed my eyes and thinking of my lovers tongue sliding softly over my hot, wet, swollen clit I reached for my Mega-Mite with my other hand and turned it on ( one of the fabulous features of my new friend is the ease at which it can be turned on, one handed is absolutely no problem, so if your other hand is busy, no worries). I ran it over my nipples first, enjoying the strong vibrating sensation against the sensitive flesh there and then down over my belly to my inner thigh before moving it up over my fingers to my clit. Eureka. It was incredible, I came and came again, no discomfort, no having to remove my friend because of over sensitivity, just a mind blowing orgasm followed by another with equal fervor. Yummy.

Read the full review here.

And if fate continues to smile on me, I'll have the rest of my reviews done before the weekend is out (and I do so look forward to that--Mmm...), so stay tuned.

"Leave of Abscence"

2006-07-25T11:51:00.000-07:00

Is what I'm taking, ladies and gents, but never fear, it's not a permanent thing, it's a "now" thing. I could come back next month, next week, hell, tomorrow even, I haven't a clue.

There is no one reason why I've decided to go silent for a bit and I'm sure all the nay-sayers of the world will assume that there's some jaded reason hidden behind all the things I'm "not" saying that's brought me to this place, but that isn't the case, not nearly. What is the case, is that my creativity, my imagination and my desire to write have been eluding me as of late and rather than force myself to write something just for the sake of writing, I've decided to take a decompression period. A mini-vacation, if you will.

If you find yourself missing me (heh), you can find me over at Menage a Trois, typically on Tuesdays.

Well, until we meet again, play nice and be wonderful to each other. See you on the flip side.

Friendship, like sunshine enriches the soul...

2006-07-21T06:44:00.000-07:00

If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me...

Author Unknown

It's a rare thing to find a friend with whom I can truly be myself and know in my heart and in my soul, that no matter what facets of myself shine through, I'll be accepted and loved for who I am without question. But I, through fate or blind luck or some magical cosmic alignment, have found such a friend in You

I love you, my gorgeous Nina, more than I could possibly say and I am honored, thankful and more than a bit humbled to be blessed with your love and your friendship. You truly are one of those rare and precious gems.

And though I realize that I'm a mite late, I hope you know in your heart, that yesterday, on that glorious day of your birth, all my hopes, all my wishes, all my dreams and all of my love were focused on you.

Happy Birthday, baby!

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.
Anäis Nin

Resplendence.

2006-07-16T15:25:00.000-07:00

Grass, soft and dewy, tickle the bottoms of my feet as I run my toes through it, enjoying the feel of it against my bare skin, and wispy sheets of rain feather lightly against my exposed flesh; chilling me. But you're there, lying next to me, and the heat radiating off your body chases away the chill before it has a chance to set in. Your hand rests gently against my belly while you idly circle my naval with the very tips of your fingers, and I sigh at the joy your distracted touch brings me.

My gaze is fixed on the pale moon, who's soft light is intensified by the millions of glittering stars helping her illuminate the inky sky over head. But I close my eyes to all that brilliant light when I feel your hand begin to wander lower. Remnants of twinkling stars are like silhouettes against my closed lids, and I sigh softly as your hand slips between my thighs, your fingers moving through the satiny folds of my pussy to find me wet and ready. For you. Always you.

I feel your body shift until the warmth of your tummy is resting comfortably against my side, and your other hand brushes over my cheek softly, your fingers stretching up to trace the curve of my eyebrow. Tenderly. Sweetly.

Those magical fingers of yours that are shamelessly teasing the aching flesh between my legs begin to skim lower, and I part my thighs wider in invitation. Your hand curves over me, your palm pressing insistently against my clit while your fingers slide inside me and I arch up into your touch. You press your palm harder against my clit and push my hips back down as your fingers slide deeper inside me, curving in to rub against the soft slippery flesh inside me. Euphoria. I want you. Every part of me is screaming for you.

My eyes flutter open, searching, and there you are above me, the light of the moon dancing unabashedly around you. It’s somewhat ethereal. Brilliant. Beautiful. Your own eyes move over me, watching your fingers as they continue to trace the lines of my face.

The hand between my legs never falters, your fingers never losing their rhythm, your palm never losing it’s tenure. You know what you’re doing to me--mind, body, soul--and you won’t stop until I‘m on the precipice of madness, immersed in pleasure. And I will be, there is no other choice.

My clit is beating a steady tattoo in time with my heart and the friction of your palm against the sensitive flesh there has a fire burning low in my belly. I’m going to come, it’s only a matter of time.

I reach for you, my hands framing your face and pull you down until your mouth is flush with mine. I need you to kiss me. I need to feel your tongue sliding against mine when my body surrenders itself to you. And you do. Your lips press against mine, your tongue parting them to slip inside and tangle with mine. Resplendent.

And it’s there, that soft, sweet pull at the center of my core, it beckons me and I can not deny it. I can not deny you. I look up, our eyes meeting and I can’t help but drown in the beautiful sea of blue that envelops me. I bring my thighs together, closing them around your hand and trap your fingers inside me as I wantonly give myself over to the pleasure you’ve invoked within me.

SD's lack of creativity abounds...

2006-07-10T19:52:00.000-07:00

Since I appear to be completely lacking when it comes to creativity and imagination lately, I've gone and stolen this quiz thing from Dane. And one day, one bright, beautiful day, I shall write again, but sadly, today is not that day. Mores the pity on that one, I say. Anyhow, enjoy.

How Freaky Are You? (In case you're wondering, ah, not very)

Instructions:

Copy this entire list into your blog/journal. BOLD everything about you that is true. Leave plain anything that is false about you. Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.

I am bi-sexual.
My spouse or lover is aware of my orientation.
My spouse or lover has watched me have sex with someone of my gender. *
I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone else during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
I masturbate more than once per day. (Well, maybe on occasion, like say, yesterday)
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I enjoy watching others having sex or being watched during sex.
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on.
I have had sex with two different individuals (at seperate times) during the course of one day.
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped wax onto a lover's body.
I have had a lover drop wax on my body.
I have a foot/sock/shoe fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
Watching someone urinate (or being watched while urinating) is a turn-on.
I have had sex in a vehicle.
I have had sex while driving a vehicle.
I have been to a sex club or bathhouse.
I like being choked during sex.
My lovers would describe me as kinky. (I suppose, on occasion)
I shave (or trim) the hair on or around my genitals.
The smell of my lover's sweat turns me on. (Eh, depends)
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.
Dirty talk during sex turns me on.
I enjoy pornographic magazines.
I have a collection of porno movies.
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I regularly look at porn sites on the internet.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on. (No more than any other)
I would participate in sex research if given the opportunity.
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.
I have had sex under water.
I have had sex outdoors.
I have had sex in a public place or where I might have been discovered.
I have had sex in a bathroom stall. * (Sounds strangely interesting)
I have had sex in the snow.
I am or have been in a polyamorous relationship.
I have participated in three-ways or orgies. *
I have to have music playing during sex.
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift.
I have set up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.
All day I dream about sex.* (But that'd sure as hell be fun, yes?)

White Hot.

2006-07-04T08:38:00.000-07:00

About a week ago the delectable sexy Sasha did a post on "Secret Fantasies" (for purely educational purposes I'm sure--*wink*) and since mine was a bit different than my "typical" fantasies that I post here, I decided to send it to her privately, but then the equally delectable Beth insinuated that I, SD, am a tease for not sharing. A tease? Moi? Surely she jests, right? LOL.

Well, since Beth did in fact buck up and share a couple of her "Secret Fantasies" (as well as a HOT scene from, 'The Outlaws Virgin', one of her scrumptious tales), I figure it's only fair that I do the same...

So without further ado, the "Secret Fantasy" that makes my blood pressure spike, my heartbeat flutter and my pussy ache deliciously (what a fantastic combo--sigh)...

I want him to fuck you. I want to see your eyes, the sharp blue of yours blending into the soft green of mine, as he slides into you, seconds after you've slid into me. From me to you to him--joined, like the pieces of some haphazard jigsaw puzzle.

I want to press my knees into your hips and hold you inside me, knowing that every push and pull of your cock within my body is controlled by the rhythm of his thrusts within yours.

I want to feel his fingers slide over and around my knees, holding them steady against your hips, but that's all I want from him. I don't need his touch, only yours--your hands, your mouth, your cock manipulating my body as he manipulates yours.

I want to feel your pleasure, absorb it as if it were my own, from him to you to me, and when he makes you come inside me, I want you to lean into me and bury your face in my neck. And with your forehead pressed against my neck, your breath fluttering against my collar bone and your cock pulsing inside me, your pleasure will spark my own and then his until we're nothing more than a white hot ball of sensations shamelessly unraveling until there is nothing left but mindless pleasure.

Come here, I want to tell you a secret...

