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Cross-posted at The Lady Garden. Yay!

Holy vulva, did I adore this movie.

I find something profoundly thrilling in seeing a group of people take that which is commonly perceived as private (or dirty, or wrong, or shameful, or simply not for public consumption) and delightedly show them as natural (or normal, or erotic, or amazing, or marvellous) instead.

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Roped

My fingers tremble ever-so-slightly as you wrap the rope around my wrist. Feeling the cotton slip across my flesh, I watch your smile. It tightens as you move with inexorable deliberateness, wrapping and weaving.

Will you immobilise me? Make art of me? Merely play and tease? I watch your face as you watch your work, and wonder.

 

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e[lust] #26

Photo courtesy of Sapio Slut

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Tunnel of nakedness!

Sometimes I just have to take my clothes off. Well, I want to take my clothes off. And be photographed. And be exhibitionistic to boot.  So after getting naked in a porn shop recently, Hylas and I thought it might be fun to do the same thing outdoors.

And where better than very near a whole lot of motorists – who have no idea what’s going on underneath the road?

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Topspace

I’m delighted to introduce another guest post by m’Lady, Tethys.

i’ve read and heard a lot about ‘subspace’ in the context of kink1, but not so much about what i call – and might be generally called, for all i know – ‘topspace’2.

When i’m in topspace, i feel like i’m a rutting beast glowing with power. Whereas i normally prioritise a sexual partner’s needs and desire over my own, in topspace this gets inverted: i care less about what my partner wants than what i want. i’m not in the mood for a slow mutual exploration of desires; what i want, i want now. i want to use my partner as a sexual object to give me pleasure. i want to take what i want and need and don’t really care either way whether my partner is getting pleasure from me doing so. i don’t feel it’s exaggerating to describe it as a type of high. i’m still completely responsive to safewording, but it’s more like a “magic word” which dissipates the topspace, rather than being something i process and respond to in the usual way i respond to language.

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On this bed

On this bed we will come together.  Touching as so many others have touched. Taking pleasure from languid kisses and slow teasing licking tongues.

These hotel sheets have felt so many others’ orgasmic pleasure. Soon I will add my own, gasping at the ceiling, hands clenching your shoulders as you mouth me to ecstasy.

Soon I will curl myself around you, legs tangling together while my fingers tantalise your heavy scrotum and awakened cock.

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“Love makes you do the wacky.”

I’m feeling great – Apollo and I were civilly unioned five years ago today!

Rather than a big stressful ceremony, we instead had a little one on the front porch of our house. Our guests were four surprised people who had thought they were coming to lunch (my brother, Apollo’s sister, Dionysos and another good friend) along with the celebrant.

Apollo and I quoted Buffy, exchanged rings, signed bits of paper. We blew bubbles, took photos, ate lunch (so that wasn’t a lie – we just omitted the reason for it), and then ran away to the Bay of Islands for an eight day honeymoon.

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Staked Out II

You asked for more pictures showing my staked out experience, and I am happy to oblige. But you have to read about it as well:

By the time Hylas had finished pinning me down with rope and tent pegs, I wasn’t going anywhere. Not that I wanted to! With immobilised arms and legs, a mouth full of ball-gag (and drool), and a blindfold keeping the sun out of my eyes, I was very happy indeed. Not to mentioned rather spaced out.

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Masturbation on a Saturday afternoon

Originally posted March 2006. And yes, we still do this together!

Ours is a skin-friendly house (and fur-friendly too, but in the feline sense rather than the kink. Not that we’ve had furries in the house – I suspect they’d be welcome too). A good half of the time that we’re home, Apollo and I will be either half-undressed or completely naked, wandering around quite casually.

We’re lucky in that out the front we have high fences, and out the back – while we have no curtains in the lounge and kitchen – the neighbours are down a hill, so we have an amazing view out to the hills to look at instead. While the occasional person may have a perv (and more power to them), we’re not regularly flashing the neighbours – although the thought does turn me on more than a little!

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Staked Out

He’d teased me with the idea for months. How he would stake me out in the bush where potentially anyone could walk past. My entire world reduced to skin and grass and trees and sky, rope and tent pegs and wicked toys.

How I would be roped in place, unable to move at all while he tormented me and eventually – maybe – brought me to orgasm.

He had a tendency to remind me of this idea whenever we were out at lunch. My  knickers would get wet and my thighs would clench as he whispered in my ear what he would do to me. How I wouldn’t shout because of the gag in my mouth. How the blindfold would not only stop me getting sun-strike, but would prevent me knowing if he was working on me alone or if he had some assistance.

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