Wicked #9 – e[lust]
Posted on | March 10, 2010 | No Comments
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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~
Start Without Me – It’s for when one of us is too tired, or not in the mood, or out of town, or the other of us is too horny to wait. But now, here, right in front of me, you’re touching yourself, playing yourself, and it is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Wicked Tongues - There are so many different ways that a mouth can connect themselves with my cunt. And so many partners, each with their own way of connecting with me.
“Vanilla” Bigotry – I effectively retired my personal usage of the word “vanilla” when one of these sick fucks told me that he hated that term. He said it was condescending, and the implication that kinky people have any idea what goes on in other people’s bedrooms just because they aren’t fucking around in a dungeon was ridiculous.
~ e[lust] Editress ~
Audible – More hushed giggles, more kissing sounds. A gasp followed immediately by a quiet, restrained moan. I had to make up the images in my head, try to picture what caused that gasp, who’s mouth was on what body part. Or was it even a mouth?
~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~
Swing Shift Volume 33- We’re “Sexually Festive!” – What I do know is that I love Veronica now more than ever, that we choose our extra-marital partners with care and respect, and never fail to remember that our primary relationship is the most important one. If we’re considered sluts or promiscuous by others, so what?
See also: Pleasurists #66 and #67 for all your sex toy review needs.
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Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
Spend an Evening with Madison Young and Help Support the Arts
Partner rape, cryptids, and other crazy myths
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Choosing the right partner in poly relationships
In response to: Gang Bang Curiosity
Time and Punishment: Some dynamics of male chastity in marriage
Kink & Fetish
Erotic Writing
Are You Watching Me? (3rd and Final Part)
That Kind Of Girl…Who Gets Off In A Crowded Bar
Stretch
Posted on | March 5, 2010 | 2 Comments
It can be difficult to find the time to check out everyone’s HNT photos. In this regular feature, I showcase my favourite pics of the week. If you like them, please visit the blogger in question and let them know – I certainly have.
Sometimes you just need to stretch. Unkink, unwind, relax tensed muscles. Take a load off – and enjoy.
Isadora – stretch your arms behind you, clasping your hands together. Keep your chin up. Admire your posture in the mirror.
Neamhspleach – roll on your side, resting one legs atop the other. Then point your toes, holding the position. Relax after ten seconds. Then do it again.
Petal – find a wall or window. Stretch your whole body: arms above you, legs up on tip-toes. Tense your buttocks. Feel the tautness of skin, and the strength of self.
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If you missed them, here’s your chance to visit earlier favourites:
Relax, and Try New Things
Hands in New Places
Giggly Girls
Shadow and Light
Gates of Hell HNT
Posted on | March 4, 2010 | 28 Comments
Last week Apollo and I were off on a long-overdue holiday – and it was fantastic! In addition to a whole lot of relaxing (and skinny-dipping in the lake), we also did some tourist-y stuff. On Wednesday, we headed off to Hell’s Gate Thermal Park - a geothermal area near Rotorua, which is stinky, bubbly, absolutely stunning, and perfect for perverts…
And, being the middle of summer, a parasol was a necessity!
*click for danger warning!*
This particular parasol is lovely plain white paper, with a wooden handle and spokes. It was a Giftmas present from Adonis, and it looked very elegant against the steamy backdrop of Hell’s Gate – and contrasted brilliantly with my orange top! Also, being one of my larger parasols, it did a great job protecting me from the hot sun.
*click for lots of parasol*
Walking about the entirety of Hell’s Gate took about an hour (sneakers were essential), and there was plenty to see! Mud pools, fumaroles, steam and geysers and bubbling water and more (you can look at this youtube clip if you want to see them in action). Apollo took lots of pictures of me, which was good – but he also took rather a lot where I am nowhere to be seen, and the focus is on the geothermal activity instead. *grin*
*click for a different steamy view*
Naturally, I think the best pictures manage to have both!
