Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Strength and Feel of His Cock

Sometimes all I really need is to feel the strength of his body pressed against me; our sweat mixed gloriously together into a natural lube as our flesh slides back and forth; his arms firmly around me in the very vanilla missionary position; his face nestled in the curve of my neck; his breathing hot and welcoming.

It had been weeks. Six and a half to be exact. Too long to only hang on memories as my body craved his touch. His lips warmed against mine at the first kiss and embrace. No thoughts of anything but the feel of his body pressing against my own as my hand found the growing cock tucked away in his pants, dripping and aching to be free.

In my room he stood naked before me, my eyes enjoying him again, finally. His cock pointing in my direction. Firm, veins bulging, dripping ... always dripping with anticipation.

More kissing, tasting, sucking, licking but finally cock and cunt needing to be joined once more. Hunger overtaking the desire to prolong the entry.

Feeling his slippery head tease against my silt, my cunt, dripping with her own juices, opens to welcome him home. We slowly move; our bodies are one. Muscles and flesh remembering the rhythm we have grown accustomed to.

We take our time, drinking in the pleasure of the other. Our bodies tightly pressed. My arms, legs wrapped firmly around him. I feel the strength of his cock slowly move against my walls, finding the sensitive spots with familiar knowledge. My muscles contract around his shaft to increase the friction. His cock pulses inside me and I pull him deeper.  He continues to hold me close, both melting into the other. The rhythm between us varies as we build each others arousal. I don't want it to end. I want this feeling....always.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site!

I'm not sure what it is about men in showers that triggers me intensely!  I believe it's thinking he is so distracted that I can come upon him, taking him by surprise.  A lovely thought.

Obviously I'm not the only person who finds these types of images wonderful.  For all my 'Men in Shower' friends... Enjoy!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Take off Your Insecurities

Your beauty comes more from your soul than the body you train for my viewing. As much as I love to gaze at the results of your efforts, it's the tearing down of your walls that draw me closer to you. I desire to see the questions that form in your eyes as you watch me study every crease and fondle those beautiful balls that hang between your legs. Will they be pulled, teased, tortured tonight? What will I ask of you? What will I require? Will you have a voice or be instructed to silence. Only allowed to have your body speak for you. 

Does it matter? You're here, where you want to be. In a trusted place with one whose only desire is to open you up and make you whole. You want me to reach into your soul and pull out every fear that has kept you from tasting life in a deeper more satisfying way. Facing them one at a time to fully gain the authority that has been yours from birth. Embracing every beautiful quirk and unorthodox wiring according to society's definition. 

Your desire for freedom has brought you to me. Not your savior, but your lamp-holder, shining the light to guide you back to your own path. I love your frame, it's well tended and maintained to bring me pleasure. You easily offer it to me, but I know you hide behind it's beauty thinking it's enough.  

Before you open your body to me, open up your soul. 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Your Tears Make Me Wet.

I hear it.  That crackling sound mixed in with your staggered breathing. It's the sound of the porcelain around your heart weakening ... hairline cracks growing, then giving way to the pressure building inside your emotions. In the depth of your soul pain starts to pierce through the tenderness of your heart; the heart you've protected behind that adorned casing. Fear of what is coming to the surface makes your temperature rise, heat starts flooding over your skin. Sweat now beading down the crevice of your chest, around the back of your neck, along your hairline; your tongue feeling thick, mouth dry. Your nipples tender from the pulling of the clamps. Your ass red with small welts rising from the dance of my switch upon it. Nerve endings heighten, your mind waiting, lost, surroundings faded... your ears straining to hear my breathing.

How beautiful you look to me at this moment. Undone, poured out, unraveled. I move in front of you. Your head hanging down.  I undo the blindfold and find it wet with sweat and your tears. I bend down to you and whisper in your ear, "You wanted this. You begged me for this. Don't waste it. Let go and give me everything."

The porcelain gives way and hidden, unexplained pain breaks free and rides waves of tears and broken breaths. I pull you close; your head pressed against my breasts and keep whispering in your ear, "You wanted this...."

You nod your head in agreement and the tears continue to flow. You feel my touch and hear my slowly centers you once again.

Through your pain and full surrender my desire has grown. The rawness of your soul heats my own flesh. Your tears make me wet.

Monday, August 18, 2014

e[lust] edition #61 ~ Enjoy!

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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 #62? Start with the rules, come back September1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

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Bloggers, please
I Touch Myself
Stunt Porn / People Porn

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Is sex unsexy? A 'His & Hers' post
Van Gogh, an erotic author and a selfie...  

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  His Desires

 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!  

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anorgasmia in women
One Week On
Safe Craigslist Hookups
Online Dating: How to Talk to People
Stealth Sex Toys-Stash Management
Last Longer In Bed For Men Naturally

Erotic Non-Fiction

Spicing Up Sex Life
Gasp, Shake, Thank You
Again and Again
Fapping to My Photos and Stories
Did you miss me?
Desire….What happens when you can’t succumb?
Off Balance
On the Sofa
The Solace of My Body
Self Given
Orgasms & Ice Cream
Skid Marks

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Jacky au royaume des filles
What makes a sex writer?
Dubrovnik whore as metaphor 4 Balkan politics
Am I Pretty or Ugly?

