August 2009
76 posts
July 2009
72 posts
“Any law that criminalizes consensual, sexual adult interactions—sodomy, the sell...”
– Manufacturing Outrage: How To Criminalize Victimless Crimes (via spreadmagazine) (via melissa)
two poems from woolsweater's erotic poetry...
woolsweater:
February
Imagine, if you must, another man;
he’ll imagine me. I’ll touch you
with his foreign hands; you’ll feel he
is sweeter, softer. I’ll feel strange
better with another for you lover.
I’ll imagine you, your usual mouth;
your tongue will be unusual between
his different lips. I’ll feel your kiss
as an offense; he’ll punish your
perversity, but I will come
to your...
"may I feel said he"
mauvegiraffe:
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let’s go said he not too far said she what’s too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you’re...
Couger Dens →
I might have to check out some of these bars before I age out of the bait demographic.
When I was 21 I went out with a 60 year old woman for a while who’s husband had just left her for a 20 something. We would hold hands as we walked down the street and smile and wink at his friends and family.
Such sweet memories.
txtsex →
gentlebutfirm:
So, the idea is to create a short sexy story that you could txt to someone. That means 161 characters, max. It’s not easy…
Hi hon. Woke late. Apt in a shambles. Hubby due 1 hr. Where the fuck r my panties? Cunt & head both sore :-) Dnr yr place at 7, right? i have wine u bring panties!
Follow the link for more.
Close your eyes…
scurrilous:
Close your eyes…
My eyes slowly drift shut, and the image of you burns in my memory.
Don’t move. I stay perfectly still.
My senses are heightened. I’m paying close attention to every sound, your scent, the warmth radiating from your body, your breath.. The anticipation has me breathing in gasps as I hear your body shift closer to me.
Your hot breath stings my lips; forcing a...
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Glorious Waves
She crawled into my lap like a warm cat; slinky and purring as she worked her way up my body. Her fingernails scraped my skin soundlessly and her hair caressed my body like silk over marble. When she finally reached my neck, my chin, and my lips I was dizzy. When I tasted her it was like every first kissed tied up in one.
Her dress managed to stay perfectly still as she moved, so by the time...
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When There are Three of Us
There’s something about sex with two men that makes me feel both powerful and completely terrified.
When I undress for them and feel their eyes on me I tremble and my breath is short. When I feel them each lean in to kiss my neck and whisper their desires in my ears I feel like they’re mine to command.
When I kneel before them and take them into my mouth in turn, I feel small and wonder if I can...
bodies, close
from the talented mcnaughty:
I sat down on the bus, and when you got on at the next stop you sat next to me. The bus driver had just finished yelling at some douchebags he’d kicked off and you asked me about it. We talked, briefly. Only a couple sentences really. Then I read a research article and you sat looking forward, hands on top of your case of Budweiser.
A stop or so later the couple got...
The Beyond the Pale Festival August 1-7, 2009 →
I don’t know a whole lot about this festival, but it sounds like a good time: erotic readings, burlesque, short films, and tons more. Click on the link above for all the details.
Lucky girl.
from scurrilous:
My fingertips tingled with joy as they explored the smooth skin along his spine. They trace little circles upwards; around every little curve.
Following the lines of your shoulder blades, and the sneaking across your side to your chest. My nails graze up the middle, and slide through your soft hair up towards your neck.. but they go across, and follow your misshapen collar...
6 tags
The Myth of Positive Experience
I’ve never liked olives. The texture, the flavor, and the smell of them has always made me a bit ill. I have however, always wanted to like them. I love the way they look and I’m excited by the idea of olives.
I was told a while back that we can change our preferenes through seven positive experiences. To that end I decided that I would learn to love them.
Over the past few months I’ve hired...
“This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours complain about the...”
– James
(one of my favorite song beginnings ever)
We were lying in a large grass field
from the charming scurrilous:
We were lying in a large grass field, and staring up at the stars. He had just roached the joint, followed by him putting his arm around my lower back. His free hand came up to my chin, and pulled my face close to his. He pressed his cannabis-flavoured lips against mine, and blew the smoke slowly into my open lungs. He was then kissing my neck as I exhaled with a...
8 tags
A Soft Chord
A soft chord woke me at an indeterminable hour, and I lay there and listened for a while to make sure I was awake. More notes drifted by my room and I began to feel hot with the door closed; I slowly got up out of bed and made my way over to the door. I opened it quietly with one hand, and leaned the other against the wall as the music got slightly louder. I walked slowly out through the...
