Wednesday, 31 October 2018

Ghost in the Machine

2 minute read

I miss him so much!  It’s been so long since he went away. I am really horny in his absence.  The time difference makes it difficult to talk, he’s in his hotel room while it’s my working day.  I go to bed at night, alone in the soft cottony space, aware of his absence.

He uses facetime this morning as I’m getting ready for work.  I answer his call sipping tea and nibbling toast.  I smile on seeing his face, eyes lingering on his lips, wishing I could kiss him before pulling them down to my pussy to suck and tease me.

We chat a little about his job, I finish my breakfast, but I must shower to get ready for work.

“Don’t go,” he wheedles, “I can talk while you shower.  Take me into the bathroom.” 

“C’mon then big boy!”  I hustle into the tiled room, turning the water on to warm.  I slip my vest-top off, baring my breasts.  I cup them towards him teasingly.

He groans. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

I giggle and slip my pyjama bottoms off. Knowing he’s watching I stroke and tease the line of hair, already moisture is gathering. 

“Show me,” he urges.  I dip a finger in my folds, holid it up. I’m wet for him.

I step under the steady stream of water.  The warming properties of the shower make me feel loosened up, aroused.  I drizzle shower gel into my palm, massaging suds around my breasts, my labia swell and part.  A deep sigh pushes out of my lungs.

“I wanna be soap suds!”   comes the voice from my phone. 

Soaping around my breasts, I pinch and tug the tips of my nipples making them spear through the garlands of bubbles.  I want more, urgency presses me, I yearn for pain.  This ache is good, echoed in the core of my pelvis;  Hips press forwards as my clit swells.

I grab a wash cloth, rough for exfoliating, and make circular swipes round the nub of nerve endings.  I wake a cluster of pleasure/ pain sensations that make me growl with desire.

“Go baby!” he urges.

The steam swirls round me, the water drums down.  I focus my rub and scrub around my clit, insistent and firmly.  I wince with the intensity of prickling tingles, yet wanting to make my clit angry, make it throb.  

I’ll have constant reminders when my panties chafe the nub, that I rubbed one out as my lover watched.

“Ungh!”  A wordless groan bursts from me.

I thrust my hips, sinking 2 fingers deep inside to feel the clutch and grip of my slippery walls. Throbbing, I tip into an abyss of dark, pleasurable sensation, focused with sightless eyes on taking myself there.

“Go for it!” 

His image is ghostly, barely visible on my phone, fogged with condensation, but he hears my gasps. My absent lover encourages my self pleasure, as relief and pleasure wrap me in their intensity. I smile.

This is submitted for #WickedWednesday week 335 & #FridayFlash  The image is from Pixabay

Saturday, 27 October 2018

Raising Edward Thackeray [Part 3]

You are about to read part 3 of a supernatural serial;  May I suggest you read part 1 and part 2 first?  
7 minute read

The rising moon as All Hallows Eve wore on allowed Edward’s ghost to feel a ‘quickening’, solidifying his entity, a transformation which was ephemeral but on which he intended to capitalise.  He left the graveyard and moved down Church Lane, where the overgrown grassy track became concrete as it merged with the next street which was also familiar to him, leading as it did towards town.  He was staggered at how crowded together houses had become, with barely an apron of grass at the front and a passageway in between.  The metal carriages with rubber wheels and twin front-facing lights lined the pavements, or passed him on the road, growling with noise.  He did not think they were an improvement on the spoke-wheeled carts and horses of his day, except perhaps for the lack of horse shit and straw in the roads. 

People trouped about in groups, dressed in colourful, cartoonish costumes.  Parents escorted children dressed as pumpkins, skeletons and  witches and following them led Edward to a house decorated for a party.  Here Edward saw kids screaming and squealing while they bobbed for apples and a helped themselves from brightly decorated table laden with food.  He loitered a while, ‘sipping’ from the youths planning pranks and tricks - it was always easier for him to draw energy from anyone making mischief or whose thoughts were ‘less than pure’.

