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~ This Weekís Top Three Posts ~
Flesh – Her mind awash with the thought of fucking. The smell of his scent stirring her cunt, her skin alive and encased by lust.
Putting energy in – Play is energising, at its best; so when both of you are tired, sex or spanking can be a way to get away from it all, rejuvenate your emotional connection and stimulate body and brain with a flood of hormones and endorphines.
A Rude Awakening – In the depths of the night, I half wake to the feel of her cool skin wrapping itself around my back. Soft breasts pushing against my ribs and her groin moulding itself to my buttocks.
~ e[lust] Editress ~
Shouldn’t – It always starts off so inconspicuously. Innocent, like the sort of teasing that might occur now and then between any other pair of friends who share a hint of attraction to each other.
~ Featured Post (Lillyís Pick) ~
Comfort – Sheís so strong and yet, when we lie down together, she makes herself small and vulnerable for me. îHold meî she says in a tiny voice
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Erotic Writing
Back Story
bodystocking blowjob
Bella Durmiente
Began my day
Bubbleland
Current events
Fiction: Growth
First Meetings…
Game On
“I want your cock in my mouth”
“Make Me”
Mauled at Noon
Monday Morning Flash – “Bathtime”
musing/not asking
Negotiations
Oh, What a Night
One Last Surprise
Over-Ruled?
Park ‘N Ride Me
Slut with Wine Bottle
Stardust
Satin Met a Laddie
Unravelled
Wednesday meeting with V
Kink & Fetish
BDSM Advice Series: Gags
Domme for a day
FetInRealLife #12 ñ DIY Flogger
First Memories
Impact
Last Night
New friends and intense, sweaty, loud orgasms
Out with the Old, in with the New
Sluts, Squirts and Swing Clubs
Steel
Submissive Skills: Hunt Slut
Trust
taking her as My girl, discovering the Dom within
“Welcome to SpankingCast, our spanking podcast”
Sex News, Interviews, Politics and Humor
Building Community for Sex-Positive Sexuality Professionals
Soaking — Marinating in the Cunt of Christ
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Gay Pride
Going Bareback
I Can’t
Ladies, what do your genitals say about you?
My Identity is Erased
More Bad Advice
My Rape Story
Read and you may learn…V-massage
Psychology of Rape Fantasy- An Overview
Support Survivors
Top 10 Good Things About A LDR
You Shur Got a Pretty Mouth
The Clock Is Ticking: 26 Hours Until …
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dark flowing hair, down to the middle of her back. Eyes that will captivate you in an instant.
“Hey girlfriend. How are you?”
“Great. I’m working again. How about you?”
“I’m doing good. Hey, the reason I’m calling is I need some advice. Ever done a gangbang with eight or more guys?”
“I’ve had five. But no more than that. What’ goin’ on?”
“Well, next Tuesday, I’m planning to play with at least eight men.”
“Where? Can I come watch?”
I hadn’t anticipated her request. But I really kinda liked it. She’d watched me before. And spanked me really hard—so hard my ass stayed cherry red for hours. At a cuckold party she’d set up for her husband. This past January. I went with Meiplé. Two weeks after I’d met Tank. It was my very first party. Once I get past tomorrow evening’s soiree, I promise to tell you all about THAT experience. It was truly one of those unforgettable evenings.
So I told her I’d ask Tank what he thought. He loved the idea too. Thought it might ease any anxiety I’d feel in the moment. Plus, we knew we’d have someone we could chat to about what had happened—someone who’d relish the moment as much as we would.
Tank had to get permission from B4—the host. He agreed immediately. So I texted my girlfriend.
“Good news. You can join us to watch on Tuesday evening. Call me tomorrow so we can figure out where to meet.”
“Cool. It’s where we talked about, right? What are you wearing? What should I wear?”
“Yes, that’s the location. I’m wearing the dress I wore to the meet n greet last month since I won’t be in it long. The one with the zipper down the front. Wear whatever you want.”
“OK. Who will be with us? Tank? You are using condoms?”
“Tank will walk us in. Guys will already be playing. Everyone has to use condoms. You OK with observing only?”
“So Tank isn’t going to be there? You’re not afraid of it getting out of control without him?”
“Tank will be there. I’m not concerned. He knows the guy who’s orchestrating it.”
“OK. Cool. Looking forward to watching. I told my hubby. He can’t wait for the details.”
“It’ll be great fun. I’m glad you can join us. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when you tell him afterwards!”
If Tank thought I had a slew of questions, she certainly had her share of them! Her anxiety level seemed a bit elevated. Although she’d been in the lifestyle a whole heck of a lot longer than me. Never once had I thought about the situation getting out of hand. I’d learned long ago to stay focused on the positive. The mind has this amazing power to bring to life that which we conjure up.
Oh, there’s one other thing. I decided not to tell her we’d probably know one of the guys. I stumbled onto that fact the night before while IM’ing the host of a party I attend regularly. I want to see the look on her face when she makes eye contact with him. And if he doesn’t show, I’ve not set the expectation he might be in attendance.
Who out there in cyberspace has any final thoughts for me? I need to go exercise!
7 Days and Counting . . .
By · CommentsThe evening will be underway before we arrive. I like this set-up. It means I can be a voyeur before I become a participant—or more like the center of attention.
