Thursday, September 18, 2014

e[lust] edition #62 ~ Enjoy!

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Photo courtesy of Bawdy Bloke

Welcome to Elust #62 -

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 #63? Start with the rules, come back October 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Sex Blogger Life: Real Talk
Selfies, Shame and Safety 
'Dress me like a slut and punish my cock'

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

I live in a sex-positive bubble.
Wicked Wednesday: Silent Memories  

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
Are you guilty of slut-shaming sex doll lovers?

 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!


Writing About Writing

Why can’t I write gay erotica?!
Cream doesn’t rise: the state of UK erotica
Coming clean about writing dirty...
The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales

Erotic Non-Fiction

I've Collared Myself a Human Pony
Strapped Back In
View From The Bridal Suite
It's a date (2/2)
Your Tears Make Me Wet.
Photograph
Spanking – the ultimate mood changer

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Yes, I am a slut. So?
M feels that labeling myself “gay” erases him
"Appearance Not Important"
Traditional sexual consent vs bdsm consent
Bigger Doesn't Mean Better! 
All in One Person: Thoughts on Non-Monogamy
I Lust, Therefore I Am
Buddhism and Poly
The Great Outdoors
My Love Is Not About You #SameSexCouples
Thinking of You
Tantra Massage For Multiple Male Orgasm

Blogging

Blogging: My Layout Pet Peeves
An Unpleasant Outing

Erotic Fiction

The Flight Attendant’s Return Home…
Kinky Cocktail Story Time: The Jelly Bean
Spanked Silent
Hunted

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Quantification of Everything (Especially Sex)
Polyphobia - The New Homophobia  

Thoughts and Advice on Kink and Fetish

For Submissives.
Protocols. I Want.
When You Can't Trust Your Body
Masters Guilt
BDSM Is Not (the only) Kink
Fetal



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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

All He Could Do Was Moan.


I love when he prepares for me. Aching, throbbing, pushing through the pain toward pleasure.

I could see the sexual tension surrounding him even as he walked through my front door.  He had only been wearing the cage since the morning, but all day he had been kept aroused by our texts. Confessing hours later that he had earlier laid on his bed naked, belly down, fucking the mattress, edging, his cock straining against the cage as he thought of seeing me. 

I watched as he tried to remain calm, carefully removing his clothes and laying them on the hall way bench. He made a slight sound and his face twitched as his pants slid over his semi-erect caged cock. I took a step closer, my eyes studying the flesh of his cock making it's way through the rings of the cage. At my visual inspection his cock hardened and pressed further along it's barrier. He was irresistible as he stood there naked, extending out to me with his soul waiting to feel my touch. With the look of desperation in his eyes I couldn't help but reach up and surround him with my arms, pulling him close until I felt the hardness of the cage against me.  

All he could do was moan.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Waking up Sleepy

Sometimes the lack of sleep can be a joyful occurrence when the reason for it is your partner has been fondling you all night. Groping whether he's awake or half a sleep; reaching for your body to touch and feel your warmth pulled against him. His hands making paths along your waist, outer thighs, then slipping in between them to fondle the warm lips that are waiting between your legs. It's a comfort for him to know you are there, still hungry for him even in your sleep. To know that when he turns your body to meet his it awakens your need to feel his skin against yours.  To reach inside you and know that he can still arouse your desire even when you slumber. You stir and move closer and press into his touch. Automatically your juices start to flow in preparation for more of him. His mouth nestles into your neck, his breath tickling your nerve endings, his voice whispering in your ear, "...more please....".

I love waking up sleepy.

More Please......

Saturday, September 13, 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! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

Every once in a while I run across some excellent pics of beautiful, naked mature men. Here are three that I posted this week. I do love the young men, but in real life it's the mature men that get my attention. They come with a wealth of history and richness that only time can deposit in a soul. They are delightful and I enjoy all that they bring to my life.

You are All Beautiful!





Wednesday, September 10, 2014

To Serve Her.


For some men they need more than a physical orgasm ... It's the blowing of their mind they yearn for. I believe this is something developed in men as they age. The beauty of a mature man is his capacity to surrender and flow with a trusted woman. He's gone through his hormone driven need to fuck every person who stirs his desires. His young menu was more like the Country Buffet. A little bit of this and a little bit of that until he was satiated...at least for the next few hours. They're adorable those young little studs dripping at every opportunity. And they can go for hours, but the mature man has learned how to slow down and enjoy the journey.  He has found the pleasure in being explored, teased, aroused, denied again and again. 

In his search for more, this man has lowered the draw bridge protecting his emotions to let his sensitivities escape. He has learned that there are other areas on his body besides his cock that elicit great pleasure. He listens with intent to the woman who has captured his imagination and mind. He surrenders his body, mind and soul willingly to her pleasures...whatever they may be. In her care his mind has taken his senses and body to places before unknown.  

She has taken possession of him.  His pleasure is to serve her. 

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Play for Me.


From my couch I watch as you move cautiously through my kitchen, searching in the drawer for the wine opener; reaching for two wine glasses in the cupboard above; muscles contracting along your naked back. Your balls and cock swing gently as you turn and walk back to the center counter where the bottle containing our favorite red wine waits for you. I see you quietly take a deep breath. I know you hope I don't notice as you try to put your best behavior before me.

Your head is bent slightly down as you walk toward me and hand me my glass. You remain standing, holding your own, waiting for my direction. I inhale the aroma of good wine as I tip the rim to my lips. You remain silent and your thighs start to twitch as you realize I'm studying your naked frame before me. My eyes creating paths of desire up and down your torso.

Your cock is semi hard, hanging over your balls...I want to see it hard. I reach toward you and run one finger from base to tip. It bounces up to reach my touch and hardens more.

"Touch it pup. I want to see you play. But don't put down your glass. Stay right here in front of me. I'm going to watch that beautiful hand of yours caress and stroke what belongs to me until I finish my wine and say you can come."

Already drops of precum are moistening your cock head.  Your hand starts there, sliding the wet drops along your shaft. You start to tilt your head back..... "No pup. Look directly at me. Your eyes on my eyes. Show me the hunger that drives you to my side."

You moan and force your gaze towards me. This opens you up more and the exposure and vulnerability increases your desire. The nakedness of your soul is far greater than the nakedness of your flesh. Your left hand holding your wine glass starts to tremble as your cock pulses and hardens more with each stroke.  I watch as your eyes widen, you pulling every once of strength within you to keep from coming.

I drink my wine slowly and with great pleasure.  I like to watch you play.



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! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

You will never forget why you are mine. 


Today's Eye Candy is about the dynamics of couples.  Finding that one who triggers every naughty, kinky place in you and takes you beyond known borders into ecstasy. Celebrating chemistry and great connections.








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! http://sexualdestinies.tumblr.com/

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.