Moving on, Edward travelled Tanners Lane where the blacksmith, the saddler and the shoemaker had businesses in his youth.  He found himself in a bustling, brightly-lit courtyard of storefronts.  He felt too visible in their harsh glare so retraced his steps, then meandered through residential streets, moving deeper into the village.  He revisited the roads he’d known as a man, his place of work as he toiled upwards from clerk to bookkeeper, the streets he’d trod as a youth when stepping out with girls.

He stood under a streetlamp, still surprised by it’s brightness compared with the gaslights of the past, and began to notice couples sporadically heading towards a grand house on the tree-lined avenue.  It wasn’t a place he was familiar with but something pricked his senses, there was a crackling of energy in its vicinity, which increased as he drew nearer.  He stood in the shadows taking stock of the situation.

The couples who gained entrance to the grand house with the green door were male and female, with the males being smartly dressed in suits.  The women did not seem to be wearing formal gowns and shawls, as Edward would have expected, instead they wore long heavy coats and high heels.  Their make up was dramatic, their lipstick bright red and almost all gave off the distinctive musk of their growing arousal, he smelt its spicy yet sharp tang on the air and it made his nostrils flare and his cock twitch.  

He decided to investigate, but how to get in?  He wasn’t part of a couple… then he noticed a young woman exit the house from a side door.  A match flared in front of her face and she lit a cigarette.  In his day women did not smoke, but he’d witnessed plenty smoking since in the graveyard, particularly following sex!  When she dropped her cigarette and ground it out under her shoe, he moved in close behind her so before the door swung shut, he followed her in.

Edward’s eyes adjusted to the entrance hall’s low lighting, but they nearly popped out of his head when the girl shrugged off her woolen coat and was naked underneath!  Almost naked, she wore black stockings with a sheer, silky sheen topped with three rings of darker black where they clung to her thighs.  Her bush was tiny - just a narrow line of dark hair framing her cunt lips.  Edward flicked his tongue out, this was an exciting time to be alive, he envied the men of this era.  He followed the girl to a large reception room, probably 2 original rooms knocked into one, as it had two fireplaces.

Scanning the space, which had a gleaming hardwood floor and heavy wallpaper, he noticed there was no normal furniture, instead pieces of stark apparatus were draped with many of the female guests, bent over and fastened.  Other ladies stood against X-shaped frames with their wrists and ankles tied.  The women he observed were, like the first girl, naked except for stockings or the skimpiest of underthings, some wore nothing but straps of leather or corsets exposing their breasts.  In contrast, every males was dressed in a suit, although some’d shed their jackets to allow for freedom of movement.  

Edward’s blood would have pounded in his veins if he’d still been alive, his spirit soared on the surge of wicked, carnal energy in the room!  It was a CM/nf event hosted by a local dominatrix, Mistress Elfrida.  All the women in attendance were serving their dommes or masters by receiving spankings or engaging in public sex acts naked, while the males remained clothed.  Many of the females were also blindfolded, masking when a blow or caress would land on their bare flesh or who was offering them a cock to suck or with which to be penetrated.  

Oblivious to the etiquette of consent, Edward was like a kid in a sweetshop! Pinching a nipple here, stroking a labia there, tonguing a swollen clitoris or an ass pucker if the fancy took him. He laughed delightedly to himself as he watched the bound women moaning in ecstasy as they were whipped and flogged.  He kissed girls who were blindfolded and suckled on teats of others who were strapped into chairs.  He felt  the precum oozing from his aching cock as it pressed against his flies, tenting the front of his musty smelling trousers.  His need for release became paramount.

He spied a particularly becoming woman tethered to a St John’s cross, he liked her curves, and the pale flesh of her belly and thighs, marked as they were with warm pink patches from the long-tailed flogger her master wielded.  She wore only a necklace/collar of silver coloured metal which sat against her clavicle but her posture was relaxed and open;  she’d transitioned into subspace as her body revelled in the public display of punishment.  Her master was a slim man with glasses and Edward could see from the front of his trousers that his enjoyment at giving the stripes equalled his bitch’s bliss at receiving them.  The fragrance of her arousal was testimony to her high state of excitement, as was the gloss of liquid which clung to the hairs of her pussy and coated the tops of her thighs.

