Thursday, September 30, 2010

e[lust] edition #20


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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.

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

WTMFI - Week 19: Couple's Retreat


Question 1: How did you and your partner meet? Did you know immediately that they were the one for you? How long after you first met did you start to date?
Met her the modern way... online. Nono... not a dating site. I was bored, I was chatty, went from there. She was fairly enchanting right from the start, but it took a little more than 'immediately' (not a lot more though). I'm not sure whether the first meeting could be called a date, but if not, then perhaps a week? Anna will know better, she has a better memory for such things.
We were totally ahead of our time. We met through IM chat. He clicked on me and we chatted. I gave him my number and he called me. We picked a place to meet and um... I took my mother along just in case he turned out to be an axe murdering internet killer. It took three weeks for him to say he loved me. He was leaning against his car in the driveway of my parents' house and he just said I love you. I took a little bit longer to say it back, but not a lot longer.

Question 2: What's your favorite thing your partner does? Least favorite?
The favourite things she does would revolve around cooking delicious dinners... making me smile, even when I'd rather be sleeping... and that one thing she does with her hands that just makes me want to crawl through the mattress and hide... so sensitive! Least favourite would be trying to make me smile when I'm trying to sleep.
I love how Arthur is always thinking of me, how he buys be little things when he is out and about and how he suddenly develops a desire for take-away when I'm tired or have had a long day. My least favourite thing is probably his patchy memory about where the dirty dishes go.

Question 3: What's something you wish your partner would do more of, sexually and non-sexually?
Sexually, I really like her on top... she worries about barking (I think?). Non-sexually... *ponders*... walking the dog around the block?
I would adore more cuddling and teasing play without the expectation of actual sex (I sound like a text snippet from Cosmopolitan!) and maybe a little more suggestive talk. With everyday stuff... I want to say lawn mowing but that isn't really fair because he's allergic to grass. I'm not really sure, he does so many things, I can't really think of one thing I'd like him to do more.

Question 4: What's everyone's thoughts on PDA's (Public Displays of Affection)?
No strong feelings for or against. If it makes someone else uncomfortable, I'd avoid doing it. Otherwise I think, if it feels right, right there, then why not?
Well after having a socially dense couple grope and pash in our kitchen while a bunch of other people tried desperately (and unsuccessfully) to carry on with the conversation they were having, I'm thinking there is definitely a time and a place. I'm not really very fussed about it on the physical activity sense, I just think that certain situations aren't designed for couples/groups/etc to go off on their own little thing and leave everyone else wondering where to look or if they are required to interrupt proceedings to let the toughy feely crew know that the bus is leaving. I'm all for hand holding, couch cuddles and even the odd kiss and touch, just not if it makes people uncomfy.

Question 5: What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done with your partner?
Really? ... gosh ... I think as of now I'd have to say seducing a girl together would have to rank up fairly high, don't you think?
Ki...kinky... Hmmm. Depends on what you define as kinky? I keep coming back to some saying I heard years ago about erotic being a feather and kinky being the whole chicken. We've done a few notable exciting things, we've had some amusing failures, but I'm not sure where to put the kinky flag in that pile. Ohhh! Yes! Yes I am! I once left my socks on. Porn star roleplay. True story! Wait, are threesomes kinky or just awesome?

BONUS QUESTION: Are you forever kind of people who believe you'll be together for the rest of your lives? Do you believe in soul mates? Or are you more of a live by the moment type of couple and you'll see what each coming day is like?
I think together forever sounds about right... but not because I believe that's how it ought to be. It just feels like that kind of thing. We're on the same wavelength most of the time. But I also don't feel the whole 'need-to-be-sitting-right-next-to-her-holding-hands-24-7' thing that some people seem to have. I think I'm just comfortable with the knowledge that I love her and she me, and I don't need to confirm it all the time.
I'm not really the type that believes in soul mates. I'd like to be but it seems improbable based on the number of people on Earth and distribution and lifespan. I just feel that Arthur and I are good together and we make each other happy. I think we'll be happy together for a very long time. I think we'll be happy together always. We will probably walking around town with grey hair and wrinkles, hand in hand, having naughty conversations...

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Hot on the Web

Well, it was bound to happen. This is the threesome-themed Hot on the Web. The pleasant surprise for me was how a few of these shots really got Annabelle shivering and half-moaning under her breath too. I love it when she gets turned on by the stuff I fantasise about. Although with how reality has been going, it really shouldn't surprise me any longer.

Most of the following pictures are fairly explicit, so there's a little page-break below. Click through if you feel you can deal with explicit ;) (as if that doesn't want you to go read it even more!)

Monday, September 27, 2010

Vagophobia

Girl parts scare me.

Yeah, you heard me. Girls are hot and awesome and deliciousness personified but I am utterly terrified of girl parts. They are some strange moist place of uncertainty that I'm rather reluctant to visit even though the postcards make it look like the ride of a lifetime.

I honestly do not know what my problem is. I mean, I have one! I have unlimited practicing time, I can poke and prod until my little heart is content, but for some reason I seem to have decided that any knowledge I gain exploring myself is not at all transferrable to other members of the girl parts club.

Admittedly my concept of how to operate one may be a little warped. I did think mine was faulty for a long period of time, and I'm still not entirely convinced it doesn't have a loose wire somewhere in there. I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that mine is just the Linux version, not this magical push-button wonder that some other women seem to be blessed with. You'd kind of assume that the system basics would be similar at the very least but according to random women-friends I've spoken to about *ahem* operational issues they are just not that simple.

I don't want to be the one that just randomly pokes and prods and other women's equipment. I want to be all cool and sexy and not at all fascinated and wide-eyed curious about why that bit moves like that when I touch a very particular spot... but that is totally who I'm going to be.

