e[lust] #21

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~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

D/s Without the D/s? - This is one of those situations in a real time D/s relationship where much of the “fun” aspects of the D/s needs to be stuffed in the closet for a bit. And for us, it’s not a great time to be either a masochist or a sadist. We can deal with that.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Yes, Jelly Sex Toys Can be Dangerous - Even if a jelly rubber toy says “phthalate-free”, it still can contain toxic chemicals that can cause skin reactions in some people. These toys are still non-porous and can harbor dirt and bacteria because they cannot be sanitized.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Unfortunately, this edition has no Top Three picks as I didn't have enough volunteer judges. If you'd like to volunteer to help, visit this page to find out more info and ensure that the Top Three picks continue.

See also: Pleasurists #101 and #100 for all your sex toy review needs.



All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

All Painted Up...

A Modest Proposal: Should Ginger & Cooper Fuck?

Happy Sexual Freedom Day

How Do You Explain

Life in spanking after 30: part 2


Erotic Writing

blindfold

Fantasy: Movie Night

Feeling Helpless

Gabrielle, Guest Star

Happy Anniversary...

History Lesson

I Still Don't Know How You Taste

Monday Morning 2am

Metallic Seduction

Need

New Erotic Story For The Holidays - Tinsel Temptation

Putting the car into park

The Ordeal (Part Four)

The Sweetest Violation

The Young Mom

The Moment

The Soccer Mom

Timeless in a Window's Light

Kink & Fetish

A space to hate and rage and be angry (photo story)

Beyond the Bedroom

Does liking Helmut Newton equal a fetish?

Happy Halloween: Light Me Up

I am all pins and needles

Kink and Fibromyalgia

Ownership and Monogamy

Punishing the servants

Pi

Switching It Up

The Cage

The Sacred Swinger Holiday: Halloween!

the most amazing night with HIM

The Pedicure

The Right Question

Wax on, wax off!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

All Roads Lead to Acceptance... I hope!

Crisis Averted

Dear boyfriend, I love you. And your cock.

Having Great Goddamned Expectations

If You Google it, I will Answer #9

I Don't Know If I've Ever Been Really Loved By a Hand That's Touched Me

How to Massage Man’s G-spot

My Coming Out Story

National Coming Out Day

Recovering From Anorexia

Role Reversal

Sadie's Condom PSA

There's something about 72...

If truth be told, I have a fascination for certain numbers. Numbers associated with hours and days and months and years, with exotic locales and everyday minutia. With love and desire and passion and men... Lucky numbers, serendipitous numbers, sexy numbers.

Now, there’s a new number in my life. And I like this number. So very much.

The first stands seductively proud: masculine, assertive; shoulders broad and strong; body oh so taut and lean. The second is soft, supple and sensual: she is all feminine curves and sultry undulations; her head coquettishly lowered, back enticingly arched, sitting in wait on her knees.

Yes, that’s right. Number 72. This yin and yang, this hard and soft, this man and woman, this deliciously lusty number is mine thanks to Rori, all of the judges and their incredible work and generosity. And it’s also mine thanks to you and your often dizzying support. 

I think it’s safe to say, this harbour city girl couldn’t get a luckier, sexier, more serendipitous number to add to her collection...  

Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2010

1. (Please see this post)
2. TBK from The Beautiful Kind
3. Iona and James from SapioSlut
4. Quizzical Pussy from Quizzical Pussy
5. Sadie from Sexie Sadie’s Stories of Seduction
6. Vixen from Secrets of a Blue-Eyed Vixen
7. Adrian Colesberry from Adrian’s Blog
8. EA from Easily Aroused
9. Guy New York from Quickies in New York
10. Joan from Better Than I Ever Expected: Sex and Aging
11. 25 Things from 25 Things About My Sexuality
12. AAG from AAG Blog
13. Bad, Bad Girl from BBG Blog
14. Holden from Packing Vocals
15. The blogging team at Sex is Fun
16. Elle from Kink Unleashed
17. Rachel from Rabbit Write
18. Clarisse Thorn from Pro-Sex Outreach, Open-Minded Feminism
19. littlegirlyone from littlegirlyland
20. Remittance Girl from Remittance Girl
21. Mistress Arabella from Bombshells & Rockstars
22. Axe from Unspeakable Axe
23. Coke Talk from Dear Coke Talk
24. Jack from Writing Dirty
25. Kayar Silkenvoice from Silken on Sex
26. The blogging team at Gentle Nibbles
27. Sinclair Sexsmith from Sugarbutch Chronicles
28. Lilly from This Could Be Dangerous…
29. Kit from Blogging Dangerously
30. Mistress Lilyana from Mistress Lilyana
31. TitsMcScandal from The Blogging Slave
32. suggestivetongue from suggestivetongue
33. Library Vixen from Library Vixen
34. Oatmeal Girl from Submission & Metaphor
35. Riff Dog from Ashley and Me
36. Rockin’ with a Cock In from Light Switch
37. Dick and Jane from Dick-n-Jane
38. Shasta from Stiletto Diaries
39. Athol Kay from Married Man Sex Life
40. Padme and Anakin from Journey to the Darkside
41. PrettyPowerTools from Pretty Power Tools
42. Dark Gracie from Gracie’s Playground
43. Mollena from The Perverted Negress
44. The blogging team at Sex in the Public Square
45. The blogging team at Pop My Cherry Review
46. Emma and Maymay from Kink on Tap
47. Dave from Glimpses of Dave
48. Jake from Facts and Friction
49. Sylvanus and Mina from At Longing’s End
50. Lucy from Sexy Blogtime
51. Ms. Naughty from Ms. Naughty Porn for Women Blog
52. Wendy Blackheart from Heart Full of Black
53. Cin from Seeing My Own Reflection
54. Holly from The Pervocracy
55. Lady Pandorah from Lady Pandorah’s Sanctuary
56. Olga Wolstenholme at Cuntlove
57. Jiz Lee from Jiz Lee
58. Aubrey from Vagina Drum
59. Black Pearl from The Filthy Ramblings of a Dirty Girl on Lock
60. Dallas from Naughty Americans
61. Jerry Jones from Little Submissions
62. Sir Zoomer from Vanilla-Xtract
63. Chantelle from Chantelle Austin International
64. Gloria from Gloria’s Oversexed Mind
65. Insatiable Desire from Insatiable Desire
66. Spring Flower from A Girl’s Gotta Have Options
67. Epiphora from Hey Epiphora
68. Wilhemina from Heartbreak Nymphomania
69. Erin from Let’s Eat Cake
70. Autumn from The First Day of Autumn
71. Kyle from Butchtastic
72. Cheeky Minx from Love Hate Sex Cake
73. Diva from Debauched Domestic Diva
74. Scarlet Lotus St. Syr from Purveyor of Pleasure and Wanton Lotus
75. Janie from A Hundred Ways to be Perverse in the Library
76. The Secret Slut from The Secretive Slut
77. Curvaceous Dee from Curvaceous Dee
78. Jefferson from One Life, Take Two
79. Kris from Phone Courtesan and Experience Kris
80. Lila from ¡Qué sinvergüenza!
81. Essin’ Em from Essin’ Em
82. Shon Richards from Erotiterrorist
83. Violet Blue from Tiny Nibbles
84. Evey from Voyeur on Display
85. Miss Mia from Things You Can’t Ask Mom
86. Coy Pink from No Need to be Coy
87. Mistress Matisse from Mistress Matisse’s Journal
88. Audacia Ray from Waking Vixen
89. That Toy Chick from Desk Full of Dildos
90. Britni from Oh My God, That Britni’s Shameless
91. SSS and ♀ from Sweat Shop Sissy
92. Ferns from Domme Chronicles
93. Jerome Nichols from Let’s Talk About Sex
94. Dreamwalker from Dreamwalker Sadistic Poet
95. Dr. Petra from Dr. Petra Boynton’s Blog
96. Viemoira from Cavern of the Beast
97. Shirley from Reptillian Prostitute
98. Carrie Ann from A View from the Floor
99. Sophia St. James from Sophia St. James XXX
100. YOU! As always that last person on the list is you. Please, please, please leave a comment below promoting your own blog (or the blog of someone you love). Links are welcome, as long as they lead us to a sex-related blog, not a retail website or porn aggregation site.

HNT: Thirty-four

Crawl out of the darkness
Slide into the inferno divine
Allow my fevered passion
To warm and burn
Consume you

(click) 

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Flash

It is the flash of charcoal suiting that initially catches her eye; it is the detail of his cuff, the link, the starched white cotton around the strong wrist and large hand that causes her gaze to stray, that draws her along the path up to his stubbled chin, chiselled nose and molten stare.

But it is his thumb, gingerly and sensuously caressing, stroking, tracing the peaks of his lip, which sends a rippling surge through her spine, which sets the blush high on her cheeks, which leaves her breathlessly, achingly yearning to feel the maddening lightness of his touch.

