Self

Your sound loops
A stuck record of pleasure
Jumps
Skips
Moans that repeat
A rhythm stuck in a groove
Cadence melody
Harmonise
Staccato vocals
Breathe from your diaphragm
Fill your lung
Let them swell
Expand with the oxygen of pleasure

Fan mail: healing of her Yoni by MissBehaviour

So a fan read my Eva story and decided she’d do her own version based on yours truly (i’m very flattered). Her name is MissBehaviour and this is her story.

It was almost a blur, and I say that in the sense of my eyes rolling back into my head, where I was able to see an astral plane of immense pleasure, bright stars, masterful galaxies and acknowledgment of being at one with the grand universe.. centered through the pulsating walls of my moistened vagina. I sh*t you not. My loins seem to know the meaning of life! My waves of orgasmic pleasure, intrigue, heightened sense of adventure and sexual expression has not been invigorated so profusely until as of recent, and I am one to have experienced a number of adventures, but nothing quite like this…

Bedroom Bully

I am your authority
I will use my hardness to make you yield
Assault you with strong strokes
Intimidate you with my girth
Threaten you with my stamina
Become your mattress predator
Attack you with vicious force

moonlight

I kiss you
delicate
As gentle as moonlight kissing the ocean
Dance across the ocean waves of your skin
Float on the surface of you
Silver lining in the black velvet sky of your unfulfilled want
Kiss you until your tide rises
Ebbs
Flows
Creates undercurrents of want

The great Rampant Rabbit debate – how do you use yours?

So i was having a convo with a lady friend and it seems there are various ways women use their rampant rabbits. Most women only use the ‘ears’ but many have a preference as to which direction their rabbit is pointing (either with the shaft pointing downwards/between their thighs or pointing upwards). It made me wonder … so the two questions are

1. how do you use yours
2. which direction does it point in

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celebrity

My tongue is a celebrity
Your clit becomes starstruck whenever it’s near
It camps out in harsh conditions of frustration
Wanting to be first in line to see it
It screams with excitement at the sight of my tongue
Reaches out from behind the barriers of soft folds of delicate skin
Finger tips of 8,000 never ends wave and wiggle
begging to be touched

word wednesday aka creative corner

So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge 🙂

I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.

Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better 🙂

The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.

word wednesday No3

WW poem No3. words submitted by Talena:
Blue Green Gold Black and white

Green spring roots of anticipation flourish
They grow in the warmth of sunshine foreplay
Tropical heat of want
Bloom in the humidity of prolonged indulgence
This desire is ripe
Full of the juices

creation

In the darkness
Thick liquid shadows spill across our room
Silent ocean waves of fluid silhouettes
Splash against the walls
The absence of colour is vivid

Coffee, Cake and Kink pt 2

Coffee, Cake and Kink pt2 …..

…Tannisha’s thoughts we bumper cars in her head, flashing, spinning and clashing into each other in her mind. Her breathing was deep and laboured as she slowed her thoughts and continued.
‘I’d put the toy in my mouth and pretend it was your dick and suck it slowly, deep throat it and let my saliva coat it like I do that dick of yours’. Tannisha found herself licking her lips at her own words. She could hear Femi’s breath stumble out of his mouth as his body relived how she’d suck him off in the past.
‘Fuck!’ he whisper as he jerked slight at the flashback.
Tannisha knew Femi’s kryptonite was her sucking his dick, she knew he loved her tongue piecing and how she used it. Hearing him respond she stunk out her tongue and tapped her piecing against her teeth and let the metallic stud sound whiffed into the air. She continued; ‘I’d flick the tip of the toy with my tongue piecing, swirl my tongue around the tip, let my tongue glide and dance in slow circles’.