I guess my big thing is that I don't want to be too hopeless at it. I don't want to poke the delicate parts or tickle the numb parts or accidentally lose my bracelet in an overzealous attempt to get a reaction. I don't want to bore or annoy or otherwise offend. I'd rather not induce fits of giggles, but what with the likelihood of up-close goggle-eyed curiousity that one might be unavoidable.

Honestly, I don't remember boy parts being anywhere near as confusing.

I Can Gloat if I Ought To

Lately something strange is happening. Something unexpected. Lately Annabelle has been getting very forward and frisky. In unexpected ways.

It has happened a few times now; Anna comes over, and conspiratorially asks or pleads (I can't quite figure out which) if I could fuck so-and-so hard for/with her. And then she asks me, "Is that weird?!" And I just don't know what to say.

Asking if it's weird, is definitely a little weird. But not *that* weird. And I know on some level that the situation should be weird, or the request at the least. But it just isn't or doesn't.

It's very exciting. I would gladly encourage more of this, but that seems a little self-serving. Yet I doubt either Annabelle or anyone else is going to see it like that. It is kinda strange to think that I could be the one actually dragging the chain on this here. And again... I am nowhere near complaining.

Should I be gloating? I feel like I should be, but I'm just going to cuddle Annabelle some more, and have a cool refreshing drink.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Quicky - Service Announcement

Apparently, "that underwear fails to ruin your ass" is not the same as "your ass looks good in that underwear". It says the same, but somehow it doesn't convey the same message.

Who knew?

(real post later)

Friday, September 24, 2010

Definitions Falling Short

I'm not particularly preoccupied with trying to label and define things, but I have been trying to figure out what words I would use if I had to explain any of the new content of our life to someone. But none of the words seem to be a particularly good fit.

All the words on the closed-relationships-by-default side of the fence are so nicely well-defined and specific and tend to accurately describe what they get applied to.

But I am wondering if that is perhaps a side-effect of the act of consciously choosing outside the default? Once one choice has been made, suddenly all the details are open to interpretation, and tweaking, and re-defining. Suddenly *everything* can be individually picked and adjusted and combined. And there just aren't enough words to cover all the options.

We've abandoned the concept of the closed relationship. Although 'open relationship' sounds like the opposite alternative, it has connotations that just don't feel right. We're not interested in having full-on relationships with anyone else. No second wives or husbands for us, thanks.

And what do we call the people we bring into our bedroom? Anna suggested "Our Girlfriend"; sounds okay on an intuitive level... but that is also prone to lead to misunderstandings, because they aren't a girlfriend as such (again, not really in for a relationship).

And friends-with-benefits sounds too dismissive, because they're not just friends... the benefits are much more significant than it sounds. Like, really-really-close-friends. Intimate friends. And then some.

How do we describe all this, when there are no accurate words for all the nuances? How do we avoid people getting confused by nuances they are not attuned to? The only solution I see is either glossing over important details for the sake of keeping things simple, or resigning myself to repeated extended explanations.

And that's without even considering the fact that the details of how we define ourselves may very well evolve further over time...

At some point I assume people will just stop asking. ;)

HNT - Clawed


I really like skin. I know it might sound strange, but I find it incredibly attractive. I love the way it moves, the way it creases and folds, and the cracked earth texture.

I also love the way it marks.


Gorgeous, isn't it? Arthur looks positively stunning with a criss cross of claw marks adorning his broad shoulders and even though often I don't realise I'm doing it, I seem to be mighty good at inflicting them!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Hot on the Web - Singles

I felt like posting something a little cheeky... a little funny... a little hot. This seems to fill all three requirements at the same time.

Image via Art-or-Porn

I love xkcd and this obviously made me think immediately of comic 150. The possibilities for secretive groping alone are innumerable, but add actual sex to the mix! All the more incentive to make a ball-pit room, no? And there's even a calculator for such ball pits on the web. Go figure!

A View From The Top

I had no idea how beautiful it would be. I thought it would be hot and sexy and wonderful, but I really had no idea how intoxicatingly beautiful it would be.

It was amazing.

She moved against me with each touch. My thighs encircling her leg, I could feel every little twitch, every movement. Her body writhed and squirmed seemingly without her realising it. I wasn't sure I wanted to see Arthur doing his thing down there as I am still somewhat uncomfortable seeing his big dark eyes smiling up at me from between my legs, so instead I watched everything else. Everything. Every tiny little detail.

Delilah has the most divine creamy skin, and when she smiles it is beautiful. I had not imagined how much more beautiful it would look when the shadow of a frown made little creases appear around her brow only to be replaced in an instant by glorious surprise, her eyes gently closed against distractions. I could not tear my eyes away. I wanted to burrow into her neck, nuzzle my way down and sink my teeth into her flesh just as Arthur nibbled at her pussy, but I could not stop watching her face.

She looked a little apprehensive to start, a little nervous perhaps that I was going to suddenly change my mind or that things were maybe moving too fast, I am not sure. She kept dipping in and out of reality, flashing me a look and appearing to satisfy herself that all was well and then allowing the sensations to envelop her once more. After a while, there was more time between glances, and eventually they were replaced with soft determined fingers grabbing at my back and happy little mutterings with happy little smiles.

It wasn't too long before I wanted to look. Her hips were gently bucking against me, and I wanted to know, I wanted to see what Arthur looked like and what he was doing that caused her to react in such a way. He was, and I hate to use this expression in this context, like a kid in a candy store. His eyes were eager and smiling up at her, watching her every movement. His eyes were fixed on her face, every so often darting down to watch her stomach ripple and dip.

