Wednesday, 17 October 2018

Purple Prose




Hello my dark darlings - for #WickedWednesday I may have to feed you some morsels of erotica I have been working on, because my focus has been on them rather than writing something on the theme of 'purple' which Marie Rebel has put forward this week.  

I will spill, however, that purple is my favourite colour and I'd definitely love to have more sex toys in this colour!  It's funny, the favourite colours with toy makers seems to be hot pink or black, but I'd love a few purple items in my 'self-pleasure' arsenal!!

I'd also love a set of purple lingerie - silk, satin and lace - they all look good in purple and it is a colour which can be trimmed with black, white or grey.  I also think dark purple stockings (sheer or fishnet) would look great.  I saw so many wonderful colours when I was shopping in Camden last week but I can't remember seeing any in dark violet - shame!

I love purple for decorating too - my bedroom is two pastel shades of purple and my bedding is purple too - not the dark aubergine I used to have, more of a heather purple which I have co-ordinated with cream and beige.


Here is an excerpt of a story I'm crafting with a mild BDSM theme:

As the whippy end of the crop rained blows on the curved flesh of my buttocks, upturned and tilted for his pleasure and easy access, I began to enter subspace, drifting away from the harsh bite of leather against my flesh, I became wrapped in a blanket of submission and obedience.  I often felt drunk from serving X, prostrating myself to his desires and debasements, my slit got wet simply hearing him groan or gasp with arousal.



This is a section of action which I cut out of a recent story:

His smooth hands grasped my buttocks and he pulled me onto his face.  I let out a low groan as his tongue snaked past the sodden lace of my thong to penetrate my tender folds.  Against my heat his probing tongue felt almost cool.  It took all my self control not to mash my pussy against his face.  Instead I allowed him to suckle and tease my pleasure bud, alternately thrusting as deep inside me as he could.  Waves of pleasure radiated through me, stoking the fires of my arousal to fever pitch.



One story I've been writing features the gorgeous purple flogger I won in a competition run by LittleSwitchBitch  - so lets finish with a snippet of that:

I switched the flogger for the paddle, slapping down onto his nipple.  He sucked in a surprised breath.  I carried on, sometimes with paddle swats, sometimes flogger lashes, some blows gentle and some were meant to sting.  He never knew what was coming yet enjoyed being at the mercy of my whims.  His pectorals looked rosy, his stiff cock bobbing and twitching, its engorged tip shiny.  

He groaned out a request to flog his balls more often, making him spasm and groan.  The precum flowed copiously so his moans were definitely of pleasure!



Click on the link to see who else is participating in the meme with prompt 333.


Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Latest: Elust #111 October 2018

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Photo courtesy of A Leap of Faith

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.

Poetry

-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!!

Thursday, 11 October 2018

ICYMI : Sexy Selfie Foreplay

Selfie Women Sexy Sexy Woman Bella Model D


Wish you were Here or (Shopping with a Bad Girl)



I love to shop : fact.  
I love to flirt : fact.  
I love sexy underwear : fact.


On this particular weekday afternoon I had no lectures so I was browsing round the shops looking at things I probably didn’t need, toying with the idea of spending money I really didn’t have.  I was in a big shopping mall with a glassy roof and plenty of high street stores and I was in a good mood.  No - scratch that!  I was feeling playful and a little bit horny.  I browsed the rails of clothes in bright jewel colours, which designers always seemed to want girls to wear as the season moved from summer to autumn.  I kept selecting gorgeous silky dresses and filmy, see-through blouses and wishing I could buy them all.  I’m fairly slender and not very tall, but what boys always seem to notice first are my generous breasts then my slim, toned legs (thank goodness for pilates, the only exercise class I truly enjoy because I get a workout without having to get sweaty).


While I wandered through a big department store, gazing at sporty wool jackets and coats, then sophisticated dresses and noting with pleasure that there were many styles of leather skirts and trousers in fashion this season, my mobile phone began to vibrate and play its crazy tune.  I dug around in my handbag and glanced at the screen - it was Mike, a very recent fuck-buddy of mine.  I took the call, smiling to myself, as he really was the most delicious flirt - really on my wavelength.