If you’re ever in New Zealand and you visit Rotorua, I can definitely recommend Hell’s Gate – it’s like stepping back in time to primitive earth formation, endlessly fascinating, and very pretty!
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Don’t forget to have a look at my favourite HNT’s from last week, featuring Dreaming Barefoot and Laura!
Wicked tongues
Posted on | March 3, 2010 | 8 Comments
I love cunnilingus. I love having the opportunity for my lips and tongue and chin and nose to discover the secrets of another; and I love to have my legs spread, my cunt open and welcoming of anothers’ teasing face.
There are so many different ways that a mouth can connect themselves with my cunt. And so many partners, each with their own way of connecting with me.
There’s the gentle approach: insidious, determined lapping which erodes my defences. Long and lascivious licks from my perineum, across the labia and up to the clit, then circling and stroking and nuzzling. Continual contact, laving and stroking until a tidal wave gushes forth and drenches their face. This approach can go for hours, and the waves keep on coming until we are nothing but a tiny figures in a large, damp, lake.
Then there’s the attack: teeth dragging at my flesh (which I love) - pulling on the outer labia; nipping my clitoral bud; smashing away my defences. An animal toying with its feast, never hard enough to damage, but enough to cause squeals and whimpers. Ignoring the velvety insides of my cunt to worry instead at my clit, my clit, my clit, until I am begging for tongue or fingers or cock or anything to penetrate me as my walls contract around nothing but air.
The enthusiastic approach: tongue plunging in, nose buried in my curls and bumping on my clit. Deep licks as their tongue curls and twists in an attempt to get deeper. Spelunking at its finest, and rewards with trickles of ejaculatory juices as they coax them from me.
The power-exchange: where their approach is not quite as important – they can be gentle, or playful, or enthusiastic, but it’s about the pleasure they are providing for me. Their face is buried in my cunt, their ears blocked as my thighs clench around them. Sudden movements as they resurface for much-needed air. The knowledge that their mouth will be filled with my juices, and they have no option but to swallow and then take more. Knowing that they love it. Knowing that I love it. Both make me come at the thought.
The reunion: when it’s been far too long. Their head is between my legs, but there’s no rush – they use their eyes to remind themselves of how I look; fingers gently prizing me open. Their nose as they inhale my aroma. Fingertips tangling in my pubic hair, and grazing down my clit, my labia, and slowly around and into my cunt. And then – once they have reminded themselves of all of that – then they lower their mouth, gently reconnect. And we come back together, full circle.
How do you like your cunnilingus? What’s your approach? Give or receive? Take it, or make a gift of it? Tell me of your desires, your tricks, your journey of cunt and mouth together.
Relax, and try new things
Posted on | March 1, 2010 | 4 Comments
It can be difficult to find the time to check out everyone’s HNT photos. In this regular feature, I showcase my favourite pics of the week. If you like them, please visit the blogger in question and let them know – I certainly have.
I had exactly two things I wanted to do on holiday: relax, and try new things. And now I’m back, these gorgeous images from the current batch of HNTers really sum it up well for me!
Relaxed? Why yes! Dreaming Barefoot definitely is making the most of the sunshine, there. And I can’t help but wondering what’s just out of shot …
As for trying new things, this is Laura’s first HNT – and I am delighted she’s joined us! I know it wasn’t an easy step for her to take (it’s a hurdle for many of us), but I hope she’s finds it extremely rewarding, and well worth repeating 
If you missed them, here’s your chance to visit earlier favourites:
Hands in New Places
Giggly Girls
Shadow and Light
Express Yourself
Raunchy Review: Aneros Progasm
Posted on | February 27, 2010 | 8 Comments
Hylas loves anal play. And I love playing with Hylas’ bottom. It’s a good combination, really. So when TabuToys gave me the opportunity to check out some anal sex toys? Seemed like a great idea to me!
Given that he’s not a newbie when it comes to sticking things up his bum, the Aneros Progasm looked like it’d be a lovely treat – it’s one of the more advanced of the Aneros family, and larger as well. Additionally, it’s designed (as are all Aneros toys) specifically to massage the prostate. Which sounds like erotic, arousing, amusing, fun.