I watched as he moved his head back slowly, pulling a considerable portion of Delilah along in his teeth. She arched up towards him, and I grinned as I caught Arthur's eye, clamped my leg down on her thigh and pressed my palm against her hip to bring her back within easy reach. I looked back at her face as her eyelids fluttered and she bit softly at her lip. I felt her strain against me, trying to get closer to him. I leaned over to her ear, the soft scent of fruits and honey washing over me as I passed close to her lips. As I felt her body give in to his touch again I said softly "good girl".

She really was.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Awesome Oral Adventures

It was a very relaxing evening. We had planned to drink a little wine, but that turned out to be no good, so we switched to shots. I think we had a few shots of pure boozeness. More than a few perhaps. I had a good time, and I have no doubt that Annabelle and Delilah were having a blast too.

Funnily enough, nothing too much happened after all that. We got tired. We ducked into bed. We slept quite comfortably (although not immediately to be entirely frank). But it was... just so relaxed.

The next day however was quite awesome and amazing. I don't think we got out of bed very much at all. Between repeated napping, touching, cuddling and teasing, time seemed to fly, because it was dark again before we actually got up. That was a new experience.

Somewhere during that day something else amazing happened too. I enjoyed some pussy, but not Annabelle's (although she wasn't exactly left out, but more on that in a moment). I kissed my way teasingly down Delilah's body to the edge of her underwear, pushing it down a little bit at a time with my mouth. It didn't take a lot of convincing to get it just taken off altogether.

And then I got to have some of the most fun I can ever imagine having in bed. Working with my tongue and mouth and a little teeth as a solid surface to work against, I massaged and sucked that clit to the best of my ability. Now what gives me a real hard-on about this is observing the girl. Hearing the noises. Watching the spasming of the stomach muscles to indicate I'm getting it right. Varying the patterns to try and keep squeezing further responses out of her. I completely lost track of Anna during all this, other than hearing her say a few things and moving her legs which were keeping Delilah pinned down so she wouldn't wriggle too much.

Afterwards however, it became clear how much Annabelle had been enjoying the show. Once I came back to see how I'd done she shifted positions and noticed the immense wet-spot she'd left all over Delilah and the bed. I think we can safely say that we both enjoyed that very much, and I have no doubt we'll be revisiting that and improving upon it.

As I remarked afterward; I may not be able to match toys for stamina, speed or power... but I come with infinitely variable programs built-in!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Our Cunning Plan

I honestly don't know why nobody has thought of it before. It all seems so simple! To catch yourself a unicorn you need a unicorn trap. Genius! But how? And what do you use as bait? After a long hard think, some careful inquiries & field testing of several dozen baits, Arthur and I had a plan.

And we built it. They'll come now, right?

I think this plan was initially hatched when Elsa made clippety-clop noises at us in a chat and indicated that she could be lured with cupcakes.

Come to think of it, so far I think all our potential unicorns have had a weak spot for cupcakes. Could it be that the universal bat-signal for unicorns is a cupcake? It's probably best if I don't try to mix science an unicorns, or my degree might get revoked ;)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Our Amazing Friends

So far we have mentioned Delilah a number of times in our posts. We have however neglected to write any about who else we have been talking to. This really needed to be remedied, so in this post I will briefly introduce Elsa and Fleur.

I'm not sure how we got so lucky to meet three girls with such interesting minds and personalities so soon after starting this adventure and this blog. Even if they don't turn into friends-with-benefits we'll be over the moon with each of them as a friend. They are very much Our Kind Of People.

Elsa we had almost met very early on. Unfortunately she doesn't live very close to us, but she happened to be in the area. We could dwell on the opportunity lost there, but in the mean time we've had a great time finding out a bit more about her. She has a very adventurous spirit, and an insatiable curiosity for... well... everything. We're looking forward to the next time she's near; we have a unicorn-trap and all.

Not having met Fleur is more a problem of time than a problem of space. Hectic lives for us and all. I have no idea what we should expect with her; it seems like anything could happen depending on ... the phases of the moon perhaps? I hope we can get her to stay still in one place long enough to find out what she's like in person. She has some incredibly cute outfits though... just sayin'.

It still feels a little greedy... on some level... that I don't completely care about anymore. But it also feels like tons of fun waiting to happen.

I'm sure we'll be writing a little more in-depth about them in the near future, now that they have been given names.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

HNT - Showertime

It is the smallest roon in the house, if you can call it a room. It is also the wettest. I like wet. I'm not so fussed on sand and salt, but soap and loofahs are pretty damn good. Somehow life always seems brighter after a good hot shower.

And I do mean hot. Skin-searingly toasty. Look, I'm all pretty and pink.


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Hot on the Web

I think I may have mentioned once or twice or many times how much I like the idea of watching girls playing. Just watching. It's like passive foreplay, and it gets me hard as rock just thinking about, let alone witnessing. Don't get me wrong... the part where I join in is better, but there is something about the anticipation of just... watching.

Image via Fantasti.cc

Nothing better in this world than playful girls that don't have any inhibitions towards taking off clothes together. Although they appear to just be goofing off right now, it'd take very little to turn into a make-out session if they were so inclined... heck, they are already making kissy lips at the camera!

Image via Art-or-Porn

This is an awesome shot. This captures *exactly* what gets me hot about girls playing. The totality with which they are lost in the moment. The conceit of having to pass the lemon slice as an excuse to move closer... closer... closer. And the eyes so gently closed because inside they are trying to strain towards touching without moving. And the noses carefully passing each other.

Image via Art-or-Porn

Not actually interacting, but a great shot anyway. The casual stroll towards the water, the sand still on their backs. A little bit of big-sister/little-sister with the height difference but otherwise similar builds. I can't wait to see what happens once they're both into that crystal blue water. This would fit perfectly within one of the days of my Australia Day fantasy story...

Image via Art-or-Porn

As if she's saying "mine!" ... hands all over... legs all tangled. I like how the feet are doing most of the caressing here. I don't know whether anyone has noticed, but there is something about the soles of feet that enables them to much more smoothly caress along limbs and bodies.

