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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

On Making Sex Last: Cheerleading & Open Relationships - as long as the possession stuff can be fun and consensual, and not interfering with each other’s sovereignty, I think the two—cheerleading and possession—aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive.

Owned – I had almost forgotten that while here, with him, I was HIS plaything. I was OWNED by him. We had discussed this. I knew the rules. I must not forget again.

The sheer indecency of what we are doing – Is he looking for what I’m looking for? Surely so—all men want that, don’t they? A flaming succubus that comes only in the dark to bring unworldly pleasures and leave behind strange lingering dreams that spice their dutiful daytime lives.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Stop Hating on Campus Sex Education – Clearly, there is a need for this education, because if it doesn’t come from sexuality educators, it comes from word of mouth (which can often provide incorrect information), or from the internet, or from trial and error.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Is it Really “Strange” Sex?

See also: Pleasurists #96 and #97 for all your sex toy review needs.

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!

Kink & Fetish

A teabreak tawsing
Blow job
Caribbean Screw
His evil twin
My adventure in subbing continues
My Big Pink Robot
Play Party!
Sisters unite for the MFW, part 2
The one with the Violet Wand
Turning Lemons into Lemonade
Wanton Wednesday: Bitten

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Cunning Linguists Are We: Cunnilingus 101
Crushing Swingerphobia by Hitting the Club
Coming Out & Invisible Illness
Hold Up Stockings
My First Grue in Review
NSE – New Swinger Energy
Relationships and Emotions
Sadie’s Thoughts on Cheating. Confession #507
Three’s Company, Too – Dreaming of the Multi-Relationship Home
The Sisterhood
Thoughts on bisexuality and visibility
When I’m Done With Crying…
Why Lie, Why Cheat?

Erotic Writing

A Raise
Any Idea?
Buttlove
Building the Anticipation
Coming Back to Me
Extraordinary Uses for Ordinary Objects
“Enslaved The Story of Jen” Chapter 13
Fantasy: Waking Up
Hotel windows…
I Give Good Head
Lipstick Kisses
Like Mother, Like Daughter
My first little girly night
One Night With NSVG
Oh, What a Night!
Revisited
Rekindling
She
Something in the Air
sacks, part one
The Quick Ebony Fux
up lateish

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Though the wind had a chill, portending an autumn which would arrive all-too soon, it was actually not that bad an evening. At least in the sun it was warm.

And the warmth was only slightly lessened by the breeze of the water as we headed down the path toward where ‘the deed’ would finally be achieved. Just ahead of us lay a set of stairs which took us down to water’s edge, and the anticipation of what lay ahead caused the hair on my arms – and certain other things – to stiffen.

You had dressed as I’d requested – in fact, you were wearing the outfit we’d picked up the previous weekend at ye local thrift store: a skirt that wasn’t quite mini (but close enough for my tastes) and underneath your jacket a sheer button-down blouse – true finds at just under $5.00 for the set (give or take HST). Was even able to pay cash and – did you look great modelling them the day we were there?

You betchy you did! Especially loved the glow on your upper cheeks when you came out of the change room wearing the first outfit we’d chosen.

‘A little…revealing,’ you’d said, giggling nervously. T’was true: The tube top, though snugging your luscious breasts MOST deliciously, wasn’t the most flattering, were the truth known. And the ultra mini-mini, though causing my cock to stiffen even more than it had in anticipation of seeing you – really would be an, erm, ‘hard’ sell – just getting out the door! (To say nothing of when you attempted to get out of a car…or when you sat down…or…)

‘Oh, all RIGHT,’ I sighed, perhaps a little over-dramatically –but I DID want to get the point across. That point being: I WAS in charge; you WERE here, modelling and trussing up for MY amusement, and so…

‘Try the other one,’ I conceded, adjusting my jeans while glancing around to see if any other patrons waiting to use the change room were paying us any mind. Relieved to see that everyone else seemed lost in their own business, I returned to standing a respectable distance away while you attended to YOUR business, just behind the door of the change cubicle.

‘Ooh…shit…sorry!’ I heard you whisper.

Approaching the door and knocking gently, I asked ‘Everything all right?’

You paused. ‘Not sure about this one, either, actually.’

‘Show me.’

Another pause. ‘Not coming out.’

I smiled. ‘Beg pardon?’

‘Not coming out…Sir.’

As if that were an appropriate response, too. Willing to let bygones go by (if only because I was interested in the destination, not the denouement), I ventured ‘I’ll come in, then.’