HNT: Thirty-three

He tells me he likes pink.
He tells me he likes girlish.
He tells me he’d like to kiss me, taste me, make love to me
on a bed dressed in crisp, white cotton.

Who am I to argue with that?

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

The Sweetest Violation

Her eyes, heavy and desiring, chart the path of his hovering form, taking in the detail of his chocolate gaze, the mouth bruised by her kiss, the muscular torso shadowed by the dark matt of wiry curls, eventually locking on the mesmerising grind of his hips and the hardening flesh sliding between the soft, swollen lips of her dripping sex.

Closing in on her, his chest teasingly grazing rosy nipples, hands and fingers gliding over the mounds of her breasts, tracing the line of her taut stomach, possessing her creamy thighs, his heated whispers find her ear as she begins to beg and plead, her sultry whimpering ringing out in the otherwise quiet room.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he gives in to her and to himself, one strong hand reaching down to stroke the uncut meat glossed with her arousal, the other feeding its thumb into her eager mouth, his eyes now drinking in the sight of her legs widening in readiness, the rising blush on her fair skin, the delicate fingers caressing, snaking, digging into his hips.

Parting her bright folds, his burnished head nudges momentarily at the portal before he sinks headlong, filling her with a deliberate slowness, inch by inch, spreading, stretching, satisfying the plump velvet, inch by inch, his slick cock throbbing, enveloped by her tightness, inch by inch, his thick shaft pulsing as it kisses her needy and intimate depths, inch by inch, her legs winding around the base of his back, inch by inch, her own arching off the bed, inch by inch, their hands a roaming mangle, inch by inch, inch by inch, his ragged breath now joining hers, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, until he is there, until his glans is pressed against her womb, until their bodies and skin and juices merge, until they are captive, until they are rapt, until they are one in the sweetest violation.

HNT: Thirty-two

The shadow, the light
Unify and divide
They spread me open
Stretch me wide
They call for your sliding, gliding
Electrifying touch
They long for the slow, teasing journey
Up the silky line
To the velvet
To the pulse
To the heat
Of my desire

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Wav(e) of Desire

Into the slim silver box nestled lightly in her palm, she whispers her desire for him, breathing the heat of her need into his ear at an almost painful remove.

Delicate fingers now teasing electrified flesh, she shivers through the words, through the primal need to taste him, to devour his flesh, to tease her clitoris with his cockhead, to cover him in her scorching arousal, to open herself so wide her body might break, to feel his hard, thick cock stretch and fill and fuck her until she screams, until her nails rake his muscular back, until his pounding hips brand her creamy thighs, until their lips reach out for the fiery kiss, until their merged bodies are bathed in the passion all-consuming.

HNT: Thirty-one

Take me to the place

Where the men are mad

And clad in well-cut cloth

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Wanting

I want you
I want you too
I want to lose myself in you
Forget the hour, the day 
The lands that cruelly separate
I want to dive into your body
And simply float away

HNT: Thirty

In one swift move, he reaches in and shreds the pink satin covering her modesty, his deft fingers plunging deep into the slippery heat, her raspy breath and aroused cries filling the room.

As I watch him possess her, as I watch him unleash his desire, as I watch the primal power play of their grinding, scantily-clad bodies, my longing for the one out of reach on this night, for his commanding hands and their touch, for his mouth and its kiss, for his skin and scent and hardening flesh rises up and overtakes me.

Edging closer to the screen, I begin grazing, touching, teasing, shedding my own fabric prison, baring my needy flesh to their flame, bathing this fair nakedness in the glow, sinking my body into the very connection I crave at this moment above all other.

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

There Are Days

There are days where words are simply not enough, days where my voice falls silent and short, where my mouth craves a unique expression of its lust, where my lips and tongue yearn to mark and inscribe with the hot liquid language of my desire.

There are days where words are simply not required, days where my skin seeks out his flesh, sweat and come, my fingers trailing the path of their want, my legs enfolding the form of their passion, my heat fusing with the lover of my dreams.

There are days where words are simply not important, days where my body calls to hear its own truth, where I long for the sounds of our grinding and thrusting, the echoes of cries guttural and soft, the music of a dance beyond measure.

And then there are days, there are nights, there are weeks, where words of the sweetest perfection live simply in his gaze, in his touch, in his kiss, in his speechless presence and breathless ardour.