Prior to play
Earlier in the day I’d asked Hylas to give himself an enema (oh woes! He just hates doing that … not), so he was nice and emptied out. It seemed like a good idea.
Then, after some dinner and some digestion, we had a look at what we were playing with. Both Hylas and I like instructions, and find them quite useful when it comes to trying something new. So we were pleased to see that the Progasm packaging included instructions on the back . I quite enjoyed reading those aloud to him.
I’d also, earlier in the day, discovered that their website also had some seriously complete – and complex - instructions. So we both crowded around the computer to have a read of those as well. Alas, they were as dry as dust to both of us, which was not particularly helpful. We just wanted to get on with playing!
So, we gave the toy a good pre-play wash. Got out the lube. And got naked. As you do!
Experiment 1
Our plan was to follow the instructions on the packaging. Detailed, but not too complex. Step 1 was easy – that was washing the toy. Step 2 read as follows: Lie on your side. Keeping the lower leg straight, bring your top knee to your stomach. Apply adequate lubricant to the device. After we’d finished being amused at the notion of attempting to apply lubricant when in that position (I mean, really?) we playing with positioning. This side, that side. Top leg, bottom leg. Knee hard in the stomach (he has long legs), or more relaxed. We eventually found a position that seemed to be comfortable, and went for step 3. Inserting the toy.
Lube, as always, was our friend. Not just on the toy, but also around and in the arsehole. I like lube, so I used a lot of it. After loosening things up with some finger-play (and because I like using my fingers and teasing him), it was time to insert the toy itself.
The main thing with the Progasm is that it has to be facing the correct way when it’s inserted, so that the bulbous head is pressing correctly into the prostate. This also means that the perineum tab is pressing against the perineum, with the K-tab on the other side. Luckily, it’s pretty easy to get right.
Next step. Relax. Okay. We did that – my boobies in his face seemed to be very relaxing!
The next thing to do with the toy was to contract and relax the sphincter muscle as slowly as possible, so that the toy would automatically massage the Male G-spot. (Incidentally, I much prefer ‘P Spot’ to ‘Male G-Spot’. Am I alone in this?) Apparently this is the point of the toy – to wank yourself without having to touch your willy. The packaging doesn’t go into this, but the website does:
Because the Aneros Massager is suspended unstably within the anal canal, the slightest muscular action and even the pulsing of blood vessels infiltrating the anal canal and surrounding the prostate is detected by the Aneros and directly transmitted to the anal canal, prostate and the perineum acupressure point. These sensations are positively relayed back to the anus, and this chain reaction accelerates to a nearly explosive point. During this session, it is possible to adjust the location of the Aneros by slightly increasing or decreasing your contraction strength. In this manner, you may position the Aneros Massager to a point most preferable to you. In conjunction with the degree of pressure applied to the perineum acupressure point, all points along the front wall of the rectum from the anus to the ampulla of vas above the prostate will reflect different types and degrees of pleasurable sensations. This area is a treasure trove of erogenous stimuli.
(Dry. See? Did you even read all of it, or skip down to this?)
Hylas really wanted to be able to make himself orgasm by doing this, and not touching his cock at all. The problem with that, however, was that as he clenched and relaxed his rear muscles, his scrotum tightened and his penis danced … and that made me want to dance with it!
Being the boss, I got what I wanted – which was to bring him to orgasm using both his arse and his cock. Which was pretty hot. Yum.
And then he showered, and I perved. As you do. Those tabs? Useful to hang it up to dry!
Experiments 2, 3 and 4
Still, I quite liked the notion of Hylas using the Progasm to come without touching his cock, so I set him a task – experimenting each day with it for the next week, and emailing me with the results.
After the first day, I didn’t get an email. So I enquired (after all, I’m sure he didn’t want to be punished). He confessed that he’d put it in and started contracting around it … and fallen asleep.
