Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Trick or Treat? Halloween Party

I love to dress up!  Fact : It’s always more fun to dress up as someone bad!

The month of October is drawing to a close, the nights and early mornings have become chilly and the daylight hours have got shorter.  Even though it’s an American rather than an English tradition, there are halloween costumes for sale in shops and people are purchasing sweets in case ‘trick or treaters’ come knocking at their door.  Not where I live of course, my third floor flat is in the city amongst the bright lights of shops and fast-food take-aways, but I’m still excited because I have a party to get ready for tonight.

There will be booze instead of candy and we’ll all be wearing fancy dress.  My imagination runs riot as to the ‘tricks’ which will be played and the ‘treats’ which will be on offer! Mike’s escorting me - but as we’re only fuck-buddies, no strings attached, it’s really as friends to walk into the party and home with - we won't be cramping each other’s style!

I purchased tonight's outfit with care: I’m dressing as Ellie Driver, the deadly nurse from Kill Bill, complete with eye patch and fake syringe.  I’ve bought a long blonde wig and (my own addition) some fabulous high-heeled white pvc boots which lace up to the knee and of course I will be wearing white stockings and suspenders.  The short uniform will give lots of glimpses of my bare thighs disappearing up into the white nurse’s dress, which fits snugly, and the front zip will let me show more of my cleavage as the night grows wilder (it’s great to be a girl!)

The start of my preparations is having a lovely relaxing bath - my iPod is docked just outside the door so that I can hear music (Black Cherry by Goldfrapp sets a sexy tone).  There are candles arranged on the windowsill and shelf and with some drops of perfumed essence in the water, my skin will be moisturised and smell delicious: freesias and roses.  Towels are draped over the radiator so I step out of my silky chinese robe and into the bath.  Sinking into the heat of the warm water, I begin to relax and shrug off cares and worries. It’s the start of the weekend so I’m sipping a rum and coke, which I set carefully on the corner of the bath.

Drizzling liquid soap onto a bath scrunchy I begin to rub it over my arms in circular motions, moving to my chest and shoulders, I scrub around my breasts and watch my nipples rise to peaks, tingling with the abrasiveness of the nylon scrunchy,  I continue down to my stomach & buttocks, legs and thighs and finally around my feet. My legs were waxed yesterday, but my budget wouldn’t stretch to waxing anything else, so I get out a new razor and soap my armpits to shave them smooth.  I want to make my pussy completely hairless too, but that means standing up out of the water and it’s too deliciously warm just yet.  I turn on the hot tap with my talented toes and feel swirls of extra hot water curl around me, my breasts float and bob, rising to the top of the water with their own buoyancy, my nipples peek out, puckering a little in the cooler air.

Sipping my drink I let my head loll back on the edge of the bath.  I’m glad I’m wearing a wig tonight, it means I don’t have to fuss with my hair. I trail my fingers through the water, cupping my breasts and pinching one nipple at a time, feeling the zap of desire rush straight down to my core, which begins to moisten.  I twiddle and pull at my nipples, stretching them a little to feel a delicious burn, which makes me squirm with delight and press my thighs together.  I know what I want to do next, but I enjoy teasing myself!  I trail my finger down my flat belly and it’s fascinating how the sensitive skin jumps back, even at my own touch.  My exploring fingers have finally reached the edge of my pussy, the hair there is kept short, just a landing strip usually, with my bikini line shaved smooth so that I can wear minute knickers and thongs. Today I will become a wicked nurse with murder on her mind, I think my character would have it all shaved off.  I trail my fingers around the labia, which are swollen slightly from arousal and the warmth of the bath water.  I pinch and pull them to increase the blood supply then trail my fingers between the inner lips, I feel my own moisture, slick and slippery, making my fingers glide deliciously over and through my most sensitive flesh.

The more I stroke round and about my pussy, the more engorged and stiff my clit becomes, until its hood is peaking above my outer lips and I begin to focus more on touching and stroking it, on and around its nub.  I’ve instinctively spread my legs as wide apart as the bath allows and they are tensed against the sides.  My stomach too is braced, my core muscles set. I swirl a finger round and around my clit, occasionally dipping into my warm, slippery hole, and then return to smoothing and teasing this tiny little point in my pussy.  It becomes all I can think of, pleasing this demanding little peak of flesh, my rubbing becomes less gentle, more urgent.  I get flashes of colour and sparks behind my eyes, which are squeezed tight shut, and I am rubbing, pressing stroking, throbbing, cresting, until my arousal tips over into waves of pulses and aftershocks.  My whole body is swept through with warmth, then twitches and spasms;  my fingers are like prunes as I rinse the juices out of my pussy, barely able to touch my sensitive clit now I’ve cum.

I sip my drink and use my arms to push up out of the bath, my legs are still a little useless, I wonder if they will support me! I wrap myself in a towel.  With one foot on the side of the bath I use more liquid soap to lather up my pubes, then take the razor to follow carefully the curves of my inner thighs and outer lips, shaving them smooth.  I rinse the razor head often, then hold my skin as taut as possible, to shave without cutting - who wants to have an accident around their precious bits?!  Moving the mirror until it’s under me, on the edge of the bath, ensures that I do a thorough job.  I am delighted with the finished result and gently massage a few drops of baby oil onto my lips and mound.  It’s warming and it leaves a hint of a shine, too much rubbing and I’ll never be ready on time!