2006-06-26T06:12:00.000-07:00

Fun, Erotic and Sexy "SECRET THOUGHTS" electronic magazine includes Free Reads, story excerpts, and news! Never miss the newest issue online!

Care to guess who's playing in the July 2006 issue? Go ahead guess...

So go on now, subscribe and join me for some fun. And it will be fun, trust me, you'll like it, I promise...

Checkmate--Game Over (Asexual Post).

2006-06-22T12:05:00.000-07:00

Jealousy: Hostility toward a rival or one believed to enjoy an advantage.

I've always hated that word, it's ugly and pointless, but alas, it happens to be a part of almost every persons vocabulary and there isn't a bloody thing I can do about that, is there? No, there isn't.

But what I can do is address the issues some maniacal, narcissistic, egotistical and I suspect psychotic person and/or persons have with that rather childish emotion in regards to myself, my blog(s) and those whom I love.

People who have a predilection for playing God annoy me, they really do. Why? Because us mere mortals always end up caught in the crossfire, shoveling shit that isn't ours to shovel and some poor unsuspecting and blissfully innocent soul always ends up getting hurt because someone decided their ego needed a bit of a stroking. Pardon my language, but fuck that.

I sat back and watched while some asshole parodied blogs and compromised peoples real life identities because apparently their goodies just weren't enough to fill the cookie jar and they weren't having that shit. Well, guess what? That's life--deal! You don't go trying to fuck up other peoples "real" lives and chase them off the internet because you're apparently not as good a fuck as you thought you were. You don't own the fucking internet for fucks sake--no one does. Really, who the fuck do some people think they are? Anonymity as far as blogging goes, especially sex blogging, is a personal choice and I imagine there are a vast amount of reasons people do it. For me, it's not a personal need to protect my identity, but more of an "it's more mysterious" thing. If my anonymity were blown today it wouldn't affect me one way or the other, I have nothing to hide, most, if not all, of my family and friends know that this blog exists (most have the URL) and pretty much all of them know about my relationship with Dane. But it's not like that for everyone and for someone to take it upon themselves to start "outing" people because it feeds their God complex is disgusting.

And now, after enduring that disgusting display of narcissism, I have to sit back and watch some "anonymous" commenter go around spreading their ignorance in some childish smear campaign they've launched out of envy or spite or any other number of bullshit issues against ménage à trois and the women affiliated (myself included) with that blog.

Sorry, folks, not this time. I refuse to sit back and watch this time around, I'm jumping in head first and sink or swim, no more bullshit games, no more playing God and no more jealous attacks of insecurity launched our way.

You wanna play, let's play.

Come with us...

2006-06-14T00:00:00.000-07:00

...to a magical place.

A place where secrets are told and dreams unfold, where love and laughter and light abound and all women are beautiful.

Come, let us envelop you in the warm blanket of our femininity as we surrender up our mysteries and bare our souls...

ménage à trois

Come, join us...

Anticipation: Part II...

2006-06-04T16:22:00.000-07:00

To softly rub my cheeks and my chin and my lips against the velvety skin of your cock. So hot and so impossibly hard. Knowing that when I do, I won't be able to stop my hands from coming up to wrap around all that hot, hard, velvety skin. Loving you. Learning you. Knowing you.

To lightly run my fingers from base to tip, stopping to trace the tiny eye with the very tip of my finger before moving back down, transfixed by the rhythmic beat of your cock as my fingers move over your skin. Knowing that when I do, I won't be able to stop myself from leaning into you, my tongue stretching out to trace the pattern my fingers just made.

To slide my tongue unabashedly up, down, over and around the rigid length of your cock in long wide strokes, soft feathery caresses, light teasing flicks, feeling the beat of your pulse; a steady tattoo against my tongue. Knowing that when I do, I won't be able to stop my hand from slipping in between my own thighs to press wantonly against my aching pussy.

To take you, inch by divine inch, into my mouth until I can take no more. Filled. Completely. Joined. Intimately. Your cock blending into my mouth until it is impossible to tell where I begin and you end. Connected. Knowing that when I do, I won't have the will to stop my own fingers from pressing deep inside myself.

To wrap my hand tightly around the base of your shaft while I continue to make love to you with my mouth, waiting, longing, needing you to come apart, to come. For me. Knowing that when you do, my own surrender of self--mind, body, soul--will begin... powerful, raw, uninhibited and pure, solidifying the bond of love and trust, lust and passion, want and need which connects us.

Anticipation...

2006-05-31T11:31:00.000-07:00

To feel your soft wet tongue slide over my hot, aching, slippery flesh. Exploring me. Softly. Slowly. Teasingly. Knowing that when you do, I won't be able to stop my hips from arching up to press against your tongue. Wanting. Needing. More.

To feel your fingers dig into the soft skin of my hips, pressing me back down against the bed while you begin to explore me with lips, teeth and tongue. Knowing that when you do, I'll have to bite down on my own tongue to fight the urge to arch back up into your mouth.

To feel your teeth scrape over my clit as your tongue explores my delicate lips before moving down to press in to me, to make love to me. Knowing that when you do, I won't be able to stop my thighs from trying to press together, trapping you there, your mouth pressed against my throbbing pussy.

To feel your fingers flex against my skin before digging back in to force my thighs apart, your tongue moving up to replace your teeth on my clit. Knowing that when you do, that delicious tingling sensation coursing through my body will continue to grow until I'm mindless of anything but you and the pleasure you bring me. No inhibitions. No holding back.

To feel your lips, teeth and tongue command my body, own it, make it yours. I want it to be yours. Knowing that when you do, I won't be able to stop myself from coming apart, from coming. For you.

Fifty Words.

2006-05-27T22:32:00.000-07:00

The moist warmth emanating from your mouth flutters against my skin, teasing me. You move up my body, never touching skin to skin, just your breath, a soft whisper against my sensitive flesh, until your mouth hovers inches from my aching cunt. God, please, I want your mouth on me.

I've Never...

2006-05-27T08:57:00.000-07:00

I borrowed this meme from AAG because, well, I'm more than a little bored, I rather enjoyed reading hers and my mind is being a mite stubborn at the moment.

The ones that are TRUE for me are in Purple...

I’ve Never French-Kissed A Member Of The Opposite Sex.

I’ve Never French-Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex.

I've Never Had Sex With A Member Of The Opposite Sex.

I've Never Had Sex With A Member Of The Same Sex.

I’ve Never Had A Threesome.

I’ve Never Been In Love.

I’ve Never Had Sex In A Public Place.

I’ve Never Had Group Intercourse.

I’ve Never Been Spanked.

I’ve Never Been Tied Up.

I’ve Never Regretted Having Sex With Someone.

I’ve Never Made Out With A Stranger.

I’ve Never Gone On A Blind Date.

I’ve Never Had A Crush On A Teacher or Professor.

I’ve Never Slept With A Co-Worker.

I’ve Never Had Sex At The Office.

I’ve Never Been Married.

I’ve Never Been Divorced.

I’ve Never Had Sex With More Than One Person Within The Same Week.

I’ve Never Posed Nude.

I've Never Watched Porn.

I’ve Never Gotten Someone Drunk Just To Have Sex With Them.

I’ve Never Received Scars From My Sex Partner.

I’ve Never Had Sex At A Friend’s House While They Were Throwing A Party.

I’ve Never Had Sex In A Dressing Room.

I’ve Never Flashed Anyone.

I’ve Never Met Anyone From Online.

I've Never Cheated On My Significant Other.

I've Never Masturbated.

I've Never Used A Sex Toy On Myself.

I've Never Used A Sex Toy On Someone Else.

I've Never Danced On A Table Or Bar.

I've Never Strip-Teased For Anyone.

I've Never Received A Rim Job.

I've Never Given A Rim Job.

I've Never Received A Hand Job.

I've Never Given A Hand Job.

I've Never Had Sex In A Hammock.

I've Never Performed Oral Sex.

I've Never Received Oral Sex.

I've Never Had Anal Sex.

I've Never Had Sex involving a strap-on.

I've Never Given/Received A Golden Shower.

I've Never Had Sex With Someone While Fantasizing About Having Sex With
Someone Else.

I've Never Had A Sex Dream.

I've Never Had An Orgasm By Myself.

I've Never Had An Orgasm With/By Someone Else.

I've Never Had Phone Sex.

I've Never Had Cyber Sex.

I've Never Role-Played.

I've Never Played Strip Poker.

Completely asexual post (sorry)...

2006-05-24T15:34:00.000-07:00

Last night, while SD was off in that wonderful world of dreams (and it is wonderful--trust me), my stat counter passed the 100,000 mark and I though that was cool, fantastic even. Really, I did.

So, thanks! You're all fabulous! Really, you are.

And soon, my gorgeous Nina, I promise.

Touch me.

2006-05-19T07:28:00.000-07:00

Please, God, just touch me. I need you to touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.

