Cabin Fever - Illustrated Erotica

Yes, it's Sunday Erotica time again, and I have quite a treat for everyone who ever went to summer camp! This drippingly delicious story was sent to me by a very creative Speak Sexy reader. I think you'll agree it is certainly yummy enough to share...


The scene takes place out at camp. We start out standing in one of the empty cabins, but in this fantasy there is a bed still in the cabin (and it happens to be clean). We are looking around the cabin, searching for graffiti...for any sign of some memory that we can relate to. We find ourselves standing in the center of the cabin. Our eyes catch each other and we stand and stare at each other for a short time; seeing each other in a different light for the first time. We step closer. The emotion of our surroundings builds and we embrace. We stand there alone in that cabin in the middle of the memory of our childhood and we just hold each other. We know this is the last time we are going to be out there together. This is the last chance we have to create a last memory we can hold on to for the rest of our lives.

While holding you close to me my lips find your neck and I take the opportunity to kiss it...once...then twice...then a long kiss. I hold my lips against your neck and feel you squeeze me tighter as we stand there. The smell and sounds of camp are all around us...the smell of pine needles baking in the sun...the wood of the cabin...the odor of 50 years of childhood memories come and gone; the sound of the birds chirping in the trees...the gentle wind blowing through the cabin...and the strange silence we never thought we would be witness to in this place.

My hands begin to move up and down your body as I continue to kiss your neck. You moan lightly in pleasure and we begin to let ourselves fall into the moment...to let go of what we know we should do and give in to what we both want. The kisses to your neck move around to your chin and cheeks, up your face and around your forehead and back down to finally...finally...find your lips. For the first time I feel your lips against mine and I now know what it is like to be that guy...that fortunate guy who "has" you. You are slow to respond at first, but then accept my tongue into your mouth and now there we stand...in the middle of that old cabin...creating our last new memory at camp.

I begin to explore your body as we kiss. I slide my hands down your back and over your ass. I pull you closer to me and you can feel me getting hard...pressing against you now...just begging for your body. My hands move around to your hips and up your sides...they gently graze your breasts before moving back down your body. I turn you now and move you back towards the bed.


You fall to the bed and now sit in front of me as I stand and stare down at you. I lean over and kiss you again, stand back up and take off my shirt. I push you back onto the bed. You lie flat now, legs hanging off the side of the bed. I unbutton your shorts slowly; taking in every second of this experience...recording for future playback. I slide your shorts off you and toss them on the bed beside you. I look at you for a moment lying there...your eyes locked on mine. I kneel on the ground in front of you and run my hands up your exposed legs. I kiss your calf and up the inside of your leg...over your knee and up your thigh, then back down the inside of your other thigh, over your knee and down to your other calf. My hands again slide up your legs and take hold of your panties. Slowly, i pull them down and again toss them on the bed beside you. For a moment I pause...a dream...this all must be a dream...and if it is a dream, I hope I don't wake up for a long time. Right now, it's just you and me. Right now, we are the only two people on Earth. Right now, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

I spread your legs apart and begin kissing them again. Up your inner thigh, licking and kissing my way. I feel your body getting warmer. I can sense you getting wetter and wetter with each lick and kiss. Up your thighs slow and steady moving ever closer to you. My tongue lightly flicks your clit. I kiss it. I press my mouth against you and my tongue drops to your lips. I slide it up and separate your lips and taste you for the first time. Your are completely wet now, ready for me. I hear you moan again in pleasure as my tongue touches your for the first time. Your body tenses and then relaxes and again you accept me.


My tongue finds it's way inside you and the taste drives me wild. I want more. I want it all and my mouth begins moving faster. It moves in and out of you and all around your lips and clit faster and faster until you can't quite tell where exactly I am, but you can feel me everywhere. Your back arches. Your legs spread further apart. Your hands try to find something to grasp and end up on my head, pulling me closer to you...wanting me deeper inside you. Your legs now wrap around my back pulling me in closer and closer. Somehow, I am still able to breathe. My hands move up and down your thighs. I can feel them against my ears. I squeeze them tight. I want to be completely consumed by you. My hands make their way up your body and find their way under your shirt and up to your breasts. I squeeze them...hold them, then slide back down your stomach, around to your sides and stay there as my tongue continue to work your clit and lips, moving them back and forth, side to side as I continue to take in all that your body will give me. I feel your hand move from my head to my shoulders. You try to pull me up. I take one last lick and begin moving up your body. I push your shirt up...you help me by removing it. My hands move around to your back, unhook your bra and we toss it to the side.