Having moisturised my legs & chest with a body cream (also scented with freesia and roses) and sprayed on deodorant, I drape myself in my oriental robe, which is just long enough to cover my buttocks, then begin applying foundation and make-up to my face.  I accentuate my eyes with lots of mascara, even though I’ll have a patch over one, but I want the real focus to be on my lips, which I paint pillar box red.  Make-up done, my hair in a low ponytail, I'm alerted by my entry phone.  I hurry to the door - it’s probably Mike.  We greet each other and I buzz him up, using the time it takes him to climb 3 flights of stairs to straighten up my bathroom and blow out the candles.

Mike’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when I open the door,  the cool air of the lobby makes my nipples shrink to hard points which he notices straight away!

“O M G Freya!  You look amazing!  Is that what you’re wearing?”

“Don’t be crazy Mike!”  I giggle and pull him over the threshold, “I haven’t even got dressed yet!”

”Don’t bother!”  he fondles my bare ass with one hand while hugging me close “I like this look: call girl in Bangkok!” he cups my breast and rubs a chilly thumb over my already hard nipple,  I need to bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“Want a drink?”  I dance away from his wandering hands into the tiny kitchen, and slosh some rum and coke into a glass for him.
"So what’s your costume?  Elvis?” I call out.

He’s wearing very clingy black leather trousers and a matching shirt with the collar turned up, his usually messy dark hair is gelled and slicked into a *quiff.

“I like it.” I nod appreciatively as he turns to let me see the rear view - his bum looks toned and firm in the tight material, then he looks over his shoulder and raises one eyebrow at me and my stomach does a flip.

“You’ve got the moves Mike!” I laugh.  “Make yourself at home with the TV, I won’t take much longer.  There’s not a lot else to put on!”  I let my voice get low and sultry.  Mike makes another grab for my bare behind, but I yelp and move out of reach, into the bedroom where I’ve laid out my clothes.

To be continued ... in next week's #WickedWednesday.  Follow the link to see what others are posting for this week's prompt : Tradition.  
* Quiff = Pompadour
Some of my Dark Darlings may recognise the central character - Freya - I've also written a  story following her while she shops for underwear, sending selfies to her lover.

Monday, 30 July 2018

Racy Red

Why does red scream sexy?  

Is it conditioning?  Is it because red is often put forward as the colour of love?  Cast your mind back to any Valentines’ day display you’ve ever seen and, depending on the shop, it’s all red roses, red lingerie, red helium balloons or cakes with red icing or red heart shapes in the decoration.

Is it linked to the ‘Red Light Districts’ a term coined for the areas where you can engage a sex worker in big cities?  In Amsterdam, for instance, a red-light in a window/ on a premises would indicate that a prostitute was available for hire.

Red-light district - Wikipedia

A red-light district or pleasure district is a part of an urban area where a concentration of prostitution and sex-oriented businesses, such as sex shops, strip clubs, and adult theatres are found. ... The term red-light district originates from the red lights that were used as signs of brothels.

Strippers, burlesque and other exotic dancers frequently wear red, or black and red. One only has to browse any sexy clothing ranges to see that red and black are the strong favourites colour wise.  I’ve heard it quoted that red is the colour of underwear most frequently purchased by men for their lovers … and most frequently returned by the giftees for an ‘easier’ colour to wear.  I was brought up to think that ‘fast women’ wore red, perhaps because it shouts “look at me!” and you have to have a certain confidence to carry it off.  Nature has an influence here too - redness or swelling often indicates in mammals that they are primed and fertile.  This fertility message had been watered down to red clothing being an indicator that it’s wearer was “up for it”!  However. in these enlightened times, what someone wears is not a gauge of their receptiveness to advances, and certainly not permission!

I read a fascinating article recently by a high class call girl. In it she stated that a manicure in any other colour than pillar box red strikes the wrong note with her customers.  I know many friends who were not allowed to paint their nails red in their teenage years, or wear bright red lipstick.  Yes red lipstick can be considered ‘classic’

But it can also be considered tarty or sexually aggressive.

In my own relationship, if my OH admires my red nails, I know the other half of the sentence (left unsaid) is that would make your hand look sexy gripping my dick.  Similarly if I wear a read lippy (fairly unusual for me) he will look quite perky or remark on it looking hot and I know (again unsaid) that he’s imagining watching me giving him a blowjob, my red lips livid round his cock!  As lipstick was invented in makeup terms to mimic the full blood-flow to the lips caused by a woman’s high state of arousal/orgasm, I guess that message of ‘sexy’ is one that nature has planted in us.

Here is a quick history of lipstick, from it being banned, to prostitutes wearing it until finally Hollywood stars made it mainstream. 