Edward stood and watched the beauty receive her thrashing, unconsciously he released his cock from the buttons at his fly, and was stroking the heft of his member up and down in symphony with the flogger delivering its wicked caress.  The pressure within him was building towards fever pitch and Edward unconsciously edged nearer the bound woman, whose own body began trembling and twitching as pleasure crested within her.  He looked askance at her master, who took pride in his sub gaining an admirer, and received a curt nod.  Edward fisted his cock harder and faster watching the woman moaning and writhing.

“Please …” she moaned, as her climax gripped.

“Please …” he groaned, as his seed spilled, spurting with a power he hadn’t seen since his twenties, hitting her abdomen and thighs with rivulets of pure joy.  Having thus decorated her with his liquid adoration, Edward moved on and out of the room, feeling elated yet crestfallen.

What a thrilling interlude this had been, once more experiencing the pleasures of the flesh, but his energy was severely depleted from his exertions.  Despite being in a room of seeming debauchery, their lusty behaviour couldn’t fuel him beyond this night, when the veil between the living and the dead was stretched thin.  Edward knew Halloween was nearly over, his time to walk amongst the living drawing to a close, so back on the street he returned to the graveyard.

Edward lay on top of the stone tablet which marked his final resting place, aware of the damp cold of the stone pressing into his shoulder blades and hips, but when a bone-deep weariness enveloped him he no longer felt the chill, losing the ability to feel anything.   The form of his body faded from view allowing his troubled soul to drift from its visible anchor, yet it remained in his tomb amongst the dust of his long-dead bones.

This story is submitted for the #masturbationmonday meme for week #217
The inspiration for part 3 of this story was provided by the lovely @MPBJulie.  I was intrigued by her description of a CM/nf event she attended, and because she is is a goddess!  The images are sourced from Pixabay.

Friday, 26 October 2018

Good golly, it's Saturday again! Time for some sharing of links to expand and promote our community ~ please read and share.

Sorcha’s barkeep is lusting after someone they want to get to know better

Hannah’s exotic dancer gets ready for her fancy-dress routine

Katkinx isn’t sure if halloween night happenings were real or a fantasy

Don’t stay overnight on the island they told him …

Smut Marathon - now on its semi final round - there are 10 wonderful shorts here by bloggers we know and love.  I suggest you read them and vote (by 27-10-18 23:00 CET). If they make you want to put your hands in your pants, well that’s a compliment to their writing!

For my interview spot this week, prepare to meet the lovely Submiss34F, who we also know as @mistress34F (Twitter)

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?  

I don’t see myself as a writer.  I blog my erotic photography and sometimes I write a few words to go with my images. 
I started my blog because I just wanted to join in.  I follow some wonderful bloggers on twitter and have looked at #SinfulSunday posts and especially #FebPhotoFest and as someone who takes and posts lots of photos I wanted to be part of that.  When I asked Molly if I could, the answer was “Yes! Set up a blog” So I did. I use it to showcase my images, especially as a normal shaped mother to prove we are sexual, sensual creatures and to go against society's assumption we aren’t.

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

Submiss34F is my twitter name and although I go by Missy it’s been the same for the last four years.  It represents me as female, submissive and my bra size! My original twitter images were often just of my breasts!

  • Describe your blog in a nutshell: 

An erotic photographic blog, with artful twist and some personal insights too.

  • How long have you been blogging on this theme? 

I set up my blog in December 2017 but have been tweeting my images for four years.  I’ve done several photographic series.  #a2zsubmiss which I’m still continuing and my #SJC my Saturday Jewellery Change pictures of my nipple jewellery, as well as #submissadvent

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

I like lots of different types of toys, hitty things like crops and floggers and also dildos.  I’m not really a vibrations kinda person but like my Ruby Glow.

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

My bumpy glass dildo. 
Posy says :  Yay, that’d be my top choice too!

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

I’m Bisexual.  I think I’ve always known it as I’ve fancied women as well as men throughout my life but I never did anything about it until my late 30s. Also very happily married to my wonderful husband.

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

If dressed up, how so? I prefer naked for sex, but I do like to dress up occasionally, and by that I mean stockings or bodystockings or short tube dresses or open cup bras. 

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

There have been discussions about me having a room full of cock. Which I think would be a delightful and extravagant treat that I may want to indulge in one day!

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

7 of 9 or the Borg Queen

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay? 