I make my way up your body still, stopping to take in your breasts, kissing each one of them...licking your nipples, then move up your chest, back to your neck, over your chin and back to your lips. You can taste your self on me and feel my hard cock pressed against you through my shorts. Your feet try to push them down off of me. I stand up, step back and remove them. We are ready...ready to go someplace I never though we would go. I lean down again, and climb on top of you. We stare at each other for a moment. A smile crosses your face and you whisper to me, "I want you inside me."

My cock seems to find its way to you with ease and I slowly press the head inside you as we look into each other's eyes. I hold there for a minute. You push my body up and slide your hand to to feel it enter you. I push it in a little more...then all the way in. your head drops back on to the bed. Your eyes find a spot on the roof of the old cabin, then close. your whole body sense me inside you now. You tense up, the relax again. And for the third time now, you accept me inside you. I pull it out slowly, almost all the way, then thrust it back inside you. Your legs spread again to allow me deeper in you. You can feel my filling you. I pull it again, but don't hesitate to thrust back inside you. I begin to pump in and out of you at a fairly decent pace...trying not to get over excited...trying to make the moment last forever, but letting you know how much I have wanted this for a very long time. Our eyes both closed now, the squeaking of the bed drowning out the birds and sounds of the forest around us. The sweat and passion of the moment overpowering the smell of camp that has been so familiar to us for so many years. Our bodies slide over each other now, sweat building. i lean back down on top of you, your hand slides up from between your legs and find it's way to my back. You pull me closer and we kiss again as I move back and forth on top of you. I turn your body as I thrust and we end up long ways on the bed, your feet now pressed against the metal bar at the foot of the bed, stopping your self from sliding on the mattress.

I feel the orgasm building within me, but don't want it to happen yet. This moment is far to important to come so quickly. My desire to make you cum is much stronger than my desire to cum myself. I slow my pace. The sound of our breathing can now be heard as the squeaking of the bed subsides. I kiss you again and as I slow to a near stop, first your lips, then back down over your chin, to your chest and now sweat covered breasts. I take them in my mouth and lightly suck on each nipple. I move on to your stomach, kissing your sides deeply, tasting my own seat on your body, then move down to your thigh, first the outside, then in towards your inner thigh. i turn my body and stand next to the bed. I feel your hand on me, reach for my cock. i turn more as I begin kissing your clit again. your hand find my cock and stokes it as i kiss and lick you. you grab my inner thigh and pull it closer to you. I climb back on the bed, and throw my leg over you.

I feel your tongue lick the head of my cock. The though of you sucking your wetness from my cock turns me on even more and I dive into you with my mouth, my hands racing up and down your legs and I taste you again and again and again. Thee bed begins to squeak again as you take me deeper and deeper in your mouth. Your mouth feels so good wrapped around me. I want us to cum together. I want us to cum like this. With one hand you pull me closer to you by pressing down on my lower back. The other hand ha a firm grip on my cock as you slide it in and out of your mouth, lick the head of is and work your tongue up and down the length of it.


Again, I feel the orgasm building inside me and now I can sense it building inside you. Your body begins to move faster beneath me, begging me to lick faster and press against your harder. My hips move faster now to, hovering over you. Your hand wrapped around the base of my cock is the only thing preventing me from going deep down into your throat. I lick faster and press harder. I want to feel your clit and lips pulse against my tongue. I want to feel my come shoot deep into your throat. Your hips press up against me. I feel you are about to cum. I can feel you moan too...your voice causing slight vibrations around my cock. The thought of you about to cum makes me even more excited. I can hardly hold back my orgasm, but continue licking and sucking on you. I plunger two fingers inside and feel you moan again. You take my cock out of your mouth and my finger go deep inside you, my tongue pressed hard against your clit moving as fast as it can now. You scream out then quickly take my cock back inside your mouth.

You stroke the base of it as your suck. you move your hands faster and faster as you taste my pre-cum ooze out of my cock. WE both breathe heavy and moan until I feel your hips rise one last time as you hold on to the orgasm as hard as you can, then all at once your body collapses back to the bed. I slide my fingers out and press my mouth against you as I feel the orgasm move through your back...your lips pulsate. your entire pussy seems to flex and relax...and flex and relax as my tongue presses against it. I kiss your inner thighs again, down to your knees and back up. I climb off you and let the air hit your now sweat covered body. your eyes are still closed, taking in the moment as it happens. I look down at your naked, sweaty body as you breathe heavy and I want more. I try to go down on you again, but you stop me, stand me up as you sit up on the bed, and take my cock into your hands.