None of this answers my question as to why red is considered a sexy colour per se.  Who doesn’t think of fast cars (Ferrari, Porsche) in shiny fire engine red as sexy?  Also flashy, I’ll grant you, but aren’t we often drawn to that self assured, cocky, I-know-what-I-want-and-I’m-going-to-get-it attitude?

Does red subliminally say hot to us?  Or danger?  Aren’t most poisonous berries in nature red to warn birds and mammals not to eat them?  So are we being subliminally drawn to the danger?  It depends on our culture of course, because to the Chinese red is the colour of luck (thus frequently used in decoration).  Red has also been used to represent power - on crowns and robes worn by royalty, and research seems to show that the message given out by a male wearing red or owning red things is power, which is often considered sexy.

Stop - Wait. These connotations are also projected using red via the medium of ‘signage’, another warning of danger.  How about when a red ribbon is used as a presentation aid - for a very special gift or a rosette for first place?  In history many parchment documents were stamped and sealed with red wax and secured with red ribbon - the colour has a connotation of importance and gravitas.  Once again, to those of us who like to show bravado or rebellion by walking a fine line or flouting the rules, red has an allure, quite possibly sexual.

So, when your lover deliberately dresses for you in shades of red, no matter whether the fabric is satin, lace, leather, latex, lycra or sequins, sit up and pay attention.  They are possibly sending you a message of seduction, an invitation to be reckless, a signal that they’re feeling slutty or that the interaction is going to get hot … or maybe you just got lucky!

I hope you enjoyed this post, the pictures are from Pixabay & Bondara. If anyone wants to send me something sexy and red to wear I’m a size 12/M, my bust is 34DD and my shoe size is 39!

This piece is part of the #Masturbation Monday meme - why not check out the other hot posts?  Also check out what my blogging friend melody wrote after reading my thoughts on the colour red.

Friday, 27 July 2018

#SoSS - It's Saturday and the Weekend Starts Here!!

Hello my Dark Darlings, my 'hot' blogging shares for this week are as follows:-

Ria welcomes a long lost Dom back into her life

Eve's stream of consciousness touches on all the RC taboos

Floss explores and sets out her feelings of lust for her sub

Isabelle lifts the lid on what went on during an evening with the Scarlet Ladies

Krutika's realisation that she was bisexual helped her learn how to have the sex she really wanted

Next I'd like to introduce you to a very talented blogger (if you don't know her already) who writes killer erotica - definitely one to watch for the #SmutMarathon - Cara Thereon

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

Decide seems like a strong word. It was more I happened to transition into it. I moved from one blogging platform to another about the same time I found I had an interest in spanking/kink. My vanilla blog got a little kinkier, where I filled it with my fantasies and my beginning explorations in spanking. I simply wrote more kink things.


  • What’s behind the title of your blog or your blogging “name”?

The thing that made me “Cara” was almost being outed to my family. Long story short, someone who was following my blog before I started writing kink tried to expose me. I needed to move, and am not super creative in other areas of my life, so I had to come up with a name. Cara Thereon is an anagram of my given name and has become very much who I feel I am in life.

  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

Kink, erotica, and occasional writer’s block.

  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?

Cara Thereon is about 5 years old. That’s from Wordpress.com to self hosting.

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

I don’t have a favorite honestly. Vibrators of any kind work as long as they are strong enough.

  • If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the 1 adult toy you’d take with you: 

Go with traditional as above, a strong bullet  vibrator.

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

Bisexual and it’s taken me until recently to really be aware of and okay with that label. I’ve always struggled a bit with my sexuality and the moral constraints placed on me.

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

Naked. No need to beat around the bush!

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

I know this isn’t everyone’s cuppa, but a consensual nonconsent (rape) fantasy.

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

A werewolf. That would be hot and dirty in all the ways that make me squirm.

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?

Yay! I wish I was having more if it, frankly. The right partner makes it feel amazing.

  • Sex needn’t always be serious - do you have a funny moment to share?

Not really, but I can think of all the fun farty noises my body has made right in the middle of sex. Those are always good for a laugh.

  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

Oh sexting can definitely be fun! It can add such intensity to a long distance relationship. Words get me revved up with easy, so I’m a big fan of doing it.

  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?

Super cliche, but one is the scene in Secretary where he spanks her that first time. As someone who looooves being spanked it was hot and a little uncomfortable.

  • Do you watch porn?  

I used to not for a variety of reasons, and now I do enjoy it when I go to have a solo session. It makes it easy to put yourself in the video and imagine you’re having those naughty things done to you.

  • Nominate your favourite adult film:

I don’t have a favorite adult film. Unless you count the times I get to watch DomSigns and Molly play on Skype. Now that is a good porno.

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

Just one?!? Oh no! There’s so many good blogs I follow that picking just one seems mean. Hannah Lockhardt's is a good blog to explore for awesome erotica.