Yes please.  I don’t have a collar tag that says “AnalWhore” for nothing!

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

We aren’t a serious couple and regularly end up in fits of giggles during sex.  Snorting loudly with my mouth full of cock is something that happens regularly (and sounds hilarious).
I’ve also found that laughter while he’s licking me leads to even better orgasms. 

  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

I don’t mind it.  It’s just flirting with people using filthy words and often makes the build up to a meet more interesting.

  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene? 

This I find hard to answer because I don’t watch that many films.  And my tastes have changed somewhat.  Although one film I used to return to for what it did to me was Bound. 

Posy says:  Oh this is mine also!!

  • Do you watch porn?  

Yes but rarely. I prefer an erotic story to keep myself entertained alone to a film.  But I do enjoy watching porn with company. 

  • Nominate your favourite adult film: 

One of the first films I bought myself and this was video (although I have the DVD now) Wasteland by Tanya Hyde

  • Before you go, please tell us 1 adult blog (aside from yours) which we must add to our reading list: 
       Hannah Lockhardt’s blog - Hannah likes dirty words

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

This week I have shared a serialised story with a Halloween theme:

#MasturbationMonday Raising Edward Thackeray [Part 1]

#WickedWednesday  Raising Edward Thackeray  [Part 2]

Monday, 22 October 2018

Raising Edward Thackeray [Part 2]

This story is part of a series, you may wish to read part 1 first.

5.5 minute read

The weekend before Hallowe’en brought several other young people to Edward’s grave, a knot of boy scouts who’d dared each other to touch the gravestone after dark, he’d been able to sip energy from each one and feel the power fizzing within the confines of his coffin.  A local woman who considered herself a white witch visited the churchyard every year performed a ceremony of respect and remembrance for the passed spirits, so as she walked widdershins round the church, he bathed in her potent aura, feeling stronger.

After a steady stream of thrill seekers on All Hallows Eve, his final visitors were a goth girl and her leather-coated boyfriend who proved a great source of energy. Edward watched her down on her knees, black tights laddering on the sharp stony turf while she took the stout length of her boyfriend’s cock deep into her throat.  Edward considered the attractiveness of her black lipstick, unable to deny it struck a sexy sharp contrast against the pink wetness of her sucking tongue or the glossy meat of the lad’s erection as she swallowed it with hollowed cheeks. Her boyfriend tangled his fingers round her black swishing bunches, pulling her mouth hard onto him until she gagged.

“That’s it, suck it, my dirty girl,” he’d growled, thrusting his hips in her face.

The girl responded by sucking harder and more noisily while sliding one hand, with its black chipped nail varnish, inside her underwear.

“You can’t get enough, can ya?”  the boy had groaned with pride, before throwing back his head to roar his release.  “Fuck … yeah!” 

Edward tingled.  Goth girl began to swallow the lad’s cum until he pulled his cock from her mouth to decorate her neck and decolletage with its opaque spurts.  Her burning humiliation thrilled her as much as it did Edward, and the energy from her passion enabled his ghostly spirit to leave its grave.  He drifted around the young couple, surveying their dishevelment;  the jism which dripped from the youth’s wilting cock onto the grass also trickled warmly into the girl’s cleavage.  He swirled round her back, making the strands of her black bunches flutter and goosebumps rise on the nape of her neck.  She rose to her feet licking her lips, but the lad’s hands on each shoulder pressed her back towards the stone cuboid of Edward’s grave.

“You know I hate tights, freaking passion killers!”

The lad muttered, yanking her black cotton skirt up and the waistband of her opaque tights down.  The girl gasped, but the ‘O’ her mouth formed was of barely suppressed delight, she loved when he was rough with her.  The spirit hovering around them throbbed from another surge of power at the raw emotions they gave off.

“Spread them!” the boy growled so his girl opened her legs as much as the fabric bunching round her ankles allowed.  He thrust three fingers inside her none too gently, casing his girl to release a faint moan.  
“You’re soaking,” his voice seemed menacing, “just how I like you!”
He commenced thrusting with his fingers while his thumb made pressing circles on the pierced hood of her clit. 

