I Seize You

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I seize you

and the moment
pulling you close
My eyes have turned
from sparkling blue
to dark with desire
My mouth wanting
finds yours responsive
our kiss almost hostile
Pushed against the wall
my knee pressing firmly
between your legs
we tear at each other
ripping away the layers
that keep our skin
from the heat of passion
Rough hands grab flesh
Soft hands pull hair
We fall wildly to the floor
By demanding will
Iam pulled into you
unrelenting in your need
rigid in my response
almost ruthless in
our intolerable lust


Breathing labored with sweat
we grind away at time
each matching thrust
brings me closer to boil
You scream at the heavens
your love squeezing me tight
With rapture I unleash
the heat of my intensity
we now lay sated
entwined in adoration
we muse with fondness
at our sharing of love

by: Joseph - aka Diginatii

Thanks so much for that steamy poem Joseph! I found this very friendly and delightful Kansas poet over on StumbleUpon and thought you lovely readers might appreciate taking a look at his work as much as I do. He says he started writing just a couple years ago as a way to vent life's frustrations. If only we were all so articulate...

What I Saw - Voyeur Erotica

Mr. Writer has been at it again...This time dreaming up a steamy voyeuristic fantasy for your reading pleasure. I'm very pleased to bring to you Naughty Ones another installment of Sunday Erotica. So sit back, unzip those cumbersome pants, and indulge your carnal side a little. But remember, this is a fantasy...a very illegal one at that...So please Kids, Don't Try This At Home!


I had passed by her house probably a hundred times during my evening walks. I had seen her out walking her dogs and playing with her kids. I had even spoken to her briefly while she washed her car. From what I gathered through my brief observations, she was a single mom. She worked a 9-5 job and probably made decent money. And, to me, she always seemed a bit on the conservative side.

My evening walks on the golf course were my sacred time of solitude; time to reflect on the events of the day or week, or just think through whatever was going on in my life. For the most part, I was unaware of what was going on around me. But that night, walking along the gold cart path behind the houses in my neighborhood, I saw her. Well, it wasn't all of her, but I caught a glimpse of two legs jutting out from a couch lit by the glow of late night television. They were gorgeous legs in that dim light. The light flickered and created shadows showing the tone of her thighs and calves. I tried to continue my walk, but all I could think about were those legs. Wow, those legs...were they as soft as they looked? Were they freshly shaved? Were they clothed? The thought of those legs consumed me until I found myself turning around to get another look. But, by the time I got back, the legs were gone. So I kept looking. I found them in the kitchen now. The night light from the stove made it hard to see, but I could tell that they were indeed not clothed, and only covered by a t-shirt. It must have been an old one, perhaps belonging to an ex-boyfriend or husband, or perhaps it was just a shirt that she acquired along the way. Whatever the case, it was a faded white and just barely covered her ass. And, as she lifted to her tip toes to get a Glad from the cupboard, I could see that the t-shirt was the only thing covering her.


She took a drink of water from the glass, set it in the sink and made her way to her bedroom. I was standing close to her house now, no longer on the golf course, but standing on her freshly mowed lawn, looking around to be sure that I was still the only one out there. My heart started pounding. This was way out of character for me. But I had to see those legs again. I found myself standing at her bedroom window when she walked in. There was one light on as she walked into her closet, took the shirt off, and dropped it to the floor. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her naked body was beautiful. Her breasts, like tear drops hung from her chest, her ass still tight, her legs tanned. There were faint tan lines from what looked to be a conservative bathing suit; one that covered her completely in all the right places. But it was gone now, and it was just her, standing in her bathroom, brushing her teeth naked.

Was I really seeing this? My heart continued to pound. I wondered if I would be caught. What would happen if I was? I didn't care. I had to watch. I had to see more. I was right at her window now, nose almost pressed against the screen covering.

She finished brushing her teeth, checked herself in the mirror and turned the bathroom light off. I dropped to my knees, just below the window sill. Then, another light came on. I peeked through the bottom of the window. It was the light on her night stand. She lay in bed now, on top of the covers, picked up a magazine and began flipping through it. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was so gorgeous in that light. I had never thought of her sexually before, but now she was all I wanted.