Cara, thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings! 
You can follow Cara on Twitter or visit her blog where you could sign up to follow her

Finally, what I have shared this week is:

#MasturbationMonday:  ...That Party with the Sauna

#WickedWednesday:  Lazy Vacation Lust

ICYMI:  Erotic fiction in 2 parts - an erotic homage to Bridget Jones' Diary
(1)  Diary of Joni Bridges 2017
(2)  Diary of Joni Bridges 2017, Further Extract

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Lazy Vacation Lust

It’s the middle of the day (already making me feel decadent about a roll in the hay!) and I’m fresh from the shower, my sun kissed skin sensitised: from exposure to the tropical heat but slightly moistened from the aftersun I’ve rubbed in.  Admittedly, while I rubbed the fragranced lotion into the tops of my thighs, around my buttocks and near to the lips of my pussy I had to exert steely willpower not to let slick fingers glide into my moist depths.  The burning sun had beat down on my mons all morning like a super trouper spotlight, whilst my book, with it’s cat and mouse BDSM theme, had my pulse beating deep in my core.

I was ready for him, Oh God was I ready, and I set out the toys within easy reach on the big white altar of a hotel bed.  He lay there, eyes twinkling with anticipation, his muscled arms looking strong and capable as he watched my preparations.

“I like this,” he smiled, stroking the lapel of the white waffle dressing gown.  

Our eyes met, while his hand snaked between the lapels and tweaked my nipple.  My instinct was to duck away (why? Cos usually we’re in a rush/ have others in the house) but today I sat still, allowing him access.  This was our time, nobody would interrupt us and sex was surely on the agenda!  The french doors were open, floor length curtains blowing lazily in the breeze, and 8 floors up, the gentle crash of the waves on the sandy shore made a white noise backdrop.

I shucked off the robe and commenced licking at his member, it was semi-hard already so I watched in fascination as the ministrations of my tongue and lips made it taut and elongated.  He smelt fresh and clean, recently showered, leg and chest hair retaining moisture in their curls.  I sucked and tugged at the flap of foreskin that cradled the head of his glans, there would be no looseness to play with once he grew to full size, but while I could I teased it, hearing sighs of satisfaction above my head.

Circular tin of arousal balm in hand, I teased and tickled his pink nipples with the grease and gently blew on them, letting its menthol component shrink them to stiff, sensitive points.  Back to his cock and balls, I licked and sucked, nibbling my exploratory way around the entire region.  Even I didn't know when I would be lustily sucking or teasingly nipping!  It’s a cat and mouse game we both loved and he was groaning as I sank my mouth over him, drawing his full length into the cavern of my mouth while reaching up with both hands to tweak and twist at his nipples.

It’s hard to concentrate on doing both things well, so 80% of effort went into giving him head, while nipple stimulation was a bit haphazard, but he likes it rough so tugging is good!  I love the feeling of his hot meat filling my throat and I could feel my own moisture gathering.  As I parted my legs to straddle his pelvis, the air against my opening pussy felt shockingly cool.  I settled my heated folds onto his penis, pressing him down, teasing my clit against him while I focused fully on his aureola.

Suck, nibble and pull - my teeth and mouth made tiny movements to torture the darkened flesh.  I sucked at him, imagining I was pulling at my own nipples, sending sparks of fire radiating out from the tissues, a hot-line of sensation to his groin (I hoped).  Fixing my lips wide around one nipple I pulled hard,  I wanted to feel it drawing into my mouth, filling it.  I tried to drag blood into the tiny area, to make it tingle and ache, heavy with need for the fucking we would both enjoy.

He groaned.  “Don’t stop.”  Trust me, I wouldn't!

I reached out for the little black anal plug, coating its surface with lube. In my spread position over his thighs, my pussy slick with my own cream, it slipped easily in place and I enjoyed the sensation, the invasion, the pressure.  I felt like his dirty whore, I wanted to fill all my holes, only one had been neglected so far!  So I raised myself on my knees, letting his cock spring up firm and eager.  It’s head was purpled with lust, its girth coated with my juices and my pussy clenched at the sheer joy of knowing that I was welcoming it home.  I reached one hand behind me to hold the itty bitty butt plug in place before centring his cock at my entrance then sinking down in a rushing, satisfying thrust.

Speared, impaled on his manhood - I paused to feel the full joy, the shocks and throbs as he stretched and filled me.  This was our first foray into dual penetration and the pleasure was not to be rushed.  I opened my eyes to see him looking up at me, trust, anticipation and lust all transmitted in his gaze.  I commenced the sinking and raising motion - reminiscent of a merry go round pony, but oh the pleasure from that slippery pole!  Reaching back to hold the plug in place it was almost as if I was holding myself together, while the climax built swiftly, intensely.  My heated clitoris was engorged and rubbing, my sphincter muscles were throbbing and bouncing my pleasure back on itself and before I knew it I was cumming, and he was groaning.  We exploded, bursting our pleasure against each other’s, our climaxes simultaneous, they washed over us in waves.  I kept moving but my bobbing became less frenzied, I watched my breasts swaying and looked down at my pelvis, still joined with his, oozing globs of our emissions.

I dismounted and rolled to the side, I hadn’t remembered to set out tissues and I would have to fetch them from the bathroom, but not just yet … my legs were made of jelly!

This post was inspired by the prompt "Lust" 
for this week's #WickedWednesday 
Do visit to see what others have submitted for this meme.

