tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85969342483202541092012-02-11T02:58:49.131+11:00Musings on a Libidinous LifeCheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.comBlogger2821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-25267671297533532832012-02-07T19:25:00.005+11:002012-02-07T19:25:00.216+11:00

And as I float away On this platinum sea
 To that distant plane
 My otherworldly reverie It’s always you Hand outstretched Waiting there for me

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If I could have you, if I could have you hold me, embrace me, enfold me, if I could have your gaze lingering upon me, if I could have you caress and trace and know me, if I could have the aching lightness of your touch, of your tips, your fingers, the tenderness of your rough palms, if I could have your lips whispering, whispering, whispering my name, whispering and moaning, singing into this

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At the day's dark end, at its quietly lit beginning, all I crave, all I truly desire is passion, is love, the one to embrace, the man to behold, his body to caress, skin to kiss, lips to trace, this soul to know.

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It’s one of those nights. It’s one of those hot sultry nights, the kind that follows an even hotter, more humid day. It’s the kind of night your body begs for nakedness, for the merest whisper of fabric would suffocate, would burn, would blister the glow radiating off your fair silken skin. It’s one of those nights. It’s one of those close steamy nights where the coolness of the crisp white

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If I press these fingers to my lips, if I hush the lone sweet sigh, if I silence the thoughts, the tumble of words, if I surrender my soul to the quiet, will this light fade to black, will this desire cease its blush, its course, its flow, will this obsession, this beguiling devastation, leave me at last alone?

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His footsteps are heavy, weary, thudding a path into the carpeted office floor. Yet once he reaches the door, stretching his six-foot frame on the steel and glass barrier, his body – youthful, proportioned and disciplined – suddenly betrays a lightness, a weightlessness, an effortless masculine eroticism that instantly morphs my glance into a lingering gaze. As his image is reflected and then

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Lover Lay your hands upon me Spare me nothing Of your depths, of your desire End this suffering The wait so long and lonely This yearning That taunts me in the night

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It is only once he groans in pleasured anguish, once his hips buck to feed his thick hard flesh ever deeper, once he gasps and unconsciously wonders out loud if he'll ever feel my sweet cunt again does my mouth stop its lustful assault, my tongue raking along the soft skin of his shaft one final time to scoop up the pearl nestled in his head, before I straddle his thighs and bear my slight body

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In the darkness, in the shadows, in the bands of golden light, in the hour of my witching, in hour of your wolf, my body calls and whispers, it moans and whimpers for your touch, for your fingers to wind themselves around these gossamer bands of ebony, for your knuckles to graze this soft fair shivering flesh, for your skin hot and rough against these peaks hard and beckoning, for your tips,

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You linger. You linger still. You linger in the quiet, in the hush, in the velvet shadows of this sultry night, in the silvery glow of the moon, in the fine beads prickling my skin, in the delicate fingers tracing the body of your once incendiary desire, in the whisper, the whimper, in the cry, in the bloom of my lips, the tingling of my tongue, the breasts creamy and fair, the nipples of the

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Be mine As the setting sun tints our skin Be mine As the summer heat draws us close Be mine As the glisten, the glow fuse our bodies together Be mine Be mine Just one last time

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May this New Year Hold you close Hold you tight Keep you safely in its palm Bathe you in its golden lustre Its passion, love and warmth Wishing you all a very happy, prosperous and cheeky 2012. Minx x

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Baby For us This isn’t the end It’s merely the beginning (click) (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players and his special post bidding HNT a very fond farewell. And on a more personal note: Thank you, Os. It's been an honour, a pleasure and a blast...)  

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Even though my fiery arousal is soaking the scarlet lace covering my modesty, darkening the fabric nestled between my legs, filling the room with my uniquely pungent scent, he wants more, he needs more. He needs me wetter than I’ve ever been before, he needs to see my glisten drenching the delicate filigree, scorching the skin of my smoothly shaven mound as the dampness rises up towards the

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As the humidity rises up, choking the purity of the air, its gleaming trace prickling her skin, her body calls out for him, reaches out to him, piercing the light, drinking in shadows, hungry for its opposite, its complement, the lure of him, his flesh, his hardness, his scent, his touch too great, too vast, too devastatingly addictive to resist. (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see

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Wish, wish, wish. And wish. I've never been all that good at sticking to my wishing budget, but surely one extra wish can't hurt? To my readers and friends, to the generous HNT community, your support never fails to surprise and delight and warm this harbour city girl even on the sultriest summer night. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a happy and safe holiday season. Minx x

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In the forgetting, in the act of extinguishing our fire, in the struggle to rid my body of its erotic longings, its carnal addiction, it is the shutter’s click, it is this sweet yet cruel apparatus that serves as a reminder of you.