Image via Art-or-Porn

Oh, a favourite of mine... Anna always tells me that she just ain't got no rhythm for this kind of thing. I keep telling her that just means she needs to get a harness and a girl and start practising! ... But there is of course the alternative option... find a skilled third that can give Annabelle a thorough pounding for me instead... that'll learn her?

Image via Art-or-Porn

Hmmm... I love contrasting skin colours, light limbs around a dark body, dark limbs reciprocating. Nose-to-nose, and all intent. Holding her waist to make sure she doesn't move. Hovering over her, staring into her eyes, waiting for the lips to meet. [aside: Anna's legs nearly buckled when she spotted this over my shoulder ... she tried to play it cool ... she failed ... if one day she allows me to hunt on my own, I shall bring her back a nice dark skinned girl like this for her to hover over].

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Dialogue: Julia Roberts is Dead!

Art: So, Anna, I know we don't have anything pressing to discuss, so maybe we just ramble a little about the rules, and Julia Roberts and whatever else comes to mind?
Anna: That sounds doable. Rambling is my speciality :)
Art: I think we've been doing pretty well with out rules for the most part... if anything I think we've frequently felt we could push a little further... which is a safe feeling when you don't ;)
Anna: I do like having a bit of a buffer zone there. A few times I've felt that I could move to the next step, but I am also liking the enforced teasing and time to learn about each other. Even if it isn't strictly necessary I think having the time to get used to the idea of what we are already doing is a good plan.
Art: I know... it can feel a little frustrating perhaps, but it also feels safe, and that's good.
Anna: Much better for long-term comfort than diving straight in the deep end.
Art: I know... although I must say the Pretty-Woman-Rule has spawned a rather ridiculous mental image in the process... it started with the tricycle
Anna: It did indeed. She's come a long way from the glamour of those Pretty Woman days. The idea of her legging it on a tricycle was not quite what I was going for when I came up with the original rule, but it works so I'm not cpomplaining!
Art: Well, it has been a real saviour a few times... avoiding kissing not-you by focusing on Julia Roberts doing small circles on her tricycle. I don't know when or how the Fleshlight came into it... and whether she'd approve ;)
Anna: I believe it ended up strapped to her head?
Art: Yeah... kinda... not sure why anymore...
Anna: No, I think our minds may have been on other things... I feel a bit sorry for good old Jools though, not only because of her unorthodox headgear but because some time soon I'm either going to have to force her to pedal herself off a cliff or into a large shipping container so that kissing-of-others may commence.
Art: *laughs* ... yeah, I was about to say; I think the upshot is that you've decided you'll kill her off on a case-by-case basis depending on who you feel comfortable with?
Anna: Pretty much. I know it is a silly thing and I feel a little bit silly imposing that rule when other more "serious" things are perfectly ok, but it makes me feel so much more at ease. I also love the moments that are broken by stupidly big grins and recitations of what Julia Roberts is doing. Best way ever to say "I really want to kiss you but..."
Art: Oh, I'm so glad you've been enjoying that too! ... I felt a bit worried that it might have seemed like I was trying to get you to change your mind there.
Anna: I've been enjoying everything. I mean, I had a pretty good idea that I would enjoy it before we even considered this adventure, but I had no idea how much I'd like it.
Art: I'm glad you have been... and I am still amazed at how... weirdly non-weird it feels. ... I mean, tangled-up with another girl and watching you grin over her is not something that I would have thought would ever feel normal... and yet it somehow does
Anna: I grin? I... I guess I probably do. :) It feels very non-weird, kind of dangerously so, even. I have to pay much more attention to filtering the goings on of my life when talking to other people now because it just feels so completely normal. Verbal filtering is not really my strong point...
Art: And other filtering... stop grinding your hips into your netbook darling... it's unseemly... reminisce with a little more decorum please!
Anna: *sigh* Ohhhkay. :)

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Sexless Interlude

Under other circumstances I'd be looking forward to some sex this weekend. As it happens however, Annabelle is still under the weather with frequent sniffling and occasional coughing. Not very sexy... and definitely not something I want another part of (one helping of ill was plenty, thanks).

So, in the spirit of nice and comfy, and alternate entertainment, tonight we shall watch some movies. Dinner is in the oven, the wine is out of the cellar, and snacks are all over the bench. If all goes according to plan we'll have a friend over as well, and we'll just relentlessly mock whatever we watch... or enjoy it. I have no idea yet what'll be on the programme.

I guess what it comes down to is, not every day can be dedicated to sex... sorry guys. We'll try to have an interesting dialogue for tomorrow. If there is any rude conversations over the movies tonight I might report on that as well. We have exceedingly rude friends, so you never know your luck.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Fantasy: Waking Up

The warmth on my back wakes me slowly. My heavy eyelids struggle to get up. Mountains of blanket rear up in front of me, the sunlight falling over my side onto their peaks and valleys. Sunlight on my back. Sunlight on her back.

As my eyes slowly focus I make out a small portion of the back of her neck above the blanket. I want to touch it, but I don't want to move. I'm too comfortable. Instead I stare at her neck. In my mind my lips trace that curve. My hand traces that curve. But I don't want to move.

The memory of her back returns to me. It's covered by blankets, but I can see it glow. I can feel its softness in my mind. I imagine my hands; along her spine, onto her hips, holding on. My tongue on the base of her neck. I still haven't moved a muscle.

Next, my mind travels to her ass. Rolling around on her curves, while my hands grip her hips. Hold on tight. I imagine she's wet. Very wet. My cock is hard. Very hard. As I imagine the tip teasing along her lips I still have not moved a muscle. Except I can feel it shift now... grow. The early morning, the warmth, the image in my head. It gets so hard it aches a little. She still lies there motionless under her mountains.

