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e[lust] e[dition] 44!

April 6, 2013

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Everyday D/s

Honesty sometimes feels like manipulation

Blood, life, sex

~ Featured Posts (Molly’s Picks) ~

Grief and Sex

Bringing Others into a Dom/Sub Relationship

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

Adventures In… Lube-land
ORAL SEX, AS STANDARD AS THE WHEELS ON A CAR
PolyAnna’s Musings: Radar Love
A productive morning
Livia Has a Crush
Terms of Fatness

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Thoughts: Feminism, Sexism and Submission

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Deep subspace – sexy or scary?
Django Unchained: the suffering black female
What the hell is ‘NORMAL’ sex anyway?
Before
All About the Collar
Dirty Little Secret
Honesty

Erotic Fiction

Master’s Valentine’s ToDo List
The Passion of First Encounters.
Ma’am’s Turn (First Meeting Part 3)
Nipple torture and girl love
The Boundary
I’m in the Mood
Skin
Memories
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Two
Want
A Quick Preview

Erotic Non Fiction

Lindsey’s Orgasm
Blog Jammin’
Postponing the Inevitable
Watching Has its Own Rewards
A Farewell Torment
Writhe
I want to lick your pussy
Cap D’Agde 2012 Foam Party
Dirty Hot
Eighty-Five Minutes
Saying Goodnight
Hundreds of orgasms
our open marriage- mina’s date
1+1+1= My first threesome
Writing Sex Scenes
Beginnings and Endings
Glass Bottle
One Cole the Dane + One WeVibe Salsa = Orgasm

Blogging

Epiphora’s beginner’s guide to sex toy review
Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Eroticon

Erotic Eroticon
Finessing Sex- A Snippet Of Fiction
Eroticon Highlights
Bite Me

Poetry

In the Back Seat of the Bus
Transmogrification
Gelüste
Oiled Seduction

Lolita Twenty-twelve, Part Four

August 3, 2012

Copyright 2012 M2b

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*Aaah….aah…aaah…*

Daphne’s panties stretched like a trampoline between her ankles as her fingers slid in and out of her cunt with a feverish rapidity while her back arched against the toilet seat.

*Aaaaaaaaahhhh…*

Nipples pressed and breasts shook uncomfortably against bra fabric, just behind the beautiful silk bridesmaid dress which *mostly* covered that which wasn’t riding above hips.

Thoughts of Alex – his cock, pushing against the back of her throat…sliding between her slick, dripping cunt…slamming her between the cheeks as she moaned and groaned – fired Daphne’s imaginative juices, percolating the very REAL juices, sluicing her rapidly-gyrating fingers.

…a rap at the bathroom door.

‘Daphne! We’re going now! What’s taking so long?’

Fuck!

‘Oh…aah…I’m…aah…*coming*…just give me…a…aaahhh…’

Darn that sister of mine! Way to blow the bliss…so close…SO…CLOSE…!

*rap* *rap*

‘C’MON! Daph! We need to GO!’

Quick wipe…panties up…oh, shit…my hands. O, well! Gotta go! No time!

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Mom and Dad had taken their car, allowing me the luxury of driving with Cassie in mine, dubious blessing. Cassie eyed me suspiciousy from the passenger seat, her nose wrinkling as we headed down the highway toward my cousin Emanuel’s wedding. All I did was narrow my eyes back, pursing my lips and staring at the road ahead of us. When Cas jostled me with her elbow, I ignored her. Then I jostled her back.

Younger sisters. Could be *such* a pain. Well, wait until SHE graduates and then we’ll see how smart – and horny – she is. As if age makes any difference.

*Damn* I was moist. STILL moist. Fingers never getting a chance to finish the job. And…oh, that’s where the smell was emanating from. Both places, actually. Would have to wipe off the steering wheel. When I got a chance.

I squeezed my thighs together as best I could as I drove. Not that that helped. Much. Certainly didn’t help the throbbing between my legs. Alex – get out of my HEAD!

Cas nudged me again.

‘Perhaps this will help.’