She reached the end of the magazine rather quickly and set it on her night stand. One leg was bent, her knee in the air, her thighs smooth. Her breasts hung perfectly on her body and she sat sort of propped up against her pillow. I thought it was over. I thought the light would go off in a minute and she would drift off to sleep. But she didn't. Her hand raised to her neck, then made a path down her body, fingers just barely touching her skin as they passed over her pressed, across her stomach and down towards freshly shaved pussy, then back up to her neck. She repeated this movement several times before her fingers finally found her clit. Slowly she rubbed it. I rubbed with her. My cock was completely hard now. And as she continued I was sure she couldn't see me. I stood back up at her window, and took another look around. I was still alone. The moon was low in the sky and cast little light on the golf course. Some night it was almost bright as day. But this night was dark. This night was ours to share. Her had went round and round on her clit. Her head fell back on her pillow, her eyes still open, stared blankly at the ceiling. Her hips began to rise and fall as she moved faster and faster, then two finger dropped into her and she just held them there for a moment. The came out, glistening with her wetness. She reached across her bed to her night stand, opened the top drawer and pulled out a vibrator. My heart beat faster. Blood surged to my cock. How could this be happening? How did I never think to do this before?


She twisted the vibrator to the on position and ran it down her body following the same path that her fingers had just taken. She held it on her clit for a moment. Why couldn't that be my cock? Why couldn't I be inside her? I found myself pressing my cock against the wall of her house. The vibrator then disappeared inside her as she let out a fairly audible moan. I could hear her! It just got even better. She began pumping the vibrator in and out of her. She was so smooth with her motion, so rhythmic like there was a son in her had that she was moving too. Again her hips rose and fell. Her eyes closed now as she brought herself toward orgasm. Her head began to move from side to side on her pillow. I dropped back to my knees afraid to be caught. Did she see me? My head dropped below the window sill. I closed my eyes hoping to hear her cum. I waited.

When I finally found the courage to look again, I saw that she had changed position. She was now sitting on the bed, facing me, legs spread apart, fingers working her clit and she was looking right at the window. i dropped down again. What was she doing? She must not be able to see me. I lifted again, she was still there, still rubbing her clit. I could see how wet she was. I could see every detail of her body as she sat there, performing for me. I stood again. i didn't care if she saw me. I stood right in front of her window, perhaps 4 feet away from her. She stared at the window, an almost sinister look on her face as she moved her hand up and down. i could hear her heavy breathing, her occasion moaning. I could see her hard nipples, her smooth shoulder, the color of her eyes as she seemed to look right back at me. I rubbed my cock vigorously through my shorts. A smile came across her face. She reached back and grabbed her vibrator and inserted into her dripping wet pussy. Again she moaned, louder this time, then began pumping as before. Her other hand past up her body, across her cheek and disappeared into her hair. I was literally pressed against her house, practically making love to her wall.

Her movements became more erratic. I could tell she was about to cum. Faster and faster she moved her vibrator in and out of her self, making sure to press it against her clit and she pulled it out and pushed it back in. Her eyes closed as if she couldn't have kept them open if she wanted to. Her body shuddered. All at once she pushed the toy deep into her pussy and help it there. Her breathing stopped, eyes still clamped shut, mouth open...everything stopped.

It seemed like an eternity she held that pose, then she collapsed back on to the bed. Her vibrator now lay next to her body, her hands rubbed her thighs. I wanted to jump though the window and make her cum again, properly this time. But still I watched. I watched as she sat back up, weary now, picked up her vibrator and and put it back into her night stand, slipped her still naked body under a thin sheet and turned off the light.


I don't know if she saw me. I can only assume that she did, but that's not really something you can just go and ask to someone who is practically a stranger. But, I check her window every night now. And when I see her out walking her dog, or playing with her kids, or in the yard and we make eye contact, I swear we both know. And, I swear she enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

Mmmmm, feel better? If you would like to send comments, story suggestions, or general thank yous to Mr. Writer, email him at SpeakSexyStories@gmail.com He loves to hear from his readers, and will be more than happy to accommodate your every request...

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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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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Zumanity Stripping Game

As a member of the Cirque du Soleil fan club (they are my favorite performers on the planet!) I get updates emailed to me about new shows or website stuff, etc. One show in particular is called Zumanity - The Sensual Side of Cirque du Soleil and explores human eroticism and sexuality. Unfortunately this is not one of their traveling shows and is only performed in Las Vegas, so I haven't had the opportunity to see it, though trust me I will!