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Baby Bathe your body in my light Wish upon my star Kiss this skin, take this fire On this sultry Christmas night (click) (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players and their Christmas themed delights…)

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Her tremble meets his once palms, fingers, tips finally make contact, once they finally run over the deep filigree band of ivory lace, his sensual touch teasing its limits, her borders, tracing the line of the suspender belt, the swell of her abdomen, the curve of her hips as he slowly descends the straps drawn so very tight, his hands slipping slowly between her thighs, inside the tops of her

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This brand new dayThis sepia dawnMakes little senseWithout you nearPressed in tightPressed in closeOur bodies bound together (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…) 

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Don’t Hold yourself afar Don’t Hover a moment longer For I want, I crave Need Your sweet perfecting touch (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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His gaze doesn’t leave mine for a moment as takes me again, his hands on my hips, on my fair, shimmering skin, guiding me out of the kitchen’s darkness, away from my minute of respite, pressing me back into the golden lamplight, into the cold stuccoed arch. But it isn’t the unforgiving chill of the wall that curves my back, that has my fingers grasping, clawing, that compels my body to seek out

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OutsideThe rain comes downThe winds they howlBut the fire it burnsInside (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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For months I’ve been hoping, waiting, anticipating. Now the wait is finally over and the lovely people at Blurb have finally come through. My book, Sinfully Sensuous, is available as an eBook at last. At this stage, the eBook favours all lovers of Apple gadgetry, optimised for the iBooks® app on the iPad®, iPhone®, or iPod touch®. (And for those whose devotion is wedded to other platforms, I’m

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This number ... 19 ... it speaks, it whispers, it sings to me of sultry summer nights, of the exotic heady, overwhelming, of a scent crisp, sensual and feminine, of Coco, of Chanel, of style and grace and passion, of this body clad in laces, silks and satins of the lightest ivory, of the deepest ebony, of the scarlet of sirens hungry, beckoning, of my body, of his body, of bodies stripped, bare,

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In your placeIn this spaceThere’s nothing butThe yearning The empty The silence (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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Dress meIn the fabric of your passionIn the cloth that bears your heady scent (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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He grunts his approval as she spreads herself disgracefully wide open, her long lean legs hooking themselves over his muscular thighs, his cock, thicker and harder than she could have ever conceived now running along the soft strip of dark curls on the pillowy mound, now teasing her impossibly pink, smooth lips, now gliding through the velvet folds to the clitoris swollen, aching, calling, to the

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Your gaze Your thoughts Your presence They feed and sustain me They bathe this flesh In the sensual In the haze, the lilac glow To my readers, to my friends, to my lovers, past and present, who have inspired the word and the image, who have taken my heart, mind and body to the craved, the unimagined, thank you for your enduring support and a memorable two years. Minx x

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 Come closeCome nearDrown me In your danger (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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Be my fire Be my passion Be my flesh and blood protection Be my lover Be my man Be the one I wrap myself around (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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Tired. Tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired I can’t think. I can’t think what food to eat, which clothes to wear, the way I should tie or place or set my hair. I’m so tired the banality of my day, the must-dos flooding my brain, leave me exhausted, in a whir. And yet, I know if you were here, if I was there, if our bodies were together enveloped in this darkness, if our bodies were together

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Kiss these lipsFeed them your flesh, your secretsWhisper into them desireThe cravings you long for in the night (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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You are with me, in thoughts and dreams and waking, in the tender darkness where I whisper the truth of this desire to the phantoms of the night, in the harsh glare of the light where I tuck it away inside this ever-longing body for safe keeping. You are with me, in thoughts and dreams and waking, the blur of memory, the merest reverie setting my femininity, my sensuality alight, my hands

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AgainstThis wall This time This bricks and mortar distanceI can not scale I can not tame I can not break into sweet soft yielding threadsI am nothing But fire and blood and longing I am nothing Without your flesh to hold, indulge, to take (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…) 