“Hello ….” I made my voice sound cautious and a little timid.
“Hi - it’s Mike!”
“Mike who?” I asked
“Mike, from the Golden Lion.” he seemed a little put out.
“I’m sorry, what did you say? You can’t mean a pub?  I don’t drink!” I was trying not to laugh now,
“O so it wasn’t you who needed propping up last Friday night after too many Jaegerbombs?” Mike was chuckling now, he realised I’d been messing with him.
“Jaeger-what?” I tried to sound shocked, “do you mean that cough mixture stuff?  I would only take that for medicinal purposes.  When I had something on my chest.”
“O you had something on your chest alright Freya. You had the most delicious pair of jubblies I’ve ever had the good fortune to nibble on!”
I laughed hard at this, for he had indeed spent a lot of time licking and sucking and fondling my breasts.  He had me moaning and begging for him get his dick wet, he teased me to breaking point that night … but back to our phone call.


“O that Mike!  How are you Hun?  What have you been up to?”
“Nothing much - just working and sleeping. Same old, same old.  Been thinking about you though, what have you been doing?”
“Lectures and assignments mostly.  A few of us went to that nightclub by the river, the one that’s got handcuffs as its logo.”
“Mmm Hmm - did you dance with anybody?”
“I might have done,”
“Did you go home with anybody?”
“No,” I chuckled, sensing a bit of jealousy.
“What did you wear?”  
“What do you mean what did I wear?”
“You know,” he spoke in a low, intimate voice “you always dress in such a sexy way.  I want to know what you wore - I want to imagine it.”
I had just thought of getting myself a coffee, but I didn’t want to stand in a queue describing what I had worn with people around me, listening, so I kept walking.
“Oh - I wore a sheer navy blouse, it has a slashed neck and full sleeves which have a slash in them too.  The back of the blouse is also slashed, so I wore a plum satin push up bra underneath.”
“That sounds delicious,” Mike breathed, “your skin is silky smooth.  Could you see the bra through the blouse?”
“A little bit.  The strap at the back is visible, but it’s a plunge bra so it fastens at the front, and enhances my cleavage.  Are you alone?” Suddenly I wondered how he could be asking me these questions from his workplace.
“I’m in an empty meeting room,” he replied “but stop stalling, what else did you wear?”
“A skirt.”
“No - tell me more, what kind of skirt?  Short or long?”
“A leather skirt,  above my knees,”
“Shoes or boots?”
“Shoes, very high heels, lots of straps, very sexy.” I did love those shoes, it was the first time I’d worn them but I adore the way a high heel tips a girl’s body, making her poke out both her bum and her boobs, and I feel ‘powerful’ when I have those extra 4 inches of height.
“What colour?”  
“The shoes are navy, with gilt on the heels, and the stockings I wore were navy too.”  I added, as I was feeling naughty.
“Stockings?!” I could almost hear Mike gulp and lick his lips.  “Did you wear hold ups?”
“O Mike-y Mike-y Mike,”  I said in a voice dripping with disappointment.  “What kind of girl do you take me for?  Of course not hold-ups ... I wore suspenders.  A beautiful plum coloured suspender-belt to match my bra!”

I’m not sure Mike had expected me to describe my underwear, but I was on a roll now; something about the illicitness of talking about private things in a public place was making me  get heated up!  I could feel the familiar twisting and turning of the little she-devil in my loins, and there was a damp patch in my panties.  I saw a bench up ahead, with nothing nearby but a pot plant, so I took a seat and squeezed my thighs together, feeling the delicious thrill of my pussy getting moist and swollen.  I was wearing lacy boy shorts under my dress today and I could feel the lace chafing delightfully between my labia and the slight pull of the back seam which nestled between the cheeks of my butt.  Damn it’s great to be a girl!