Glancing over at her, she’d extracted a wipes box from her purse. I smiled weakly, hoping my face wasn’t too red. Taking one from the box, I smirked. Nice of her to offer; NOT so nice to be so obvious.

‘Thanks,’ I said, begrudgingly. Quickly wiping my hands and the steering wheel when we reached a stop-light, I dropped the wipe into my lap when traffic began moving again.

‘Want another?’

Cas was smirking overtop of the open wipes box in her hand, her eyes trailing toward my hemline.

‘No, I’m fine…thank you VERY much,’ I huffed.

Cas sniffed, conspicuously. ‘I trust you remembered your panties.’

I was red. ‘Shut…UP! Of course I did. Just never you mind, Cas.’

Cas snorted.

‘That’s the entrance to the lot there,’ Cas indicated, and I pulled into the almost full church parking lot, finding one of the last spots. Weddings were a big deal in Colombia. We took our Catholic tradition, vows – and especially the reception afterward – VERY seriously. Dad and Mom had arrived just ahead of us, and we all went into the church together, finding a pew for the four of us near the back.

The ceremony came and went, the bride and groom resplendent with me still unable to fully freshen up prior to the reception – providing Cassie with further opportunities for ribbing, much to our parents consternation.

‘Stinky’.

‘Shut UP.’

‘Girls!’ Mom exclaimed. ‘Get along!’

You listen to your mother, girls!’ Dad chimed.

Parents. AND sisters. It’s not like Cassie didn’t ‘do it’ herself – she was only a year younger than me, and we’d both grown up, well…very sexually aware? Despite our Catholic up-bringing, our parents also had very healthy – and positive – views about sex, and our bodies. At least ‘within context’ of course. Meaning, the context of married…FIRST’.

Yeah, sure – that was the tradition, anyway – even if they hadn’t practised what they tried to preach – nor had the boys we went to school with…and smooched with behind the school…and who tried, as best they could, to get into our underthings…

Perfectly normal. PERFECTLY healthy. TRADITION!

…and, darned if Emanuel wasn’t following the natural conclusion of such traditions. Don’t think Phillippa, his intended, could’ve been any more than into her 2nd trimester. Helped that they loved each other, too – but it wouldn’t surprise me if Phillippa’s dad had his shotgun stowed in the trunk of his car, just in case.

‘Oh, don’t you two look the picture!’ My aunt Maria – ever the effusive one – pinched and hugged when she saw Cassie and me prior to our taking our places at the head table. Who am I kidding – ALL my relatives…and friends…what can I say, it was…IS…a ‘touchy-feely’ culture. Lots of hugs and kisses on the cheeks (and as many gropes from randy Uncles as they thought they could get away with, particularly after the bar opened) to go around.

Tradition!

I just hoped that my ‘eau de printemps’ managed to mask the, erm, ‘other perfumes’, that still emanated, seemingly to mock and embarrass…well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!

Dinner was a lavish spread; traditional food following after blessings and the requisite homage paid. Toasts were made and speeches given, involving much glass clinking and bottle emptying.

And around that time – perhaps prompted by what little wine I’d been allowed – thoughts turned back…to where they were when I’d been so rudely interrupted earlier. (Alex! Throb…) To say nothing of finally being able to ‘wipe down’. Could I sneak away? Could I just go to the washroom without a big production being made?

Not if Cassie had anything to say about it.

‘Going somewhere?’ she said, none-too discreetly.

Giving me a VERY telling look, as if she could *feel* my pulse…as if she KNEW my panties were seeping again, damn her…she just couldn’t shut up as I got up from the table, making my discreet apologies.

‘Gotta PEE…ok?’

If only my ‘evil eye’ had caused…I dunno…her water glass to spill, or her dress to spontaneously combust…but it was not to be.

Good thing for HER.

Mom and Dad, having done a fair share of ‘glass clinking’ themselves, were fortunately past the point of caring what was going on between my sister any me. They were busy talking with relatives, and thinking up more toasts to share in an effort to empty as many bottles as possible.

Suck on THAT, sis.

