Monochrome

Even as I am etched in black and white, even as I am drawn in the tones of their in-between, my passion for you transcends this monochrome frame, it is every colour, tint and shade either of us can conceive, it is every gradation of light and shadow, it is the inky darkness of a carnality which tears at my flesh and shreds my soul, it is the ashen green of jealousy, this barely contained envy of the women fortunate enough to drown in the hot rains of your lustful fury, it is the bronze of your skin kissed by the sun, the burnish of your glans hard and dripping in mouth, on tongue, it is your chocolate gaze, it is my azure look as you drive yourself to my clutching limit, it is the pinkness of my cunt, hungry, rapacious, the cream of my thighs bound tight about your waist, the scarlet of the heart bleeding its loving ache, it is the kaleidoscope, the splinters, the shards blinding, arresting as these fingers seek skin, as they spread open the lips, as I fuck myself, as I give in, as I surrender to the wanting, to the imagining, to you here in this room, reaching, reaching for me through time and space and improbability, through the impossible, through the unthinkable pleasure of this body, this offering, the pleasure that takes me to breath’s end, that takes me to the brink and back again, that brings you to me, that delivers me to you, that devours everything, all hue.

In the Curve

It is in the curve you belong, your body and mine as one, your hands hovering over the arching line, drawing in the heat, the shine of the light, hovering, taunting my desire, inflaming this need, hovering, relishing the urgency prickling my skin, hovering, hovering, the space between us cruelly intact, hovering, hovering, before making landfall at last, before touching, before meeting, before easing, prising open the flesh dripping its want, your dark gaze, your ravenous mouth drinking me in, drinking me down, your thick cock plunging into the embrace of my most intimate ache, plunging into this clutching cunt, your imposing form surrendering its burden, its weight, the weight bearing upon, baring your soul, your hips a piston, furiously slamming, fucking, taking possession of the woman whose cries of pleasure threaten to bring down these walls, whose cries of pleasure, whose velvet fire, whose unerring passion threatens to shatter, to break you both. 

Tell Me…

Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what you really want from me.

Don’t run. Don’t hide. Tell me.

Whisper into me everything you want to say, everything you need to say, everything you think you shouldn’t say.

Groan into me the thoughts that swell your cock; the desires that haunt you in the night, the cravings soft and brutal that scream to your hungering soul, the cravings you long to exact on my sweet and supple form.

Growl into me the passions smouldering, seething in your core, the bitter jealousy that taunts you from near and from afar, your darkness, your intensity, your overwhelmingly lascivious greed, the need driving us to desire’s primal edge.

Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want from me. Tell me; whisper, growl and groan for me.

Tell me, lover. Tell me, tell me, tell me…

In the Pink

In bed and in the pink and missing you, aching, aching for you, for you to reach out to me, to trace this shy and veiled cleft, to glide your hands between the softness of my thighs, to have your fingers ease away the drenched cotton, to have you part the plump lips of my sex, to have you slide your thick hard glans deep inside me, to have you lose yourself, submerge yourself, to have you drown in my heat, to have you know me and the slick and pulsing epicentre of my desire.

Anticipation

How can it be, lover? How can it be? 

How can it be your carnal masculinity turns me on my head so easily? How can it be the anticipation of your touch leaves me shivering, aching wet? How can it be the yearning for your flesh compels these legs to rise up to heaven’s edge? How can it be the desire for your body to slide along, between, inside this velvet heat reduces me to a whimpering mess? How can it be, lover? How can it be? How can it be the mere thought of you shatters this woman so absolutely?

Drift

There’s been barely a moment where my thoughts haven’t drifted to you, to the thought of us soiling my crisp and pristine sheets with our passion, to the thought of our bodies pressed together under the shower’s cooling rain, my hands exploring while yours do the same, my slender fingers teasing the silken softness of your newly spent glans, registering your excitement, the rush, the beat, the pulsation, your aroused sex growing thick, hard and heavy in my palm once again, stroking your shaft slowly, slowly, slowly, my thumb circling your cockhead slick with your glisten and the drops, my delicate fingers caressing the small of your back, working their way to the sensitive spot at its base that invariably buckles your knees and reduces your voice to a growl, my kiss finding your nipples, your collarbone, your neck, your lips, my hands reaching out beyond the weighty glass doors to retrieve the luxuriant towelling, my hands blotting, sensually soaking up the gleaming beads clinging close, my lips and tongue drinking, following the path of the cloth, my lips and tongue eager to taste you, to have you aching and pounding, to have your cock insistent for the heat of my sweet little mouth, to have you come with a shudder, with a roar on my freshly washed lily-white skin.

