Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Latest: Elust #111 October 2018

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Welcome to Elust 111-

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #112? Start with the rules, come back November 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!  

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

The Promotion Getting Lost in a Good Book Hatefuck

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Demonised 9 Things New Sex Bloggers Need to Know

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Tales *You really should consider adding your popular posts here too* All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!  

Erotic Fiction

After the Party : Cleaner Close #7 Denna and her convenient pervert Finally Together Slut Escritoire ||| back to school Key to Room 237: Freya – Darker Side of Love sexy maid Playing God Liminal State

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Give me a break Getting Off on Post Orgasm Torture Public Displays of Chastity? PLEASE - wanting it Shit at casual Thrill of the outdoors

Erotic Non-Fiction

Submission Tell me how it feels. New Realities

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Finding my adopted roots Talking Wholesome Queer Erotic Art with Wren

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

No such thing as an ending.


-02.10.18_23:28- Lusty Limerick: Dress for Success<       Elust

Sunday, 14 October 2018

Graveyard Dare

Cassie stumbled into me, she’d tripped over a root or somesuch, and we both giggled, our nerves asserting themselves in misplaced mirth.

“Ssshhh!” I raised a finger to my lips, more than a little unsteady on my own feet, several shots had made me feel like Bambi on ice.  Our eyes locked and she leaned in to press her full lips to mine, their sweetness reminding me she’d been drinking rum and Coke.  Tentative at first, I responded more avidly as the kiss went on and her tongue began to probe and tease.

Cassie was my best friend, but we’d never crossed that line before, although she’d been out with several girls.  Tonight was a dare, a bit of bravado.  The girl on girl action was my new threshold, making out in the moonlit graveyard was her monster to stare down.  Cassie, the wimp, couldn’t get through a horror film without a pillow to hide behind, whereas supernatural tales were my obsession.  Part of me had hoped she wouldn’t take my challenge because - where did we go as friends if things got weird after we’d hooked up?

“How much further?” her voice trembled when we broke our kiss so I took her hand and led her onward, processing how I felt about the kiss as we wove through the ancient headstones and statues, worn by the elements and patchy with lichen and moss.  My heart thumped in my chest and both my palms and panties were damp with anticipation.  I had long admired Cassie’s lithe sport-honed body with her neat, pert breasts and long toned legs.  I’d told myself it was a fascination for opposites as I was short and curvy, my full fleshy breasts and bum the complete opposite to her body make up.  Now I couldn’t stop remembering the press of her lips and the tickle of her tongue, even though our kiss ended minutes ago.  I suspected I’d been lying to myself that our friendship was purely platonic.

The altar-like grave I’d been seeking loomed on our right, draped with ivy leaves and washed silver with moonlight.  I backed against it, drawing Cassie with me, until the hard edge of the slab dug into my back while the soft swell of Cassie’s breasts pressed into mine.  She bent her head and I tilted to kiss her, my neck extending pale and vulnerable, I breathed her breath.

“Damn Lena, your body is smoking!” Cassie’s voice was tight with emotion, while butterflies clamoured within my core.  
She ran a hand down the front of my blouse, buttons seemingly popping open in her path, coaxing my puckered nipple out from eyelash lace. Her touch was sure as she pinched and rolled it’s stalk between her fingers causing a pulse of lust to throb between my thighs.

Unsure what I should do, my fingers brushed the familiar softness of her bluntly cut hair to tease the nape of her neck.  Still plundering my mouth with a bruising kiss, Cassie’s other hand skimmed down my side releasing thrills of sensation which went into overdrive as she cupped and fondled my butt. She roamed my curves before pulling hard on the seam at the back of my jeans pressing them tight to my clit. I gasped with surprise at the pleasure.  My experienced friend growled in a predatory way and pinched my nipple, turning my legs to jelly and my pussy to hot liquid.

“I want you,” Cassie murmured and I could only nod acquiescence and bite my lip when she sank to her knees before me, popping the button on my jeans.

“You smell so good,” she sighed with delight peeling open the denim and working the tight fabric away from my vulva, she pushed my knickers down until they stretched between my thighs.

“Oh Cassie,” the cool wind whipped my groan from my lips. 

She pressed a kiss hard against my slit and teased a warm finger inside the moistened folds.  I didn’t know what to do with my hands, my lover was out of my reach, her head at my pussy, while the sensations which washed over me invoked my inner rag doll.

“I never knew …” my incomplete sentence hung in the air.  Snatched away from me by throbs of desire as Cassie’s talented fingers curled and stroked the slick inner walls of my pussy.  

A cool breath caressed the side of my neck,sending shivers down my spine.  My head dropped back. Vaguely aware of the tossing of the yew boughs against the night sky, I was lost to the incessant sensations conjuring my climax ever closer.  Cassie’s hot mouth pressed against my pussy, while her two hands fondled my rear and probed the moisture within my folds.  A teasing brush of cold sensation at my hardened nipple had me groaning with lust, even as my subconscious marveled at Cassie’s hands being everywhere.