Washroom was…just…a few teeters…down the slightly spinning hallway…almost there…almost there…

‘…Alex! What the…’

The door opened and closed with me behind it before I even had time to think…

Lolita Twenty-twelve, Prologue (pt. 3)

July 2, 2012

Copyright M2B

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The sun had been down for awhile, dinner had been served and was now happily being digested, and Carmen was snoozing along with many of the other passengers around us. I’d been surfing and reading on my I-Book, but was gettng drowsy myself.

Deciding that it would probably be a good idea to catch a few winks, I snugged under the blanket Carmen had offered to share and was herself currently keeping warm for the both of us.

…strange dreams…of daphne, kneeling before me, head bowed, arms extended; wrists within her cuffs, her collar glistening around her neck…

‘I am yours, Master…to do with as you please. My flesh is your flesh; my love, timeless and unending…love me as I love you…use me as you see fit..’

I snorted, barely stifling a full-on laugh. ‘Sounds like you got that from a book on Gor or something…’

‘Hey!’ I worked…really hard…on memorizing that!’ daphne exclaimed, breaking the mood by looking up.

‘I’m sure you did, love. And, don’t get me wrong – I love you…for everything you do. I guess what I’m looking for, well, simply has to come from the heart. From YOU.’

‘Kinda new to this, you know? And what part sounded insincere? I meant every word, even if it wasn’t original…’

‘Perhaps it’s just me. Come…up…’

daphne got up and climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss. ‘Sometimes…just sometimes…I wonder about just how ‘Masterly’ you really are…’

I laughed, kissing her forehead. ‘Guilty. I must admit, I’m not all that ‘Masterly’, as far as that goes. One thing I AM sincere about is my love for you, though, d. Of that you must never doubt.’

‘Nor you of ME…’Master’..’ daphne said cheekily grabbing my upright cock. ‘Permission to climb aboard?’

daphne straddled me, placing the head of my cock at the entrance to her cunt, slowly easing down as we both sighed…

I awakened, disoriented. Eyes still closed, I gradually remembered, based on the humm of the airplane engines, where I was. Still partially swaddled in Carmen’s blanket, most seemed to have moved back to seat 13B. Not only that, but on top of the vibrations of the airplane, a…new…different…vibration seemed to be coming from underneath the very blanket I was once warmly snuggled under.

Opening my eyes a crack…I couldn’t help but notice…Carmen’s crack. She was turned away from me, but was obviously very – if discreetly – rubbing herself. Massaging herself. With her mini-skirt now well above her hips.

…masturbating?

Holy fucking SHIT what an ass. And if she hadn’t been wearing panties when she first arrived, she certainly wasn’t wearing any now. I wondered if…with the sound of the plane and her concentrating on…well, HER business…if I just…unzip…quietly…pulling out from MY boxers…

There. SUCH a relief! So close, too…with my glans mere inches away from those ripe, full cheeks…

FUCK! WTF was I DOING?

…pretty obvious what Carmen was doing, though. And was that a gentle…whrrrr?

Looking down, I noticed the empty spot in the box where the vibe once was.

‘Ahem,’ I said, and Carmen started.

‘Oh! Sorry,’ she exclaimed in a whisper. ‘Didn’t mean to wake you.’

Turning around, Carmen had her blouse entirely open. Judging from the red marks around her aureoles, it appeared she liked things rough, too.

…self-mutilation. Hmmm.

‘So…I see you took things for a little test-drive.’

The vib, still quietly whrrring in her hand, glistened with Carmen’s juices.

‘Works well, too,’ Carmen said, a litle breathless. ‘The hype was true, though…it hardly makes any noise!’

‘I’m sure daphne will be pleased to ‘hear’ that.’

‘No, seriously, listen.’ With her vibe-free hand, Carmen reached between her legs, pulled apart her cleanly shaven lips, sticking the vibrator back inside her cunt. ‘Hear anything?’ she asked, pushing the vibe in and out repeatedly.

‘Oh…my…’ While not being entirely sure if eloquence was required at this point, it was lost on me either way. Pulling on the blanket so it covered us both, I slipped my pants down from my ass. I gripped my cock, stroking it in time to Carmen’s vibe thrusts, quite aroused at the sight of her masturbating.