“Mike …” I used a teasing voice, “is this getting you hard?”
“Fuck yes Freya!  You are such a hottie!  Where are you? Are you at home?”
“Nah - I’m shopping!”
Mike couldn’t believe his ears!  He thought I was talking so frankly because I was somewhere private, he practically spluttered with shock, which made me giggle at my naughtiness.
“Well I have things to buy Mike, so I had better get on.”
“No - wait Freya, don’t go.  What kind of things are you buying?”
“Underwear things.”
“Shit Freya, I wish I was shopping with you,” his voice became all husky with desire and a wicked thought crept into my mind.
“I could take you with me I suppose … tell you what I’m looking at, you can say what you like best.  I guess I could send you a selfie from the changing room …” I trailed off, equally shocked and excited by my own suggestion.
Mike was all for the plan and so I sashayed back to the main shopping floor again, in search of provocative underwear.  My nipples had puckered into tight points at the thought of lshowing Mike various bras and panties as I tried them on.  I was going to have to do it without making it obvious to the sales staff what I was up to, but the covert activity was  thrilling too.


Aha - here was a brand I recognized, so I strode into the shop and began to scan the items on display, which were helpfully grouped by colour and then size.  Surveys show that men are drawn to the super-tacky red and black items, which their wives and girlfriends always return for something more wearable, but these pictures were for Mike’s “spank-bank” so this would be ideal for my first X-rated fashion parade.  I selected something with a halter neck and red satin fabric.  The trimming was black eyelash lace and the panties which matched were very high cut at the front becoming a thong at the back.  I checked with Mike, who was hanging on the phone, and he thought that fishnet holdups would look best with this outfit.  I snagged a black satin sleep mask from a display of negligees and sauntered to the back of the store where the changing rooms were behind heavy curtains.


My heart sped up a little as I put down my bag and stepped out of my shoes, then it was a simple matter of undoing my button through dress and slipping my existing underwear off to replace it with the items I had selected.  The halter-neck of the bra held my breasts very high up, as they domed over the top of the fabric I was reminded of Nell Gwynn or a serving wench, but they did look tempting.  I slipped out of my damp underwear, and let my finger trail through the tiny landing strip on my pussy (my brazillian wax) - it came away shiny with my juices, which I licked.  Damn I loved to be bad!  I shimmied my hips into the thong - the changing room mirror reflected my breasts quivering invitingly.  Next I carefully unwrapped the stockings and pointed my toes to smooth one up each leg, until the rubbery elastic inside gripped the widest part of my thigh.  I surveyed the finished results. Hot!  Slutty but undeniably hot.  I fluffed my wavy hair round my shoulders in a tousled look, then slid the sleep mask on to hide my identity before holding my phone up to take a selfie in the mirror.  Pushing the mask up on my head I studied the picture - great!  I pressed send to Mike’s e-mail, then waited.  Moments later my phone vibrated (rather nice as I was holding it near my mound!) and Mike’s text: “Fuck!  You look awesome!”  showed up on the screen.
“Bend forward and let your tits spill over,” he texted  “and show me the knickers from behind.”
This excited me too, getting instructions (orders?) from a man.  I leaned over - yeah that looked good, the bra could barely contain my DD boobs.  I slid the mask on again and pressed the button on my phone.  Next I turned round and looked at the rear view - the lace & elastic which travelled between my arse cheeks was black, and the colour against my pale skin was dramatic. I put my hand on my hip provocatively and snapped a picture over my shoulder without turning my head.  I sent these 2 to Mike.  Almost immediately he replied back.
“You are making me drool!”
“Which bit of you?” I replied, with a naughty winking emoticon, imagining precum gathering at the tip of his hard penis.
“Both ends” was his reply with a laughing face emoticon.


Two can play at this game I thought.
“I want you to stroke yourself.”  I texted.
There was a little delay, then he texted back “I’ve put a chair under the door handle.  OK I am stroking myself now.  You look like a slut-vixen and I love it.”
“What would you want to do to me wearing this?” I texted back, my hands a little shaky.  I could feel more moisture gathering at my entrance.
“You look cheap and dirty, like you are up for anything.  I would make you kneel in front of me and suck my cock, and then I would come on your face and tits.
Mike’s text was like an electric current to my pussy, I was so shocked and aroused at his rough words and dominant answer that the thrill pulsed through me.
“I’d like that,” I texted back, licking my lips, “and then what?”
“Then I’d bend you over my Harley and fuck you doggy style!”
My knees went weak reading that, I felt my nipples harden.  The slickness between my lips had spread to my thighs and I wasn’t sure I could put the thong back on the hanger - not without tissuing it dry first!  I slung on the silky robe that hung in the changing room and padded out to the shop to choose another ‘ensemble’ for Mike’s delectation.