Goth girl sucked in gulps of chill night air, as Edward’s spirit loomed shadowy above them.  He was enjoying her warring emotions of desire and debasement, so when the boy began to slap her cunt, making his girlfriend yelp with explosive sensations of pleasure combined with pain, Edward began to take on the contours of his living form.  This had never happened before and he was rapt with fascination as the energy from the couple’s aggressive sex play helped him materialise into the shape of the man he once was.

The girl climaxed loudly, “Oh God, Oh fuck, don’t stop!” her abdomen made staccato pulses while her spread legs trembled.  

Bending his head to her pulsing pussy, the boy licked her fragrant musky juices.  Lapping at the vivid pink of her labia, he tapped the hood of her clit making his girl writhe with pleasure.  Nestling his mouth in the crease to the side of her groin he inhaled sweet sour fragrance before latching on hard with this lips, he sucked to draw blood up to the surface, nipping and biting until he’d marked her with a vivid bruise.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” he surveyed his handiwork. 

The girl lay panting, decorated with cum on her chest and a vivid love bite on her inner thigh.  She reclined open and willing, her pussy walls still throbbed from his frigging.  She was unaware her suitor had turned away to take a leak, because Edward moved stealthily into the space between her thighs, sliding his first erection for two centuries into the molten slick of her eager cunt. 

The goth girl moaned, writhing as the cool entity of the spirit’s member throbbed, piercing a path through her warm wetness.  She felt the delicious stretch and rhythm of it’s invasion and imagined her fella had brought the glass dildo along for her pleasure.  Closing her eyes she pictured how she must look, a rag doll splayed out and stretched open, being fucked by an unforgiving column of glass.  This mental picture, combined with Edward’s coupling, made her hips buck and her pussy throb in time with his voracious thrusts.  

She felt a pressure of desire and release building inside her, she was a slot machine about to release the jackpot.  Her body glowed; wanton, desired and powerful while the cold phallus penetrating her ploughed on, deeper and faster, riding her harder than she’d ever experienced before, but she liked it, she needed it!  She pulled her legs up to spread them wide apart while his cold hard fingers gripped and twisted her tits cruelly.  Biting her lip she suppressed a cry, he was hurting her, but it felt good.  When Edward came, it tipped her over and she moaned and thrust, spasming and mewling.  Covering her face with her arms she felt overwhelmed and blown apart.  While she drifted on a wave of ecstatic exhaustion, Edward slipped out of her unnoticed.

What joy, what bliss to experience an illicit sex act again after hundreds of years!  Getting his dick wet had energised Edward to a level where he could see the nails on his hands and feel the ground beneath his feet.

This story is submitted for the #WickedWednesday meme.  Click the link to see who else is participating, the prompt is Halloween.
The images are found on Pixabay.  Read a spin-off tale here.

Definition of widdershinsin a direction contrary to the sun's course, considered as unlucky; anticlockwise.

Sunday, 21 October 2018

Raising Edward Thackeray [Part 1]

This story is a part one of a chilling series with a supernatural theme for Hallowe'en.  Some of you may remember I visited Edward's grave with a previous work of fiction.
4.5 minute read

All Hallows’ Eve was looming closer, Edward could literally feel it in his dessicated bones!  In recent years he’d found it easier to energise himself and apparate to a level where he could visit the old neighbourhood.  Whether this was because, as a ghost, his power had increased now he’d been dead for two centuries, or because during recent decades people celebrated Hallowe’en over several nights spanning between the weekends either side of the date, he couldn’t say.  

He owed much to the snobby nature of his relatives who had buried him in such a showy way, his tomb being a raised limestone sarcophagus in a sheltered area of the graveyard.  The nearest neighbours were a shady yew tree and a flat gravestone watched over by a verdigris statue of the madonna, the other graves only had headstones, in various states of tilt and mossy covering.  Edward’s resting place became a magnet for the lovers from the village who met there in privacy,  smooching and exchanging intimate caresses, providing as it did, a stony single bed in a secluded corner.