Monday, 23 July 2018

...That Party with the Sauna

My friend Judy was very attractive, girls could see it, lads knew it!  She looked like a china doll: rosebud lips, peaches and cream complexion and platinum blonde hair - a la Marilyn Monroe.  Her figure was also like Marilyn’s, nipped in waist, a bubble butt and full round breasts - oh yeah everybody noticed those - she often went bra-less!  Judy had it going on, even a sweet personality - you could try to hate her, but it wouldn’t be easy!

Tell me girls - if you’ve ever had a friend this attractive, has it made you feel less so?  Judy made me feel very un-girly - not ugly but all her curves made me feel very straight up and down, her daintiness made me feel clumsy.  When she finished with her boyfriend I didn’t hesitate to suggest she came to live at my flat, but I began to question the wisdom of my decision when my BF was around, because she awakened the ‘caveman’ in him.  I wasn’t sure she was consciously flirting with him, but he was definitely responding.

That weekend we went to a party - a guy we knew was living on a remote farm with his Finnish wife - all our friends from the pub were all invited.  It was going to get messy because the farm was fairly ramshackle, most of the gang lived at home with their parents, so hadn’t learned proper respect for others’ property.  People were car-sharing to avoid driving, or were staying the night so they could drink.  We invited Judy to come with us, but my BF would drive us home - with the flat he and I were already away from the scrutiny of parents!

The party was fancy dress, so I helped Judy dress-up like a gangster!  In a boy’s grey suit, with a white shirt & tie straining to contain her ample breasts, we drew on a moustache and gave her a trilby hat to wear. She looked smoking!  Her big cornflower blue eyes popped under the shade of the hat, the boyish cut of the flannel suit could not disguise those curves.  I wore a black mini skirt with a red side zip which unfastened from hem up to the waistband, so I could show lots of leg.  Teamed with red stilettos, stockings & suspenders, a black lace vest top over a black bra, I fiercely channelled Madonna!  I don’t remember what my BF wore, but he was proud as punch to have two ‘hotties’ to squire to the party!

We arrived at the farm to find it as basic as I’d expected!  Our host had already fused the whole house earlier, in his efforts to provide party music!  We dumped our contributions of beer in the kitchen then went to join the rest of the gang.  I introduced Judy, almost immediately the lone males in our group started ‘sharking’ around her, solicitously ensuring her glass did not go empty and showing off their dance moves.  

The girls gave Judy wary eyes, but I didn’t read too much into that, they did that to me too (all lived near our pub, I was considered an outsider, brought in by my BF who was a local boy.)  I’m painting the picture that I didn’t have a friend among the girls, because I actually felt happier that day with a girlfriend riding shotgun for me.  

Most people had not tried very hard with their fancy dress costumes, but I remember one guy wore a lady’s up-to the-neck nightie, he flashed us with a posing pouch sporting eyes and and a nose!

I mentioned that the guy who lived on the farm married a girl from Finland: this is relevant because the first thing in his renovation schedule had been creating a steam room in the basement to make his wife feel at home.  At previous parties - I’d always considered it an imposition - people had disappeared off and had a sneaky sauna.  Suddenly Judy was pulling my arm and giggling:

“Come with me, we’re having a sauna!” 

I was fuzzy with drink, stumbling along after her, not even sure who was joining us in the steam room.  My BF was close behind, delighted that for once I’ve thrown caution to the wind.  Once in the tiny panelled room my eyes darted from Judy to Kevin - she had not chosen one of the single guys!  I looked at my BF to gauge his reaction, but the guys were busy messing about with the temperature.  We all removed our bottom halves, Judy’s knickers were fishnet, so I noticed she’s a natural blond!  I was getting cold feet right now, but the air’s so hot and dry, my throat feels baked once the door is closed - this is happening!.  My friend seemed elated and the guys are really up for it, I can’t be the party-pooper.

Fuck it was hot!  I didn’t know how to deal with the heat, but Judy and Kevin started kissing.  While I’m gobsmacked, my BF was inspired to start trying the same with me!  But I could hardly breathe - not a scenario which inspires passion!  I wished I could breathe fresh air, it felt like I was suffocating.  Next moment Judy was stripping off - underneath her white shirt she wore a matching fishnet bra. Viewing her boobs in that gave even me a twinge!  Kevin couldn’t believe his luck, they kissed and fondled.  My BF encouraged me to take my top off, so I reached behind me to unhook my bra and pull it through the arm-holes of my black lace singlet.  It felt odd being able to see another couple getting intimate and knowing they could see and hear us too!

Suddenly there were fists banging on the sauna door!

“Kevin are you in there?” it was a girl’s voice. “He’s in there I know he is... with that bitch Amelia brought!”

Well, the shit’d hit the fan, just like I knew it would.

“Kevin’s not in here,” my BF called out.  “It’s just me and Amelia.”

There are muffled female voices outside the door.

“Kevin, are you in there?” she didn’t believe us.

Judy and Kevin were panicking, but there was no way to hide or to get away, we just had to bluff it out.