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He climbs on-board and sits down next to me, as he always does if the seat vacant, as I invariably hope he will. I wish him there every morning as we spy one another on the 7:25 through the big picture windows of the crowded weekday bus. I wish him there beside me, wanting to feel the warmth radiating from his masculine and clearly disciplined body, wanting to inhale the mix of his skin and the

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These tips, these hands, these fingers, they do nothing but incite the riot, they do nothing but remind me of your sweet, possessing touch, they do nothing but flood my body with the ache, your kiss, our hunger, they do nothing but recall the man I crave and need too much. (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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All I have to give, all I have to offer is this woman here before you, this fair, imperfect surface, these uniquely feminine depths, this mind sharp and hungry and inquiring, this gaze blue, this skin soft, this body supple, this body become electric with your briefest grazing touch, this body yearning to explore possibilities infinite and endless, the sensual, the carnal, the craved, the

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Behold The desire The craving This dark and shadowy supple flesh These glistening spikes of the deepest ruby red (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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The winds they howl; screaming, crying, lashing the cold, hard rain against the glass, uprooting earth and flowers and trees, destroying the material world once so solid beneath my feet. The winds they howl; wailing, moaning, breathing life into this torment, this longing that tears mercilessly at this woman wanton, that whispers cruelly into the long deep dead of night, that caresses me with

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Baby Let me come to you Baby Let me in Let me shed my skin, spend my passion Let me love you 'til the end (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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This can't be tamed. This passion, this need, this desire coursing oily hot through my veins, this sensuality softly rising up, prickling my skin with its gleaming, scented sheen, this carnality tearing at my flesh and blood and bones through the dark hours and the light, this woman staring back at me in the silvery reflective glass. This can't be tamed. I can't be tamed. And I'm unsure I even

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Passion ... CrazedSoul ... DividedFlesh ... RivenWoman ... Undone (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)   

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If you only knew what I'd give right now to have you hold me, to have you want to hold me, to hold me tight, to hold me close, to hold me like you'll never let me go, to hold me until day becomes our velvet night, to hold me until the first rays of the morning light, to hold me until our heat turns into fire, our fire into ash, this ash into earth and flesh and blood and sweat and come, to hold

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ForeverI will beThe mothTo your flame (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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It’s almost late; it’s almost ten, the quiet of the night finally setting in. And the only thing I want right now is you in my bed. On this night, I need its softness, your hardness, its crisp clean whiteness, your naked body spread out before me on the pristine purity I long to soil with our sweat, our slick, our come. On this night, I want to take you slowly, sensually, my impatience this

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Taste me Drink us in Turn our world upside and down (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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I can’t be measured. I can’t be measured with you. Not with you. I try, I do try, but I fail miserably, each and every time. In the face of you, my carnality, my sensuality rises up, forcing its way through my skin, tearing at my flesh, dizzying my mind, shredding the seams of my impatience, my rationality, my experience of time. In the face of you and your body and your passions and your words

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With youI want everything With youI want it all With youI want as never before (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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If I coaxed your body down with my sweet words, with this sultry voice, if I ran my clear blue gaze along your naked craving flesh, if I confessed my need with desire and with honesty, with the blinding ache you so easily inspire, would you allow me to chart your flesh, to trace and map, to feel you, to fuck you, to make love to you, to grasp the ins and outs of you, to know you with lightness

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These hands are tiedThere is no choiceBut to relinquish, to willingly surrenderThis desiring bodyThis inquiring mindThis heart of yearning and of wonder (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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I need you, baby, I need you. Right now. I need you to take me, to make me yours. Right now. I need you inside me, I need your naked cock buried deep inside this sweet little cunt. Right now. I need to glide you between my lips, I need to taste the pearls glistening on your head. I need to savour you, devour you, give everything I am to you. Right now. I need to hear you come, your mouth pressed

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-72810175628182457282011-08-11T08:11:00.003+10:002012-01-15T19:07:52.269+11:00

Out of the shadowsShe stepsInto the rays of the sunInto the warmth of his arms (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…) 

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I see you everywhere. I see you in the city crowd, around each bustling corner, in the sea of men dressed in their finery, moving swiftly, sauntering languidly, meeting in cafes, waiting at lights, recognising your eyes, your mouth, your gait, your frame, the heady mix of your cologne and your freshly showered skin. I see you in flashes and grabs in these strangers before me, I hear your voice