I spotted a rack of items which were aqua and turquoise, trimmed with black, and selected a bra and knickers in my size.  Next I homed in on some items in a combination of cream and chocolate coloured fabric and lace, and finally found a basque and thong.  I selected some very sheer, seamed stockings to go with these and walked purposefully back to the cubicle, drawing the curtain behind me.


“Which would you like to see first - aqua or brown?” I texted to Mike.
“Aqua babe - it makes me think of holidays and bikinis.  I could do you on the beach with the waves breaking over us.”
I let my mind wander to a holiday romance I’d had where my lover and I had stood chest deep in the sea and he had finger fucked me till I was so horny that I’d wrapped my legs around him monkey-style and he had fucked me with my bikini pulled to one side.  The water took our weight and supported us as he pounded into my pussy while pinching my nipples and groping my arse - we both came and came, it was definitely 5 stars on my all-time list of shags.


The briefs for the aqua outfit were boy-short style but low on the hips, the sides of them were criss-crosses of the aqua fabric which showed my skin through the diamond shaped gaps, and the fabric was stretchy with lycra.  They were cut high on the backside so that at least half an arse cheek was visible each side (which made my butt look really peachy) and they clung at the front giving quite a visible camel toe - not what you wanted in your outer clothes, but very sexy for undies - I was confident Mike would agree.  The bra was quite moulded with a hint of hidden padding - taking my boobs up to an E!  Saucy!  The black lace was overlaid on the cup and I was still wearing the fishnets from before.  Time to get Mike’s opinion.


“Hey stud, wouldn’t you like to be here right now, to tit-fuck me in this bra?!” I squeezed my arms together a little to press my cleavage into a deeper canyon and snapped a photo.  Checking it also displayed my engorged lips in the clinging briefs, I e-mailed it to poor, frustrated Mike.  Then I turned round and took a sassy picture of my pert rear view.
“O how I’d like to spank that bottom, to watch your booty jiggle!” came his swift reply.
“You are a she-devil Freya.” “ I am so hard it hurts!  I love you in that bra - buy it!!” I want to lie you down and lick you out when I see your pussy in those briefs.”  “Are you horny?” “ Your lips look so succulent … I cant deal … I’m so turned on right now.”
Mike’s texts came thick and fast - thank goodness my phone was on silent, but I was enjoying the vibrate feature as I pressed the phone to the front of my knickers and let it tingle on my clit.  A heavy langour was overtaking my limbs and I knew my arousal was moving from I’m in the mood to I need something big and pulsing inside me soon.


I stepped out of the aqua panties - Mike was right, they looked awesome and I’d be purchasing them, probably the bra too.  As I released the hooks and eyes at the back, I was shocked how heavy my breasts felt as the support dropped away.  I studied them in the mirror, the nipples were hard like pebbles and the puckered skin a deep rosy colour. I pinched and rolled each nipple between finger and thumb and I longed to have a dildo or willing cock close to hand.  Never had I felt so horny from so little manual stimulation.  I ran my hands up my thighs and over my stomach, then I held my index and my middle finger together and slid it deep inside my pussy, allowing my thumb to stroke my straining clit.  I bit my lip to avoid moaning out loud but the relief and the delight was intense.  I held my phone so that it took a picture of me frigging myself and I e-mailed it to Mike.


“Jeez Freya!” came the instant response, “Are you still in the shop?”
I reluctantly withdrew my fingers and wiped them with a tissue.  “Yes” I texted.
“I can’t bear the tease of it Babe!  I wish I was there to touch you like that.  I’m no longer in the meeting room, I’m in the toilet stall as I was nearly cumming!”
“Lets finish you off then Mike,” I pulled the basque towards me and began to put it on backwards - doing up all the hooks and eyes first - I felt it nipping me in at the waist.  Next I swivelled it round so that I could pour my heavy breasts into the demi-cups - they were entirely made of the latte coloured lace but were so low that half a nipple was clearly visible on each side.  The shoulder straps were detachable so I left them off, but I wanted to wear the stockings and the suspenders, so I un-stuck the hold-ups from my thighs and let them slide to the floor swapping them for the silky mink coloured stockings - super sheer and shiny but with a faux seam at the back which I took care to get straight. I remembered my Uncle Tony calling seamed stockings the stairway to heaven before my Aunt Val nudged him in the ribs and told him to ‘Shhh!’