Hard and rough and demanding. Don't treat me like I'm fragile, I'm not. I need you to use me. For your pleasure, for mine. Ours. Make me yours, I need to be yours.

Your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your teeth on my breast, on my belly, on my thighs, on my cunt. Your fingers tangled in my hair, digging into my flesh, piercing me, manipulating my body, making me burn, making me ache. Your cock in my mouth, between my breasts, in my cunt.

All of you, every divine inch. On me. In me. Anywhere. Everywhere.

I need you.

Oh, how time flies...

2006-05-10T12:12:00.000-07:00

When I started “Salacious Desires”--a year ago this month, can you believe that? Time sure flies when you’re having fun (and well, even when you’re not)--my reasons were vast, my intentions were good and my situation was, for lack of a better phrase, complexly simple. And for the most part, it still is. Sure, there have been changes--some good, some bad--in me, in my life, in my marriage--pretty much everywhere--and if I’m being honest, I’m not sorry for any of those changes, even the ones that hurt my heart. Why? Because life, while fascinating and wonderful, isn’t all starlight and moonbeams and it certainly isn’t a walk in the park, it’s tragic and blissful and somber and playful and dispiriting and thrilling--it’s a roller coaster of emotions I want to ride again and again and again, so how can I be sorry for taking that ride, even when it hurts? I can‘t.

But as “Salacious Desires” moves out of its first year and into its second, I don’t want to talk about the changes--good or bad--this year has brought me because some are entirely too personal to recount here and some I’ve already brought to light. So instead of hashing and rehashing all the changes, discoveries, memories and milestones that have occurred in my life since I started this blog, I’ve decided to do something a bit different.

So to commemorate the birth of “Salacious Desires”, I give you 50 things (in no particular order, meaning, I‘m all over the place, but that‘s me--scatterbrained) about SD that you probably don’t know and more than likely could have gone the rest of your life without knowing.

Enjoy.

~*~

1. I was born under the astrological sign Leo--a fixed, fire sign ruled by the sun. I can, in typical Leo fashion, be very stubborn, ridiculously lazy, overly dramatic and insufferably arrogant. But I can be warm, gentle, loving and loyal too.

2. I share my birthday with Percy Bysshe Shelley, who wrote "Love's Philosophy", one of my favorite poems.

3. The year? Well, I'm not sharing, a girl's gotta have some secrets, yes? But I imagine I'm either younger or older than you think. Anyone care to guess?

4. Because there's some slight confusion as to my "status", I am still married, but we are and have been separated for quite some time.

5. And yes, my husband knows about my relationship with Dane--there are no secrets, lies or deception between any of us.

6. I have one child of the male species, who happens to be the love of my life. And though, when I was younger, I wanted a whole houseful of happy little children, I do believe I've changed my mind.

7. I hate the sun, but I love the beach, hence the reason I typically only go there at night. Besides, it's so much more enchanting to gaze at the stars twinkling overhead as the heady scent of the ocean intoxicates me and the soft, almost sultry sound of the surf kisses the shore. Sigh.

8. I have an odd affection for wind chimes, which makes absolutely no sense because in the middle of the night, when they get to chiming madly, they keep me awake. But no matter, I think they're beautiful.

9. I love sunflowers, lots and lots of sunflowers. And lilies. And purple roses.

10. I love to read all kinds of things, but I'm a sucker for a good romance or a nail biting murder mystery.

11. I don't do mornings. Seriously. I detest them--the birds chirping, the sun slipping through the slats on the curtains, blah, blah, blah... Ugh. No thanks.

12. My favorite color is emerald green, but baby blue does it for me too.

13. And I don't particularly look good in either of those colors, earth tones are more my style.

14. I'm blonde--everywhere, from top to bottom.

15. And I love it because when I get lazy (which is often) and neglect to shave my legs, no ones the wiser.

16. I'm addicted to coffee--I can't live without it.

17. I can't cook.

18. But I can bake with the best of them. Anybody want some cookies? Or perhaps you'd like some brownies? A cake? No problem.

19. I lost my virginity in the front seat of a Buick Century when I was a naïve 16 year old girl and it was the messiest, most awkward, anticlimactic experience of my life.

20. I stayed with my 1st lover until I was 18 and the poor boy never did figure out how to make me come, not for lack of trying though.

21. Nor did my 2nd, 3rd, 5th and 6th lovers. No orgasms for SD (well, none that weren’t self-induced). Sucked to be me.

22. My 4th lover (who happens to be the man I ended up marrying) is, to date, the only man who has been able to physically make me come.

(Pop Quiz: Let’s see who was paying attention… How many lovers (of the male species) has SD had?)

23. But Dane, my love, has made me come (soft, hard, intense, toe curling, sheet grabbing, hip arching orgasms) countless times and he’s yet to physically touch me. Sigh. The mind can be a powerful thing.

24. I have been intimate with a woman, only once, but it was one of the most sensual sexual experiences I’ve had. I absolutely must do it again sometime and I know just the woman I’d love to help me out with that.

25. I’ve never had a threesome of any kind (not in reality anyway), and mores the pity on that because it looks like it’d be great fun.

26. But I did graciously lend my mouth to this lovely lady who thought it’d be a cool idea if we simultaneously blew her boyfriend. And that was great fun.

27. I love being taken from behind, it’s one of my favorite positions, and for reasons that elude me, it seriously turns me on if you (lightly) spank me while you‘re doing it.

28. I have a slightly odd penchant for hot candle wax too. I dunno?

29. I’m short, annoyingly so.

30. My eyes are hazel, but they tend to stay more towards the green side of the color spectrum.

31. I love my feet, seriously, I do. They’re tiny and cute and look great in flip flops or sandals or nothing.

32. And I absolutely love having my toes sucked (don’t ask, I have no clue).

33. Oh, and having my hair pulled, but not hard--softly, gently… yes, just like that. Mmm.

34. I have a filthy, nasty, dirty mouth and while I know it’s not ladylike, I don’t particularly care.

35. I’m somewhat boisterous during sex, but I’m not a talker more of a moaner.

36. I love to sing, but since I can’t sing without damaging peoples sensitive ears, I typically keep it to showers and solo car rides.

37. I cry noisy, loud and often, it’s a wonderful stress reliever.

38. My taste in music is wide and varied, but lately I’ve been stuck on these sappy, overly sentimental love songs.

39. And this would be because as jaded as I like to insinuate I am, I’m really just a hopeless romantic.

40. I’m more than a little obsessed with greeting cards--I love the damn things. I popped into Hallmark last weekend to pick up a card for my mom, my sister and Dane’s wife and what should have been a simple, fairly quick card run turned into and hour and a half of “Oohing and Aahing” over a bunch of sappy cards.

41. And bookmarks too. I have so many bookmarks, I could open up my own damn store, but it’s not my fault really, I mean, if they wouldn’t make the silly things so bloody cute, I wouldn’t be tempted to buy them.

42. I adore glittery things--lip gloss, body lotion, shower gel, body spray, the list goes on…

43. I hate (hate, hate, hate) beer, but I love (love, love, love) mixed drinks (particularly Midori Sours). YUM.

44. And since I can’t hold my alcohol for shit, I get a bit lax with my inhibitions and my mouth when I’ve had more than a couple drinks. And I swear, alcohol’s better than truth serum.

45. I’m a Democrat, but in conversation, I avoid sticky (or more accurately most) political issues because when it comes to politics people are all over the map and if your belief, opinion (what have you) is so far OFF the map that it annoys me, I tend to get bitchy about it.

46. When I was itty bitty, I wanted to be a nurse and then a teacher and then an actress and then a writer, but ironically, I’m non of the above.

47. What I am (as unexciting as it is) is an administrative assistant. Yee Haw.

48. I love blue eyes, they’re so beautiful and bewitching, they make me melt.

49. I’m a snuggler. I love to hold and be held.

50. And making out is, by far, my favorite thing to do. If done right, I could spend hours (literally) losing myself in a kiss. It’s so yummy and good.

~*~

So there you have it. And if I inadvertently skipped a number or miscounted, no problems, we’ll just blame it on the fact that I’m blonde AND scatterbrained.

Before I wrap this up, I’d like to say thanks to all of you who pass through here daily (whether you ever choose to speak up or are more comfortable to simply lurk) for sticking with me because without you, I’d just be talking to myself and what fun is that? You’re all super-fantastic!

And Dane, whom I love so very very much (you know, back in September, I told him that I wasn't "in love" with him, but (and I wouldn't blame him if he wanted to take a leaping run in the other direction), I can't say that anymore--I am) and is, without question, one of the best friends I’ve ever had and Jeff, my sweet sweet friend, who’s been there for me selflessly through both good and bad times without fail and Nina, who is not only unabashedly sexy, but is one kickass friend as well. I love the three of you emphatically. I truly do. Thank you for everything.