Erotic Fiction

Lonely observations
Fucking and Being Fucked
The Churning Black, Part 4
A Return to Purpose Bang on Target!
Polished Please
My Night With Lilith

Writing About Writing

Words That Shouldn't Be In Erotica
Transhumanist Erotica: Jacked In


Just One Look

Thoughts and Advice on Kink and Fetish

The Hotness Of Cockteasing A Guy In Chastity
My eyes are over here
Submissive Men 101 Facts
Emotional Masochism
The time I made him make me safeword


Frame Game - A Lusty Limerick


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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site!

Today's choices are all about submission, hunger and desperate, raw need! Some say that dominance is about control. I say it's about the ability to recognize a need in the other and breaking that open so they can experience the depth of who they are.  There must first be a surrender of trust and then a release of their own control over managing the fear of what lies beneath them. Can they trust you with the revelation of something they may not even understand themselves?  Something they have not had the courage to look in the eye and confront. With your strength and guidance they walk into that darkness holding on to your voice every step of the way.

This is the craving that drives me into his space. His hunger, need and rawness of surrender poured out into my arms.  It's a journey.  There's a purpose and the desperate look in his eyes tell me to keep going. That look says, "Lead me, guide I am ... yours".

You will do as I say.....

Let's go over things one more time.....

Yes, that's it. Lean into me and breathe.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Palm of my Hand itches for You.

After some time has passed since we last played I find a hunger rising inside me that eventually reaches the palm of my hand and my flesh starts to crave the touch of your flesh. Memories flash along my mind of your naked, beautiful body bent over in front of me.  Cock and balls harnessed tightly, hanging.  Legs spread wide to give me full view as you stretch your frame along the table beneath you. You wait for my touch wondering if it will be the softness of my hand, a hard stinging slap or the feel of my crop or flogger.  

I stand there behind you, taking your submission in as I slowly breathe to reduce my own excitement. You're still, knowing better than to move without being told.  I let your anticipation build then reach out my right hand and quickly slap your right ass cheek. You jump and then immediately steady yourself again. 

I can still feel your flesh moving beneath my hand.  Watching the redness grow over your skin. Gently touching you, smoothing your skin, tenderly kissing, then you feeling the switch of my flogger against the inside of your thighs. Lightly moving over your balls that hang so vulnerable before me.  Over and over again I repeat the process.

Then when I finally have you stand and face me, you're trembling and your legs are weak. You start to fall towards me and I balance you against my strength.  Your head is bowed down. Your mind is groggy. Your eyes hazy.  

I love having you poured out before me. 

I love my flogger!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Saturday Eye Candy!

To celebrate Saturdays and that we all need a diversion or two, here are a few of my a favorite Eye Candy today from my tumblr site!

I found this week a lovely Tumblr blog filled with entertaining and lustful 'selfies'.  Male Light ][ An Exploration  This young man is artful, funny, creative and erotic.  You'll have a great time exploring with him.  Below are some of his pics I've posted on my own tumblr. Enjoy! ~ Vista

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Thoughts of a Submissive Man

KP sent this to me earlier this week. I love the insight into his thoughts. This is a good follow up to my 'Submissive Men 101' post.  Thank you lovely KP for giving me your permission to share.  xxoo  
~ Vista

Drop your clothes on the floor. Or fold them and place them on the chair. What did she say? Do that. She wants to see you naked. Does she want to see your body? It's not important. It is a power thing. Follow orders. Take off your clothes and stand before her because that is what she told you to do. Do it because she said so. 

Your cock isn't hard. Should it be? Does she know that you feel more naked, more vulnerable this way? Yes, she knows that. She knows everything. She knows that you will be hard when she wants you to be. Is your cock big enough? No, it's not. You, and your physical body, will never be enough. Better be good with your tongue. Better try harder, longer, faster, and slower. She will watch you fail, and she will be satisfied if she sees you try. So try harder.

She wants you on your knees. So kneel. But first, be present. Think about what she wants. She wants to see you acknowledge her, show respect, and submit. Kneel in submission, and realize that you are offering yourself to her. Understand that this is a privilege afforded to the few men she chooses to serve her. Don't be jealous. Of course she has other men satisfy her, you should hope that they do. Show gratitude that she allows you to do the same. Know your place. Which is on your knees.

Show her. She wants to see the expression on your face. She wants to see the pleasure, and the pain. Everything that she does to you is an attempt to take you to a place where you are unguarded, and she wants to see what you do there. Nothing will feel as good as the stroke of the whip that you didn't expect, or the stroke of her hand that you couldn't have anticipated. The point where she pushes you to a new understanding of what she can and will do to you. Show her that you are grateful for it.

She is not your fantasy, she is real. Your fantasies always fail to surprise you, whereas she never will.