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The slender, delicate fingers belie her strength and lascivious greed, looping, twining around his thick, eager shaft, stroking, stroking, oh so slowly stroking his pulsing, throbbing uncut meat, pressing his now streaming cockhead into the smooth, full, beckoning lips, guiding, nudging his hardness past that maddening, mouth-watering point of resistance, pushing him, thrusting him, taking him in

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-70778509463605330092011-08-04T09:05:00.018+10:002012-01-15T19:07:52.270+11:00

On velvet plush This kitty cat Mewls and purrs Prowls and slinks and wriggles Trailing behind The thin black line For you to trace and kiss And follow (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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This body, this relentlessly craving, whimpering body, it calls to you, calls for you, night and day, day and night, through the light of the sun and the beam of the moon and the soft tick and the deafening tock, it calls and begs and pleads for you, for you and your hands and your touch, it whispers, it howls, it calls to savour your lips, it calls for a taste of your kiss, it calls and recalls

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Are you worthy of a sonnet, prose or poem or quotation? Are you worthy of the words composed for lovers near and close, afar? Are you worthy of the sentiments fashioned from my erotic longings, from my fair body glowing, from my flesh naked in the dark? Are you worthy of this moment, of this space, of this here pity for your turn of phrase clearly wanting, your pen bone dry, your keyboard

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I need youIn the night When my cravingOvertakes me When thoughts of you Will not leave me be (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-1169137888719836142011-07-27T15:39:00.000+10:002012-01-16T08:06:33.390+11:00

Be the warmth, be the breath, be the kiss on my soft lips, be the mouth swallowing my rapture, feeding from this shiny bliss. Be the touch, be the hands, be the fingers weaving through these tresses, be the body I reach out for, the flesh pressed against my suppleness. Be the smoke, the flame, the fire, be possession and surrender, be the one who gives and takes with softness, lightness, with

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-33467414782209309302011-07-21T09:01:00.006+10:002012-01-15T19:07:52.272+11:00

In your darknessI see the light In your lightTrue, pure desire  In your desireThe home for which I long (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)   

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-58406385134870544192011-07-19T11:27:00.004+10:002012-01-29T12:43:27.225+11:00

In the hours and days and weeks that slide imperceptibly away, in the grip of his fire, in the face of his presence, in the space of his absence, in the past tense of his desire, she realises with an almost painful clarity that this is no longer a game. She realises that he is unlike any other, that he is the man of flesh and blood and word and passion, the man ideal, the man flawed that she has

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“This is it. This is all there is. And I feel like it’s slipping through my fingers like a handful of sand.”                                  Don Draper, Mad Men 

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-52538341080776539542011-07-14T09:21:00.014+10:002012-01-15T19:07:52.273+11:00

Float away with meOn a soft, white cloudOf dreams (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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With each utterance, with each exhaled breath and lingering look, with each touch aching, light, caress bruising, possessing, with each brush of your lips, each languid, searching kiss, with every inch of your body pressed into my nakedness, with every plunge, every thrust, every stroke of your thick aroused flesh, with every whisper, every groan, every pulse, every beat of the muscle in your

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I’ve been a busy minx of late: busy with pen, busy with lens, busy dressing up and then dressing … all the way down. As I hinted a little while back, this flurry of activity has resulted in a book, and a very specific one at that: a collection of self-portraits and erotica titled Sinfully Sensuous (adopted from a memorable tag most generously bestowed by the swoon worthy Shibari). The book,

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It takes all of her strength not to reach out to him. It takes every ounce of her self-control not to arch up to meet the hand adorned by the crisp, white cuff and platinum link, not to give her body over to his touch familiar and new, possessing and sweet. It takes all of her restraint, all of her will not to give in to the urge to trail her slender fingers over the smoothness of the gleaming

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Tug At the strings Of the fleshOf the soul Of the heart (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)   

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Take it Touch it Seize it Scratch your name right into it Spread it Eat it Drink it Drag your rough seeking tongue all over it Fuck it Pound it Spend it Sink your hard angry cock deep into it Take it Use it Own it Do what you will For this body is nothing now without you