Anyways, I got this little gem in my email today. It's a stripping game to promote the show. You have to follow this yellow ball around a letter, such as Z or U which eventually spells ZUMANITY, while the woman on screen, an amazing hoop girl who is, of course, incredibly athletic and sexy, wiggles around and strips piece by piece. For every successful round she takes an item of clothing off. Yes, the game gets harder as it progresses...

If you have some time to kill this is not a bad way to do it, and it's much better quality than most online trinket games of its kind. (Please choose the option to SKIP the intro because it's one of the most dorky things I've ever seen) As of now I haven't made it past "U," but if you happen to beat the game, let us know...Does she actually get completely naked or is it just a trap?

Also their website has a section where you can preview the show itself. If you like fantasy/artsy/amazingly creative pieces that seem almost impossible, you'll enjoy it, I promise!



(I tried to find a better quality video, but couldn't. It's the same girls as in the game...)

Here's where you can buy the music if you like it.

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Sunday Erotica

Since I mentioned BAD internet erotica in my last post, I'm very happy to say I can now bring to you a site that has very GOOD free erotica. What's that old saying? "Ask and you shall receive?" The site is called We Connect, and I think it's pretty new. I talked to the writers who are very very nice people, and wanted to share this little discovery. So, here's my Sunday Treat to You! And if you like the story below, be sure to check out We Connect and give them the support I think they deserve.

Ravished

This has been a very bad week for feminists. At least in my household.


This has never happened to me. Nev. Er.


I woke up tied to the headboard, being ravished (well, practically) by a pirate. I kid you not, World Wide Web.


Have I mentioned that I’m a heavy sleeper? Very.


But it wasn’t much past one in the morning when I was startled awake by the feeling of my legs being parted. I stretched, thinking, honestly, “I’m not really in the mood.” Usually Doc gets to me slowly, warms me up with touch. Now, he was just parting my thighs and moving in between them.


Then two things occurred to me at once. The first was, “I can’t move my arms.” The second was, “Why is my husband wearing a mask?” I mean, seriously. A damned black silk honest-to-Zorro bandanna mask. Some peoples’ kids.


“Feeling creative?” I asked languidly.


He didn’t speak at all, but he was a little more insistent than usual. My legs were quickly draped over his shoulders, forcing my ass off the bed, and he was probing with his cock between my thighs. I was a little dry. He grabbed my hair: he knows how much that turns me on, and after two or three minutes of hungry kissing, where I couldn’t move my hands or my head, pinned as I was to the bed, my thighs absurdly at right angles to the mattress, I was more than ready. And so was he.


I have to say, he didn’t last as long as I wanted him to. Not that time. But I was incredibly turned on. Before long my legs were wrapped around his ass, pulling him tighter into me. When I felt him speeding up and knew his orgasm was getting closer, I decided to play along. “You fucking bastard,” I hissed at him. “You fucking bastard!” That did it. He was coming, and hard.


When he was spent and lying on top of me, I grinned up at him. “Nice,” I drawled. “Very, very nice. You gonna untie me now?”


“I’m thinking about it,” he said. I love the feeling of helplessness when his body is on top of mine. I couldn’t move at all.


Definitely.


A bad week for feminism.

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Thanks for that delicious quickie We Connect!

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Why Pay for Erotica When You Can Get it for Free?

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If you've ever gone searching around the internet for free erotica, you already know that there are a lot of websites to sift through! Unfortunately most of it is junk. I've tried to read countless stories, but have rarely made it past the first few lines. Rather than being exciting, most of them are down right boring.

So, I've come to a conclusion; it's better to spend a little money and buy quality erotica than to waste my valuable time searching through the plethora of trashy stories out there with middle-school-like plots and elementary-level writing techniques. I'm a grown-up for goodness sakes, and I want to read grown-up stories!!

I don't want to roll my eyes in frustration. Like when I come across these "sexy" lines - "Oh Baby, you're so hot I'm going to fuck you all night" or "He banged into her again and again." Wow, very creative there people...I think I'll go clean the oven now.