Alright, enough with the sappy stuff, I’m out.

Hmm.

2006-05-04T11:45:00.000-07:00

I don't ususally post horoscopes (although I will confess to reading mine daily (I have it e-mailed to me--oh, be quiet) because it's usually so out there it gives me a giggle), but I rather loved the top half of todays predictions (yes, very much so), so I thought I'd share.

May 4th 2006

Some unexpected but welcome communications could come your way, [...my name deleted to protect the innocent...], through fax, email, cell phone, or other tools of recent technology - probably from either a lover or a close friend. Planning for a pleasant and exciting journey by air is indicated. Today, you relate well to others; friendships grow closer, romantic relationships more intimate. Someone close to you could even move into your neighborhood. Tonight: Plan a small gathering. You'll enjoy it!

Starry Night...

2006-04-24T08:24:00.000-07:00

To be able to lie with you under a blanket of glittering stars, flesh against flesh--naked and soft and sated. Your hand in my hair, your fingers pressing gently against my scalp as my cheek rests against your chest, the beat of your heart like a whisper echoing softly in my ear.

For that, I would give more than you know.

(Note: The image is Vincent Van Vogh's "Starry Night".)

Sunrise, huh? Not what I woud've guessed.

2006-04-22T10:13:00.000-07:00

I keep stealing these quizzes from Sasha because well, I love silly little quizzes like this and more importantly, I haven't written anything worth anything in a couple weeks. I'm having issues at the moment, but I'll post something original soon, I've already started, I just need to finish.

In the meantime...

You Are Sunrise

You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary.

You are a person of reflection and meditation.

You start and end every day by looking inward.

Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts.

All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.

What Time Of Day Are You?

I love the stars...

2006-04-21T10:22:00.000-07:00

...and because I do love them so and I love him, I gave my love his own star awhile back...

Which Tarot Card Are You?

You are the Star card. The Star is the light of hope. Shining in the night, sending light into darkness, the stars provide direction to sailors and are a field on which to dream. Humanity used to look up at the sky and desire to be there, to find out what it all meant, and now we have been a distance into space and have elementary ideas of the makeup of all the different stars. This kind of achievement adds further fuel to our hopes. The eternal, slow-moving stars that will be long shining past the end of our own existence provide hope of immortality, and the vast space they suggest and the very mystery they hold provide us with excitement and knowledge yet to be discovered. Image from: Danielle Sylvie Taylor http://members.limitless.org/~morpheum/gallery.html
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Tag, I'm it!

2006-04-17T10:31:00.000-07:00

You know, I never really liked tag when I was a kid. Hmm, wonder why?

Anyhow, Dane tagged me with this meme and because I love him ridiculously, I've decided to be a good girl and ignore the temptation to pretend like I didn't see it.

This meme was "originated" by SupaMum, and here are the rules: I ask a question and who I tag answers the question and then answers my question and thereby tagging other people and asking them a question. The question can be anything. And it can cause a thread conversation.

Dane's question: Who was the first celebrity/famous person that you ever had a fantasy (however innocent or dirty) about?

Jack Wagner--I had some rather lovely fantasies (some innocent, some dirty) about being Frisco's Felicia on General Hospital.

My Question: If you were given the opportunity to go back in time and completely change, slightly alter or otherwise delete one choice, decision or action you made that had a negative impact on the rest of your life, would you take it?

As for me, no, I wouldn't. Everything that's happened in my life--good, bad or otherwise--was meant to happen and to go back and change just one thing, no matter how small, would alter the course my life has taken and who's to say it'd be for the better? Nobody. It's a gamble and one I don't feel is worth the risk.

In regular SD fashion, no tags. If you want to answer the question in my comments or on your own blog, have at it and if you don't, that's cool too.

Sweet Surrender.

2006-04-11T20:37:00.000-07:00

As promised...

Another piece from the archives of my salacious mind, written for Dane some time in my not so distant past. Enjoy.

My back is pressed firmly against the wall, and your body is pressed firmly against mine, trapping me. You lean down and lightly rub your lips against mine before gently nipping at my bottom lip, your teeth scraping over the soft flesh as you pull it into your mouth.

I can feel a thundering begin in my loins as the desire--a desire you’ve evoked in me--slowly seeps through my veins.

"God." I breathe against your lips.

You reach in between us and slowly pull at the tie of my robe, tugging until it falls open, exposing me. You run your hands up over my breasts and then back down over my stomach, sliding down to slip one hand between my legs, cupping me.

"Please..." I moan into your mouth.

"Please, what?" You ask, running your fingers between the warm, wet folds of my pussy.

Your lips leave my mouth, moving down, you begin to trace the line between my jaw and my neck with the tip of your tongue.

"God, I want..." I drop my head back against the door as your fingers continue to slide over my aching flesh.

"What? What do you want?" You press a finger into me and I bite down hard on my lip, "This?" You bring your thumb up to brush across my clit, "Or is it this?"

My body is on fire. Sensations overlap sensations. I need...

"Fuck, please..."

"What, baby? Tell me what you want."

You press another finger into me and begin to methodically thrust them in and out of me.

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

You crouch down, sliding your tongue over my skin and stop to circle my nipple with the very tip, "Tell me."

"No, I..."

You pull my nipple into your mouth, trapping it between your teeth and begin to ruthlessly flick it with your tongue.

"Yes. You. Can."

You release my nipple and drag your tongue down across my belly, stopping to dip it into my belly button.

"Baby..."

You pull your fingers out of me and bring your other hand up to help spread my lips.

"Tell me."

You lean forward and stroke my clit with your tongue. Softly. Slowly.

I grab your shoulders for support and clutch your shirt tightly in my fists as my hips buck forward and you pull my clit into your mouth.

"Fuck."

You suck hard on my clit, destroying me with your lips, with your teeth, with your tongue, "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck, baby. You... ."

You pull back slightly and swirl your tongue around my clit again, teasing me, and your fingers dip back down, finding me. You push them back into me and I begin to languorously rock my hips, riding your fingers.

Oh, how you slay me. Everything inside of me clutches, a white hot ball of need longing to unravel.

"Fuck, I need..."

You curve your fingers inside me, brushing them against my walls and I feel myself begin to unravel.

I slide down the wall, your fingers still inside me and you capture my lips, your tongue snaking in to tangle with mine. And God, I can taste myself in your mouth.

I reach for you, quickly pushing your pants down over your hips and grasp your cock in my hand, deftly stroking. Your fingers slip from me and I urge you to your feet, your cock still snug in my hand.

I push you back against the wall, inching forward on my knees and lean in, taking you into my mouth. Your hands slip into my hair and I take you in further. I moan because you feel so good in my mouth and the vibration against your cock has your hips pressing forward. My hand is still wrapped firmly around the base and I slide my mouth back up the length of your cock, stopping to twirl my tongue around the tip before moving back down to drag my tongue from tip to base. Your cock slides smoothly in and out of my mouth and I tighten my hand around the base of your shaft and begin to pump, my hand brushing against my lips with every stroke.

I lift my eyes to look at you and I see you watching me as I make love to you with my mouth. I lower my eyes and watch transfixed as your cock slides between my parted lips.

You gently tug on my hair and my eyes meet yours again. "Come here."

You begin to pull me up and I reluctantly release my grip on your cock. Our bodies rub together on the way up and it feels splendid. I slide my hands up under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head before dipping back down to drag the flat of my tongue across your nipple.

I feel your hands settle beneath my ass and I run my lips up your chest, settling into the crook of your neck as you lift me and turn to press my back against the wall. I feel the head of your cock press against my entrance and I wrap my legs around your waist, digging my feet into your back as I thrust my hips down trying to take you inside me.

"Please." I whisper against your neck and you press forward, burying yourself inside me.

You pull back and press forward, over and over again, your cock sliding in and out of me.

"God, you feel good."

And you do. God, you do.

Your thrusts quicken as you set a punishing rhythm and I'm powerless to do anything but hang on and enjoy the ride.

And I do, oh, I do.

That soft, sweet tug at the center of my core begins to spread, beckoning me and I shamelessly surrender to it. My muscles clamp down, gripping your cock tightly as I come and with a couple more thrusts you follow me down the path toward your own sweet surrender.

For Nina...

2006-04-11T16:56:00.000-07:00

...because she misses me. And I miss her too.

And I'm sorry I've disappeared for a spell, but I've not been feeling myself. But that aside, I do intend to post something later tonight. Promise.

Vulnerability...

2006-04-04T12:15:00.000-07:00

...in my opinion, is a two sided coin.

On the one side, you've got people who have absolutely no concept how difficult it is to push past that wall of vulnerability your waning sense of self confidence has erected and put yourself out there, be it emotionally or physically, when it would be just as easy to hide behind that wall for fear of emotional injury, whether it be rejection or an off-handed comment that may or may not be innocently given, but is none the less hurtful. And on the other side, you've got those people who understand perfectly how very hard it is because they live their lives behind that wall and the mere thought of stepping out from behind it leaves their palms sweaty and their hearts racing. I typically fall into the latter of those two sides.