You look up at me as you begin stroking my cock again, then with eyes locked on mine, you take it into you mouth. The feeling is too much for me and I close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again, your head is face dawn. i can see your beautiful hair moving back and forth as you take me deep into your mouth. I place my hand on the back of your head and watch you as you work. The orgasm begins to build again. i can feel my body preparing itself to shoot cum into your mouth and down the back of your throat. You move faster now, your hand twisting back and forth on my cock while you move it in and out of your mouth. You take it out of your mouth, look up and my, and lick it from the base to the head, then slide it back into your mouth. My eyes close. I hold back the orgasm as long as I can, trying to make this last a second longer, but then let it go and feel my lower back tense as I cum into your mouth. I feel myself cuming hard shooting once, then twice, then a third and fourth time...like I had never cum before. My body goes limp and I can barely stand on my feet. I look down at you again...you continue to suck as I start to go limp. You take one last lick and let it fall in front of you.

I push you back on the bed and lie down next to you. The smell and sounds of camp return as I hold you in my arms and we drift of to sleep for our last rest hour as camp...perhaps my best, and most memorable rest hour ever.


P.S. - Although Mr. Writer would like to keep his anonymity, he has given me permission to forward any private responses you may have via email to him. Also, he would be more than happy to write a story just for you for free! All he needs is a general scenario, and the rest will be up to his wickedly detailed imagination. Any takers? Send an email to SpeakSexy@aol.com and I'll make sure he gets it.

Let's all give him a BIG THANK YOU for this week's Sunday Erotica!!!

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Fingered and Nailed

It was his hands that made me do it. I didn’t mean to do it, and it certainly wasn’t my intention when I walked in. But now, as I look at myself for the first time since it happened, I feel confused, and a little disoriented.

The marks are there, in the mirror, all over in fact. I can see the impression of his thumb on my hip, the glowing imprint of his fingers on my cheek. I touch them gingerly, tracing the contours of his passions…Passions so intense they overflowed into my soul and onto my skin. I feel branded…and the heat spreads to my thighs again.

Our first touch was ordinary at best. Maybe even boring. We shook hands and sat down on opposite sides of an imposing wooden table. It had a shiny glass top that seemed to reflect everything.

It wasn’t until he began to talk that I noticed them. They were strong, masculine hands with long fingers that ended in perfectly squared tips. They looked capable, strong, and controlling. He used them a lot when he spoke, punctuating his sentences with open palms and curved fingers. His nails were clipped short, right down to the pink. It made me wonder if he used to be a biter. It made me wonder if he was still a biter. I began to hope he was…

The edges weren’t ragged though…just short and smooth. Even his cuticles looked manicured, clean, soft. Yet still, I didn't see any femininity there. Maybe it was the way he used them. The way he pressed the tips gently together as he thought, or how he deftly interlaced them as I tried to answer his questions. Every move they made seemed to capture my attention a little bit more...

I knew I should be listening. The meeting was important, his words were important. But all I could hear was a seamless stream of sounds. Like a ringing in my ears…Like when his hands were around my neck, pinning me underneath him...or around my wrists, forcing me to give in... No meaning, no implications...

My gaze became transfixed. I stared at his very long, very straight fingers. I told myself not to stare. Staring was rude...But what would fingers like those feel like sliding over my breasts, circling my nipples into taught sensitive peaks? Would he pinch them hard between the soft pads of his fingertips? Graze them with the back of his nails? Would my skin pucker and shiver, only to be soothed smooth by the warmth of his palms? I blushed deeply. Had he noticed?

He flipped his pen around quickly, skillfully from one hard knuckle to the next. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t falter. His confidence almost dripped into arrogance…almost. And still the sound of his voice continued to fill the empty space between us. “Consequences,” “Arbitration,” “Dissolution“…Faster it spun. Spankings, ropes, peaks and denials. My breathing becoming shallow. I re-crossed my legs. Shifted in my chair. His fingers rose and fell in a serpentine-like motion, flicking across my stomach on their way past my belly button…and then further still. I bit my lip in anticipation…

But his fingers suddenly stopped. Without warning, his pen was on the table. I frowned, my inward disappointment filtering to the surface. “Mmmhmmm” I replied mindlessly, hoping it was at an appropriate time for a polite acknowledgment, hoping it didn‘t sound too much like a moan. He continued to speak…and I was relieved.