A cloud scudded across the moon, dropping the darkness by several shades, when a cold hand cupped my breast, coaxing the sensitive nipple into a peak.  I could barely see Cassie kneeling at my feet, but I felt her licking and sucking, drawing moisture from my depths, while both hands were fully occupied in my pants, so how? … Who was pinching me?  A sighing breath tickled my jawbone again then cold lips pressed against my mouth.  I stiffened with fear, but the kiss was so sensuous I was forced to respond.  I felt icy fingers cup the back of my head, chilly sensations on my already pricking scalp, while my aching nipple sent jolts of desire to my wet, pulsing cunt.

“A little wider for me Lena darling,” Cassie’s voice broke through my frozen thoughts.
She pulled my thighs apart and latched her mouth onto the nub of my clit, suckling and stimulating the knot of nerve endings, making my toes curl while my solar plexus unravelled with desire.

Simultaneously the ghostly fingers began plucking at my flimsy blouse to reveal a second puckered nipple for teasing torture.

I was driven up and forward by a wave of desire so strong, I couldn’t speak or cry out to resist the chilling ministrations.  Cassie seemed oblivious to the presence of a supernatural entity as she licked and sucked at my pussy while plunging her fingers in and out of me with a delicious, rhythmic squelching sound.  I could smell the tang of my arousal in the air, alongside a musty, stale smell, like clothes stored in the attic.  

The goosebumps raised on my exposed breasts were testament to the temperature contrast of our unexpected visitor, for Cassie’s face was warm against my thighs and her mouth burnt a hot trail around my labia with kisses and nibbles.  The lovejuice she drew from me was hot too.  She painted it around the ball of my clitoris and reached a soaking finger up to my mouth for me to taste.

I sucked on that finger hard, the pulse between my thighs building incessantly now, thumping in time with Cassie’s thrusts and the ghostly tugs on my tits.  I felt both worshipped and used, teased and tormented and my orgasm hit me like an express train!

“Oh Cassie, Oh Fuck!” I gasped, unable to stay quiet in the distress of its intensity.

My hips bucked and my juices flowed.  I gasped and groaned, thrusting at my best friend’s face and bearing down on her plunging fingers, which my pussy gripped in spasms which made my legs shake.

“Uuungh!” my words escaped me as darkness and colour swirled behind my eyes.  I felt laps of pleasure, like a beach feels the waves and I abandoned myself to an overload of sensation.

Cassie gradually rose to her feet, kissing my naked breasts as she straightened, she nuzzled their fleshy underside, working her way inwards to my nipples.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed, “you’re a pain slut.  I’ll have to remember that.”

I brought her face up to mine and kissed her gratefully, chasing the taste of my juices but savouring the familiar warmth of a human mouth.  I didn’t want to think too hard about what had kissed me before.

“Thank you Cassie, that was beautiful.”  I sighed, tears at the corners of my eyes from the intensity.  She reciprocated with tender lips and I pulled her close.

“What did you mean about pain?  You didn’t hurt me.”  I was puzzled by her last remark.

“Your nipples Lena.  Don’t be embarrassed, I like to pinch and twist mine too, but not until they bleed.  It’s all good though.”

“I don’t … Let’s go home.  Come back to mine and I’ll try to blow your mind!”

I didn’t want to wonder, or try to explain, I just needed to get away before the lusty spirit made its presence felt more strongly.  Why Cassie didn’t sense it, only me, I can’t say, but I felt sure it was feeding on our sexual energy and I intended to cut off its supply.

“Don’t you want to fuck me on this gravestone Lena?  This was your fantasy after all?”  

Cassie looked as if she might boost herself onto the hard surface, the slab engraved with the name of its occupant and the dates which bracketed his life and death.

“No Cassie, let’s leave … Edward Thackeray in peace.”  I peered at the letters, sensing a sigh nearby when I spoke his name aloud.  “We’ve all had fun tonight, that’s enough Hallowe’en mischief for one year.”

Interlacing fingers, we made our stumbling way back to the church gate and the dimly lit street beyond.

Story is submitted for #MasturbationMonday.  Click the link to see who else is participating.

Friday, 12 October 2018

Saturday has come round again so I'm very happy to share some more awesome links with you.  I start off by urging those who haven't already to visit #SinfulSunday - last week had the prompt "I Am ..." which inspired fabulous, inventive, sexy and sometimes knowingly amusing entries - great work everyone.

The links below are predominantly fiction posts, because that's what I like best!  They are followed by an interview with a talented independant author I've become increasingly aware of in recent months because her writing is intelligent and erotic, I recommend browsing her blog often, as there is so much free erotica on offer - many delicious series to follow!