The desire in my groin is yelling at me. I still feel heavy, but slowly my hands feel the need to move. Crawling along under the blanket. Slowly snaking its way towards her. Reaching an inch at a time until my fingers brush her back. Still naked. My touch makes her stir under the blankets.

I wriggle myself closer until my body fits perfectly around the contours of hers. My arm drapes over her side. My hand finds her breasts. My cock presses into her naked ass. She mumbles something still half asleep. I have no idea what she said, but her hips press into me harder.

My hand snakes down her body and makes a beeline to her pussy. My fingers have a quick feel and decide she isn't wet enough yet. My mouth reaches for her neck and gently bites. My hand stays in her groin and finds a little moisture before tracing her lips. Her neck snakes around as I continue to place gentle nips and kisses near it. Her hips wriggle as I find her clit and work up some moisture. Her hips press back as her ass rubs itself into my cock.

As she rouses from her sleep and gets aroused in tandem, her hands move to her breasts and her clit. She puts my free hand on her hip and my other hand finds its way to her other hip pressed into the bed. It feels even better than my earlier reverie.

Her hips swivel as she presses back, and her hand finds my cock. Taking matters into her own hands quite literally. She rubs the tip along her lips. Gets her moisture onto me. Gets me slippery. She slides the tip inside and makes me wait and relish.

She growls something at me, but instinct already takes over. As her fingers squeeze her breasts and play with her clit, my hands press down hard on her hips while I force myself all the way inside her. Long slow strokes feeling wet all over. Hard all through. I feel her slippery fingers hit my shaft when she loses her grip briefly. She doesn't even notice.

I hold on just a little tighter and allow myself to go wild. While my hands hold her firmly in place so I don't disturb her hands, I start thrusting hard into her pussy, bouncing off her ass. In my mind rough games play around. In my mind she is resisting. In my mind I cannot stop.

Through my distraction I realise she's asking me to come. Telling me. Demanding. I stop worrying about her hips moving. I push harder... faster... deeper... In my mind I fill her up. In reality I push as hard as I can while I come. After I finish she looks over her shoulder and wishes me a good morning. As if it could be anything else.


If you enjoyed this story, you may want to try some of the other posts in the "Fantasy" tag, like All on the Table, Extra Exercise, or Movie Night.

If you enjoy some visual stimulation, you may want to go over and have a look at Art or Porn, or skim the selection of Hot-on-the-Web posts with some of my favourites.

Hot on the Web - Singles

This doesn't quite make up for the lack of a HNT, but I thought it'd be good to at least have some picture here. Normal HNT schedule will hopefully resume next week.

Image via Art-or-Porn

Just wanted to dedicate this one to hot geek girls everywhere. And must remember to store all the good games on the high shelf, because I love what it does with the legs.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

WTMFI - Week 17: For Women Only


Question 1: Do you love, like or hate your vagina?
It just kind of...is. I don't think I love it or hate it any more than I love my arms or legs really. I mean, it is of an expected size and shape, things fit into it rather well, things come out of it as required. I can't really fault it on function. Aesthetically it is a bit of a jumble, it is certainly not built for a career on the stage, but it has all of the requisite parts in all of the right places and is identifiable as a vagina. Honestly I have no strong feelings about it one way or another. It is nice, it works, it is mine. That'll do for me.

Question 2: Do you use tampons or pads?
I try and cheat with my pill so that I don't have to use either, but generally I use pads. It isn't any great ideological reason or love for one over the other, it is really just a matter of my falling asleep. Sometimes I do. Often I sleep for 12 hours at a run. What with Toxic Shock Sydnrome and my uncanny bad luck when it comes to health problems, pads are just safer. I am fussy though, I've always been a Libra girl but am now head over heels with Cottons. They are just luffly. I'm kind of tempted to try the Diva Cup devices, but they just look like the ultimate challenge for a butterfingers like me and I'm not sure that dexterity challenges are what I'm looking for at that time of the month!

Question 3: Are you satisfied with your breast size?
Nup. Well, that isn't quite true. I like the shape. I think they are a fantastic shape, there just isn't quite enough of them. I've recently lost some weight too and now there is even less. All of my bras are padded out to the point of looking like life vests, and that only barely provides visual balance between my chest and my hips. My bikini top is so thoroughly padded that it practically gushes when I step out of the water. There are definitely some benefits of being tiny, or should I say that there are perks? I can more than easily go braless in public, and I very rarely have trouble fitting into tight and/or revealing clothes. I can also buy all of the cute little bras that don't cost a fortune. I don't know... I wouldn't go out there and butcher my body just to change the way my breasts look, but I can't say I'm not just that little bit curious about pregnancy and the changes that might cause.

Question 4: If you could change only ONE part of your body, what would you change and why?
I'd probably change my... damn. This is a toughie. I'm torn between legs and jaw. My legs are not my favourite part of me, the skin is marked, the cellulite is quite obvious in places, spider veins are starting to rear their little blue heads, and I have fairly weak ligaments in my knees and hips so function-wise they are barely scraping through. That being said, I can work at that. My lower jaw is small and there really isn't much I can do about that. I have a small horde of teeth jostling for position and there simply is not enough room. It does bother me, I don't like my smile very much, but in the grand scheme of things it is hardly a problem worth worrying about. If I get one magical freebie change, I'd probably choose the jaw and just get moving on a more regular jogging schedule.

Question 5: When having sex, how do you like to have your hair?
This one thoroughly depends on the position. I like to have it out if I'm on the bottom or on my back. I love the way it falls and how little pieces of it stick across my face, and I love that it is all there should anyone wish to grab themselves a handful and go to town. When I'm on top or giving head I much prefer it out of the way. I like the loose upswept style, something casual but classy. If I had any idea how to do a french roll I'd like that to be my default style, but for the moment I just stick with the good old fashioned octopus clip and some long tendrils that shake themselves loose.