School Days
In Delaware When I was younger I would live a life obscene In the spring I had great hunger I was Brando, I was Dean Blaspheming booted blue-jeaned baby boy Oh how I made them turn their heads the townie brownie girls they jumped for joy And begged me bless them in their beds…
—Loudon Wainwright III
I love the way you kiss me...
once again from the fantastic scurrilous:
I love the way you kiss me..
Your face slowly moves towards mine. I can see the anticipation in your eyes, just before they close. The heat from your face bounces off my cheeks.
My eyes drift shut.
Your lips softly brush against the corner of my mouth, sending an electrical fire through my body, but you pull away. A soft moan escapes my lips..
I move...
“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become...”
– Ingrid Bergman
Texts From Last Night
(979): Proposition. Sex. No words, no talking about it later. I just want you tonight.
4 tags
Night Air
From the overwhelmingly sexy mcnaughty:
Night air on my skin. My clothes a barrier, a burden. Oh how I long to shed them, fabric sliding down my legs, along my arms, over my head, and there I am. Free. Open. Exposed. To that warm air softly lapping up against me caressing and teasing me. I am enveloped in its silky warmth I am breathing it in sweet soft velvet on my tongue ...
“He holds me down with one hand, yanks me into a tight triangle with my chest on...”
– Nightmare Brunette (via seaofsin) (via scurrilous)
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Summer Fridays
My boss only fucks me on Summer Fridays. She says it’s because she has time to freshen up before she goes home, but I think it’s the denim. I wear the lowest cut jeans I own at the end of each week and it’s never long before she calls me into her office. This morning she called me in at 11 and told me to lock the door. She got up slowly and gestured to her chair. I sat down and looked up as...
8 tags
A Couple of Very Dirty Martinis
You walked over to us twenty minutes into the party and looked at him with a sheepish grin. When he asked if you wanted a drink you smiled and said yes please. He gestured a hand towards me. “You know what you need to do.” Seconds later you knelt in front of me and unzipped my pants. You reached a hand in and pulled me to your mouth. You kissed the head of my cock as your hand squeezed tightly...
8 tags
Strawberry Freckles
Her freckles tasted of strawberries. I know it’s a cliché, but in this case I had been rubbing half-eaten strawberries over her neck and tits and I was licking the juice off a freckle right above her left nipple.
The nipple was hard and pink and the juice from the strawberry had formed a small drop that was running towards it. I ran my thumb along the bottom of her breast, feeling the perfect...
7 tags
Alice
In the small crowd that gathered for Belgian beers on 7th street we were the only two who had never fucked in Central Park. Everyone else looked at us like we were crazy and when they asked us what part of the park we would choose we answered at the same time. “Alice in Wonderland!” We looked at each other and only seconds passed before she suggested we go. “Are you serious?” I asked as I...
5 tags
You Just Want Me Because...
She was twenty years old—nearly fifteen years younger than me—and I lay on my bed looking up at her. “You just want me because I’m young,” she said. “No,” I replied. “Is it because I make you feel young?” “Nope.” “Because waiters ask if I’m your daughter?” “No!” “Do you just want me because of this?” she asked as she squeezed the muscles of her cunt tight around me.” “No,” I moaned as I...
A Hard Smack
scurrilous:
A hard smack echoed through the room, and was soon followed by my sharp shriek. My mouth remained open as my breathing deepened and I attempted to sag to the floor. My attempt was unsuccessful due to the ropes binding my hands upwards to the ceiling. My wrists burned as the rope dug in deeper, leaving a red mark. The belt made contact with the tender flesh on my back again, and had...
you are hot as hell
from the ever charming mcnaughty:
me: ——, you are hot as hell. Hot like a bumbleberry pie, hot like a sunburn, hot like oil spitting up from a frying pan, hot like too many blankets, hot like a flush spreading across cheeks and chest, hot like a silky Thai curry, hot like sole-burning sand. But not like an electrical fire.
him: not like an electrical fire? I like being all those other things,...
10 tags
It's Only You
“You liked her,” you whispered in my ear as you pushed me down onto the bed. “She was ok,” I said as I pulled you to me. “Are you saying you didn’t want to kiss her?” I couldn’t respond and you covered my eyes and kissed me deeply and slowly. You were sitting on my lap now with your fingers in my hair, and your thighs wrapped tightly around my waist. “What would you do to her,” you whispered as...