But now his fingers are brushing back and forth against the edge of the table, tapping once, pausing, tapping, pausing, stroking. My clit begins to throb. Is he teasing me on purpose? I could feel my dampness pooling between my lips, slick and warm. His fingertips would never be enough. I needed it all, I wanted it deep, rough…

I think I stopped breathing when he focused his ministrations on the spilled drop of water in front of him. Slowly, and with great care, he began to circle it. My eyes clouded, heavy with desire. Around and around he swirled, moving closer, pulling away, moving closer still. I was on fire…flushing, clenching, burning. Clockwise and counter-clockwise, faster and slower…What the hell was wrong with me? Please just touch it. Wipe it away! Leave it alone! I begged him to stop. I begged him to continue. Silently. I begged for his hands…

And then everything plunged into absolute silence. It was the moment I’d been dreading. He lifted his fingertip above the drop. It hovered there, waiting, anticipating. It was my turn. I didn’t have a choice. When I finally met his eyes…he knew my secret…

I looked up, and he shattered my world with the dip of his finger.

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A Hint of Things to Come...

This is just a quick note to let you know, my dearest reader, that I have a couple treats in store for you in the form of Sexy-licious, ultra-cool, technologically-advanced sex toy reviews coming your way!

I've teamed up with fellow blogger and friend Kristofer of DragonSteelMods, along with the amazingly generous people over at OhMiBod, to be able to tell you all about my first hand (and maybe second hand...and if I'm really lucky third hand!) encounter with the sleek and stylish iBod Vibrator. Maybe you've heard of it before? The only vibe of its kind that plugs into your iPod and grooves to the beats you choose?

Not only that, but because the founder of OhMiBod went above and beyond my expectations (the cool woman that she is!) I'll also be able to tell you about my flirtatious encounter with the newest member of the iBod family, the ingenious BodiPhone! This little gizmo is sure to take phone sex to a whole new level!

I don't know about you, but I'm excited! As always, I'll be sure to give you all the juicy, vibe-by-vibe details of how these two toys rocked (or didn't rock) my world.

Little Indulgences in a Busy World

Like many of you, it's not often that I get to truly indulge in hours of uninterrupted sex play, or hours of relax-time for that matter. I've found that if I'm going to have any "unnecessary" (though well deserved!) treats, I have to squeeze them in during other, more mundane daily tasks. Add to these stolen moments a bit of "uncalled for" sensuality, and I might just get myself worked up enough during the day to want a little lusty relief come bedtime.

To this end my little indulgences act as mini-auto-erotic-foreplay-techniques. My husband isn't involved and my fantasies do a lot of the work, but ultimately he gets to enjoy an surprisingly turned-on wife in the evening.

One of the easiest (and my favorite) way to bring a little sexy into my life is during my shower. No, it's not what you're thinking - the "massaging" shower head is not involved - OK, maybe sometimes it's involved - Of course it's better when it's involved - But I digress! (Ahem)

I'm talking about the soap! I know most people don't really care what soap they use, and usually grab the cheapest one in the supermarket by default as they scramble around to find the eggs...But not me. I take my time with soap. I go to specialty stores that make creamy, lathery, delicious blends of the yummiest scents. In particular I choose ones that smell like men, heady, musky, dark...

That way when I'm in the shower at 6 AM, still half-asleep in my dream-like world, not yet stressed with thoughts of the upcoming day or my responsibilities...I wrap myself up in steaming hot water. I close my eyes and pay attention to the way it feels cascading over my shoulders, down my breasts, between my thighs...And then - only then - do I reach for the soap. It's like the chocolate fudge on a sinful bowl of ice cream. It's what makes it all worth while.

As soon as the soap mixes with the water, and the lather begins to build, slippery and warm between my fingers, I am rewarded with a burst of masculine scent that captivates my sleepy mind and steers it in one wicked direction after another. Rubbing the rich soap into my skin, over my most sensitive parts, is like wrapping myself up in a man's arms, his kisses...It's easy to imagine a lover's silky tongue instead of my own fingers, burying my face against his neck and inhaling deeply of his cologne...Taking the scent into my body as he consumes me inside and out...

But then, in moments that seem too fleeting, the soap begins to wash away. My little indulgence slips as the milky suds slide down the drain. Sometimes I'm breathless with desire, forlorn to see my secret sensuality spinning around my feet and disappearing into the abyss...And on those mornings, when the night seems like an eternity away, when I'm aching to be played with, needing to overwhelmed...

I sadly reach out to turn off the massaging fingers of my lover, glance up at the source of his caresses...and pause. Knowingly I smile, and unhinge the shower-head...

Some showers are better than others.

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Does Candlelight and Romantic Music Really Work?

Traditionally when a man wants to get a women into bed, he “romances” her.