When lusty young men of yesteryear brought their coquettish beaus to Edward’s graveside he witnessed every furtive fumble in their undergarments, overhearing their gasps and sighs of unbridled pleasure.  In the early years of his residence there, the boys from the mill would endeavour to persuade their girls to unbutton their blouses, or allow their petticoats pushed up to their waists exposing fleshy thighs and woollen stocking tops.  Often the simple act of gazing on these forbidden fruits or pawing at the tender flesh exposed was enough to make the lads spend in their trousers, while the girls hid their faces in shame.  Edward could feed off this energy:  stirrings of hunger, embarrassment and triumph.  Their high emotions helped him pierce the veil on Hallowe’en to walk among the living, along the streets he’d known towards the house where he’d lived.

During the war years the soldiers who came courting at his grave were bolder, their quest to experience love before returning to the front drove them to press the girls harder.  Rough hands went snaking inside skirts, skimming stocking tops to slide fingers under  french knicker lace to the silky curls beneath, coaxing down the honeyed arousal with their eager fingers.  

As the war droned on, land girls and factory girls felt as desperate as the soldiers, longing for male attention now most young, healthy lads were far away.  Rationing meant that often their stockings were actually gravy-browned legs with a seam drawn up the back with eyebrow pencil!  Many girls had learned to find pleasure alone, fingers delving and rubbing shamelessly between their dewy folds on lonely nights, so a real man pressing them urgently against a cold lichened tomb often found that fondling a curvy breast and ample buttock led to a knee-trembler.  Each party enjoyed the caresses which led to thrusting and gasping, striving to squeeze maximum pleasure from their frantic coupling.

Edward’s heart leaped at the moans and grunts of these standing fucks, which boosted his spirit with energy to be free.  Each time a girthy cock was grasped by a delicate female hand to be squeezed and pumped till it spat hot white seed into the ivy trailing over his tombstone, Edward gained a better grasp on materialising.  Every beauty who allowed her pert breasts to be displayed for fondling and licking, or her skirts to be pulled up to allow a lad to lap at her labia or finger her until she spent, gave a surge of energy to his ectoplasm which allowed him to levitate back from the valley of death into our world.

As Edward’s strength grew, over passing years, he found he could participate in pleasuring the girls.  At first he could only ‘present’ himself as a chilling draught which gave them shivers down their spine or goosebumps on their already-pebbling nipples, but he honed his skill over time, utilising the lovers’ stolen energy until he could press his ghostly lips to theirs.  Many a girl was startled from the throes of ecstatic lust as their sharp suited boyfriends finger-fucked them - mini-skirts pushed up and their tights pulled down - to feel a thrill from the cold pressure of Edward’s kiss before experiencing the icy probe of his tongue into their mouths.  Some had yelped with surprise and fear, but they didn’t stop.  A chilling fright was what they’d come seeking, these lovers who made out in a graveyard at Hallowe’en.

His favourite encounter so far was with the two girls who’d kissed so tenderly against his grave before the tall, slender one began her sapphic worship between her curvy friend’s thighs.  He’d felt a stirring within his long dormant core as he watched the kneeling girl’s busy tongue licking and sucking while her companion sighed and moaned, transported with delight by the sensations her friend was evoking.  Edward fondled the curvy girl’s breasts, delighted to be able to feel her hardened nipples which responded eagerly to his increasingly hard pinches and tugs.

He felt a restorative pang of energy when the standing girls reached her gasping climax but was disappointed when the lovers left before he could feed off the kneeling girl’s orgasm too.  He could tell that his presence had been detected,  but maybe this was progress, evidence that his manifestation was getting stronger.

This story is submitted for the #MasturbationMonday  and #KinkoftheWeek memes, click the link to see who else is participating for week 216.
To continue the story read part 2 & part 3.

Friday, 19 October 2018

Meet the Toughest Sex Blog Critic (#SoSS 101)

For this weeks #SoSS post I recommend these links to blogs I enjoy but I also warn that there are some explicit penis pictures, because that is the trademark of the person I have interviewed.

Observations on a fellow passenger from Bibulous1

Ella’s sub finds out what happens when you disobey your mistress

Elliott’s guest post follows Sue on a saucy journey

LSB shows us how to look both smouldering and cute as a button (I'm a sucker for over-the-knee socks!)

You can’t fail to be moved by the sexy, ruined image Violet’s put together!

