"Oh how pretty." It was Jeff, her Sir. "Three obedient little subbies under the tree. Shall we let them open a present each?" "Why not?" That was David, Jess' Master. "I wonder if they can guess what they each get?" "Well, let's see." Aidan, Ailsa's Dom spoke. "Five spanks if they get it wrong?" Kath wriggled, conscious if anyone looked at her closely her pussy and legs would be coated in her juices. "And play with it if they get it right." Jeff said. "What do you say, pets?" That was Aidan again. "Please, Sir." Three voices agreed as the girls spoke at the same time.
Nena Reddy: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Nena Reddy, who has provided some lovely excerpts from her books for Cara Sutra readers to enjoy. Learn more about Nena in her bio below, click through her links and enjoy some free steamy erotica too.
J P Philips describes himself as, "a perfectly ordinary, happily married, forty-something-year-old man who accidentally stumbled upon a talent for erotic writing." He’s just opened his brand new website, My Darkest Desire, where you can find his entire collection of short stories and novellas.
My most popular sex blog post was about my experience dating a BDSM top who rocked my world and left a welt on my ass that didnʼt allow me to sit properly for a month. I found him on a “vanilla” online dating site, but by our second date he had me tied up, naked, hanging from the rafters in his livingroom.
Violet Blue is an award-winning author and editor, CNET reporter, CBSi/ZDNet blogger and columnist, a high-profile tech personality and one of Wired’s Faces of Innovation. She is regarded as the foremost expert in the field of sex and technology, a sex-positive mainstream media pundit (MacLife, CNN, “The Oprah Winfrey Show”) and is interviewed, quoted and featured in outlets ranging from ABC News to the Wall Street Journal.
I mean most people have sex toys now, so it’s not really anything to be embarrassed about, but as a sex blogger you all know, we have more than the average amount of sex toys. His face at first started in amusement. Where you know he’s thinking ‘oh look I found a dildo’ he then found another and another. Storage bags filled with glass dildos, at that time I had over 20 glass dildos, and he had to pull each one out of its protective bag, and then the vibrators, the chest with the bondage gear, floggers, whips, and cuffs. I really don’t know if he knew what expression he thought he should be expressing on his face at that point. The poor guy had over 5 chests to go through.
Hi, I'm Charlie and I blog over at Charlie in the Pool. When I first started out my blog was more of a dating blog but over time it has morphed into some completely different. Now it's a mixture of sexual anecdotes, my sexual fantasies, sex toy reviews, erotic fiction and quite a few pictures of my boobs. What's your blog name/online handle and how did you come up with it? I needed a suitable pseudonym for setting up my blog and decided on the name Charlie because that was my cats name and I've always liked it. The "In The Pool" comes from the fact I live in Liverpool, which is sometimes called The Pool by locals.
Dulce DeVine is a true renaissance woman, and she honors her passions by creating, performing, teaching, learning, and embracing life. She is an erotica writer, burlesquerina, danseuse du ventre, tarot reader, Reiki Master, and priestess with Romani blood running through her veins.
“Yes,” moaned Hannah in-between kisses. He was definitely in the right place, and although it felt better than his finger-play weeks before, she still didn’t feel quite the same as when her husband or even she had done it before. So she simply decided to move their play into another position. She spun on top of him, skirt still up, and backed into him in a lap dance. She grabbed for his hand and stuffed it back into the front of her panties, allowing him to pet her while she intensified the gyration as she backed into him. Danny groaned, and then lifted her off of him quickly. “I think I need some air.” He quickly exited the back seat, and stood up next to the car, taking in a few deep breaths. Hannah smiled. She might have made him almost pop right then and there. She felt a sense of pride that she could do so much to him, fully clothed. She wished she could do more. “Are you okay?” she asked, leaning out of the back seat to look at him.
In 2010, I found out my husband had been cruising for men on Gaydar and having sex with them in our bed. It was the final nail in the coffin – our marriage was blighted by his alcohol problems and his vile temper. The whole thing destroyed me, and the pain was mind numbing. I didn’t even cry for two years. Just before Valentine’s Day this year, ‘something’ compelled me to write it down and I put it on my blog CavaSupernova. I’d started the blog to prove to myself I could still have a good time after nearly two decades of misery with my ex. I surprised myself that I’d written about something that had caused such intense pain.
Her breathing quickened at his possessive touch. If she moved her legs apart, anyone at the end of the table would have a view of her pussy. Crap. This was not what she had envisioned for the evening. She considered explaining, but doubted he’d be sympathetic. Screw it, the lighting was subdued and her skirt covered enough—she hoped. Slowly, reluctantly, she spread her legs until her foot was lined up with the corner. “I’m going to place the manacle around your ankle. I won’t latch it, pet. You are to remain still. If you remove your leg, I will be disappointed.”
It doesn't take long, however, for Kate to learn the shocking truth about Gretchen’s business: that her lingerie shop is merely a front for the area's most elite escort service; one that caters to the extravagant erotic fantasies of its wealthy and powerful clients. Introduced to a world of wild sexual desires beyond anything she had ever imagined, Kate quickly becomes torn between the allure of the money she so desperately needs and the risks associated with Gretchen’s affairs. Only making things more complicated are her attraction to Dylan Cole, the handsome young Silhouettes patron who has recently caught her eye, and her friendship with Vixen, the brash, wild dancer who quickly becomes both mentor and thorn in Kate's side. When an unexpected tragedy pushes Kate even deeper into Gretchen’s world, she must quickly decide whether to walk away from her new life or to embrace it.
“What the hell, Max?” she exclaimed, but it wasn’t because of his nudity. She’d seen him naked more times than any other woman. He stepped into a pair of tight boxer shorts and turned around, preparing himself for the grief he had been hoping to avoid. “What have I done now?” he asked, walking towards the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of dark, shredded jeans.
I’d held a home party the night before and in the midst of clearing up I’d shoved various large rabbit vibrators, bullets and other sex toys into the over-sized bags which were fashionable at the time. Unbeknown to me, when entering a county court all bags must be searched and emptied by 2 security guards. They had a great time pulling each and every item painstakingly out of my bag, in front of a queue which consisted solely of middle-aged men whilst my face glowed redder and redder with each product. They then had to go through an x ray machine along with my bag.
Finding she wore no bra beneath the black lace, his hand moulded to her left breast; it filled his hand nicely and eager digits kneading the soft, supple flesh while his thumb and forefinger rolled the pebbled nipple. Thrilled by his touch, she arched her back, pressing her breast further into his palm, and moaned in utter wonder as he trailed his tongue along her collarbone, soothing the bite marks, her fingers tugging at his hair each time his thumb her playfully squeezed her pert bud.
"There is a woman sitting across from me. Buttoned up, all business. What is she like when she lets her hair down? I'll bet she likes it in the ass. I can almost see her, bent over, plump round butt in the air, shivering with lust as she waits to be taken. She might even like a little spanking first. After he makes her ass nice and pink, her lover pours massage oil between her spread cheeks, then rubs it into her hungry hole as she mewls like a cat in heat. She longs to be stuffed with cock and her lover obliges. While he fucks her back door, she sucks his fingers."
The latest work I read from Kristina Lloyd was a short story entitled 'Cutting out Hearts' in Cleis Press' Best Erotic Romance 2013 anthology, edited by Violet Blue. Apart from the emotion rich scenes and raunchy sexual aspects, there is a deep, underlying psychological value to her writing which makes you think. The brain is our sexiest organ and Kristina certainly knows how to use hers, as well as inviting yours along for the ride, to get to a thoroughly satisfying destination.