But at this very moment, in the here and the now, all I want, all I truly crave is your naked cock buried deep, buried so deep inside me all I can do is breathe, all I can do is clutch at your shoulders, my legs around your waist like a vice, my back and my hips arching up to meet you, to take your every morsel into my glistening sex, this glistening succulence, this smooth, scarlet cunt which aches to be filled, which cries to be fucked, which aches to wrap itself around you, to bear the mark of your unique flesh.

I want it, need it, hunger for you so desperately, I'm throbbing wet merely typing the words…

Lumière

May this year
Bright and new
Bathe you in its light
Inspire you to reach for stars
Tease, tempt and satisfy
The deepest passions
Of body, soul and mind

Wishing you all a blissful, prosperous and cheeky 2013.

~Minx x

In the Palm of His Hand

The gesture is simple, the touch so complex that the slumbering little muscle slams instantly against her breast, the roar of blood in her ears draining away all sound as he takes one small step, filling the hollow, reclaiming his place, his hand reaching up to tenderly welcome her face, his palm at rest on her cheek now healing the breach, strong fingers drawing quiet circles on the softness of her nape, his caress, his caress, his caress finally speaking the words he cannot say, betraying the desire, his failure to forget, his inability to neglect the yearning, the need to have her once again with a completeness that leaves him on the verge, running to the edge, plunging into the breath and the life and the pleasure sensual and decadent which stirs his body, which hardens his cock, which murmurs sweetly, screams savagely to the truth of his soul in the long dark dead of night.

But it is only once she dares to meet his gaze that her heart truly breaks and her body shatters with it, revealing all she had attempted to shield and hide away, releasing the flood of her passion, the fine cotton around her hips sodden in barely a moment, the scorched glisten breaking the barrier, dripping, clinging to the creamy skin between her thighs, marking her body as his, etching his name on the smoothness, on her mound, on the scarlet lips plump and shining with the craving for his mouth and his tongue and his flesh, his flesh, his flesh, the thick uncut shaft that has her longing, yearning, that has her body arching and hurtling to the light, that has her now spreading her legs for him the glare of the day, that has him sliding two fingers into her needy sex, that has them crooked to find that little honeyed spot, his thumb brushing with an aching lightness over her clitoris, that has him fingering her cunt until the muscles in his arm are ready to tear themselves to shreds, until she grasps his shoulders, her tongue rasping his lobe, her voice reduced to a sultry whisper, his name on her lips again a moan, her cunt clutching at his fingers, her orgasm taking her to breath’s end, her come, her come, her come hot and sweetly pungent in the palm of his hand, in the palm, in the hand holding her tight, holding her close, holding her in the hopes she never lets him go.

HNT: Réunion

The summer shimmers beyond these walls, but this body gleams not merely with the season. It is my heat, our fire, this passion for you that smoulders in my core, that drums its beat in my heart, in my sex, in my soul, that rises up and prickles my skin, that transforms each thought into a sensual yearning, a carnal craving often too great to endure.

Yet once our bodies touch, once we come together, every kiss, every taste, every caress, every thrust of hips and stroke of hot hard perfecting flesh feels inexplicably new and unknown, feels just like home, feels right, so right to be here with you again, lips pressed in softly, limbs entwined, the two of us exhausted from our love making listening to the sounds of the twilight and the day shutting itself in to settle into night, to settle into darkness and an enveloping embrace that closes the gulf, that erases the space, our time apart, that brings me back to the place I truly belong.

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see the return of all the gorgeous HNT players…)

Breathless

You speak the force of your desire
And leave me breathless
Gasping, desperate
To indulge your flesh

e[lust] #42

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Femme Fatale

There’s something you need to know…

I care little for your ruin. In fact, it’s the very thing I want to secure.