‘No!’ came your hasty reply. A little TOO hasty, to my mind.

‘…no? Starting to detect a theme, here.’ By this point, eyes were training on me, making me almost as nervous as you sounded.

‘Look, either we just drop this entirely, or you let me in – and before anyone sees us, too.’

Another pause. I glanced around in time to see those who were looking look away. Just as well, the nosey nellies. Getcher OWN submissive! Or as submissive as she seemed able…aah, breaking in newbs could be SUCH an ordeal!

‘Letting me in or not?’ I whispered as loudly as I could, indicating MY preference, since it appeared that one of us needed to take the cock by the balls.

Hearing the door unlatch, your eyes met mine through the crack. ‘Quickly!’

And then I was in, latching the door behind me.

Well. You had a point, I thought. Looking you over, this outfit DEFINITELY had…potential, but it was no more appropriate – for street wear, at any rate – than the one you’d just had on.

‘I look like a hooker,’ you said, with no small amount of disdain.

Umm, yeah- that was kinda the point, I wasn’t gonna say – at least not to your face. Suspect my eyes gave me away – or if they didn’t, the smile brooking my face couldn’t help but. You also smiled and your hands which, up until then, had covered your breasts, relaxed, and you dropped your arms to your sides.

‘I can see your nipples.’ I grinned.

‘No shit, Sherlock.’ My smile was not returned. ‘Sorry.’

The white blouse, undoubtedly weathered by time – and probably being cheap to begin with – was as sheer as could be. No complaints – at least not from ME – but, well…how to sell? How to SELL?

Telling you I could see your nipples probably wasn’t quite the way.

‘It’s a good color on you?’

Wasn’t doing very well at this, I could just TELL when your foot connected with mine.

‘Sorry,’ you said again, but I was unconvinced that you meant it this time.

The skirt – less like a belt than the last one but still…provocative – dipped down to just below…your sweet spots. Any false MOVE, however, and all respectability would go out the door.

‘Turn around.’

The curve of your hips, despite your saying how ‘flat’ your bum was, was nicely accented by the skirt, and me and cock nodded appreciatively.

‘Bend over.’

‘Tried that,’ you said, not turning to face me while you nervously fidgeted with your hands. ‘Wasn’t…pleasant.’

‘…bend over.’

I’d learn you yet. Sure enough, my fondest hopes were realized. In your undergarment-less state (which was how I had asked you to be, whenever we were together) required very little imagination over-working. Yes, the skirt, once ANY movement came into play, revealed its limitations, happily. Riding high, it almost seemed to double over itself as it slid above your cheeks to finally rest above your hips.

Nice. VERY nice.

‘Please don’t tell me this is the…this will be the…’ you stammered, attempting to steady yourself against the wall with one hand while the other fairly vainly tried to pull down the skirt.

Unfortunately – for YOU – I had different ideas.

‘Love it,’ I replied, deeply satisfied – and incredibly aroused. And just as the thought of doing a little hard-assed fucking right there and then crossed my mind, there came a knock on the door.

‘Everything all right in there?’ a lady’s voice enquired.

‘Fine – fine,’ you squeaked.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ I mouthed, moving to unlatch the door.

‘Looking like this?’ The look on your face was priceless.

Patting your still naked bum and gathering up your clothes, I smiled and opened the door as you frantically attempted to cover up.

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And, that’s how we came to arrive at the stairs, down to the waves which lapped and gently cheered in our background. Just prior to the final set, there was a cement landing with a metal railing. When we’d been here last time, I’d cautiously – albeit deliberately – found opportunities in which to touch you: an arm around your waist; a hand on your shoulder. That’s as far as it went that day, though. Since you neither returned my advances nor made any indication they were appreciated OR acknowledged, I’d thought leaving well enough alone was the best course of action.

That day.

When, in a convo after that incident, you suggested you were looking for a somewhat more ‘Dom-like’ approach, that was my cue to…well, let’s just say that today those boundaries, and notions, would be put to the test.

‘Well,’ I said, putting as much meaning into that one-syllable word as I could.

‘Well,’ you replied, as non-committal as ever.

‘Kiss me,’ I said, my back to the water and leaning against the railing.

Being three inches taller than me, you had a slight height advantage. Had it been me, I would’ve used that to my favour. With you, however – which was true of most ANYONE who wasn’t me – you merely…did what you chose to do, darn it all. And, in this instance, that was…

You paused. Then you smiled. ‘Just like that?’

I tried giving you a stern look. ‘Those WERE the stipulations. Need I spoil the mood by reminding you.’