“It’s just me and Trevor,” I called out, hating that I was involved in this lie.  At the same time wondering how Judy and Kevin thought this would play out.

“I fucking know that blonde bitch is in there!” Kevin’s girlfriend raged, but her voice faded,  someone pulled her away.

Kevin dragged his jeans on, despite the sweltering heat, while my BF whispered to Judy that there’s a window in the adjoining changing room, so she could slip outside unseen.  Kevin exited the sauna to make up some story that he was elsewhere (if his sweaty torso didn’t give him away) while we waited a few minutes before exiting the sauna to boost Judy out of the window.  She had her clothes bundled in her arms and it was dark outside. We planned to make our excuses and leave; hopefully Judy could dress and make her way to the car unseen.  

We avoided eye contact with Kevin as we rejoined the party in the living room, then moved into the kitchen in search of our host to apologise for having an impromptu sauna.  He was quite laid back about it, but I became aware of the pinched face of Kevin’s girlfriend across the room, giving me daggers.  She broke off from tearing Kevin a new one to ask where Judy was, calling her plenty of unpleasant names.  I said I didn’t know, acting like I thought she’d been dancing in the living room. I could tell she didn’t buy it.

My BF and I hurried to the car, calling out for Judy in low whispers. She came running join us, made pale and luminous by the moonlight.  As we piled into my BF’s beaten up car and bumped down the dirt track towards the main road we were full of bravado about the night’s events.  

I viewed Judy a little more warily around my BF after that. Clearly a guy already having a girlfriend did not say ‘hands off’ to her, so I was relieved when she got herself a room to rent, and later a boyfriend of her own.

My story for #MasturbationMonday was sparked by reading a piece on the various connotations of 'swinging' which you may find of interest.  Charlton would love people to share their experiences with him in his comments section.  
I'd love my story to inspire my Dark Darlings to share cringy situations they've got into!
Images shown are sourced from Pixabay

Friday, 20 July 2018

Sharing our Shizzle, Deal with It!!

Hello my Dark Darlings!  Well the summer vacation has officially begun, so for this week's #SoSS let's jump straight into the sparkling water and get our feet wet!  Some great links will follow of articles and stories and pictures which have entertained me this week - I hope you feel the same about them!

http://pieces-of-jade.com/2018/07/18/baby-baby-i-hear-a-symphony/  Look out!  This post is quite inter-active!

https://books1799.wordpress.com/2018/07/18/come-on-eileen/  Beautifully timed to follow the Twitter discussion on including the use of condoms in our erotica, Pons does so very appropriately and, in fact, enhanced the plot with its inclusion!

My next delightful job is to introduce you to a blogger who is fairly new to me, discovered from the wilds of the #Summer100, a great meme which Isabel is hosting. Some of my favourite bloggers are writing more, and some new blogging voices are being heard, such as the Barefoot Sub, who has bared her soul in the interview below.

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

I asked Sir for some things to do to maintain the connection during his long absences. Among other things he tasked me with creating a blog. I knew nothing of this world when he asked me to get started, and I am blown away at how much I enjoy the community.  

  • What’s behind the title of your blog or your blogging “name”?

From the outset of rediscovering my kinks Sir would encourage me to take leaps of faith. Starting the blog was another “Leap of Faith”. The barefoot sub is a name that just fits. It came to me at the end of another night where I had started the night in heels and ended up walking around in my bare feet.  

  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

My blog is the story of how I became the woman I am today. From a fragile abused wife to a strong, independent and bloody-minded hedonist. 
I am also enjoying engaging in the various regular memes and getting to know people from around the  blogging community

  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?

I started my blog in January this year, so a little over six months.

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

Do I really only get to pick one? I love hitty things. But then I love rope. And there are so many buzzy and insertable toys… E-stim! Oh yes… 

Oh hang on, Candles. Nope, I can’t do it, I can’t choose.

  • If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the 1 adult toy you’d take with you:

I would take many hanks of nylon rope. I have hands that I could use, I could fashion hitty things and insertables. But if I was on my own on a desert island I would need mental stimulation, entertainment and hugs. In the absence of arms a rope hug is very welcome.

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

I have struggled with this for a very long time. I would class my sexuality as submissive. I love to have sex with men and women with a preference for cock. I am Sir’s slut, and love the way that I am free to be myself with him and his guidance, but without the power exchange I could almost class myself as a-sexual. 

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


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

There are so many, but my long term goal is needle suspension.

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

The Greek God Priapus. He was a minor rustic fertility god, protector of flocks, fruit plants, bees and gardens and known for having an enormous penis. 

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?

Yay, yay and more yay!!

  • Sex needn’t always be serious - do you have a funny moment to share?

When I was about 17 I met a man in a club and we got on very well. So well, in fact, that I took him to a field near my house when the club kicked out. We ended up rolling in the field stark naked, until I started to swell up like a balloon. I suffered with severe hay fever, and my exposed skin was not coping well with the intense dose of pollen. Poor fella, I’m not sure he knew what to do! Mind you, it wasn’t the last I saw of him so a swollen, itchy and blotchy me obviously didn’t deter him.