Violet describes her love for books, especially sexy ones.

His Lordship crafts a tale of temptation and teasing where many things are not what they seem 

Jayne utilises an app to get her rocks off at the airport 

Kilted Wookie's sub anticipates her punishment 

What salacious things will happen to Cal as a result of this text? 

Relax and let your mistress hypnotise you Zebra Rose! 

A wonderful erotic dream/fantasy from Mrs Fever 

For the spooky month of October April's penned a pulp fiction rendition of one of my favourite types of erotica!

Nicci Haydon
  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

I needed somewhere to practice my writing. I had all these ideas for brief sexy stories, but I knew that writing them just for me wouldn’t push me to improve. Because other people can see my writing on my blog it forces me to try harder. And to try new things. To push the envelope.

  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

It’s mostly a collection of short erotica and occasional smutty poetry. But I also write articles from time to time - this is the area that I want to start working on more but I’m much more comfortable with fiction.

  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?

Three years apparently! I had no idea it had been that long. I’d say I’ve improved a lot over that time. If you look back at my early stories they were often lacking in structure and felt quite forced in terms of theme. I’m trying to push myself to better things all the time.

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

I guess I’m quite traditional. I like dildos and vibrators, but honestly I usually prefer my fingers to anything else. I like the tactileness of fingers, the fact that you’re feeling your own body and they’re also articulate and can hit the right places. I like to take my time when I masturbate, but then I do love to masturbate.

  • What’s your current sexuality?  At what age did you realise this was the right ‘fit’ for you?

My sexuality is quite fluid and trying to tie it down can be difficult. I’m definitely queer. I like men, I like women, I like non-binary people (and of course I include trans people in that list, no matter how they identify). But sometimes I can be totally off one and on for another. I can wake up and have no interest in men, and sometimes that can switch part way through the day. I’d say that happens less with women, but it does still happen.

  • What’s your preference - naked or “dressed up” for sex?  If dressed up, how so?

I love to feel good about myself and clothes are a huge part of that for me. Even if I’m working, so it has to be all business, I usually try to find office attire that at least shows me in my best light. And of course, what I’m wearing underneath is nobody’s business but mine. As for sex, I’m not a planner, so while I might well be wearing something lacy or stringy it’s unlikely to be specifically for the other person’s benefit.

  • Is there a kink or fantasy you’re yearning to try?

I’m attracted to the abstract idea of BDSM - ropes and floggers and particularly the tight clothing - but I’m definitely not dominant in any way and I have a hard time trusting people at the best of times, so the idea of submitting to someone else’s whims puts me off. Maybe one day, but for now I’ll stick to reading about it!

  • Name the fictional being or species you’d most like to have an encounter with:

Vampires. Vampires are sexy. I would love to be visited by a sultry lesbian vampire.

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?

I’ve only tried a couple of times, both solo. I kind of liked it, it was a bit kinky for me and the sensation was new. Would I try with a partner? Maybe. But the trust factor makes it unlikely.

  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?

I’ll admit this one really made me think. There are a lot of good scenes to choose from with a lot of nudity and a lot of same sex couples (who doesn’t like a good queer sex scene?). So, in the end what did I choose? Call me traditional yet again, but for me it’s the phenomenally sexy mid-point scene in Desperado. Not only are the two leads absolutely smoking hot, but the way the scene is depicted is stylish and sensual. It’s also a culmination for the characters and is followed by both action and a little bit of comedy. Perfect!

  • Do you watch porn?  

Oh yes. I love porn. Especially girl-on-girl but there’s a lot of really lovely guy/girl porn too. I don’t like gay male porn though, or not any that I’ve seen. The way it’s portrayed is often very rough, quite nasty and degrading. I don’t like that.

  • Before you go, please tell us 1 adult blog (aside from yours) which we must add to our reading list:

Mischa Eliot. Absolutely Mischa Eliot! If you’re not reading Mischa’s blog then I want to know why not. She’s a wonderful person, a true advocate for the community and a fantastic writer of erotica! (http://www.mischaeliot.com/)

Thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings! 

You can find all the links to Nicci's deliciously erotic writing on her blog  https://niccihaydon.com/
She is on Twitter as @NicciHaydon and her current story "Devil's Fingers" has me and many other readers squirming in our seats with equal parts horror and desire!

What I have shared this week:

#MasturbationMonday & #FlashFriday: A dark fantasy about a fuck-toy

I’m one of 6 finalists in Sent to Thrill’s writing competition : Storu D Layers of Lucy L: One woman’s journey to body confidence re-awakens her sexuality

A little too late to catch the #WickedWednesday meme, an ICYMI story: A bad girl goes shopping - warning! this may make you think about selfies in a different context!!