BONUS QUESTION: Do you wear make-up? All the time or only sometimes? Lots or a little?
I don't. I am not all that good at applying it (read: I totally suck) and Arthur says he doesn't like it much so generally I don't bother. I own a small bag of the stuff, but it is mainly sparkly arklies and random brushes that people have bought me over the years. I am 99% sure there is no foundation in there. Not so much as a tinted moisturiser. Did I mention I was hopeless at make-up? I'd like to be better I just never really got around to learning, and it is bloody complicated stuff. I am a total lip gloss whore though. I have a cigar box full of the stuff, from good old fashioned Carmex all the way through to this coffee flavoured goo that I'm certain is 90% sugar. I do own make up, I just don't use it. I do get my eye lashes tinted though, does that count?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

WTMFI - Week 18: For Men Only


Question 1: Do you love, like or hate your penis? Have you always been okay with its size, or have you wanted it to be bigger/smaller, wider/thinner?
Love seems a rather strong term in this context, but I'll definitely go for a wholehearted like at the least. I've always thought of the dimensions as fairly average, and haven't been too bothered about it beyond that. That's not to say that I haven't fantasised about what it'd be like if it were larger, but I don't think larger would be compatible with Anna's enjoyment of it. Wikipedia has since told me that the girth is probably somewhere above average, which feels funny because average and the way I look have kinda become one inside my head.

For those of you that have been paying attention, you'd know that the last batch of toy purchases included an extension sleeve for me, which we haven't tried yet. The main purpose is to see if the extra length makes shifting positions easier without slipping. Reports on that once we have enough data. Unfortunately it also has a girth component to it, which might cause problems but we'll see.

Question 2: What is peeing like? Do you sit or stand? Is aim of huge importance to you?
What odd questions... what is peeing like? Just... well... peeing. I dunno. I tend to sit when I feel I can trust the toilet seat (very infrequently outside my own home... men are pigs; you should see some of the gym toilets in particular). Aim is kinda of importance to me, since otherwise I'd have to clean up. Or have Anna look at me with disgust. Neither of which is enjoyable.

Question 3: What are you most often thinking about during sex?
I usually have "Die Zauberflote" humming in my mind, but sometimes I do higher-order logic problems in my head. ... But seriously; I'm usually more absorbed by feeling things than thinking things. When my thinking muscles kick in it usually involves considering what position to move to next, or to admire some part of the scene in front of me. I don't put much stock in using thought to delay gratification if that is what the question is trying to get at without asking it.

Question 4: If you could change only ONE part of your body, what would you change and why?
I think for the most part I have the changes that I want under control through going to the gym, so I won't ask for those. As already stated I have no problems with penis size. I *would* like slightly nicer skin if I could have it, or perhaps a little less hair on legs. But neither of those are of enough concern to use technology to achieve either. I guess overall I'm pretty happy with what I've got here.

Question 5: When having sex, what is the one thing you are most insecure about?
If anything, whether the other person (or now, persons) are enjoying themselves as much as I am. I really am not that self-conscious about being told I am doing something wrong; bring it on so I can improve my technique. But the idea that feedback might be withheld out of politeness or embarrassment or whatever can make me doubt myself a little.

BONUS QUESTION: Boxers or briefs?
Both. But never at the same time. I have no preference myself, and I'm more than happy to adjust to the tastes of the audience. Sometimes boxers are nice for the feel of freedom. Usually briefs are better for gym classes.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Wonderful Feeling

I'm feeling something that I didn't expect to feel. We recently played first time, and I expected I might feel many things but the strange thing is that I'm not feeling any of them.

I thought I'd feel a little bit posessive and jealous about Arthur touching and having intimate moments with another girl. I had imagined that watching them be with each other would somehow get under my skin. It hasn't. It didn't bother me at all.

I thought I'd get my mind stuck in a loop, constantly playing clips of Arthur and another girl touching and playing with each other. I thought this would be distressing and slowly but surely drive me out of my mind, but that hasn't happened at all. It is terribly distracting though. I keep getting halfway through washing dishes or writing an email and all of a sudden I see Delilah's butt swaying around in her cute little panties or Arthur's face staring over at us with his glowing smile.

I thought I might feel left out, like I was the third wheel in this little touchy feely trio. It was a very real risk considering the whole novelty of the situation, I'm not all that brave when it comes to asking for what I want, and Arthur is kinda sorta very very hunky. I didn't feel left out, if anything I felt thoroughly spoilt. Somehow through all the nibbling and kissing I eventually found my voice, and every now and again while Delilah and Arthur were all wrapped up in each other, I'd feel a warm tiny hand snaking out of the tangle and entwining itself with mine.

All of the scary things I thought I might feel, I'm not feeling.

I am feeling vulnerable. It is a strange sort of vulnerable, the kind where you know you are safe and secure but you've just discovered this wonderful thing that you are absolutely certain will somehow be taken away from you if anyone ever finds out how much you like it.

I like it an awful lot.

Monday, September 6, 2010

I'm Easy and Transparent

I have been feeling transparent and conspicuous ever since our most recent encounter. I feel like I am grinning at all the wrong moments. I feel like I want to giggle inappropriately for no apparent reason. I feel like I'm about to burst into running laps to burn the twitchy energy in my legs.

I thought it was just me, but it appears it may very well be all three of us in a similar predicament. I have no idea how anyone keeps anything like this hidden... ever. Or maybe we're the only threesome that behave like giddy school kids while we're separated?

It's quite awesomely cool in a way. But I keep looking around, and whenever someone looks my way I am convinced they must know exactly what I am thinking. All the thoughts of overpowering... holding down... fucking... getting licked off... and coming... over... and over... and over.