‘Ok – it’s ok – sorry; I know…it’s just me…me on the fence again…’

‘You make it seem like you don’t WANT to…’

And then you did. As if the lesson came back to you in a BLINDING flash, you not only DID, but you did it as requested:

With passion.

Wrapping your arms around me, our lips connected. Not sure whose tongue brooked the others first, but I soon assumed the advantage by assaulting your tonsils with my mouth snake, then sucking YOUR tongue into my mouth with verve and abandon.

‘Mmmf!’ you grunted, but didn’t release. In fact, you seemed to grip me in your arms all the tighter, as my cock rose between us.

The wind was picking up, tossing the waves a bit harder than when we first arrived. We barely noticed, though, sitting down at the top of the final steps before the water. Taking your head in my right hand, I gripped your hair tightly. You started, your mouth opening precisely as I’d wanted it to. Kissing you again, my tongue continued its exploratory while my other hand moved toward your chest. Slipping my fingers between the buttons, I yanked at them forcefully. The top one popped off immediately, while the second merely loosened from the eye. Finding your nipple, I gripped it between thumb and index finger. Squeezing gently at first, I applied increased pressure until I felt the rest of your body stiffen. Relaxing my grip on your nipple, I then encircled your entire breast with my hand. Squeezing even more firmly, I pressed downward so that we both wound up lying beside each other on the hard, but warm, cement.

Ripping the rest of the blouse open, your chest was now completely exposed to the elements. Adding insult to injury, the skirt was now well up your legs, and your furry triangle glistened in the fading sun.

‘I…don’t think…we…shouldn’t…’ you gasped when I released your mouth from mine. Whether you meant that or not – assuming I even KNEW, much less cared – what you did mean – I was, well…fairly relentless. To say nothing of being insistent.

Between your legs my tit hand travelled, and your legs opened – whether you ‘meant’ to or not. (as if I’d have accepted anything less). Your slickness matched the glistening, and I had no trouble slipping between your lips. First one, then two…dare I try three? – fingers went in, as my mouth travelled to the tit I’d been neglecting. Flicking your nipple with my tongue, I vacuumed your entire tit into my hot, wet mouth. Clamping down and around with increased intensity, you gasped as my finger-fucking continued and I chewed your chest like a wad of doubld-bubble.

Rocking you in quadruple-time to the waves crashing below us, we set up a rhythm that might’ve even aroused Mother Nature…had she not been a part of things from the word go. You gasped, writhed, and moaned as I almost fist-fucked you, my cock desperate to become part of the mix – if it could last that long, that is.

~to be continued~

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #19? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Off Limits for 30 Days – “You don’t listen very well,” I heard her hiss. “That’s off limits, damn you.” And there was a crack and fiery agony clawed into my back.

The Joy of Sucking Cock – I wonder at times if that is why I am such a “good little cocksucker” as W calls me. When I am deeply into it, I almost enter this place where I am both the sucker and suckee, and it is as though it is MY cock being sucked on.

This intensity gets me riled when I am tied up (photo story) – James picked up that evil strap again. I watched helplessly as he positioned himself to use it on my pussy… Ever so lightly he started. Flick, flick, flick.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Ask Lilly: How do I know if a sex toy has phthalates in it? – The studies going around are saying that phthalate exposure can damage all sorts of organs, and can possibly cause cancer. There are a lot of harmful things in our world these days that we can’t avoid – so when we CAN avoid something like toxins in our sex toys, we should.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Portal. Confession #493 – It truly is a spiritual give and take, these sexual relationships I form. I can cross the threshold and see however much of someone that I choose to see, with whomever it is that I am involved with.

See also: Pleasurists #88 and #89 for all your sex toy review needs.

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!

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Defying Gravity with Carrie Moon
Interview with Dylan Ryan
Is “The Smoking Jacket” a Smoking Gun?
Naked and Famous
That’s discrimination! -or- Two Words I’m Sick of Hearing
Very Deserved Wrath- Not So New Problems

Kink & Fetish

10 Things I Love About My Slave
A Rope Pride Flag?
At Last
Correlations
dutch part 6 – the finale!
Discovering DebPorn
Independence Day
Kinkster Me
No Mosquito Fetish Here
Our First Play Time – Part 1
Please
Post Exploratorium HNT
Sex and Kink
Subspace
Thoughts on Single Tailing
THIS is what happens to naughty little redheaded sluts…