He uses scented candles, delicious food, good wine, and saxophone-y background music. He tries to woo her into a state of harmonic bliss wherein his true intentions may go unnoticed…

He waits patiently, knowing there will be a moment when she is so intoxicated with the pleasantness of her experience, with the sensuality of her surroundings, that his own kisses will surreptitiously blend in to\ the other delicacies assailing her. He thinks himself clever. She enjoys drawing out the inevitable. And then, after much idle chatter, perhaps an innuendo or two for good measure, the game becomes too intense for either player to control alone…

So, finally, he wins. She reclines into the plethora of pillows, rose petals, and silk scarves he’s so carefully positioned around her. She is transformed into the temptress of his dreams…lifting her skirt, biting her lip, opening herself up for his pleasure…

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The Big Question: Why does it work? Why are cheap romance novels filled with this “crap“? What’s the secret behind candlelight and cheesy music?!!!

The Big Answer: It Gets Her Out of Her “Daily Routine” and Into Her “Fantasy“!

Women Need to be Mentally Turned On First

By far, women are more mental when it comes to sex. (Of course men think about sex a lot, but not in the same way as women do.) For most women to become sexually excited they literally *need* to mentally fantasize before and during the sexual experience. Without this running story, or bits of stories, most women won’t feel that tingly, passionate, “turned-on” feeling. In fact, women can physically become excited (wet, dilated pupils, increased circulation, etc.) and even achieve orgasm without ever feeling “turned on.” The duality between mental sexual excitement and physical sexual excitement doesn’t appear to be mirrored in men. Although some men have reported feeling this type of disconnect, it is a rarity, whereas for most women, it is the norm.

This disconnect is one reason why women have gained a reputation for being sexually fickle, confusing, and not liking sex as much as men. It’s certainly not that women don’t enjoy sex - but they have to be completely into the experience first - which can be very difficult to achieve. Everything from daily stressors to interfering thoughts have the potential to “turn her off.” One of the most common complaints women have is that during sex a very non-sexy thought will uncontrollably pop into her head, such as the laundry, which causes her excitement to plummet. Unfortunately, nothing can really be done about these random thoughts, but creating an “out of the ordinary” environment does help to refocus her attention on more “pressing” matters…

That’s why “romance” works. Anything that gets her imagination running in a sensual direction will be good for her/your sex life. A surprise dinner, a new dress, a “mystery” evening, a massage, will all help her to stop thinking about her next assignment at work and to start thinking about how wonderful the edges of your teeth feel as they graze along her thighs!

“Romance” is Not the Same for All Women!

It’s important to remember that different women will enjoy different “attention getters.” For example, the traditional candles may work for some women, but not for others. Ways to get her attention range from soothing caresses to rough hair-pulling. (Yes, there are many women who *enjoy* this type of foreplay but please don’t try it on just anyone! You have to know she’ll like this first!) The key here is to know your partner, know her fantasies, and know what will shift her frame of mind.

Now Turn On Her Body

Which leads us to the next step. Now that you have her mental attention, you have to focus her mind on her body and its sensations. There are so many different ways to do this that piles and piles of books have been written to guide you in this endeavor.

What you want to do is make her experience her senses - the smell of incense, the taste of strawberries, the sound of a whip - anything. Needless to say this step can be very creative (blocking certain senses to magnify others is also a great game, think blindfolds, headphones, etc.).

Once she is fully in her body, fully out of her mundane thinking and submersed in the world you have created for her, her attention will most likely shift to you all by itself. Every time you breath, she’ll notice how warm your breath is against her cheek. Every time you whisper, it’ll be as though you’ve surrounded her, engulfed her. She’ll want to be consumed by you…Desperately Consumed…

At this point she’ll be completely attuned to you (as hopefully you are to her), and sex will no longer be a series of thrusts and grunts, but an actual exchange. Sexuality taken to this intense level is what most women think of when they dream and fantasize about sex. If anything, rather than being less sexual than men, women want it so much that they are less willing to accept the “boring ho-hum” variety and are more likely to say “no” to sex more often because of it. In fact, when women are completely turned on, they often don’t want to stop the sexual encounter, but would prefer to keep it up for hours on end, having orgasm after orgasm. Turn her on the right way, and she is likely to wear you out with the ferocity of her sexual appetite.

Things to Remember:

1) “Romance” is getting her attention away from her “every day” thoughts. Romantic techniques that work are different for every woman.

2) Capture her imagination, then remind her how wonderfully sensuous she is!

3) Once you’ve turned her on both mentally and physically make sure you’ve set aside enough time to enjoy the power, intensity, and stamina of her sexuality.

4) Be creative, and ENJOY HER.

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