Turning to the mirror I wonder if I actually need any knickers with this - the light brown straps of the suspenders and the darker stocking tops seem to make a frame around my pouting pussy. I let my eyes travel up over the creamy satin basque, tightly laced at the front with milk chocolate coloured ribbons - the boned bodice pulls my waist in with a delicious sensation of restriction, something I have always known I enjoy.  My breasts are squashed up and almost spill out of the lace, and my engorged nipples are plain to see.  As I arrange the mask to take the picture, I also pinch one nipple and bite my lip - I want this picture to be as horny and wanton as possible.  I want Mike to shoot his load when he sees me looking like an expensive concubine.  I send it then I step into my heels and turn to take a shot of my rear view, my bare bottom squashed into extra fullness by the boning of the corset - my lovely legs encased in the shadowy, glossy stockings.


“See anything you like?” I caption it, and send the photo to Mike.
His reply is almost instant “All of it! All of you!”  “I want you right now,” “my cock’s so swollen but so lonely.”  “Meet me tonight, I really want to fuck you.” “Never looked so horny.” “I’ve shot my load.”


So Mike’s got his rocks off, but what about me?  I pick through the clothes I’ve tried on, deciding to keep the turquoise blue stuff, and the fishnet stockings.  Also the red thong and the matching bra - it seemed to release Mike’s inner ‘thug’, but I’ve decided not to purchase the basque, I already have one I like better.  I put on my bra and button up my dress, stuffing my own knickers into my handbag - I’m going straight to the nearest ladies to ‘release the tension’.  At the till I call Mike and he gives his credit card details to the shop assistant to purchase the items for his own 1:1 X-rated fashion show.  I’m not sure if the shop assistants guessed what I was up to, but I’m past caring as I hurry to the rest rooms.


I get a nice clean stall to myself, hang my bags on a hook and reach into my handbag for my silver ‘bullet’ vibrator.  I twist it’s base and it begins it’s vigorous but silent waves of vibration.  I tease it around the lips of my cunt, standing with my legs a little apart, then I hold it against my clitoris and let the buzzing waves travel to my core, my free hand plucks at my nipple through my clothes, pinching and pressing hard - I’m way past delicate touches now.  As I feel the throbbing and clenching building inside me I press the silver bullet in-between the soaking folds of flesh and let myself pulse around it as I rub hard little circles over the top of my clit.  I have to bite my lip to suppress moans of pleasure but fuck that feels good, as I cum at last.  Wave after wave of pleasure and relief wash over me … and then I’m back in the room!  I wipe off the vibe and store it away once more, and step back into my knickers.  


Mike has texted me begging for a meet later tonight.  Yeah perhaps that would be nice, we can see how our little game pans out when he gets the full, 4D experience!

I missed the boat to submit this story for Marie Rebel's #WickedWednesday meme - but I suggest you click the link to see who else is participating.

Sunday, 7 October 2018

Tied-Up Tuesday


2.5 min read

The webbing straps were never removed from the bed in the spare room.  Each Tuesday found Evie bound spread-eagled to the bed, at her master’s pleasure.  On a Monday night he would set out what she’d wear, if anything.  

Evie rose early, set out his breakfast, whilst making a small bowl of porridge for herself, then she would shower and clean her teeth so she was ready to wear the restraints once her master rose at 7.  She’d slip into the prescribed outfit (long striped socks, a waspie corset, the leather body harness etc.) and make sure all the vibrators were charged. 

At any time of the day her master might come to play with her.  He’d rise from the laptop at his desk to stand in the doorway surveying his obedient sub.  If he liked what he saw he would fondle and stroke her, every erogenous zone his to possess.   

