Tempestuous (Anniversary pt 4)

Streaming, slipping, sliding. Hot water and warm flesh, damp hair and the taste of chlorine and ephemeric bubbles. I lie back, head resting against hard plastic, while you slip (slick) between my legs. You kneeling, worshipping, bubbling breath up past my belly as you dip below to take me in your mouth.

Your tongue is hotter than the water.

Slipping, sliding, streaming. I buck hard (making a bruise on my hairline, which I find tomorrow), spasm over you. You rise to breathe and I caress hair out of your eyes. You rise to breathe and I kiss you, give you my air. You rise to breathe and then sink below again, suckle me. I cannot stop the shudders that move from clitoris to head, cunt to toes, groin to heart. Your hands rest on my waist, so I cannot float away and lose myself completely.

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Stripping Juliet (Anniversary pt 3)

There are many aspects to creating a successful anniversary evening, and they differ depending on the people involved. Sometimes it’s hard to go wrong, though – and a large house with open fire and outdoor spa, empty (except for a small grumpy cat) and all ours for the night, is a pretty good starting point.

Adonis and I arrived there a little before dark, after a trip around Auckland where we journeyed via his house (to feed the cats), the cheesecake shop (for dessert), and my house (to feed the cats). We divested ourselves of our Erotica purchases, fed the small grumpy cat at the large empty house (‘cat-sitting’ being the reason I had the house for the evening in the first place), and then headed out again. This time it was a quick trip up to the local shops for Thai.

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Expose of Erotica (Anniversary pt 2)

The Erotica Expo has been a yearly fixture in Auckland since about 2000, and I have been most every year – some years with a partner, some years with friends, some years with both. Last year was memorable in that Aphrodite and I went together, with Adonis joining us later. It was a brilliant afternoon and evening, as I took Aphrodite around on a chain-maille leash that Adonis had made (which felt a little strange, not being particularly dominant myself, but she loved it and that made me happy), and were joined after work by Adonis himself. And it was him seeing me glowing, sexually as high as a kite from spending half an hour in the long rectangular cage at the bondage stand (my first time in a cage, ever) that clicked our relationship from ‘friends’ to ‘more than friends’. And we never looked back.

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Etched with Love (Anniversary pt 1)

It’s been a year since Adonis and I moved from friendship to a more intense relationship, and it’s been a year of many delights. I love him second only to Apollo– when it comes hurting me and healing me (in consensual, wonderful ways), no one else comes close. I cannot compare my two men, but I can offer a metaphor of contrasts: Apollo is my rock – he stops me sinking when on quicksand; while Adonis is my anchor – he keeps me tethered when buffeted by storms.

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We sleeping wake, and waking sleep

I don’t often dream about sex. It may be that I get enough during my waking hours, or cover the possibilities during my fantasies. Either way, to dream of sexual dalliances, relations, meanderings and savourings is precious and memorable to me. Strangers all, my dream lovers – unforgettable and yet not a threat to those I love when my eyes are open. Sparkling brightly, my dream self comes together with them only once, before they move on to another setting, another dreaming desirer.

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Deluge of euphemisms

On the radio this afternoon I heard something rather strange. Something that I was sure I had, in fact, misheard. But my brother, also in the car with me, heard what I heard too – my ears weren’t blocked. I kinda wished they were though, once we realised what we were hearing.

An advertisement for Spermomax. Yes, Sperm-o-max. Have you ever heard such a silly name? Every time they said ‘Spermomax’ I heard ‘T’ermo Man’ (aka Thermoman, from the wonderful British comedy My Hero) . But really. Sperm. To the max.

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Reckless experimentation

A wee while back I asked if there were any questions that readers had for me. I’ve answered two questions (about jealousy) already, and it’s time for a new one.

This time, the question is from the lovely Dionysos:

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Cake and cunnilingus

I love my tail.

HitTail, that is.

Every evening I’ll log in and have a look at where people have arrived from. For not only does it give me numbers, it also gives me pages – and that’s fascinating! Following unfamiliar links back to their source introduces me to blogs that I was previously unacquainted with, up to that point; and looking at search terms gives me a voyeuristic look into the back-alleys of the internet.

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Trembling, redux

He unbuttons my trousers, pulls them and my knickers (purple, embroidered on the front – my new favourites) down. “Take them off.” I shuffle them free from my legs, then grab my knee-high stockings and remove them too, kicking them into a careless pile by the sink. I’m still wearing my bra, singlet, and sweater. We kiss, hungrily, and I want to devour him.

“Now get in the bath.” He reaches down and gets a firm grip in the pubic hair on my mons, pulling me upward. I lift to my toes with a groan of desire (I’m never shaving my pubes, not when it’s so hot when he does that). When he finally lets go, I turn and step over the rim into the tub. He grasps my waist and turns me so I am facing him, and then presses me back until my arse encounters the chill wall behind me.

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Woo-hoo!

In which Dee jumps around like a hyperactive nypho, and shares a photograph…

Things are going well in blog-land. When I checked today, Feedburner informed me that I now have 100 subscribers to my RSS feed! This makes me very, very happy indeed.

In addition, the last few weeks have seen me perpetually in the top 25 (and occasionally the top 10) of Adult Blog Hub. Thank you everyone who’s been clicking on the voting pic in the side-bar.

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