FFF: Holiday Weekend

"It's Memorial Day weekend, let's take a ride down to the beach."

I considered this. Sure, it would be fun to take a ride in the convertible...but the traffic...and the crowds.... I wasn't sure.

She flopped down on the front seat and gave me her cutest pout. "Aw, c'mon. It's a beautiful day. Imagine the feel of the wind in our hair...the scent of the sea breeze. When we get there, we'll jump in the waves, then walk the boardwalk."

I had to admit she was convincing. She could see I was wavering.

She flipped her skirt up onto the small of her back and gave me a saucy grin. "After we walk the boardwalk, we'll drive out to the point, and you can fuck me in the ass."

"Let's go."

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The challenge this week was: 100-135 words.
The phrase "...the scent of [noun]..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Release

Sometimes masturbation is about the need to get off as quickly as possible...to release the pent up pressure that makes me feel like I'm going to pop if I don't do something about it. Other times, like now, it's about the desire to relax and feel good...to indulge a fantasy.

I lay down on the bed and get comfortable. The afternoon sun, the fresh spring air, and the gentle breeze coming in through the open windows are pleasures all their own on my naked body. I close my eyes and my imagination easily conjures up a fantasy. My body reacts immediately, and my hands work with my imagination to bring myself to full readiness.

I move slowly...not rushing. I have the house to myself and there's no hurry. I can see and feel in my mind's eye how I imagine our lovemaking would be, and I try to feel every sense...how you would feel...the soft moans I imagine coaxing out of you. It's too vivid...too good.... I'm going too fast, and I don't want it to end yet, so I make a conscious effort to slow myself down.

I return to fantasyland, but I also stay conscious of my body...how I react to my thoughts...how I react to my stroking. I'm fully erect...throbbing...pre-cum leaking.... I smear the pre-cum around the head with my thumb, making it shiny...slick. I'm stroking slowly...up and down...trying to keep myself close to the edge without going over.

I don't know how long I manage to keep myself on the edge, but there comes a point where there's no holding back any longer. I can feel the welling up, and I've teased myself for so long that I know it's going to be intense. I can feel my toes curl...my whole body clench...the sense of release overpowering as my climax washes over me....

As earlier, there's still no rush. The afternoon sun and the spring breeze still feel amazing, so I'll lay here a while longer and enjoy the sensations.

Milestones

I realize that this blog has hit a couple of milestones recently. My two year blogoversary passed on April 4, while I was on hiatus. It seemed like bad form to break the hiatus just to declare a celebration, so I let it pass - but now that I'm back, I'll shamelessly note my two years of blogging here.

I also see from blog stats that Friday's FFF post was my 300th post. I like nice round numbers, so I'm declaring a double celebration. It's a pleasure to be part of this community, and I look forward to many more years, and many more hundreds of posts.

Drinks are on me, of course - so let me know what you'd like.

Cheers!

FFF: Rough and Scratchy

(Image source: "On the Stairs" by Samantha Wolov)

"Bastard."

I laughed defiantly. "I've been called worse, bitch."

Sparks practically flashed as we glared at each other. But as crazy as we drove each other, the physical chemistry never let up.

My glare turned into an evil grin.

"Don't even think about it."

My grin widened, and I took a step toward you.

"Damn you." But your glare softened ever so slightly. "At least take me upstairs to the bedroom this time."

Thirty seconds later I had you on the stairs, the carpet rough and scratchy under you. I think you were trying to call me a bastard one last time, but I pushed my tongue down your throat as I continued tearing your clothes off.

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The challenge this week was: 68-122 words.
The phrase "...rough and scratchy..." must be used.

Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

e[lust] #36

Photo courtesy of A Couple of Wankers

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #37? Start with the newly updated rules, come back June 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ Top 3 ~

The Cheshire Cat - Alice felt whiskers tickle her skin and was wracked with sobs of fear. "Oh, little girl, don't cry. You can stand much more than you think you can."

Vaginal Overexposure? - I see a lot of vaginas. A lot. One of my favorite things to tell Vincent and his friends is, "I see more vagina that you ever will!"

Marionette - "I'm writing out a fantasy of mine, but I'm not sure what to do with some of it. I'm hoping you can help me figure it out." "Yes Ma'am."

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

Journeys - These insecurities are at the root of my fears. I don't know how to combat them, how to turn those tapes off in my head.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

I've found a new secret to my G-spot - This g-spot thing might be hard to find since it can't be mapped, but believe me it is real and with time, exploration, a good clitoral orgasm and a willing set of fingers and/or dildos you CAN find it.