Her nipples were his to pinch or clamp, her pussy was spread open for his fingers, tongue or cock.  If her pussy was already wet, he’d ask what she’d been thinking of.  Sometimes Evie wore a ball gag, drooling as her master pleasured himself in her sopping hole. Other times he wanted his fuck toy to suck him till he came. 

Some days she lay alone, dreaming of touches and caresses which never came.  Master had  a deadline and worked solidly, no breaks.  On these days she’d lose herself in fantasies that he watched from the dooray, fisting his cock silently, observing his doll.  Her nipples would harden and her labia glisten as juices rushed to lubricate her lush pink folds.  

Her ears attuned to his approaching tread, which made her pussy throb with hungry anticipation.  If master tied her face down she didn’t need a blindfold, but she knew to expect spanking or caning, sometimes butt plugs while master trained her to enjoy anal sex.

She yearned for his touches and lived to please him.  Her day as a fuck-toy was the best of the week.  He’d edge her with teasing or dement her with pleasure, it was all good for Evie.  she wanted to serve.  

When his work day was over he’d unfasten her bindings, rubbing her wrists and ankles before wrapping her in a blanket while he ran a deep bath.  He’d supervise her soaping and shaving routine before washing her hair and drying her with warm towels.  They’d eat a light supper together before retiring to cuddle in bed.  There were no chores for Evie on a Tuesday, being a fuck-toy was all he required.



This story is submitted for Kayla Lord's #masturbationmonday meme 
and F dot Leonora's #friflash  
The image is "Treat: featuring Cara Thereon taken by Molly Moore



Friday, 5 October 2018

Sharing some Dark Posts my Darlings!

#SoSS - my first for October 2018.

There seem to have been more traffic to the #MasturbationMonday meme, this week it took me 2 nights to read all the entries, which  put me behind with the equally important #WickedWednesday posts, but I have found plenty to recommend this week.  It is also time to get nominating for Molly’s top 100 and on the 8th  Kinkly' s blogger round up opens.  

Please be sure to give credit to the blogs you regularly visit and whose content you enjoy - an important point to be making on Share our Shit Saturday!

CW: #punishment #nonconsent #restraint

This stripe almost stings to look at it!

Rachel Woe is a new writer to me, but after reading her tale of a divorcee wading into love again, I am a devotee! 

Kisungura writes a very erotic yet disturbing tale, ideal for “teachers” picture prompt  #abuseofpower

What a sexy club Purple’sGem describes, and what a lapdance

Rebel has found her sexy connection again!  

This sex scene has an imbalance of power, but unexpectedly so! 

What could a sex toy mean to you? Sexy yet poignant. #humiliation

Would you take Miss Kitty’s bus to school, or prefer to meet her at her night job? 

Tarot cards can be sexy and spooky the way Lucy tells it!  

This week my willing interviewee is Violet Fawkes, a goddess of a Dom who enjoys writing erotic fiction and poetry.  Get yourself comfortable because Violet is ready to share ...


  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

I’ve always felt like I was a sensual and sexual person and it has been an adventure trying to understand how to best express that part of myself. I think I’m still discovering it, actually. I have always written and I feel like the written word is my most confident mode of communication so writing erotic fiction and real life accounts of sex and intimacy feels like a good way to think and work through kinks, interests, scars and fears. 


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

I chose Violet Fawkes as my nom de plume because I liked the old fashioned sound of Violet, like an eccentric old aunt which a saucy past, also because of the idiom “shrinking violet” because I certainly have moments of shyness. Fawkes comes, of course, from Guy Fawkes, rebel and villain, two things I don’t mind being. It also sounds like “fox”, and the play on foxiness/sexiness was an irresistible bonus. You could say I gave it a lot of thought! 

Love, Violet as the name of the blog is simply a nod to the sign off from an intimate letter. I want readers to feel like they have peeked into a private stash of love (and lust) letters. I also review toys which is quite a lot of fun and keeps things interesting! 


  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

Love, Violet is heavy on the fictional erotica and has a lot of photos as well. I have a background in the arts so illustrating my writing and taking and editing photos doesn’t ever get old, I love doing it. I sometimes write real life accounts of things as fiction, blurring the lines a bit between the “real” me and Violet. Sometimes Violet feels like the truest part of myself: an artistic FemDom, dark, revealing and concealing herself, tempting and unafraid. 