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The low dusk light This winter’s day They call to have you near To have you here In my arms By my side To have your flesh Caress my warmth Against my rapid beat To have my lover Meet the fire of my longing Merge with sensual moment complete (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-24125933317811109942011-06-21T17:37:00.000+10:002011-06-25T09:50:05.397+10:00

She points the way, although he needs no direction, her delicate fingers climbing the bare legs raised up stiletto high, trailing the silken line from ankles to calves, skimming the quiver of thighs splayed open, spread wide, parting the rosy folds of the sex dripping its hot liquid lust, tracing lazy circles around the nub swollen tight with desire. She guides the way, even though he requires

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Once the darkness descends, once the moonlight beams through, once the sapphire glow of the night engulfs the room, the shadows, the spectres, they come for her. They come for her desiring flesh, for her skin fair and blushing, for the body ever reaching for his alluringly forbidden touch. They come to feed on its fire, its need, to coax its secrets chaste and corrupt. They come, winding in and

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-3279163248245357492011-06-14T12:23:00.016+10:002012-01-16T08:06:33.397+11:00

I need a lover. I need you as my lover. You and only you. I need your body strong, your body warm, your gaze and scent and kiss, your thick, hard lingering heat. I need your words, your silence, your song. I need your touch light, I need your touch dark, I need your touch complete. Right now, I am certain you sense this, feel this, know this … fear this … to be true. I am certain this

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-77316380806820560322011-06-09T09:33:00.012+10:002012-01-15T19:07:52.280+11:00

The thought of youGuides My body to the floor Persuades My flesh to bathe in the bright Compels My fingers to feel, touch, caress Sways My hips to grind deep, groove right (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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In those rapid beats of the clock… Did you see? Did you sense? Did your flesh and blood perceive? Did your stirring, insatiable cock by some means know just how this body yearns for your lingering touch, your urgent caress, just how this woman longs to drown in the depths of your sensual kiss? In those swift strokes of the hand… Did you feel? Did you believe? Did your skin prickle in its

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-74524013515074250892011-06-02T08:42:00.003+10:002012-01-15T19:07:52.281+11:00

BabyCome to bed It's cold outsideMy body needsYour fireYour golden touch (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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It is his cock that stifles her scream. It is the intensely thick, pulsating shaft languidly sliding between her full lips, teasing her flickering tongue, filling her slender throat, fucking her pretty little mouth that muffles the guttural cry from deep within her lithe body as he commands her to tease her cunt through the lace drenched in her liquid arousal, as he demands the removal of the

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To gaze and map and kiss With sweetness, sensual bliss To have, to hold To merge and melt and fuse With body soft, with man desired To linger, to know To soothe and sate and pleasure seek With the pink, in the golden glow To give, to take To feel and fuck and love With indulgence, decadence complete Is to live (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-28405983440322744522011-05-24T22:37:00.001+10:002011-05-24T22:39:32.160+10:00

Want Want Want Want It beats its rhythm, every moment, every hour, every day, shaking me from my slumber, waking me in the dead night, reminding me, taunting me, taunting this body, this feminine flesh weak and alive, compelling my hands to reach out and touch, my lips to feed and caress, my legs, my cunt to open and bloom wide and electric for the breath and the skin and the man and his thick,

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Through the dark of nightAcross skies and lands and seasI'll be your starI'll be your lightI'll guide your wayBack hereTo me (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to wish him a Happy 6th HNT Anniversary and to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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Fuck the words Let them go Give me your grunt, your growl, your moan Grant me hard flesh, control, your power Make me shudder, scream, surrender Pound me mute, pound our come through the silence Fuck the words The body beckons  

Cheeky Minxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13124179916906624342noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596934248320254109.post-8613586814024286262011-05-12T09:57:00.003+10:002012-01-15T19:07:52.286+11:00

  On his command, her hands will chart the path from her neck to her breasts to her hips, delicate fingers teasing, finally easing the ebony netting past fair pouting flesh as she bends deeply at the waist, exposing her glistening sex to the light, to his gaze, to his hunger. (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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I have a confession to make. I’ve harboured a dream, a desire, for quite some time. I’m sure it will come as little surprise considering this Antipodean’s fondness for exhibitionist self-portraiture. Ever since I was old enough to appreciate its allure, ever since I could grasp its magnetism, I wanted to be the one gracing a glossy cover; to be the face or the body, to be the woman, who