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Declaration of Independence — From the eXes
Ass to Mouth
Bi The Way – Male Bisexuality and Swinging
Don’t Beat Yourself Up
Euphemisms
Flying The Red Flag
Natural Born Swingers
Partnerships
Transtastic: On Coming Out as a Political Act
The Ins & Outs of Anal Sex
The Cialis Effect
Unusually High Sex Drive
Where is My G Spot?
Why Won’t Anyone Respond? — Help for Your Swinger Inbox

Erotic Writing

Adventures in Fisting
A Collision of Desires
boo full
Creature of habit pt. 3
Flashback: Our First Time
Fred
Fantasy: Australia Day
Good Morning
Get Down, Dirty & Get The Hell Out
I want…
Licked to orgasm
Sweat & Summer
Sparkly Vamp Erotica
The Ordeal (part one)
Upstairs. Now.
Wrestle

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‘You’re mine,’ I said, affixing the collar around your neck. I kissed you then, forcefully, pushing my tongue as far inside your mouth as it would go. You squealed and your eyes widened, but you met my tongue with yours, exuding the same passion that burned through me.

Pushing you back onto the bed, I gripped your tits firmly, squeezing as hard as I could. Your legs wrapped around mine as my cock pressed against your mound, and you reached down and positioned me into your cunt.

‘I love you so much,’ I gasped as my thrusts began. ‘I wish I’d known…wish I’d kno…’

You stopped me by pressing your tongue inside my mouth and pulling me tightly toward you. My balls slapped against your bum as we fucked, my fondest wish being that I could hold out for more than just a few minutes. I’d dreamt about fucking you – dreamed about HAVING you – for so long that it almost seemed surreal that we were here, finally, together now.

…unfortunately, the combined elements of being with you, having you, loving you and fucking you were so overpowering that…I came, all-too soon, my semen coating your insides with its sticky warmth.

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‘What’s wrong?’ you asked.

I sat beside you, my cock still hard and slick with cum, as you rested on one arm on the bed, gazing at me.

‘Just …frustrated,’ I sighed.

Sitting up, you wrapped an arm around my back, squeezing. ‘Why? Well, I KNOW why…or I can guess, but…trying to spoil the mood?’

‘Naah,’ I smiled, turning. ‘I just wish…we…this…could go on…’

‘And on,’ you finished, smiling a knowing smile.

Grabbing your head, I pulled you around and on top of me. Our mouths met as your tits mashed against my chest, and your tongue pushed into my mouth with an intensity matched only by mine.

‘What we have,’ you said, taking a breath, ‘is now. And it’s beautiful. Let’s not spoil the moment by worrying about the future, ok love? Just…love…me…’ you said, going on all fours overtop of me.

‘Oh, god…I do,’ I groaned, my body tingling at your touch.

Despite imaginings to the contrary, having you overtop of me like this – seemingly in control and taking charge –aroused me all the more. Could I let you dominate me? Was this domination, or merely a part of the ‘moment’, circumstantial and nothing more?

‘You like?’ you said, smiling and seeming to read my mind.

‘Mmm…’ I moaned, my cock throbbing at the feel of you against me. You kissed me again – deeply, as you slowly lowered yourself onto me. While unsure whether I could handle you pressing right on top of me, I nonetheless delighted in the prospect of seeing how much I could handle.

…ooh your breasts felt good, mashed against my chest! Your skin was so soft…your bottom, warm to the touch…I was starting to get a little short of breath, though – but it felt strangely wonderful! What a way to go, huh – smothered by the one I loved.

…and then you rolled off me.

‘You were turning bue,’ you said, giving me a peck on the cheek.

‘I never!’ I gasped, rolling toward you.

‘Well, red then. Didn’t look good in any case…not your best color.’

‘Your thoughtfulness is noted – and appreciated.’

‘Two decades in the medical field has taught me a thing or two.’

‘Has it really been that long?’

‘About as long as…well, we’ve been…we’ve NOT been…’

She didn’t have to finish the sentence.

‘Yeah. I know. Like I could forget.’

‘No sense crying over what might’ve been,’ you said, smiling a half-wistful smile.

Kissing you then, I said ‘I guess not. What about wanting to be more a part of each other’s lives, though. Can you see your way around that?’

‘Guess that depends on what that entails,’ you replied.

Taking one of my hands in yours, you placed it on your breast. Not missing my cue, I began kneading it with my characteristic intensity.

‘Mmm,’ you moaned, closing your eyes.

‘Something like that,’ I said, digging my nails in with increasing pressure to gauge your reaction. When you moaning merely intensified, I continued to squeeze.