‘Oh…oh…OH…’ Carmen moaned, her eyes closed. Fast and faster her hand thrust against her cunt, the vibe all-but lost inside her except for the part that she was gripping. Just as I was about to cum, I leaned over her. My cum squirted over the seat rest and onto her tum as Carmen herself seized up, her own orgasm obviously taking hold.

‘It works,’ Carmen gasped, letting go of the vibe while it continued its almost-silent whirring inside her.

‘Nice,’ I replied, my eyes half-closed themselves as I collapsed back into my seat, my own ‘vibe’ still clenched in my hand.

 

 

Lolita Twenty-twelve, Prologue (pt. 2)

July 2, 2012

Copyright 2012 M2B

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Carmen and I talked up a storm as our journey continued. Turns out her area of teaching was as much based on past studies as it was on, shall we say, ‘practical application’. Yes, Carmen was, herself, a member of her local BDSM community, a concept I more than delighted at the prospect of learning more about.

‘So…if you don’t mind my asking’, I said after our stewardess had passed by and both Carmen and I had indulged in a drink (plus the obligatory salted peanuts), ‘that…necklace…of yours…’

Carmen smiled, with both her eyes and lips, while taking a sip of red wine. ‘I see nothing gets past you,’ she laughed. ‘Yes, it is…a collar. And, as it follows from that, I have a wonderful Master awaiting me at home. And, no, I don’t mind telling you.’

‘Thank you for your honesty,’ I said after a sip of my beer. ‘It really is beautiful – and I admire your willingness – and bravery – to be so…well, ‘brazen’ has negative connotations, but you know what I mean…being so ‘out’, particularly in public.’

Carmen laughed. ‘Oh, darling – I’ve had many a year to wrap my head around this, believe me. Thing is, if I am to truly teach, and embody that which I’m trying to impart, it just doesn’t make sense to me to try and hide it – or even try to slip it back in my pocket after I leave the confines of the classroom – OR the bedroom.’

‘Understood. I still admire you for it.

Hey – I wonder if…would you mind…I have a few things I’m bringing for Daphne and, well…I’d like your opinion. If that’d be ok.’

‘Certainly! Whatcha got.’

Pulling out my own carry-on, I double-checked to see if anyone was paying attention to us. Noting that most people were ensconsed in either film viewing or snoozing, I carefully extracted a box from my bag.

‘I’ll be giving this, to Daphne,’ I said, opening the black leather covered box.

‘Oh…my.’ Carmen was clearly impressed. ‘Is that pure silver?’

‘So I was lead to believe – it certainly appears to be. You like?’

‘It’s beautiful…may I?’ Carmen reached over and extracted the collar from the crimson velvet lined box. ‘Mmm…my…very nice.’

Noticing that an older woman was looking in our direction, I said ‘umm…maybe we should put it away…’

‘Oh, never mind!’ Carmen laughed. ‘Old fuddys. As I said, I’ve had to overcome…a LOT…of prejudice…and being judged…it’s ok. But…here,’ she said, returning the collar to me. ‘I’m sure daphne will be very excited to receive this. I know I would be. Are those nipple rings?’

‘Shh!’ Still couldn’t overcome my own self-consciousness, despite Carmen’s attitude. ‘Yes,’ I whispered, looking down at the other box I’d opened to show her. ‘Bit over the top?’

‘Well…depends on what you two have agreed to, really. As for ME…’ Carmen said, turning to face me directly and unbuttoning her blouse, ‘I got mine done…YEARS ago. Wasn’t even a particularly subby thing to do…not at the time, anyway. Perhaps in retrospect…’

COCK STAND! If fuddy lady could only see – but fortunately, Carmen was turned so that only if someone in the seats in front of us stood up and looked over…

Sure enough, though it wasn’t immediately apparent when I was perving through the opening in her blouse, her nipples were indeed pierced – and standing straight on end, too – much like my cock. On top of that, her auroleas were stippled, making it quite clear that I wasn’t the only one enjoying the show.

‘Ja think,’ Carmen smiled, breaking my reverie. DAMN she was good at doing that!