In my last post Freya commented that, "We can be our own worst critics, can't we?" And there are no truer words. I know that I am, without question, my own worst critic in everything I do, from writing all the way down to the image that stares back at me in the mirror.

The lovely Freya also said, "We have to love ourselves first, which is so difficult in a world where the idea is virtually unobtainable by all but the slimmest margin of woman." And she's absolutely right, as is the delectable Nina who said, "All of us are forced to be so self critical of our beautiful bodies because society has decided that a woman is not attractive unless she looks like some mans vision of the perfect female specimen."

With those odds, it's hard not to be our own worst critics and harder still to move past that wall of vulnerability we've erected, but yet there are those of us who occasionally throw caution to the wind and step out from behind that wall. And it's those who humble me because I understand the risks.

I don't kid myself into thinking that the things I write or the feelings I express here will touch or move everyone who passes through here on a daily basis, I imagine a good amount of people skim through my words and move onto the next blog or site without feeling anything at all, but when something I've written does touch someone to the point that they feel confident enough to step out from behind their own personal wall, it's an incredible feeling.

With that thought in mind, and her permission, of course, I'd like to share an e-mail I recieved from Amy of South Coast Pleasure yesterday...

SD,

Your vulnerability moved me. Your photograph touched me. I am not Gay or Lesbian. I am not a writer either. I feel that sensuality is neither male/female or straight/gay. It just is. So here I am returning to you a bit of my vulnerability.

Fingers. Fingers that gently lift the fabric of your gown to reveal the luscious area of desire.

Fingers. Fingers that gently press against the flatness of your tummy, the center, the beginning, oh, the softness of your skin.

Fingers. Fingers that point down, down, down urging, wanting, needing to touch more.

Fingers, my fingers reach, touch to explore, drawn by the power of your beautiful sexuality.

Fingers, my fingers flirt with the silky black material that separates my touch from the soft warm home of your womaness.

Fingers, fingers that find their way to the depths of your physical sensuality. Deep, inside, warm, wet, moving, throbbing, thrusting, orgasmic.

Fingers.

I found this incredibly beautiful. Not only that she'd share such a personal piece of herself with me, but because allowing some of my own vulnerability to slip through allowed her to share some of her own vulnerability with me as well, and now with you.

Thank you, Amy.

And though I've already told her this, I think it merits mentioning here--you don't have to be a writer to write, you just have to feel and as long as anything you write is written with feeling, there's beauty in it.

Last but certainly not least, I want to say thank you to everyone who left a comment on my last post.

OdalisqueK--I think you look fine too, sweetheart.

Nina--Size is no matter, I'll take a handful of your luscious flesh any day. And you know that I find you exquisite and oh so beautiful, don't you?

AAG--I think you're gorgeous too. Sincerely, I do.

Dane--I try not to care what others think of my physical self and with a good amount of people, I don't particularly, but because I love you, I do care what you think. Always. Thank you, darling.

Freya--As are you, gorgeous! And I'll echo your sentiment, I said so. So it must be true.

Jeff--That is such a beautiful quote you left in my comments and I thank you for adding it, my friend! And that lovely gift you gave Dane and I on your blog last night made me weepy (a good weepy). You are a prince and I adore you, you know?

Sasha--Yes, I do believe you have a point! And you're a sexy temptress yourself, sweetness, you truly are.

Be gentle with me, it's my first time...

2006-04-01T20:16:00.000-08:00

My ex-roommate (her and I no longer share living space but are still the best of friends) likes to taunt and tease me mercilessly because, as she puts it, I’m too insecure with my body to reveal or exhibit myself, which she thinks is silly because while I am a big girl, I’m not an unattractive one. I object to her taunts as I’ve posted a picture of my breasts twice, but as much as I object, in a very real way, she’s right. I admit it, I hate the way I look. And not liking the way you look breeds insecurity, it’s a vicious cycle, but one I’m fairly sure many women go through at various times in their life.

If I looked as she does...

There certainly wouldn’t be a problem. But sadly, the gods of shapeliness haven’t been that kind to me. Mores the pity, but what am I going to do?

Anyhow, since she vehemently insists that I’m too insecure to post a picture of myself that I feel would leave me vulnerable to negative criticism, I’m hellbent on proving her wrong (the bitch).

So because she said I wouldn’t do it--this is me, it’s only a small part of me, mind you, but it is the part of me that I’m most insecure about.

And I want to say that as a bigger than average woman, I know how hard it is to put yourself out there for fear of insults or worse rejection, but honestly, some of the most beautiful women I’ve met are women that, by most, would be considered overweight. Big can absolutely be beautiful, and I have the utmost respect for those women who know and embrace that. And even bigger respect for men who do.

Bound.

2006-03-29T11:28:00.000-08:00

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.

Remember...

2006-03-28T10:21:00.000-08:00

...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.

Reminiscing...

2006-03-28T10:15:00.000-08:00

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.

SD Interrupts your regularly scheduled programming...

2006-03-24T09:24:00.000-08:00

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.

Review: South Coast Pleasure.

2006-03-20T09:46:00.000-08:00

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.

In honor of...

2006-03-18T19:14:00.000-08:00

... 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.

One Day...

2006-03-18T13:54:00.000-08:00

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~

Benevolent Idealist

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

Blogger...

2006-03-17T10:50:00.000-08:00

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?

Thinking of You.

2006-03-12T19:01:00.000-08:00

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.

Walking through your Zen garden

2006-03-08T08:24:00.000-08:00

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...

You wanna stick what? Where?

2006-03-02T12:09:00.000-08:00

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.

It's all about ME!

2006-02-28T07:30:00.000-08:00

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.

Do You...

2006-02-26T18:12:00.000-08:00

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.

Takin' it back to da old school...

2006-02-20T21:30:00.000-08:00

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.

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

2006-02-17T13:12:00.000-08:00

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.

For a Prince and his Princess...

2006-02-17T12:05:00.000-08:00

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.

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

2006-02-16T12:01:00.000-08:00

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).

From My Jaded Heart To Yours...

2006-02-14T09:37:00.000-08:00

"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.

As promised...

2006-02-10T08:45:00.000-08:00

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?

50 + 150 = 200 (Words).

2006-02-07T08:36:00.000-08:00

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...

The #1 Way to Wear Out Your Welcome.

2006-02-03T21:25:00.000-08:00

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.

50 + 100 = 150 (Words).

2006-02-01T14:00:00.000-08:00

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.

50 + 50 = 100 (Words).

2006-01-29T20:28:00.000-08:00

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.

50 Words.

2006-01-25T07:18:00.000-08:00

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.

SD's living it up in the Realm...

2006-01-22T17:15:00.000-08:00

Well, ladies and gents, I've gone and run off with that gorgeous creature, known to you fine folks as The Queen. And really, who could blame me?

So come on over all, and pay us a visit. We promise not to bite, unless of course, we do.

P.S. I've had quite a few very flattering compliments on my lips, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. So thanks.

Internet Stalkers...

2006-01-20T07:44:00.000-08:00

They're a rancid bunch, aren't they?

But unfortunately for all of us, they are out there. And the sad scary fact is that with little more than a tap of the keys, and a click of the mouse, they can seriously fuck with our lives.

As is the case here.

Please pay my darling Queen a visit, and let her know that you're thinking of her, and if you have any suggestions what-so-ever that you feel might help, I implore you to share them with her.

Internet stalkers (be they someone we know personally or someone that for one reason or another has become fixated on us) don't discriminate, we're all vulnerable. And because we are, we need to stick together to support and protect one another in whatever capacity we can.

My thoughts are with you my darling, DQ, and if you should need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.

I want...

2006-01-19T17:26:00.000-08:00

To feel your fingers dig into my flesh as you begin to slowly press into me, my knees pushing insistently against your hips as you take me, inch by inch, until you're fully ensconced inside me, filling me. Completely.

It's not too much to ask, is it?

In dreams.

2006-01-17T23:26:00.000-08:00

In the dark of night, you come to me
Like a sweet silhouette, invading my dreams

It is there you enslave me, you brand my soul
And I give myself fully, relinquish control

Is it mere fantasy, these feelings you incite
I have no answer, I only know it feels right

I want the feel of your touch, and the taste of your kiss
To have your scent on my skin would be the sweetest of sins

You touch me, though I know you’re not really here
I feel your skin on my skin, your breath against my ear

I moan, soft and sultry, it flutters past my lips
As I imagine the ethereal touch of your fingertips

And as the wind wisps gently, kissing my flesh
It’s as if your breath feathers delicately against my neck

I feel the slide of your tongue, the press of your hips
It may be mere fantasy, but to me it’s bliss

Is it simply an illusion, or do you feel it too
Could you possibly want me the way I want you

S.I.C.