I have no idea how we are managing to function. I have no idea where we will choose to stop next time. Some part of me wants to take one slow agonising step after the other and draw out the anticipation... another wants to just rip all clothes off and get down-and-dirty till we are all sticking together like we're glued.

Reality is likely to take a path more down the middle to be honest, but I doubt I'm going to put up much resistance to wherever the girls decide they will allow it go... I'm so easy.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Dialogue: Three in a Bed

Art: Oh Anna, oh Anna! *bouncetyskip*
Anna: Yeeeees?
Art: We have to talk about what happened recently... we must, we have to!
Anna: I cannot stop thinking about it, so that does sound like a good idea.
Art: I've been happily distracted quite a bit myself
Anna: I just don't know where to start, my mind is still swimming with giddy happiness.
Art: Well, maybe for our home listeners it's best to start by explaining we are really enjoying the time we spend with Delilah... to put it mildly
Anna: Quite. I can barely think straight enough to converse coherently. The world still feels like a jumble of legs and breasts and warm sweet scents. It is awesome.
Art: Well, maybe start with the disclaimer that nobody lost their underwear as such... but boy was it a case of 'anything but'...
Anna: Oh yes, it was all good wholesome pants-on-fun!
Art: Wholesome? ... if you want to call it that...
Art: It all started out pretty safely on the lounge with new pants being admired... and everyone hugging and cuddling...
Anna: And then shirts were confiscated, hair was restrained, skin found skin and um... gaaah. That is where my mind turns into a little puddle of happy.
Art: I know... I was having a blast finding skin myself... my teeth started a bit too vigorous (sorry Delilah!), but I have been shown the error of my ways...
Anna: A good solid lesson in nipping technique seems to have sorted that out. It was great to watch your faces while that was going on. Actually I rather liked watching everything...
Art: You seem to be quite a bit the voyeur, now don't you? ... but we're skipping ahead a bit there I think...
Art: I like how you asked me if it was presumptuous after you put the throw-rug-thingy on the bed...
Anna: Well, I wasn't sure. I mean yes, Delilah was here and yes, she was a smidgey bit topless but that didn't necessarily translate into her wanting to go to the bedroom. I wanted to, but mainly because a 3 seater couch does NOT fit 3 people in the configurations we were attempting
Art: *laughs*
Art: I think we strayed a bit from our 'not-in-our-bed' rule there... but I wasn't really bothered I think... and not even because my mind was on other things
Anna: I feel OK about it. I thought it might be weird, but it wasn't at all. I'm not sure I'd feel that way about everyone, but this most certainly works. We kept to all the other rules though, much to everyone's frustration :)
Art: I know... which really brings us to the point where you were getting really hot-and-bothered while Delilah was grinding into me and I was holding her throat from behind, and we were discussing about how I could fuck her like that... it was... ridiculously hot for me; I gathered you were quite turned on there too
Anna: I could not shake the image from my mind. I wanted to feel her, to feel you. I wanted the movement, the sounds, to see the look in both your faces. I wanted to many thing at once I could not think. I just was. It was blissful.
Art: It was awesome ;) ... I kinda gather from this experience that me touching another girl isn't terribly upsetting to you then?
Anna: Well, not this girl in this situation, not at all. I thought I might feel something worrying, but I just felt... happy. It was weird. Everything was just so incredibly easy.
Art: And I was really getting a kick out of you two playing with eachother... the kissing was incredibly hot.
Anna: Uh huh. *daydreams*
Art: I'm not quite sure why everone isn't sleeping with their attractive friends, because as things go I can't think of another experience to rival it.
Art: I'm actually having some trouble right now not thinking about fucking her with you... what's wrong with me?
Anna: I'm not sure but I think it is contagious!
Art: I'm not sure I care what it is... it feels too good... I feel like I'm high
Anna: I can't argue with that. I guess we give it some time to sink in and um, see what happens next?
Art: Some time... yes... don't want to be too greedy with our "threesome starter kit" as she described herself. She's such a great match personality-wise... do we just attract the right kind of weird somehow?
Anna: Maybe we just are the right kind of weird. :)
Art: I hope we find many more right-kind-of-weird friends, because it's really making me happier than I even thought it would.
Anna: Same here

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Also Hot on the Web

This edition of Hot on the Web is a little different. My choice of pictures in most these posts may lead one to believe that I'm only into skinny barbie-doll types with highschool-princess faces. The sad fact however is that there are precious few pictures available that cover a broader range of attractive girls.

This post is an attempt to cast the net a little wider. There's still blind-spots caused by the fact that the pictures people choose to share have a bias. Even so, I've done my best on Fantasi.cc and Flickr to find some pictures contributed by real-world people.

Image via Flickr

Cheeky smiles are always attractive. And muddy curves are quite appealing too. She's clearly having fun.

Image via Fantasti.cc

Okay, perhaps this picture is a little more like all the others. But geeky girls are hot almost by definition.

Image via Fantasti.cc

Eclectic style, check... face that looks like it came from another world, check... all primary colours covered, check...

Image via Flickr

The "girl-next-door-you-always-had-a-crush-on-but-never-dared-say-anything-to-because-you-were-a-coward". Something uncomplicated and relaxing about her.

Image via Fantasti.cc

I'm not sure if this has a hint of geeky or a hint of cheeky. Anna liked this one a lot though, so I couldn't leave it out.

Image via Fantasti.cc

Not sure why she is hiding in the pillows... not too shy to show off all her smooth skin...

Image via Flickr

First thing that comes to mind is, she means business. Very intent and intense. Slightly intimidating even? (Nothing wrong with that).

Image via Fantasti.cc

I love the hint of braces showing, and the expression. I think she's managed to make braces hot. Well and truly.