I haven’t given a lot of thought to the evening, other than to schedule my spray tan for today and my waxing for Monday. I still need to decide what I’ll wear for those few moments when there’ll be clothes on my body. You have suggestions? I’ll take ‘em. I’ll probably walk the lingerie sections of the outlet mall on Friday night or Saturday.
Tank says he thinks I’m anxious. He says I’m being too heady about the whole situation. Most likely because I’ve asked him a bunch of questions, like:
“From your conversations with B4, who do you think will be there?”
“From what you’ve seen in the past, what do bi guys like from a woman?”
“How do other women usually act and behave?”
“How am I getting to and from the house?”
“Will I get to spend any time with you alone afterwards?”
“Can I see you before next Tuesday?”
I don’t feel anxious. More, I’m a person who likes to be prepared for anything that might show up in her path.
I love the anticipation. The thought of having so many men touching me, caressing me, bending me, fucking me, fondling me, eating me, biting me, sucking me, cuming on me. All while Tank watches and joins in.
I’m also bummed that Tank can’t spend the rest of the night with me alone so we can build upon the experience. Unfortunately, daily life is getting in the way. Having a teenager means being home when she goes to bed and wakes up in the morning.
On second thought, maybe I should call a girlfriend. Chances are high she’s walked in my shoes before. Wonder what wisdom she has to offer around what I’m about to experience.
Stayed tuned for more musings. Who knows how I’ll be feeling next Monday!
In the Name of Romance
By · Comments“I can see you between 6 and 9 tonight. Does that work for you? Didn’t know if it’s worth the drive.”
In the best of driving conditions, I’m about 40 minutes from Tank’s home. That’s when I drive 75-80mph. In rush hour traffic? It could take an hour or longer.
But I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to see him two nights in a row. He’d told me that I was on his “to do” list. As soon as I’d heard those words, I’d gotten wet. My mind raced to all the things he does do that drive me wild.
No more than thirty seconds after I entered his home he was guiding me up the stairs to his bedroom. Walking behind me of course. So he could study my ass. His favorite body part.
He quickly undressed me—something I absolutely love. Then, he had me lay on my tummy, spread eagle and proceeded to massage my back, then my ass, down to my legs and both of my feet. But he soon got distracted by my moans and proceeded to enter me from behind. It wasn’t long before I was arching my back and on my knees, enjoying the thrusts of his cock into my wet pussy.
An hour later, he mentioned the possibility of food and I went immediately dry. Huh, I hadn’t realized that hunger could trump my desire for sex. I knew in an instant he was filing that fact in his brain as well.
We didn’t move from the bed right away. While I don’t recall the beginning of our conversation or how we got onto this topic, what I do remember is this part.
“If you haven’t guessed, I’m not into romance. I’ve tried that before. Bought flowers every week for four years for one woman. That didn’t work. Another liked French fries. So I’d get them for her. That didn’t work either.”
“So, you’ll never try again? I like flowers.”
“Right. I don’t do the same thing twice if it doesn’t work the first time.”
“But I’m not those women.”
“I know. But I’ve brought you wine. And I think I brought you food one time too.”
“Yes, you’ve brought me some wonderful wines.”
“I’m thinkin’ of getting you a black guy once a month. In fact, I could probably re-gift the same guy a few months in a row and you wouldn’t mind. Whaddya think?”
I laughed out loud for several minutes. Now that my life had changed, there were new possibilities for romance that I’d never considered before. It was definitely worth the drive. The flowers can wait.
Want to weigh in on the conversation? I’d love to hear your thoughts. What do I do in the name of romance for Tank, other than the obvious?
Time to Ante Up
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A week ago I inadvertently left my sandals at Tank’s home. And off I flew to Philadelphia. Each day, I texted him the same message:
“What’s the ransom?”
And each time, I got the same response: Silence. No nothing. Not a word. Nor an acknowledgment of my request.
Patience isn’t something I possess in abundance. I needed those sandals when I got home.
I started to wonder if I was supposed to make some suggestions. Like: How about a threesome with another woman? Or, I’ll make you your favorite meal and top it off with the sexual dessert of your choosing.
Finally, after five days of no reply, he invited me to his home—between the end of his work day and the start of his bowling league that evening. But I still had no idea what he wanted from me.
He greeted me upon entering with a quick kiss and a hug. I heard the TV in the background.
“Want to watch the NFL draft with me?”
“Sure. You know how much I love football.”
“How about you scratch my back?”
“Of course.”
I crawled behind him on the sofa and proceeded to take my newly hand-painted nails—I have amazing artwork etched onto them every few weeks—and touch him in exactly the ways I know he loves. First some long, light touches. Then my nails on his skin in circular motions. Followed by some deep massaging. After a while, he put his legs up on the coffee table and leaned back in my arms so I could do the same on his chest. This went on for almost an hour before I spoke up.
“What else would you like?”
“Nothing. Although I guess we could have done a quickie. But I need to leave in ten minutes.”
“We’re even? I can have my sandals back?”
“Yep.”
As I left that evening, I was reminded of the words to a poem I copied from a book into my journal as a young girl:
“The little things are most worthwhile. A quiet look, a word, a smile. A listening ear that’s quick to share. Another’s thoughts. Another’s care. Though sometimes they may seem quite small, these little things mean the most of all.”
- – original author unknown
I smiled all the way home that evening.
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