2006-01-15T07:55:00.000-08:00

Due to personal reasons I am not at liberty to discuss here, I have pretty much dropped off the radar screen for a few days, and will most likely continue to do so for a few more. But in the mean time, I implore you to vist...

Stop Internet Censorship

...and show your support.

Many thanks to The Queen for inviting me to be a part of something so very important.

The Power of Three.

2006-01-12T13:24:00.000-08:00

Compliments of the Minxy One...

Three Names You Go By
SD
Psyche
Bitch (that's my roommates favorite)

Three Things You Like About Yourself
My eyes
My mouth (which is just a bit up and to your left)
My feet (weird I know, but they're cute)

Three Things You Dislike About Yourself
My height
My weight
My hair (it's awful)

Three Parts of Your Heritage
To be honest, I've never really given this any thought. Sorry.

Three Things That Scare You
Spiders
Helplessness
Loneliness

Three of Your Everyday Essentials
Coffee
This silly blue bracelet my child gave me (I feel naked without it)
Lip gloss

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now
Baby blue boy shorts (comfy yet sexy)
Black capri pants
Sketchers black & white flip flops

Three Favorite Bands/Artists (at the moment)
Eminem
Nickelback
Journey (I'm sorry Jeff)

Three of Your Favorite Songs at Present
Photograph - Nickelback
Because of You - Kelly Clarkson
If I'm Not In Love - Faith Hill

Three New Things You Want to Try in the Next 12 Months
Flying (on a plane, ladies and gents, on a plane. I think I was five the last time I stepped foot on a plane)
And I'm sure there are more, but I can't think of any right now.

Three Things You Want in a Relationship (love is a given)
Trust
Intimacy
Desire

Two Truths and a Lie
I am a 50 year old virgin living out my fantasies through this blog.
Night is my favorite time because of the stars, they relax me and make me dream.
I do not believe that people are destined to truly love only one. It's lovely in theory, but in reality it just doesn't work for me.

(Guesses as to which are true and which is false in the comments section, please.)

Three Physical Things About the Opposite Sex (or same) That Appeal to You
Their eyes
Their lips
And because physical appearance isn't what draws me to someone, that's all I can think of.

Three Things You Just Can't Do
Deal with dishonesty
Deal with distrust
Cartwheels (although I continue to try)

Three of Your Favorite Hobbies
Sleeping
Reading
Writing

Three Things You Want to do Really Badly Right Now
Go home because I don't feel well
Lose myself in sleep until I feel well again
Do some of that flying I was talking about earlier

Three Careers You're Considering
Writer (Erotica, Romance, Romantic Suspence)
And that's it because I'm honestly content with what I do now

Three Places You Want to Go on Vacation
California
Minnesota
New York

Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die
Be truly happy
Be loved for the woman I am
Be accepted for the same reason I want to be loved

And there you have it. I don't do tags, but you're welcome to do it if you wish.

Without a Touch.

2006-01-10T21:01:00.000-08:00

Inspired by the lovely O, who was most certainly more creative than I. I have missed you, dear sweet O.

And this is for you, darling.

Without a touch, you
Steal my breath, pulling from me
What others have not

Igniting desires
Too long repressed, hidden just
Under the surface

Making me feel things
I'd forgotten I could, you
Make me feel alive

Without a touch, you
Have captured my heart, and touched
My soul. I love you.

The Unveiling...

2006-01-08T18:07:00.000-08:00

Sexy, isn’t it?

I think so.

And it never would’ve happened without Jeff, who lovingly put this template together especially for me.

Jeff, my friend, you are a prince among men. And I thank you. Sincerely.

Now come on, let’s all show Jeff some love. I insist.

And while I'm handing out love, if I knew who they were, I'd kiss that lovely person who bounced in here last night from My Inner Slut because according to my trusty stat counter, they were my 70,000th hit.

Hell, you're all fabulous!

For the man who shall...

2006-01-06T19:23:00.000-08:00

No longer remain nameless.

Back in October (I think), the scrumptious DQ was at her wits end with me, it was obvious that I had a rather impressive crush on somebody, and she wanted to know who.

So she lovingly said, "Enough with all this ‘he who shall remain nameless’ stuff. Who is he? You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone."

And I knew she wouldn’t, but out of love for him and respect for his privacy, I refused.

At the time, while I knew he felt something for me, I wasn’t sure exactly what that something was, and I certainly didn’t know how he’d feel about being outed in such a public forum.

But I know now.

So DQ, to appease your curiosity, Dane is my internet boyfriend.

I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to find the words to express what this man, a man I’ve never physically met, makes me feel, but no words I come up with say what is in my heart as eloquently as his. So I’ll let his words speak for me as well.

And Dane, my love, if it is weird to feel truly romantic and attached to an internet-only liaison, then you should probably know that I have absolutely no problem being weird. I love you, baby.

"Distance is just a test

to see how far love can travel."

Anonymous

Rock Meet Hard Place (Asexual Post).

2006-01-06T19:00:00.000-08:00

I can probably count on one hand (or less) the number of people who visit this blog that actually know me (i.e. my real name, my real e-mail address, in some cases my phone number and/or my address, etc.), and while certain people don't know me on that level, I think it bares mentioning that I'd prefer not to be dragged into the middle of something that would pit someone that, while I don't know this person on a personal level, I have no problems with against a close personal friend. Because when all is said and done, if I'm forced to stand behind (in front or beside) someone, it'll be my close personal friend. Always. No question.

I'm not going to explain what the hell I'm talking about as those who need to understand, will.

Public Service Announcement.

2006-01-05T20:00:00.000-08:00

From time to time, I guiltlessly stray, cheating on myself with wreckless abandon. It's awful, I know, but what am I going to do? I just can't seem to help myself.

So, for those of you who are interested in my extracurricular activities, I've created a section over there in my sidebar entitled, "Erotica by Moi (hosted elsewhere)". There's only one link up at the moment, but I'm sure that'll change.

And because I'm feeling extra nice (and sexy Sasha said it was perfectly okay with her), I have a link to the January 2006 Edition of "Secret Thoughts" in my hot little hands. If you're interested, e-mail me, and I just might give it to you (in exchange for a subscription, of course. That's kind of like blackmail, isn't it? But it's fun blackmail. Trust me).

Condom, anyone?

2006-01-03T20:19:00.000-08:00

This dress fascinates me...

While it looks a tad uncomfortable, I think I must have one.

(Baby) Step Two.

2006-01-03T17:54:00.000-08:00

Just because you asked.

I know, I know -- I've gone and distorted that photo of my breasts, but a girl can't give it all away, can she? Well, not so soon anyway.

Okay, I assure you nobody's tripping. I changed the picture because as much as my roommate liked the other one, I did not.

And I should note that there are much riskier pictures I could've posted, but I'm not quite ready to bare all just yet. Although I am giving some consideration to figleaf's suggestion about using Flickr's "friends" function and keeping the riskier photo's open to only those I invite. We'll see.

In the mean time, block out the craziness and add a bit of color, in other words, use your imagination, it's a powerful thing, you know.

A little birdie...

2006-01-02T20:33:00.000-08:00

...told me that the January 2006 edition of sexy Sasha's eZine, 'Secret Thoughts', went out today.

What? You didn't subscribe? Shame on you.

I did tell you that I'd be making a special guest appearance, didn't I?

Well, it's too late for that one now, but I suggest you subscribe because you just never know when I'll be inclined to have my wicked way with the lovely Sasha again. And I will.

So go on now, subscribe, I insist.

And switching topics, the delectable Anakalia would like to know a bit more about me as apparently I'm a bit elusive. And while I intend to answer her privately, I find myself curious, so tell me, is there something particular about me you'd like to know? If I can answer, I will.

Simplicity is thy name.

2005-12-30T12:27:00.000-08:00

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.

Love's Philosophy

2005-12-28T10:02:00.000-08:00

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.

Seasons Greetings...

2005-12-23T10:49:00.000-08:00

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.

SD

Psst...

2005-12-22T09:26:00.000-08:00

Check it out...

Brought to you by Sasha White!

Fun, Erotic and Sexy...Including Free reads, story excerpts, and news!

January will include contributions from the Women of the Naughty Pen: Nix Winter, JJ Massa, Beth Williamson and Sasha White, as well as special guest, blogger Salacious Desires.

To join the Ezine click here.

Go on now, do it. You know you wanna!

Lovingly borrowed from...

2005-12-21T20:58:00.000-08:00

Mon.

I can live with that.

I feel you.

2005-12-19T17:27:00.000-08:00

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?"

"Yes."

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.

25 Words.

2005-12-15T12:59:00.000-08:00

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.

Enquiring minds want to know...

2005-12-14T11:54:00.000-08:00

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.

May I have your attention please...