I want to spend, devour and break you. I want to feast on your flesh, leaving nothing for another. I want to strip away every vestige of your self-control.

I want to stroke your shaft, feel the weight of your thickening and hardening glans, your flesh throbbing, insistent, incessant, my thumb smearing the first pearl of precum across your burnished head, my soft mouth following suit to envelope you, savour you, suck you until I feel the first surge of your seed glossing my lips, my tongue.

I want to entwine my fingers around your naked cock, part the plump lips of my sex and feed you into my sodden cunt with an aching slowness that will leave you begging for swiftness, pleading for the knowledge of my pulsing depths.

I want to fuck you with a languid sensuality, with fire and anger and urgency, my lithe body arching above you as I feel your come erupting violently inside me, coating the velvet of my cunt with its slickness, as I clutch at you, milking every last precious drop, as I orgasm over and again hotly over your cock.

I want to kiss your mouth, inhale your breath, swallow your groan, my whispered name, your wanton words.

I want to leave you a shivering mess.

But more than this, I want – need – your crazed passion, the intensity of your lust to rise up, to scream though your skin, to exact its own revenge upon me, to tear my desire for you to shreds, to crush me by the same pitiless means, annihilating this hunger, this craving for good.

Cry

Do you recall the sound of my pleasure, my breath and my voice as I come? Do you remember the way I exhale your name as I tease my clitoris, as I finger my cunt? Do you recollect the ragged whispers, the moans, my half-spoken pleas, as your hands take hold of my hips, as you drive your burnished glans into my depths, as your kiss finds my lips, as you fuck me, possess me with a sweet savagery that leaves me captivated, addicted, obsessed?

Do you remember? Do you recall?

They were the very sounds that filled this room as I touched myself and thought of you, as time stopped and space closed itself in, as my body arched off the chair, as my orgasm crashed over me, as the air was overwhelmed with the scent of sex and the cry of my passion, as my want and desire and need for you clawed through the pretence, crawled up through my core, rose up through this flesh, returning to haunt me, to taunt this woman once again.

Bloom

It is in softness I bloom, shrouded in your flesh, beneath your body, inside your touch, in your breath and your lingering kiss, as your hands ease me down, draw me out, unravel this desire, as your lips trace and savour the silken arching line, as your hardness slides into my succulence, as my scarlet sex drips its ache, its want, its honeyed heat onto the bronzed glow of your skin.

Summertime

Day breaks and with it another season and the light and the heat pierce with a force that has me rising up to meet them, to join with them my own ignited flesh, the skin prickled with the fine sheen that has me gleaming, the body shivering with the intensity that once easily drew you in, the body insistent on its yearning even as the mind vows to thwart and forget, the hands that reach for you in the spaces now vacant beside me, the arms that clutch, that hold, that touch the woman in your absence, your name a whisper on her lips, in the ether a roar.

From the Inside

From the inside, from the inside, I long to hold you from the inside, my body yearns to wrap itself about you, around your hot hard throbbing flesh, to be filled by you so absolutely all other thought makes little sense, to have you part my lips with your glistening head, to have you poised at the portal, my thighs a fair and silken frame, to have you ease your cock into my cunt with an aching slowness that takes our breath away, to have you emerge slick and hungry, drenched in the enduring trace of my lust, to have you hover once more, to have you tease me, to have you slide your pulsing glans through my cleft, to have you brush the tender pearl, to have you inflame the craving now too great to bear, to have you surrender to our only want, this urgent need, your shaft inside me again where it rightly belongs, the sweet succulence of my cunt enveloping, embracing, drawing you close, inch by glorious inch, these rippled velvet walls instinctively clutching, gripping at your flesh, my hips rising up, my body giving itself to you, bringing you into my very depths, milking you, my body begging you to come, milking the fiery seed that will violently rise up and bathe me, drown me, perfect me, mark me as yours from the inside, from the inside, from within.

White

Come
 Touch me
Taste me
Bathe me
In your white

Four

“Of the wonderful things that you get out of life there are four.”
                                                                 – ‘Four,’ Miles Davis

Miles Davis was right. Four is a special key to this sweet, little life. For the jazz great, the magnificent things this existence brings are truth, honour, happiness and love.