Image via Fantasti.cc

Hmm... broad smile and the look of having fun. Is there any bigger turn-on? Bit confused by the flowers, but then... if you look at the flowers, you're really looking in the wrong place.

Image via Flickr

There is something extremely compelling about this face. I cannot quite put my finger on it. She has a kind of black-and-white-movie-star air about her.

I still wish that I could have pushed the envelope a little further with this post, but I'm reasonably pleased with what I have managed to find. If anyone knows of a great site that has more pictures outside the cookie-cutter type that are legal to share... let me know!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Surprise Visitor

I was taken a bit by surprise this week. One day, walking in the door after going to the gym I was greeted by the presence of Delilah on our lounge. Double-take time. This is the kind of surprise I could do with any day. I quickly went over to give her a hug and had to instantly apologise for how I smelled... this was my Body Attack night and it involves a rather copious amount of sweat.

A quick shower later I walked back into the living room where Anna and Delilah were sitting, chatting away. And the first thing on my mind is how exciting it is to find her on our lounge when I wasn't expecting it.

And then the second thing on my mind is how much I love that she and Anna just sit there talking without the slightest trace of 'different' about it. You know... no hint that there is anything between them but a good conversation.

At this point I'm pretty happy with how the evening turned out. But then it gets even awesomer when Anna suggests Delilah needs cuddles that she can't give (due to a slight cold) and swaps places with her so Delilah can lie down on my chest. It was a little weird to sit there looking at Anna while another girl had draped herself all over me. I kept checking in visually with Anna. I got happier and happier as everything was just normal.

As I relaxed further into the situation I started noticing little things. Like, how holding Delilah was a bit different. Her putting pressure in slightly different places. Some firmer, some softer. How she held on a little differently. Neither better nor worse, but nice in the way it was unfamiliar. How good it felt to be there for her, wrapped around her. But slightly sad that Anna couldn't get closer as well.

I wonder if Anna somehow felt it was my turn to hold her tightly after their date that I couldn't attend the week before. But I don't think that's how this works.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

HNT - Frosted Nipple

I had this brilliant thought. I've been making cupcakes this week, and it was mentioned in passing that it would be much more fun if I'd frosted my breasts instead of the cupcakes. Splendid idea! Why not? Let's ice my boob for HNT!

Sadly, I had a science failure.

Firstly, in order to make this work you really need a breast that can be made to look like a cupcake. Thanks to the supreme force of gravity I seem to have ended up with a pancake. Secondly, it is important to make sure the frosting is of a good solid consistency so it will stay all nice and frosting-like when you whack it on your nipple. I tried to be clever and avoided my standard butter frosting for the more body heat-friendly water icing. I also used a good deal of corn starch to make the mixture thicker. Sounds promising, yes? Er, no. FAIL. I seem to have discovered a recipe for pink silly putty.

Unhelpful science aside though, we had a bucket of fun trying to get this shot.


Oh, and to anyone who thinks it looks tasty, no. Really seriously no. I tried.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

WTMFI - Week 5: Would You Rather...


Question 1: Would you rather have sex with an incredibly sexy ass-hole or an average looking sweetheart?
Can I choose both? Considering the question only talks about sex, I'd have to opt for 'incredibly sexy' as the better option. But the inclusion of the 'sweetheart' implies there is more to it than that. Ongoing friendships are obviously nicer with a sweetheart. But still... can I just pick both?
I cannot do ass-hole. I know this is going to sound all sappy and whatnot, but for me there has to be some mental attraction as well as physical and I think that obvious ass-holery would be a massive turn-off.

Question 2: Would you rather watch porn or be in porn?
Watch definitely. I don't mind being watched, but 'in porn' is definitely a bit more exposure than I'd prefer.
I think I'd rather watch. I like the idea of being in porn, but I think that is just because the idea of glamour porn appeals. The problem is that I don't think I'm all that glamourous when I'm fucking!

Question 3: Would you rather have sex in the kitchen or in the bathroom?
Hm... relative comfort and relaxed-ness of the bathroom, versus the hot messy-ness of the kitchen. Right this minute I might pick the kitchen over the bathroom.
Ohhh, both? I love the idea of the kitchen, someone sneaking up behind me and bending me over the bench. In my little fantasy I'm baking something, so there is dough and flour and all sorts of sweet bready smells. The warm oven is just purring away... Yes, kitchen. Ask me again in summer though, I'm sure I'll change my mind.

Question 4: Would you rather have kinky sex or vanilla sex?
Uhm, kinky sex please... there's a lot more under that label than under the vanilla label. And also lots more that I haven't tried specifically. Again, can't I just have both? *whine*
Define kinky? For that matter, define vanilla? I'd probably go for vanilla for the most part, but only because that lets me concentrate on myself rather than trying not to poke someone's eyes out with my little latex kitty ears. Honestly, I'm starting to get very blurred lines between the kinky and vanilla areas so can I just have both?

Question 5: Would you rather be on top or bottom?
That depends... are there restraints involved? ;) ... If so, I'll take the top, but there's nothing wrong with some (reverse) cowgirl please, thankyouverymuch. (I just love watching from that angle)
Bottom. Oddly enough I seem to reach better spots when I'm on top, but the idea of being on the bottom really appeals. Crush me, hold me, use me please?

BONUS QUESTION: Would you rather extremely intelligent or eternally beautiful?
I think extremely intelligent would just in the long run be much more fun with respect to sex (and life in general), so that's my answer. But from personal experience this doesn't appear to have to be an either/or choice with the individuals I know. Maybe I'm just a lucky bastard?
I likes me some smarts :) As I said, I need to be mentally turned on otherwise I'm just not going to find beauty useful anyway. Beauty is good, but I'd really like it as a side order to brains. Mmmm. Braaaaaains!