I also use Love, Violet as a space for body and beauty exploration. As a plus-sized woman I have a complicated history with my body that has informed my sexual expression. I aim to make Love, Violet a body, sex and kink positive place to question, celebrate and appreciate sex and bodies; to learn, dream and feel.  



  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?

Erotica in general: a few years. The FemDom content has definitely increased in the last year or so as I have developed that side of my sexuality. 


  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

Dildos, hands down. I love the sculptural quality of phalluses and creative and well crafted dildos are a joy to own and use. I’m a big fan of Lust Arts and I have all of their dildos.

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

I know I just regaled dildos’ virtues, however, if I was stuck on an island and I had access to power, I’d take a long my trusty Hitachi


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

I have identified as straight and non-monogamous since I was 16 or so. I did my fair share of bisexual experimentation in my late teens and early twenties, but as lovely as others can be, it’s always cis dudes that rev my engine most. I’d like to say that philosophically I’m pansexual because I do believe that I could be capable of being attracted to the person vs their gender or orientation, but I’ve not experienced that yet. I’d like to think I am open minded enough that if a person came into my life who struck a chord and was not a straight male, I would pursue that desire, but until it happens, I won’t know for sure.  


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

Naked, always. I like skin on skin too much to be too fussed with dressing up. I enjoy lingerie and rocking the sexiness of plain panties and a t shirt, but I’d rather be naked and feel my lover against me than have even the prettiest costume between us.  


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

I have a burgeoning interest in breath play and choking, something I have limited experience with but a lot of keen interest. 

I’m also a bit of a rope fiend. Tying up pretty boys (men, not actual boys, gross) in rope is one of my most favorite activities. I’d like to ultimately learn rigging! 


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

Hmmm, I’m not usually one for the fictional interspecies narratives, but I suppose I could imagine a certain thrill from some rough play and domination over a big, scary creature like a Minotaur. Hmmm … perhaps there’s a story there …. 


  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?

Oh yes, please! Both giving and receiving. 


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

I don’t have a standout moment, but I do agree, it need not always be serious. If you can’t laugh or simply enjoy the moment without self deprecating or posturing, it’s unlikely to be great sex. 

The best is when something goes a bit awry, like a position just isn’t working well, or a roleplay has escalated into the ridiculous and you can’t help but chuckle. Of course, bodily functions often lead to comic relief. There’s nothing like a mid-fuck fart to break the ice. 


  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

Love, love, love it especially when it’s done in a thoughtful way, recounting a real encounter or reminding the other person how hot they made you, or discussing the burning anticipation before you can do something to them or with them. 


  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?

Oh this is an excellent and challenging question. Even though there’s no sex at all, the tension and eroticism in the shaving scene in Skyfall where MoneyPenny shaves Bond with the straight razor he offers her is so laden with exquisite lust that is so much hotter than any exhibition of intercourse. The dialogue is perfect and the slow, tentative interaction is both blistering hot and almost innocent. 


  • Do you watch porn?  

Not really. I scroll through tumblr and catch sexy gifs and short, mostly amateur videos but I’m not an aficionado by any means. 


  • Nominate your favourite adult film:

I couldn’t name anything specific but I’m a fan of anything that’s rough and guy-on-guy. Don’t ask me why gay porn does it for me, but it’s the only genre that interests me. Occasionally pegging/FemDom porn will catch my eye.  


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

A Dissolute Life Means … by Hyacinth Jones is one of the first adult blogs I ever read and it had a huge impact on how I began to articulate my own sexuality and sexual experience. I love Hy’s sensitive, yet frank, style. I could go on and on but I’ll try not to embarrass myself by fangirling all over the place! 

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


Links:
Twitter - @fireandhoney
Instagram - @fireanhoneyblog

Tumblr - tumblr.com/blog/sweetlysmoldering


This week, I have shared these posts on my blog:

Sinful Sunday :  Picture - I touch myself

Masturbation Monday : - Fantasy

Wicked Wednesday : - Story