2005-12-12T12:54:00.000-08:00

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.

Ink or no ink? That is the question.

2005-12-08T11:49:00.000-08:00

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.

Tattoos.

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?

Erotica Defined.

2005-12-01T13:52:00.000-08:00

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.

Want.

2005-11-28T09:52:00.000-08:00

Have you ever wanted something or someone that, for one reason or another, you just can’t have? I have. I do.

And if I were so bold, I might tell him that…

The mere thought of you makes me burn. And when I close my eyes, I see you… tangled limbs and glistening flesh …with me. I want you and this want is like a fire that refuses to die.

I ache to touch you, to taste you, all of you, every divine inch. For you to touch me, to taste me, all of me.

I would, without shame, surrender myself to you for an hour, a day, a week just to know what it feels like to have your hands on me.

Would you take me?

Though I’m fairly sure he already knows.

Baby steps...

2005-11-26T10:43:00.000-08:00

I've discovered that taking a dive into the world of exhibitionism is not something I can do head first. A toe at a time or baby steps, if you will...

Now you...

Well, would you?

2005-11-17T13:07:00.000-08:00

I've always been a bit of a voyeur, it's exhibitionism, while a lovely thing, that's never really been my forte, but I'm reconsidering my stance on that. Which brings me to the point of this post...

If I showed you mine, would you show me yours?

Compliments of...

2005-11-16T06:46:00.000-08:00

Us. And since I can never think of anyone to tag for these things, I'll just leave it open to whomever wishes to do it. Enjoy.

Why did you start blogging?

Honestly? As a form of marriage counseling (or therapy for lovers, if you will). Out of all of the problems in my marriage, sex was one of the most bitter so I started this blog in an effort to try and repair, improve and expand our sex lives without actually having to physically go to marriage counseling. Confused? Well, basically, I took our sexual experiences and wrote them out, occasionally adding something(s) that I felt was missing or lacking and then I'd let him read what I'd written to let him see how I felt about it. Unfortunately, it didn't work because sex was only one in a legion of problems and improving that did nothing for the rest.

Have you ever wanted to meet a blogger in person?

Mmm, yes, there is this one that I would absolutely love to meet.

Have you ever met a blogger in person?

No, I haven't.

Have you ever spoken to one on the phone?

No, haven't done that either. I've talked to a bloggers voice mail but not the actual blogger. And a blogger has talked to my answering machine but not actually me. But hopefully someday I'll get to talk to a real live blogger. Who knows?

Do you have more than one blog?

Yes, I have this one and I also have a personal blog that isn't exactly G rated but it's certainly not NC17.

Where do your ideas for posts come from?

Up there underneath the title, it reads... That surreal place between fantasy and reality ...and that's precisely it. Some of what I write is reality taken from the sexual experiences I share(d) with my partner and some is merely fantasy -- images, dreams, desires, needs -- that I long to make reality.

Have you ever fallen for another blogger?

Fallen for? Yes.

How many blogs do you read?

I read a whole myraid of blogs (if I've linked to your blog, I read your blog) but honestly, there are only a handful that I read religiously (as in daily).

What do you like to read in a blog?

If it captivates or stimulates me, whether it be mentally or physically, in any way, I'll read it.

Are there blogs you shy away from?

I'm pretty liberal in what I read but any blog (or site) involving nonconsensual sex and/or sexual activity involving minors isn't something I want anything to do with. Aside from those, not particularly.

Why do you keep writing?

I haven't been writing all that much lately because the current state of my sexual life isn't conducive to anything worth reading but when I get back on the proverbial horse, I'll do it because writing, for me, is therapeutic, it's a passion, it's something that I love do and something I simply can't fathom not doing.

Reminiscing.

2005-11-11T12:46:00.000-08:00

Seeing as the phrase "Cocksucking 101" still garners numerous search engines hits on the daily, I figured I'd go ahead and reincarnate it for your viewing pleasure. But first, I have a question...

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

Enquiring minds (mainly mine) want to know.

One of these days, I'll write something new and maybe, just maybe we'll hold that class on cocksucking that was requested from a few of you lovely people but in the mean time, let's revisit an oldie but apparently goodie...

J recently issued a challenge...

So…I want to throw down a challenge…I want the BEST blowjob/hand job by any of you. As you know from my blog, I love to face fuck and get my cock worshipped. And have REALLY been getting into showing off my cock. So. I want any of you to post and tell me why you are such a good cocksucker.

And since I never could resist a challenge...

Of course, I've never been any good at conforming to rules so, instead of describing my best blowjob, I've decided to impart my knowledge on all of you lovely people.

Welcome to 'Cocksucking 101'.

Sit back, relax, enjoy the show and by all means, feel free to participate.

I love cock and since (sadly) I don't have one, everything -- texture, weight, feel, smell, taste -- about that glorious creature fascinates me. There are times when I'm eye level with A's cock and I just want to lean forward and sink my teeth into all that hot, hard, smooth flesh (not a good idea, by the way, a little nibbling maybe but no biting). I don't know why but there's just something so elemental about taking a cock into my mouth and feasting on all that delicious flesh.Yum.

Let's begin, shall we?

Soft or hard? It doesn't matter, wrapping your lips around a soft cock and feeling it come to life in your mouth is extremely sexy. Try it, you'll like it.

And once you've got it where you want it, start slow... teasing nibbles, feathery kisses, delicate licks, breathy whispers, soft hums. Don't be afraid to play, the receiver of all that playfulness will thank you (trust me).Work your way up to more aggressive licks... try flattening your tongue and dragging it up, from base to tip, stopping briefly to circle the head (or glans, if you want to be proper) with the very tip of your tongue before moving back down. Lots of tongue is always a good thing.And don't ignore his balls. Some guys don't like their balls touched or licked during oral sex but most do. Be gentle with them but make sure they get some attention too... gentle sucking, soft caressing, light rubbing ... cup them in your palm and massage them delicately, run your tongue lightly over them, take them into your mouth and suck softly. All good things.

Now comes the sucking part (Mmm)... wrap your lips around the head (and remember plenty of suction is a key ingredient here) -- watch the teeth (they're no fun or so I've been told) -- and slide on down, taking him as deep as you can before sliding your mouth back up the length of his cock. Now, I'm a hand and mouth girl. I rarely suck cock without wrapping my hand around the base. There are a couple reasons for that... #1. I can control how deep I take his cock into my mouth AND #2. A little stroking while your lips and tongue focus on the head is always nice. And if you're in a position where both hands are free, then use your other hand to stimulate his balls (or other areas... his perineum, his ass, his thighs, his chest) while you're sucking and stroking his cock.

Now comes the rough part. When the fuck is he going to cum? Your lips are numb, your jaws are sore, your hand is cramped and you have a kink in your neck that you'll probably be feeling for days and he still hasn't cum. What's with that? Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but some guys just don't cum during oral, it's a pity and all but that's the breaks. All that fretting and un-needed pain isn't necessary. Don't worry about it. Making him cum shouldn't be the main focus, there are other ways to achieve that. Just enjoy him... his taste... his feel... his smell... Showing him that you appreciate, adore and love his cock is more than enough. I swear. I wouldn't steer you wrong.

Now go on... practice, practice, practice (and let me know how it cums out -- sorry, couldn't help myself).

Enjoy.

The Word For Today Is: Simplicity.

2005-11-10T11:27:00.000-08:00

Written for somone I long to touch, it's short and to the point. All hail simplicity.

Lips locking, tongues tangling, fingers lacing, sweat beading, bodies merging.

That is what I want, what I need, from you.

Among other things…

Not gone...

2005-11-03T12:23:00.000-08:00

Just processing, reflecting and working to get life back where it needs to be.

I'll be back.

Bagged and Tagged.

2005-10-18T06:53:00.000-07:00

For the lovely DQ...

1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A SECOND HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?

Hmm... good question. I don't know? Some place a bit cooler and less prone to tropical disturbances, I suppose.

2. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?

It's a close call between board shorts, capri pants and flip flops.

3. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?

I have no clue? I think it was 'The Documentary' by Game.

4. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?

6:45 AM

5. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?

My Hamilton Beach BrewStation.

6. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT WHAT WOULD IT BE?

The Piano. Why, I have no clue but I've always wanted to learn.

7. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV?

SUV.

8. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTER LIFE?

Mmm Hmm.

9. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?

Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendack.

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?

Winter.

11. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Invisibility... wouldn't that be fun?

12. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?

I have none but plan to change that one of these days.

13. CAN YOU JUGGLE?

No but strangely, I have a sudden urge to learn .

14. ONE PERSON/PEOPLE FROM THE PAST THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD TALK TO?

For reasons that allude me, I'd love to have a chat with Elvis.

15. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY?

Saturday.

16. WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR?

Well, the last time I checked, there was a life size stuffed SpongeBob wearing a pirate suit and a box of books.

17. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?

Hamburger.

18. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU WILL EMAIL THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?

Not gonna email it.

19. WHO'S LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?

Not gonna email it.20.

WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?

Why, the strap-on wearing, lube toting Sex Goddess also known as Demon Queen, of course.

21. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?

Sunflower.

22. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.

23. BUTTER, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?

Butter.

24. FAVORITE COLOR?

I can never decide whether it's green or baby blue that makes me tingle. Both, I think.

25. FAVORITE SANDWICH?

Caprese (Tomato, fresh mozzerella, basil and olive oil on a bagguette).

26. ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO?

Anywhere the weathers warm and the drinks are fruity.

28. FAVORITE BRAND OF CLOTHING?

I don't typically pay any mind to labels. If it's comfortable and I like it, I'll wear it.

30. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?

None.

31. COKE OR PEPSI?

Pepsi but personally, I'd rather have a Dr. Pepper.

32. ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON OR A NIGHT OWL?

Night Owl.

33. CAT OR DOG?

Dog.

34. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PERFUME?

Chance by Chanel.

35. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEN'S COLOGNE?

Hugo by Hugo Boss.

36. HOW MANY CLOSE FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

Three.

37. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE, IF YOU COULD?

Right now? Everything.

38. WHAT TALENT DO YOU WISH YOU HAD?

I'd love to be able to sing because my poor child starts to wincing every time we get in the car and I flip on the radio.

39. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GEM STONE?

Emerald.

40. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF, IF YOU COULD?

I'd like to have a better perception of myself but honestly, I don't think I'd change much.

I'm not tagging anyone specific but if you decide to do it, let me know.

Knowing You.

2005-10-13T10:52:00.000-07:00

For he who shall remain nameless...

Your cock, hot and hard, pulses against my cheek as I trace the satiny smooth length from base to tip and back again with the very tips of my fingers. Mmm, I love the way you feel... solid, searing, smooth ... against my skin.

I deliberately wrap my hand around the base of your shaft and turn my head slightly, rubbing the very tip of your cock against my lips. The glistening bead of precome clinging to the tiny eye dampens my lips and I can't help but skim my tongue across them, tasting you. I close my eyes and rub my lips together, savoring your taste in my mouth. Delectable. My hand suddenly flexes involuntarily around your shaft and you moan softly. I slowly open my eyes and take you in.

God, you're exquisite. Did you know that I long to spend hours touching you, tasting you, learning you, knowing you. All of you. Every gorgeous inch.

I want you. Infinitely. Deeply. Incomparably. Completely.

I remove my hand and lean forward, taking you into my mouth. I slide down, rubbing the flat of my tongue against the smooth flesh until my lips are wrapped tightly around the base of your cock. I slide my hand down to cup your balls as I increase the suction and pull my mouth back up the length of your cock. You push your hips up, forcing your cock back into my mouth and I take you, all of you, willingly.

Seconds turn to minutes of indescribable bliss as your hips thrust and my mouth strokes, over and over again until I'm mindless to anything but the feel of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

I bring my hand back up, wrapping it around the base of your cock and begin to stroke, slow at first then faster, harder. My hand quickly falls into rhythm with my mouth until I'm fucking you with lips, teeth, tongue and fingers. I feel your cock begin to jerk against my tongue and I close my eyes and hum softly as your come slowly fills my mouth.

Touch me...

2005-10-01T07:50:00.000-07:00

Touch me...

A skim of your fingers, a press of your palm.

Touch me...

A graze of your teeth, a flick of your tongue.

Touch me...

A twist of your hips, a thrust of your cock.

Touch me...

Your hands on me.

Touch me...

And mine on you.

Touch me...

Please God, I'm begging you to just...

Touch me.

Completely...

2005-09-27T13:54:00.000-07:00

This was written for someone who shall remain nameless unless he wishes otherwise...

My knees dig into your hips, holding you in place and I gently drop my hips down, taking you... inch by glorious inch ...inside me.

I run my hands up over my stomach until they're covering my breasts and close my eyes as I silently absorb the pleasure of having you inside me... filling me.

Completely.

I slowly twirl my hips, just a slight twist and my walls instinctively tighten around you... a hot, wet, velvet fist ...trapping you within me. I lift my hips up and your cock slides out of me, leaving only your tip still pressed inside.

Your hands come up to cover mine over my breasts and I can't help but drop my eyes down to where your body is merged with mine.

And it's beautiful.

I take my hands from under yours and lean back, placing them on the bed. I arch my back and slide back down until you're buried fully inside me again and slowly ride us to completion.

45,000...

2005-09-21T08:49:00.000-07:00

Recently (not sure when exactly), while I was busy being neglectful of this blog, my stat counter quietly and without fanfare passed 45,000 hits. Ah, it was a surreal moment. I just sat here staring blankly at my computer screen while I silently toasted all of you lovely people (this was, of course, after I had a brief childish moment of giddy delight). After my silent toast, I put my feet up on my desk and marveled at how I somehow managed to rack up over 45,000 hits without having to stand on my head, post salacious pictures of myself, beg, borrow or steal (hell, my personal blog only has about 9,000 hits and it's been around a lot longer but then again who really wants to read about all that boring everyday stuff anyway, it's the sex stuff we covet). So I've come to the conclusion that you all rock hard.

And while I'm talking about stat counters, my most popular search phrase continues to be... "Cocksucking 101" (which always makes me wonder, are people searching because they read the post previously and they're trying to find their way back to my blog OR are there people out there really searching for a class on cocksucking? Hmm). Followed by the obvious... "salacious". And recently... "face down, ass up" has been getting a lot of play. But my favorite by far, is "fuck me like a vicious beast" (which led them to this post... Sexuality can be a vicious beast... and I giggled over that one and not in a bad way (at all) because if you've ever been fucked like a vicious beast you'll know just how enjoyable -- scratching, biting, deliciously toe curling -- it can be. Mmm).

So for those of you that landed here from a random search, from a link on another blog, from Fleshbot or just however you got here... thanks!

You.

2005-09-11T19:45:00.000-07:00

I want...

Your lips... soft and tender, lithe and playful, rough and insistent ...moving against mine, parting them as your tongue slips in to tangle with mine.

I want...

Your fingers... strong and sure ...manipulating my flesh, moving over me from top to bottom, stopping occasionally to circle my nipples, to tease my breasts, to trace the hot, wet line of my pussy before pressing them into me.

I want...

Your tongue... moist and velvety ...trailing across my skin until you reach my parted thighs and bury your head there, smoothly sliding your tongue between my soft, slippery lips... tasting me.

I want...

Your cock... hot, hard, demanding ...rubbing me, teasing me, piercing me as you move within my body... taking me, claiming me, owning me.

I want...

You. All of you.

Miss Salacious got nailed (quite literally).

2005-09-04T18:31:00.000-07:00

SD was all set to talk about baking cookies, icing cakes or maybe tackling figleaf's suggestion and talk about why my libido has been a mess lately but then I got nailed (literally) so I figured I'd just go ahead and talk about that.

I dig my fingers into the arm of the couch, my knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white as your arm slides underneath me and encircles my waist. You jerk back, pulling my hips toward you and your cock slides into me in one fluid stroke.

"Is this what you wanted?" You ask.

Your voice is harsh and your breath is choppy as it ripples across my earlobe. You slide your other hand up into my hair, fisting it and roughly tug, pulling my head back.

"Is it?" You demand.

"Yes." I whisper.

You graze your teeth down the curve of my ear and stop to sink your teeth into the soft fleshy lobe.

"What did you say?"

"Yes. YES." I cry out and my fingers dig more firmly into the arm of the couch.

You release my earlobe and skim your tongue down, stopping to dig your teeth into the arch between my shoulder blades as you pull your hips back away from me. Your cock slides almost all the way out of my pussy and I whimper at the loss. Your teeth skim back up over my neck and you press forward again, burying yourself inside me and I groan helplessly as I feel your pelvis slam against the soft curve of my ass. Your hands move down to grasp my waist and you dig your fingers into the delicate skin, holding me firmly against you.

"This what you want?"

"Yes."

You begin to thrust your hips, pressing the solid length of your cock in and out of me. Fast and hard, you set a demanding rhythm, punishing me with your cock.

And I love it.

"Harder." I pant and you pull back, slamming into me again unrelentingly.

I push my hips back, meeting your thrusts and you growl roughly, the sound vibrating against the column of my neck.

"Come inside me. I want to feel you come inside me."

I lay my hands over yours on my hips and our fingers intertwine as you continue to hammer yourself into me. I feel your breathing grow ragged against my neck, your fingers tighten, squeezing mine. You press your cock deep inside me, holding yourself against me and I feel you erupt inside me.

P.S. I still intend to talk about my loopy libido but since I'm still in a sexual haze I'm figuring, now isn't the best time.