To this end, I've come up with a few reasons why I still BUY erotica:

1. Editing - The more I can concentrate on the images in my mind, the better. Misspelled words and horrible grammar take too much away from the experience of reading. Instead of getting hot and bothered, I start editing the stupid thing myself. "Those are nice breasts...Not those is nice breasts!!" Ugh!
2. Plot - This is one that could go either way. While I assume stories that have been approved for publication have made it through some sort of screening process, there are still a lot of shallow stories that make it through. However, I'll continue believing that if what I am reading did make it through, imagine what those that didn't were like!
3. Properly Categorized - This goes back to the 'not wanting to waste my time' theme. When I'm in the mood to turn myself on, I usually have a rough idea of what I would enjoy at that moment, and I want to find it fast. Most of the free erotica is user submitted, which means the author gets to put the story in whatever category they want. In order to get the most exposure, they submit it to many categories instead of the one that really applies. Just because the story has a woman in it does not mean it should fall under "Lesbians!"

That's it, my little rant for the day. If you do happen to know of a really good free erotica site, feel free to leave me a link in the Comments section, because I (as I'm sure all of my readers) would appreciate checking it out.

In the mean time, here are a couple pay websites that offer erotic ebooks that I actually enjoy. I still have to do some sifting, but in general most of the stories are good reads. (I especially like the "paranormal" sections that include vampires, werewolves, ghosts, etc...) Enjoy!

Tit-Elation - "Leads to Masturbation"
New Concepts Publishing
Ellora's Cave

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In His Clothes

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Teddies, Thongs, Garters; I own them all. The purpose of these silky treasures is, of course, to entice my husband. When I want his eyes to light up, I combine thong and skirt. When I want his heart to race, I use the garters. And when I want his jaw to practically fall off, I create a complete ensemble including thong, garters, stockings, and teddie...But this is all to make him want me...

When I'm feeling naughty and want to turn myself on, I use another technique. I do something that makes me feel sensual, sultry, down right edible...I wear my husband's shirts.

For me, nothing compares to the wickedly delicious sensation of surrounding my freshly showered skin in his unmistakably masculine scent. I love the way his cologne clings to the collars, and how small I seem in comparison. I'll press my face into the material, breath deeply, and imagine its his fingertips caressing my nipples as the shirt moves. Sometimes I slip into a thong, other times I prefer to remain naked underneath, not wanting anything to come between us.

His shirt keeps him with me when he's at work, comforts and protects me, makes me think of him with every step I take. I may cook dinner, or watch tv, but his shirt is a constant source of distraction. I can't help my wayward thoughts as they drift from one memory to the next. I think of the way he fucked me in it last time, or that it's missing a button from the time before that. As I run my hands down the front, pressing the cotton to my breasts, down my stomach, I find my fingers drift easily between my thighs...And I am wet.

Sometimes I can't help it, and begin to tease myself, relaxing into a chair or the sofa. I sink easily into a favorite fantasy...He's my captor, I'm tied up...Or I make up new ones as I go. Regardless of the story, the ending is always the same. I stop before cumming. After all, the point is to be ready when he gets home.

So depending on how much time I have, these little excite-and-stop sessions may go on for hours, an entire afternoon. An utter indulgence, I know. Certainly not something I can do everyday...But on those rare occasions when I can, in those stolen moments when nothing else matters but the knowledge that very soon my husband will walk through the door, see me naked and wet in his shirt, and devour me as though his very life depended on it...I don't waste time hesitating.

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Sex Swing - Illustrated Erotica

Katie knew that Pete had bought her something big for her birthday but she hadn't expected… this.

"There, baby, what do you think?" he'd said, smiling slyly. "More interesting than flowers, wouldn't you say?"

She'd opened her eyes to discover he'd installed a sex swing in the corner of their back room. The black harness was fixed firmly to the ceiling by a hook and hung on a spring above a mattress. The back support and stirrups were made of a soft, inviting fabric.

After the initial shock, Katie began to think of the possibilities. Her pussy clenched in response. She'd always liked the idea of a sex swing. They seemed like the ultimate decadence, something owned by people who threw orgies and fucked each other three times a day. People who were passionate enough about sex to install major equipment and put holes in their ceiling.

And she liked the idea of getting away from the bedroom too. Their back room was private and rarely used. Now it looked like some kind of nascent dungeon, an adult play area, in theory at least. She liked the idea that they might fuck each other here, in broad daylight, like porn stars or urgent, illicit lovers, giving themselves over to simple lust without any other consideration.

Best of all, she liked the idea of being held, suspended, spread open and ready for licking and fucking, unable to escape.

She found herself incredibly turned on.

Katie turned to Pete and gave him a long, lingering...(Read More)

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