HNT: Twenty-nine

Traverse the land

Cross the sea

Come here

Lie close

Hide away with me

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Fever

Last night, it finally broke. As my dreaming steadily filled with vivid images of him, with the sights and sounds and sensations of the two of us together – talking, laughing, fucking, making love – my body released its lustful want, its aching need, its crazed frustration. Waking with a start, his kiss still lingering on my lips, I lay in bed, my flesh scorched and drenched, damp curls glued to my nape, pink shirt and knickers fused to my torso, my recovering breath barely fracturing the night’s quiet.

Peeling back the covers and stripping down, my nakedness glistened in the low light as I drifted somewhere between sleep and consciousness, between my bedroom and the one of our love making. With the cool caressing me, I ran my fingertips slowly over my skin, delicate, teasing strokes from neck to collarbone, around the mounds of my breasts, on my hardening nipples, down the curve of my stomach to the softness of my hips and thighs, just as he had done in that perfect and consuming vision.

Within moments, I sank into the plane that offered me the gift of his presence. Submerged once more in his voice, his scent, his weight, in the intensity of his closeness, my body unconsciously reached out for him, at first calling silently, then screaming, then weeping so hard the wetness rose up, shiny droplets dotting my flesh as I spread across the bed in response, arms and legs opening wide and ready, the slippery heat flowing freely from my aching sex.

Hovering over me, his phantom drank from the stream, instructing my hands, guiding my fingers to the juicy plumpness down below, to the pink that yearned for his hard thick cock, to the cunt that longed for fulfilment. Sliding my palm over my mound, gliding my fingers from the portal to my clitoris, up and down, up and down, dipping in two fingers deep, deep, deeper, soft, ragged cries filling the room, my back sensuously arching off the bed, his material form was suddenly beside me, the white expanse dipping under his masculine strength. With his lips and tongue on my mouth, tracing my neck, his breathy whispers in my ear inflamed, incited this desire, compelling me, propelling me to the edge, urging me, imploring me to finger myself for him, pleading me to finger fuck the velvet heat he longs to devour, to fuck my dripping cunt harder, harder, faster, faster, to spread my lips and tease the nub of my purest pleasure, to touch and finger and fuck myself as he would, as he has, as he will, to come, to come, loud and moaning, to come, to come, slippery fingers, plunging, pumping, thrashing, to come, to come, to come. To come for him. For him and only him. In fevered sleep, in fevered waking. 

HNT: Twenty-eight

Before you
Before your body of perfection, your mind inspired
Before your gaze, your words, the warmth of your embrace
Your scent, your kiss, your sweet and heady essence

 I am bare
I am open
I am the primal and the sensual
Passion, craving, want
I am light
I am flesh
I am woman 

Reborn

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

The Burn

The warmth
The warmth
In his voice
In his laughter
In his kind and generous soul

The heat
The heat
In his breath
In his stroke
In the words of his desire

The burn
The burn
In our speed
In our obsession
In our climax
In our conclusion 

HNT: Twenty-seven

In gilded glow, in shadows deep
The yearning for your soft caress
Lingering kiss, possessing flesh
Smoulders, burns 

Devastates me

(click)

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Video

Her gasp shatters the silence with the realisation it is her raspy voice, her desperate desire that have hardened his flesh, that have compelled him to show and record the intensity of his lust. Stroking his thick cock slowly, deliberately, silently, glimpses of his profile, his muscular arm, his creamy hip, his shiny head, tease and tempt, inciting her passion, watering her mouth and cunt in an instant.

Listening to the familiar accent speak of the yearning to press her nakedness against his, to have him feel her heated whispers in his ear, her lips on his mouth, trailing down his neck, his chest, his hips, his thighs, sliding around his throbbing shaft, her body grinds in time with his as she sinks three fingers into the velvet heat longing, aching for his touch.

But it is only once he throws his head back and murmurs to the witnessing silver box just how much he wants it too, just how much he wants her too, that her orgasm crashes over her so hard, so loud she calls out his name.

HNT: Twenty-six

Take me.

Touch me.

Taste me.

Caress then shred my cover.

 Do you want?

Do you dare?

Do you dare to want me, lover?

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)

Confession

As we gradually shed the veil, as we bare ourselves through the word and glimpses of skin, as our desire collides, fuses, coincides, as our urgent, carnal passions threaten to swallow us both, as our need to merge and fuck and devour overtakes the rational mind, it is your longing to kiss me, caress me, savour me, to make love to me, soft and slow and lingering, that trembles this fair body, that sets the fevered ache, that carries my breath clear away.