Can you guess what happened the next two nights as well?
Final Experiment
After three nights of falling asleep with it, I gave him a night off. (And no, didn’t punish him.) But the next night I made sure we were going to play with it together again.
Before that, however, we lay back and cuddled and I dragged some feedback out of him. After all, he is the anal fan, and he knows what works for him. So, this is what he thought:
The material it’s made of it great – it’s nice and firm, and feels very solid internally. There are no seams, so it’s smooth (this is good). It’s also amazingly easy to clean.
The sensation it provides is interesting. It’s a nice pressure, and contracting with it is a nice sensation, but not the amazing event he was hoping for.
It’s not enough for him to get off with on its own.
Still, we played again with it in. And it did add something to the experience. But both of us, I think, would just as rather that I used my fingers, or a butt-plug, or a toy that can be slid in and out.
Because anal play is hot.
Verdict: Not what either of us hoped for.
Specs:
Name: Aneros Progasm
Size: 1.25” diameter at widest part of tip; 1.30” diameter at mid-ridge; 1.52” from centre of stem to perineum pressure point; .60” perineum tab diameter; 4.75” overall height
Materials: Good question. ‘FDA Approved materials’, apparently.
Colours: Black, White, Red
Made in: USA
Price: US$76.05 from TabuToys.com
Worthy of note: This is the largest of the Aneros toys. You can see the range here.
Places it feels good: Up yer bum!
4/10 Erogenous Zones
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Enjoying the View HNT
Posted on | February 25, 2010 | 19 Comments
Hylas and I really did have a fantastic time on our train adventure – for one day, we sure did a lot (and there’s more to see yet!). Our train journey back into Auckland central did eventually come to an end, but there was a lot of view to enjoy before that!
*click for relaxation*
Hylas is really into trains. He spent a lot of time on our adventure teaching me stuff (which I enjoyed learning), and taking pictures of other trains, train stations, train yards, and some amazing graffiti as we passed. The question I have, in this photo – is he taking a picture of me, or the train we’re passing?
*click for a rare photo of Hylas*
At least in this pic I know he’s checking out me! I returned the favour, naturally. I do really like looking at him – that luscious hair and lovely face and terrifically tall body. Mmm.
*click for a great view*
By the time we pulled into Britomart station, I was quite tired. But I perked up at the tunnel, and the amazing light Hylas perked up at the opportunity to perve at more trains … what a surprise?
Next week is another parasol-themed HNT, but then we’re back to (gasp) boobies at Britomart!
Don’t forget to have a look at my favourite HNT’s from last week, featuring Elle, Petal and Kinky Pixie.
Repeat: Hot Summer Night
Posted on | February 23, 2010 | 4 Comments
It’s late – later than it should be on a school night, but we’re finally in bed. The lights are out, and we’re settling down to sleep. It’s slightly less humid than earlier in the week, so we’ve left the fan off for a change. Still, I feel hot, despite the duvet tossed back and the sheet only partially covering me. I lie on my back, feeling Apollo’s cool arse pressed against my side, and try to drop off to sleep.
But my heat grows, and it centres itself in my crotch. I’m aroused, awake, and somewhat bemused, given the lateness of the hour. Still, the insistent pulsing of my cunt means the best solution is to quickly pleasure myself to orgasm, then drop off in the afterglow. Otherwise I’ll lie there awake and hot and frustrated, while the minutes tick past midnight and into the early hours.
I slide my right hand – my non-dominant hand, but the one on the far side from Apollo – down, and rub it around my clit. For all my arousal, I’m not very wet. My eyes open, in the dark, I flick through my mental library of fantasies. Images and concepts begin to slip through my mind and down to my cunt, my fingers working them into the skin: rub rub, slide, curl, slide, rub.