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i would have her
raw
and unvarnished
if not actually
untarnished

despoiled, perhaps
most definitely
if that were her natural state
but that’s the rub

nature
vs nurture
like yin and yang
they’re inseparable

she is animal
feral and wild
hiding behind a wall
of defensiveness

and she’s a wonder of nature
perfect, and complete
in herself
albeit wth apologies

if only
she could recognize that
she need not be
anything other than

WHO SHE IS

if there were a way
of showing her
breaking down the walls
and defences

my destiny would be
to lead the way

~~~~~~~~~~~

An apology
Or acknowledgement
Not Acquiescence
But Acceptance

Of your part
In this play
Just this once
Just for today

To show me
That you care
That this isn’t just
‘what-ev-ERR’

Give a damn!
Give a shit!
Throw me a line
Make me feel that

You really care
You’re really there
I’m not just in it
Unawares

By myself
All alone
On a string
Just one more

Being dangled
Knocked about
In the net
Leave me no doubt

You’re worth the time
You’re worth my love
Worth EVERYTHING
Or at least a

Half-assed
Rhyme

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wait for you
Break for you
Prostrate for you
Defenestrate

For you

I die for you
Cry for you
To tell the truth
I’ve lied for you

All for you
Always was
But now I wonder
If the cause

Is truly worth it
My eyes opening
For the first time

Do you care?
Are you aware?
Or am I just
Someone else
For you to bury

Drop in your hole
Pit of despair
A self-made prophecy
Neither here

And never there

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You don’t fucking deserve me
You fucking laid me waste
You’ve taken me for granted
Seems, in your absolute haste

To throw down to your fan club
Giving credit, where it’s doo
You left the one person, in the dust
Who loved – nay, utterly worshipped you

So – whatever
Just one more soul
Who made the mistake
Dropped into a hole

Always more
Where that came from
They’re all dime-a-dozen
Easy go, and easy cum

When superficiality
is all that matters
Who cares who hates or loves ya
And whose blood that gets spattered

It’s all about the superficial
Matters knot when life’s torn apart
Always easier to kill another’s soul
When one doesn’t have a heart

So, onward! And forward!
There’ll be no looking back
When it’s all about the conquest
The thrill’s in the attack

Leaving others to pick up the pieces
And clean up in your wake
The lesson learned as follows:
When they give; you’ll gladly take

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6/06/2010 11:05:45 PM): Os are safe with me, I won’t lose them

6/06/2010 11:05:31 PM): when you’re ready – and you ARE – how long does it take

6/06/2010 11:06:33 PM): Given the right words, one or two minutes

6/06/2010 11:06:40 PM): hand in lap

6/06/2010 11:06:56 PM): TIGHTLY

6/06/2010 11:07:00 PM): clit

6/06/2010 11:07:24 PM): I dare ya

6/06/2010 11:07:43 PM): Mmmmm

6/06/2010 11:07:31 PM): press

6/06/2010 11:07:33 PM): HARDER

6/06/2010 11:07:52 PM): Is throbbing

6/06/2010 11:07:38 PM): DEEPER

6/06/2010 11:07:56 PM): with nipples, arching

6/06/2010 11:08:26 PM): Come

6/06/2010 11:08:45 PM): Please sir

6/06/2010 11:08:29 PM): come? please do

6/06/2010 11:08:46 PM): down to your rose

6/06/2010 11:09:05 PM): Thank you

6/06/2010 11:08:54 PM): where MY tongue is

6/06/2010 11:09:39 PM): Ahhhhh

6/06/2010 11:09:29 PM): baby

6/06/2010 11:09:52 PM): one of the many reasons why I take SO much pride in ownership

6/06/2010 11:10:49 PM): I feel you here

6/06/2010 11:11:01 PM): Or should I say down there

6/06/2010 11:11:06 PM): would hope…EVERYWHERE

6/06/2010 11:11:40 PM): Yes Sir

6/06/2010 11:11:30 PM): yes?

6/06/2010 11:11:49 PM): Down to my toes

6/06/2010 11:11:43 PM): clit

6/06/2010 11:11:47 PM): and rose?

6/06/2010 11:12:15 PM): Yes sir

6/06/2010 11:12:33 PM): All

6/06/2010 11:12:24 PM): good

6/06/2010 11:13:08 PM): I hope you can feel it too

6/06/2010 11:13:07 PM): I do

6/06/2010 11:13:18 PM): wish I could feel a little MORE, butt…

6/06/2010 11:13:42 PM): Have to go

All right, then…