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Don’t go.Stay.Lie by my side, curl your nakedness into mine, caress then spread the legs raised up high, fit your imposing body into this here aching flesh, swim, swim, dive and plunge into the warmth, into the heat, into the tight velvet embrace, into this sensation, this moment enslaving and pure.Don’t go.Stay.Let me kiss your tiredness away, allow my lips to tease and tempt you, to taste and

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Wrap yourselfIn cotton crispIn feathers fineIn woman wanting, warm and willing (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)   

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I want your cock. I want it as no other, hunger for it as never before. I want your cock. I want to rouse it from its slumber, tease it to hard, thick, glistening life. I want to feel it pulsing in my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt, in my rosebud. I want your cock. I want to rouge my lips blood, shiny red and stain your shaft with my sultry kiss. I want to open the hot, wet tunnel between

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In that moment, she loses herself completely. In that moment when his seductive body finally kisses her supple flesh, when his hands sensually travel along the curve of her hips, the taut line of her abdomen, when his lips and tongue circle the tender swell of her breasts, rousing the pale halos into aching peaks, when his mouth urgently devours her glistening sex, taking her to the very edge

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In the end, it is her very own hand that betrays her: it is the vein rippling her ordinarily fair, silken surface; it is the blood, slick and fiery, coursing with a maddening need; it is the slight tremor of the slender digits curved in aching readiness to caress the skin crying out for his flesh, screaming out for release; it is her perpetually desiring body that offers her up, proving to him,

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 Photo courtesy of Sadie Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. And in this edition you can read all about the best sexuality conference of the year (ever?), Momentum, in a one-time-only

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Breath Sultry and hushed Mapping, beseeching Breath Fiery and raspy Insistent, deafening Breath Dancing on silken skin At one with the knowing kiss Breath Whispered into the glisten Exhaled into this suffering flesh Breath Taunting and merging Your breath Forever I am craving

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The hat?It stays put.But every other thread is negotiable. (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)  

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I don’t want to rush. Not tonight. Not tonight. Tonight, I want to linger, I want to stop time. I want to seize it, bend it, break it wide open, charging each endless moment with you, losing myself in fulfilling every one of your deepest, darkest desires. I don’t want to rush. Not tonight. Not tonight. Tonight, I need to feel and touch, caress, absorbing and consuming, venerating and

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Let me beThe pinkThe state of your purest pleasure Let me be The one The temptress in your mirror (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…) 

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Into your mouth I exhale The words of my lust My lascivious greed Into your skin I release The craving to taste My kiss all-consuming Into my cunt You feed Your thick eager shaft The flesh which perfects me Into the night We make love The sensual merging Our unique carnal union

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His gaze. His gaze. His gaze. It transforms light into shadow, shadow into dark molten desire. It compels her to offer up her flesh for sacrifice, for worship, for debasement. It strips her bare, destroys her inhibitions, shreds every last vestige of her naked shame. It whispers, it speaks, it screams at her, to her, with a recognition that possesses the wanton terrain. It lures her to him time

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You’ve changed me. You’ve changed me and my desire. No, no. You’ve done more than that. You’ve ruined it and me. You’ve ruined us, spent and consumed us. Unknowingly, unwittingly. Softly, slowly, sensuously. Ruthlessly and callously. And even as I continue to want you, even as the thought of you has my cunt dripping its sweet nectar, even as that glisten fuses my bright flesh to the pink

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Tell me Show me The way to relinquish, to resist you The way to stop the lingering need to press your body close Tell me Show me The way to deny the ache, the maddening yearning The way to refuse my flesh as it calls you with each new dawn (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

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All of a sudden, the new season is here. As the dusk settles behind the threatening rain clouds, it smells and feels and sounds like autumn at last. And right at this very moment, the only thing I yearn for is your kiss, our mingled breath, your muted moan, our bodies in a sensual tangle, skin on skin, warmth on softness, man and woman, the music of our love making merging with the soundtrack

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You craze You burn Transform me You melt You forge Create me With white heat With platinum fire With a piece of your blinding sun (Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…) 

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Daddy. Her lips purr the word with an ease that sends a violent ripple through her slight body, the shudder registering in his imposing, cowering form, in the thighs clenched tight along her torso, in the powerful hands loosely wound around the base of her slender neck, in the thick straining flesh pressed firmly into her softening mound.  Daddy. Daddy. The phrase now spills forth straight

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