  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

Done well it is something I enjoy. If it is any less than excellent then I loathe it.

  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?

Very Bad Things has a great scene where a bachelor party goes horribly wrong. It is incredibly hot, up until the point where the stripper ends up hanging from her skull on a bathroom hook.

  • Do you watch porn?  

I do love watching porn, I like sharing what I have found with Sir and others as well. 

  • Nominate your favourite adult film:

I have only seen Secretary in the adult film category on IMDB so by that logic that has to be my favourite. I really need to watch Shamed though. Michael Fassbender? Um-hmmm...

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

I found A Kinky Autistic this week, and they make up part of my #SOSS. A lot of thought provoking content over there.

Thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings!  I hope you enjoyed our peek behind the curtain at the real "Barefoot Sub", she has certainly laid herself quite bare.  You can follow her:

On Twitter: @thebarefootsub
On Instagram:  the_barefoot_sub

But you probably won't recognise her down at the supermarket from this picture she's included!

This week I have shared:

e-Lust:  My #SinfulSunday image "Candy Shop" is on the sidebar for this month!  E-Lust is a great sharing/showcasing vehicle organised by @Molly'sDailykiss

I won't have much internet access next week, so may be unable to share any content, but the ideas will be ticking over in my head!  Take care Dark Darlings!

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

... From Vampy's Toybox!

Hey guys it’s Vampy Valentine here! Since it’s national emoji day I thought I’d write a review of my “Ohh! Moji” bullet vibrator. 😉

You see I have a bit of a collection of toys and vibrators, some of which are luxury items, but I find myself using this little beauty over and over. 😍

This little beauty is even waterproof which is just a plus for me! Since I like making bath time fun again! 💦

This bullet is powerful! Needing only one AAA battery (which by the way was included) this baby really packs a punch!👊🏻

The size makes the “Ohh! Moji” bullet vibrator very convenient and easy to use. No cords, no awkward bulk, yet it's large enough that you won't lose your grip! You can easily get this precisely where you want it with no faffing about.

It’s really easy to turn on and use the 10 different functions, you just press the small button at the base. Turning it off is the hard part - you have to really push down and hold the button for like 10 seconds, at first I really struggled to do it 😂

If you need simple strong vibration, and a take anywhere size, this is seriously good👍

This vibrator was gifted to me by Rocks Off but this review is Vampy's unbiased opinion  - what she thinks, I print!  This model may have been discontinued because I can no longer find it on their site - which is a shame, but they do others which are similarly small and precise & battery powered.

I, however, was influenced by the discrete size and fun design of the “Ohh! Moji” bullet vibrator, and featured it in my story She Dares Me, which you can read for yourself here.  It was a #WickedWednesday submission on 6 June 2018.

To see who is participating in this week's #WickedWednesday meme click here.

Sunday, 15 July 2018

Sizzling Sequel - Hot Holiday Reading

I will admit there are slight downsides to reading on a Kindle or similar e-reader, but not many!  

  • You can’t go into a charity shop and get a pre-loved book for 10/20/50p, but if you follow the Kindle daily deals there are often books for 79/99p or £1.50 - sometimes a whole set of books for a ridiculously cheap price!

  • I don’t know what the cover looks like, I frequently forget the title or the author!  Not because they aren’t there in the Kindle format, but just because you don’t see them every time you pick up your e-reader, so this information doesn’t get drummed into your head.

  • It is hard to lend or pass on a book you have loved to someone else when it is in your e-reader’s library (although I have heard that you can gift it to another person, I have not worked out how to do it yet).  

The ‘organising’ side of me loves to make little category headings and put my e-novels under these headings once I’ve read them.  If a book has not been read yet I leave it at the front as a basic list - my To Be Read list goes on for about 7 pages!!

The ‘impatient’ side of me loves to find a book, purchase it online and be reading it moments later, because it’s already downloaded into my Kindle!

Have I convinced you to move onto e-books?  How about not knowing the meaning of a word and being able to check it by underlining it with the cursor?  

Did you know you can ‘bookmark’ favourite bits, or enter comments - that would have helped me studying English Literature!!  And now I can flag up my favourite '1-handed read' sections!  

Anyway, onto part 2 of the wankfest of literature I recommend for holiday reading!

  • Dirty Filthy Rich Men (Dirty Duet Book 1) : Laurelin Paige

You might have heard of Laurelin Paige before - perhaps you loved the ‘Fixed’ series. [I enjoyed book 1 but began to lose patience during book 2 as I’m not too keen on the I love him / I hate him see-saw these romances often utilise, but if you like it, that series has gone to 5 books!]

Dirty Filthy Rich Men has a strong BDSM theme, which we discover fairly early on, but our heroine Sabrina is at a loss to understand why she is so responsive to it.  The tale starts at college when Sabrina is obsessed with 1 particular boy - Weston King, rich and successful but a playboy.  She wants him to notice her but instead she comes onto the radar of 2 other guys who may not be so good for her (there is a non-consensual sex incident fairly early on which may trigger some people).  Now she is ‘in’ with the rich guys but just as quickly she falls out of their world and cannot get back on her scholarship.