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 Pixie Calls Me Daddy
Afterwards, kissing
Another Try at Topping
Bent Over and Exposed
Female Orgasm: Where Do You Get Off?
Hurts
Letting the Sadist Out to Play
more con-slut...
pain & sadism: how they intertwine
Tied Up and Tossed in a Corner
Waiting My Turn
Warm Up

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Fifty Shades Of Me

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Buying a Toy: What You Need to Know
Bring on the wanks
I want your sex
My Mother, The Whore
Poly Fallacies #4
Q&A # 3: Childhood BDSM Fantasies
Sticks and Stones...
Small World of Swinging
The Gauge
Us Lately
White and Nerdy

Erotic Writing

Around and 'round
DownGolden girl
Hard Love
Hot sunny sex on a rainy day
It Ain't Sex
I Want to be Watched
I made him watch me masturbate
Jealous
Lazy Day
Lost in Submission
Making out
On Display
Pussy Doctor
Perfect Cover
Pussy Eating- The Fun Way
Rack and Ruin part II
Shower Scene
The Third Date
Tickle Monster
Waiting for It
Watching Skylarks

Grandmas Watch Kardashian Sex Tape

If you want a good laugh and haven't seen this yet, enjoy.

Waiting for It

There is something so deliciously primal about this position - you on your knees in front of me. You reach for me...holding me, stroking me...your gaze sometimes looking up to meet mine, and sometimes focused on the sight in front of you. Looking up at me, you move in for nibbling kisses and long slow licks.

This is exquisite, and I couldn't possibly be more aroused. But I think we need to slow things down. I take my cock by the base in my left hand, and you let go of me...your hands falling into your lap. My right hand tilts your chin slightly up, and you get the message - you're to keep your gaze locked on mine. My hand gently caresses your cheek, then wraps lightly in your hair.

I offer myself to your lips, and you open, ready. I touch my head to your tongue, but when you try to bob forward and take me in, my fist tightens in your hair and holds you there. Not yet, sexy girl...not yet.

I rub my head on your tongue...then I slowly trace the circle of your lips...making one slow clockwise circle, then a slow circle in the other direction. Your tongue flicks out to follow me. I rub my cock on your cheeks...on your chin...tracing the line of your jaw...then back to your parted lips.

I ask if you want to suck my cock? I know the answer, but I want your reaction...and the quick frantic nod of your head gives me a surge of adrenaline. I love that you want this as much as I do.

Your gaze never flinches from mine, and that might be the single most erotic part of this. You know that I love teasing you and making you wait, but you also know that I'm going to give us what we both want.

You just don't know when.

FFF: Shutterbug

Source credit: Met-Art.com

I was comfortably settled in the hotel chair trying to concentrate on a book when I heard the soft knock I'd been waiting for. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face as I answered the door and let you in.

In my excitement to see you, it didn't occur to me that you had two bags, instead of your one overnight bag. And I wouldn't have cared if I had noticed. I swept you into my arms and kissed you, and we left a trail of clothes as we made our way to the bed.

Much later, as we snuggled together in post-coital bliss, you said you had something to show me. You got out your new camera, and said you wanted to take pictures of me. I must have looked skeptical, because you gave me that pouting smile I can't resist.

"You be a good boy and lay right there. I'm going to take some pictures of you. As payment, you can take some of me - and of us."

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The challenge this week was: 171-175 words.
The phrase "...payment..." must be used.

Go see Ram the Sunlover to see who else is participating.

May Day

...or "Slowly Refilling"

It's a new month and Spring is in the air, and it feels like a new beginning. After my short hiatus, I feel like I'm ready to start blogging again. As an aside, I'm very touched by those who have asked how I've been.

I think the time off had the desired effect: I freed myself from the pressure I was putting on myself to post however often. The tank that was empty is slowly-but-surely refilling. I don't have any specific posts planned out right now, but I want to write again and am confident that ideas will come.

Finally, happy May Day. Who doesn't love a good old-fashioned pagan holiday to celebrate the rites of Spring? Sadly, I wasn't able to find a local celebration of dancing around the May pole. Maybe next year.

(Postscript: the Sensual Goddess says that next year we're *hosting* a Maypole celebration. Everyone's invited.)

Empty

When I saw Bella's post earlier this week ("I got nuthin"), I smiled and nodded my head in agreement. I feel the same way - like the tank is empty. I'm just out of ideas...out of inspiration.

I differ from Bella in that I'm not even considering deleting this blog. I have way too much pride in what I've written here to do that (and if that's a sin, so be it.) I'm not going away. I think I'll have inspiration again at some point, and I want this outlet to be here.

But I'm also not sure what to write about now. I used to write detailed multi-part fantasies, which was a lot of fun...but it was also time-consuming and hard work, and I lack both the inspiration and the energy for that now. Even Flash Fiction Friday, which I've dearly loved, isn't giving me the spark it used to. Last week's picture was one I'd ordinarily gobble right up, but I let it pass untouched.

This post isn't a cry for help, a plea for pity, or a goodbye. It's simply a statement that the tank is empty at this moment in time. I will write when I have something I want to write. But I'm not going to force it, and am not going to post just because I haven't posted in x days.

I ask myself if something's fundamentally changed...and I don't think anything has. Yes, life is busy, but not any busier than it used to be. The Sensual Goddess still fully supports my blogging. I'm still both a mystic and a sensual beast, and I'm still growing and making discoveries about myself. The journey continues, the views are always interesting, and the companions to share those views are delightful.

Life is good. I'll still be here, and I'll write when I have something to say.