‘Ohh…lovely,’ I croaked, tightening my legs around my balls.

‘They are, aren’t they,’ Carmen agreed. As she buttoned up again, I finally managed to exhale properly, smiling weakly in the process. ‘Had ’em done to commemmorate my 40th birthday – how long ago that seems now. But if you haven’t talked to daphne about this yet, well…you just might want to…or be prepared for the possiblilty that she may not go for it. I certainly didn’t mind the pain, but it IS a huge step, particularly in connection with the direction you’re taking.’

‘Thanks – agreed,’ I said. ‘We’ll have a fair few things to talk about, I’m sure…’

‘Is that a dildo?’

Carmen’s eyes had trailed to the rather phallic-looking object that accompanied the rings in the box.

‘A vibrator, actually – and not just any vibe. This one, purportedly, barely makes any sound.’

‘You haven’t tried it.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘I meant, at least turned it on!’ Carmen laughed.

‘Well, I was kind of in a rush when I got it…and it was at the last minute…I guess I…’

Carmen laughed again, slapping me on the thigh playfully. Which actually felt pretty good, coming as it was so close to throbbing cock.

‘I’m just teasing, love. I realize that not everyone swings both ways…’

…just…leave…it…alone…I thought.

‘I’m sure daphne will be delighted. You are obviously a very caring and considerate Master – one any aubby would be delighted to be owned by.’

‘You’re too kind.’

‘Not at all. I know a keeper when I sit beside one.’

Our mutual smiles were filled with meaning.

 

 

 

e-lust: need I say more?

September 30, 2010


Photo courtesy of Dangerous Lilly

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] #21? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ 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

e-lust: e-dition 18 – don’t BE so cruel!

August 4, 2010


HNT Courtesy of Barefoot Dreamer – Photo by Jon H.

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 CockI 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 #493It 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

e[lust]: e-dition #14

May 25, 2010

HOT out my pant-legs or sommat… ;->

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photo courtesy of Lila

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] #14? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Answers with an Agenda 1- FistingOnce you’ve gotten started using two fingers for a bit, then it is time to build until four fingers are sliding in and out of the person, and you are on your way.

GaggedI think it’s got to be a combination… fingers sliding into your cunt, a merciless tease of your clit, and yes, it’s going to have to be, lining my cock up with your ass.

MineI feel you stir beneath me as I create a rhythm, your breathing changing growing more shallow as you slip from sleep into arousal. My eyes lift to yours as you smile and try to move your arms and then freeze.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Puppet MasterWhen I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Shaping Some Limits “If you ever did that to me, I promise you would never see me again”.Those words were spoken to me this past weekend by my pet during one of our overnight dates. The subject was face slapping.

See also: Pleasurists #77 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

12 Licks of the Tawse
A Canvas for Pain
Best Friends
Fetish: What’s Yours?
Needles and Cock Choking
One Couple’s Journey into Kink, part 2
Pieces of Skin and Bone
Please hurt me unbearably, you fucking fucker!
Ssssh…
The Taskmaster’s Whip

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A (Short) Ode to Uncut Cocks
Compersive Vanillas?
How Fear can Lead to Understanding and Trust
I am not a rapist…
Mother’s Day Gift
On threesomes
On Friendship
Playing Nice On The Swingset
Tyler and Holly Give Swing Clubs Another Chance
The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter
third person
Whacking For America

Erotic Writing

26 minutes
A Request For Help
Are you willing, Are You?
A Squirting Experience
All Dressed Up – The Party ….part 2
Beginning
Book Orgasm
Dhanurasana
Flesh for Fantasy
Filled
Getting Lost in the Forest
Guest Post: Truck
Go Habs Go Domme Style
hotel window
How Do I Find You Sexy?
I’ll Be Waiting
Jim and Lisa
Keeping It In The Family
Mind the Gap
My Sluttiest Moment
My First Blowjob
Me, Myself & My Clit
Not Tonight Dear, I’ve Got A Headache (Part 2)
Pure, Unadulterated Desire
Predatory
rhythm
Something Different
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