My mind has found the shelf of non-consent. Familiar fantasies of being taken from behind by strangers on a train, pushed up against a wall and forced in a bar, given to party-goers by my owner. Rub, rub, slide. That leads me in a new direction, and I see myself at a play-party, collared and leashed, there entirely for the pleasure of others. I grow slick beneath my rubbing, curling, sliding. My juices are thick and viscous and smell heavy, musky, and delicious. It arouses me further that I can smell myself in the still night air.
At the play-party, I am in my favourite spot. My safest spot. The cage. I love being in a cage, seeing the world and yet sitting apart from it. Being so vulnerable and yet detached. I’m in a cage and I’m sucking cock through the bars and I’m being watched as I suck but I’m safe in my cage as I delight in this strange cock in my mouth, pressing me back as I push forward, my forehead resting on the bars.
I am sucking cock through the bars on my cage … and I come, clenching my thighs tightly and holding back the gush of liquid that threatens to spill. I clench my teeth and shudder and slip, slide, rub. My clit hood is back and it feels so tender, and I cannot resist pressing it, squeezing it, tormenting myself to another orgasm. I writhe next to Apollo, a small part of me wondering how he can sleep through this.
A third orgasm, and I slowly stop rubbing. I am satisfied. Hotter than ever, but pleasantly wiped out. I slowly release my clit, and roll over. And accidentally elbow Apollo. He grunts in surprise, and I have an idea…
I grope for his hand in the dark, finally capturing it. “Sweetheart,” I whisper. “Feel this.” I guide his hand to my cunt, so he can feel the wetness coating my thighs and lips. And he slides his fingers up to my clitoris, stroking and teasing. “No, not more!” I moan. But he doesn’t stop. He slips and slides and rubs, and I squirm beneath his attention. He knows me well, and no coaxing is required to bring me to orgasm again.
I know him well too. No coaxing was required to get him to slide his awakened cock inside me, and fuck me rampantly in the dark. More orgasms, shared this time.
Much later, we both lie exhausted, sheets and duvet lost to the floor, mattress damp beneath my arse, completely fucked. And hot – very hot. But we’re both too tired to get up and turn the fan on, so, like sinking, we fall asleep.
Picture from One Thousand Pictures of Amber 2001
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Hands in new places
Posted on | February 21, 2010 | 4 Comments
It can be difficult to find the time to check out everyone’s HNT photos. In this regular feature, I showcase my favourite pics of the week. If you like them, please visit the blogger in question and let them know – I certainly have.
There are so many places you can put hands – and they’re versatile, too!
Elle’s hands are doing what I’m sure most viewers heartily encourage – removing her knickers to show off her delicious bottom.
Petal’s hands, on the other hand, are covering places I’m sure we’d like to put hands ourselves…
There are no hands to be seen in this picture of the Kinky Pixie – but I’m sure there were just seconds after this shot was taken – pop!
If you missed them, here’s your chance to visit earlier favourites:
Giggly Girls
Shadow and Light
Express Yourself
Bound hand and foot
Summer Palace
Posted on | February 19, 2010 | 6 Comments
It’s been a long time. Four years, nearly, since our lovely winter honeymoon. But today Apollo and I are off on holiday. Holiday!
(Yes, I’ve been away since then, with my brother. But still – this is way overdue.)
It’s late February, a sweltering hot New Zealand summer. Can you think of anything better than getting out of the city for ten days with a person you adore, to hang out next to a lake and alternately sleep, read, swim, eat and fuck?
There won’t be tourists (unless we actually go somewhere) - we have a house to ourselves. There won’t be crowds of holidaying families – school restarted a few weeks back. No brother or cats to take care of – they’re looking after each other. So it’s just us, and whatever we choose to do.
What are our plans? We don’t really have any. Well, there are two days at an amazing resort, thanks to a good friend. But other than that? Sleep in. Relax. Enjoy the summertime.
There’ll still be posts while I’m away – Hylas is kindly ensuring they go up. But don’t expect replies until afterwards!
Janis Joplin sums it up well – feel that relaxing groove:
And Chris Rea makes me want to do this all summer long:
And, of course, for our own summer palace:
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