Ten years later, when Sabrina’s carved a successful career for herself, she bumps into her college dreamboat;  before she knows it she is back with the rich, powerful guys again.  This time she will deal with them better, she’s more worldly wise and also on their level - but she is fooling herself.  Sabrina is not prepared for their cut-throat manoeuvres, either in the boardroom or the bedroom. She soon finds herself in over her head, torn between the playboy and the bad-boy obsessive, but not wanting the game to stop.

Sabrina: “I suppose you’re going to tell me what you do like.”
Donovan: “Oh, Sabrina, I think you know.”
S: Teeth, I thought.  Nails. “I think I don’t care.”
D: “Biting.  Nipping.  Nothing too soft.  Something with a bit of pressure.”
S: Vividly I could remember the way he’d reacted to my fingers digging in his back. “I’m not paying attention.”
D: “You will.”

I was sorry (on reaching the end of the book) to realise it needed a sequel to conclude, but it’s already available and I DO want to know more about Sabrina, Weston and Donovan (who is totally my dream man, with his intelligence and his colouring, his take charge attitude ... although his hot/cold behaviour might have me running in the opposite direction!) so I'll read on.

  • Blood of the Eternal Moon  :  Simon Oneill

I discovered @SimononeillAuthor through Twitter.  He started following me quite early on and I thought ‘Whoops, this vanilla guy is following me by mistake!’  How wrong could I be?!  Simon has written several novels and some are being turned into scripts for films or TV shows.  I asked him which I’d like most, so because he’d read a supernatural erotic short story I wrote (for @PixieHeartblog’s competition last year) this novel was his recommendation.  Ideal as I’m slightly obsessed with vampires!

The book is predominantly set in France in 1925, when WWII is foreshadowed.  A young woman is on the brink of reaching her ‘eternal vampire’ state, but she has kept imprisoned by Lucien, a sick and twisted individual who is obsessed with her, yearning for her love and devotion which she doesn’t reciprocate.  Lucien seems to be bipolar, his alter ego is the evil Count who's followed delicate ‘Rose’ down the centuries where she has been both muse and destroyer to many iconic historical figures.

Rose maintains her innocence despite the horror, gore and menace which surrounds her life:  to know her is to be consumed with love for her and to develop a need for the power she wields. Delicate Rose’s tragedy is that her she has a soul mate ‘Edouard’, who keeps reincarnating only to die at some other’s hands before they can unite for all eternity.

This book is a tour de force of historical references, and sexual perversions tethered within a tense love triangle.  So many kinks are touched on, not just supernatural sexual liaisons with vampires demons and witches, but lesbianism, imprisonment, blood play, D/s and non-consensual sex, (I may even have missed a few!)  The sheer drama and energy of the book is fantastic, especially the final chase, but the threads of realism woven throughout ground it.  I could easily imagine this as a big budget film or a series (in the style True Blood or the Originals) - there are larger than life characters a-plenty to populate it!

  • Hunter:  A Snow White Romance (Stud Ranch Standalone Book 2) : Stasia Black

Followers of my blog will know that I love taking a fairy tale and twisting it so it’s erotic and it fits in our modern world - Stasia has done this but to novel length!

It follows the story of Isobel Snow who goes on the run to escape her step-mother, just days after her father’s death, as her sanity is threatened & she's likely to be accused her assault.  She has suffered this cruelty began since she was a child and the gaslighting touches on the theme of body dysmorphia, so it's no wonder the poor girl has confidence and trust issues.

She flees to a horse rescue ranch and en route encounters Hunter - a heartbroken widower who is bowled over by her loveliness, so a hot night of passion is shared.  

Much tension ensues when Isobel is forced to work as Hunter’s intern, because the next day Isobel is shamed by their 1 night stand, while Hunter is convinced that Isobel has lied to him and actually is a rich spoilt city girl.  Their standoff makes for huge sexual tension and some hilariously cringey veterinary incidents straight from James Herriot’s books!  

The mismatched crew of young guys who work at the ranch are a rough facsimile of the 7 dwarves (although they sound like a hunky boy-band line up to me!)  Will Isobel and Hunter's mutual attraction win through? or will Isobel become a target of love from one of the motley crew who work at the horse rescue where she’s resident?

Of course, knowing Snow White’s story, I kept wondering how the ‘wicked stepmother’ would try to kill her with a modernised apple; was Hunter the prince who’d awaken her from near-death with a kiss?  

I promise you hot scenes with (with an anal play theme) this book starts with sex (although it's a pity fuck) and it does not stop delivering!  Every few pages there is a new explosively erotic encounter. Hunter is dominant, while Isobel is feisty, yet she finds herself yearning to be possessed by him in every way, if only she can let go and trust.

There has been much discussion on Twitter about predictable and off-putting covers for erotic novels, - this book unfortunately has a typical one - a ‘beefcake’ with no relation to anyone central to the plot - he should put his shirt on and go back to the gym!

My twisted fairy tales are as follows:

To see others who have submitted their posts under the #MasturbationMonday theme, week 202 follow the link