Floss talks us through some of her kinky rope ‘moves’

Ina’s new apartment has an evocative fragrance which entices her like a lover

Submissive’s fabulously paced tale of a peeping tom

A fabulous picture to accompany a traditional tale, both beautifully illustrate Molly’s appreciation for what others might find taboo

Anne Stagg (new to me, but not for long!) provides us with searingly hot rope-play fiction plus two erotic reading recommendations - thank you Anne!

Sorcha’s sexy tale set in a theatre will blow your socks off!  (it did mine, and I was only party to the rough draft!)

Please read on friends for a rare interview with Elliott's famous appendage 'Spanky' who is keen to give us his take on his life as a sex blogger's muse and key companion!

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

I’m actually just a prop in Elliott's sex blog (along with my play-partner Scrotum). I’m also involved in a lot of his stories.

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

Well, The Life of Elliott and All that Jizz - it’s his name and what he makes me do.

  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

(Elliott's blog)  Tales of Sex, showing off as he masturbates me, I guess.

  • How long have you been blogging on this theme? 

Elliott wrote his first post, starring me of course, in Feb ‘16 after seeing his friend Cara Theron’s sex blog

  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

I love when he cinches a cockring tight around my pal Scrotum and uses a masturbation sleeve on me, with lots of lube preferably.

  • Do you have a favourite kind of lube, and what is the worst? 

It depends on the situation, of course… Wet Silk, Tenga (the menthol one) and The Butters are faves.

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

Pussies only please!  I remember when Elliott was 14 he and a friend played with me and his friend’s cocks out of curiosity, but thank goodness after that they found girls.

  • What’s your preference - smooth labia,  natural hair quantity or other - and why is this?

I’m not picky, love a good landing strip.

  • When  Elliott took you to clubs (back in the day) what sights or sounds made you feel raring to go?

Oh Posy, those were the days. 

In 1978 he took me to our first club. It was in a large house in downtown Berkeley, California. A friend of his set him up with a woman he knew to get him in the door. We were very nervous, in fact scared, but gathered our courage and went. At the door we gave her name and they told us to take off our clothes and showed us which room she was in. (I don’t remember her name, but Elliott still has a photo, we met her a few times after that in a motel halfway between our cities.) 

The room was a group room and there were some people fucking on mattresses in the center, with other people grouped around watching.  I remember one couple, the woman was masturbating the man as matter of factly as you could imagine, and what was odd is that she did that all night, every time we passed the room! Anyway, our new friend was very nice and said she would give us a tour of the house, fuck us first, and then we were on our own to explore.  And that’s what we did! 

  • What is the kink or fantasy you’re happiest that Elliot gave a try?

Probably when he had two sisters.  One was pulling on me while the other was squeezing my partner in sex, Scrotum. 

  • Your first sexual fantasy that you’re aware of rousing you - was it total fantasy or involving a real person? (can be TV/film character or someone in your life):

Well, I’ll say this, the one person he is obsessed with is Jennifer Garner, the actress who starred in Alias on TV. He once flew us to New York City to see her in the Broadway play ‘Cyrano de Bergerac’ in 2007. I’ve heard him say he would love to introduce me to her.  

  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay? 

I’ve enjoyed some very enjoyable encounters, but it takes some doing. 

  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

Elliott loves to show me off with his friends, we both get excited when his cell pings with a text message.  Of course Facetime is the best.  

  • Do you watch porn?  

Elliott does, he loves amateur porn and uses me constantly while viewing. 

  • Nominate your favourite adult film: 

Baby Face by Alex de Renzy has made me cum many times. 

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

I can’t tell you how many orgasms I’ve had while Elliott loves and appreciates his friend You Wont Tame this Sassy Cat's blog. 

I must add, Elliott has spent considerable time with your stories and photos, Posy, and we’ve had many happy endings. I hope that was okay to say, I don’t think he’ll mind.  (Posy says: "Spanky - I am blushing, but I am flattered and complemented 💋")

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

This week I was thoroughly entertained and challenged by the task of judging the #SinfulSunday picture meme (#392) ~ My selections are here

My #MasturbationMonday piece was : A Graveyard Dare

For #WickedWednesday I wrote :  Purple Prose

An erotic story collaboration (with PAJ Wood) also went live on FrolicMe :  Kitchen Sex