They are the very same for me, with the exception that love leads me to a place where I can honour the woman I have become, where I can be a true version of my sensual, desiring self, where I can be happy and creatively free with pen and lens alike. It leads me here, to the four diminutive words of the cyber home that means so very much to me.

Now, this number has taken on a truly lustrous form thanks to the honour bestowed upon me by Rori from Between My Sheets and her list of the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2012. To Rori, my warmest gratitude for her tireless work and this generous recognition, which leaves me giddy and, most of all, inspired. My heartfelt thanks also to the talented Easily Aroused, Lady Dragonfly and Southern Sir for their humbling nominations and support, and to you – friends, readers, writers, lovers –  for your enduring encouragement and presence. While writing and shooting are my own compulsions, your company and comments not only allow me to see myself reflected in your gaze, but they also offer a conversation, an exchange, a sense of belonging and kinship that never fails to curve these lips into a smile.

On the subject of smiling, below are the links to the other 99, to the ones we know and love, to the ones we are yet to discover, to the ones who will leave us grinning and longing, to the ones we should all devour with erotic leisure and pleasurable haste.   

~Minx x

~o~

Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2012

1.	Molly from Molly’s Daily Kiss	@mollysdailykiss
2.	EA from Easily Aroused	@EasilyAroused
3.	Hyacinth Jones from A Dissolute Life Means…
4.	Cheeky Minx from Love Hate Sex Cake	@LoveHateSexCake
5.	Amy from Anal Amy	@AnalAmy
6.	My Trousers Rolled from My Trousers Rolled	@rolledtrousers
7.	Sexual Life of a Wife from Sexual Life of a Wife
8.	Dark Gracie from Gracie’s Playground	@darkgracie
9.	diirrty from d i i r r t y
10.	nilla from Vanillamom’s Blog	@swirlednilla
11.	Suggestive Tongue from Suggestive Tongue	@Suggestive
12.	Sunny Megatron from Sunny Megatron	@SunnyMegatron
13.	Aisha from Being Aisha
14.	Dev from Delving to Deviance
15.	Amie Wee from Crevice Canyon	@crevicecanyon
16.	Remittance Girl from Remittance Girl	@remittancegirl
17.	Lady Dragonfly from Lady Dragonfly	@miladydragonfly
18.	paltego from Femdom Resource
19.	Bella Blush from Clean, Moral, Polite
20.	Girl on the Net from Girl on the Net	@girlonthenet
21.	Clarisse Thorn from Clarisse Thorn	@clarissethorn
22.	Kyle Mew from Kyle Mew	@kylemmew
23.	Violet+Rye from Uncommon Appetites	@UCAppetites
24.	Mina and Sylvanus from At Longing’s End	@mydesire and @sylvanus
25.	Athol Kay from Married Man Sex Life
26.	Heather and Nikki from Vagina Antics	@Heather_Cole1 and @Nikki_Blue1
27.	Ferns from Domme Chronicles	@Ferns__
28.	Conina from Exploring Surrender
29.	Kaya from Under His Hand
30.	Joan Price from Better Than I Ever Expected	@joanprice
31.	Dumb Domme from Dumb Domme	@DumbDomme
32.	Sadie from That’s What Sadie Said
33.	Nikki from Nikki True	@Thenikkitrue
34.	Lucas Brooks from Top To Bottom	@Top2Bottom
35.	HH and Lo from My Sex Life with Lola
36.	Harper Elliot from (It Girl. Rag Doll)	@HarperEliot
37.	Charlie Glickman from Charlie Glickman	@charlieglickman
38.	Lady Cheeky from Smut for Smarties	@Lady_Cheeky
39.	TemptingSweets999 from Tempting Sweets: Story Heat
40.	Monocle, Redbud, and Ximena from The Erotic Writer	@_Monocle_ and @_Ximena_Writes_
41.	Happy BDSM from Happy BDSM
42.	Charlie Nox from Charlie Nox	@charlienox
43.	Theo Black from Theo Black
44.	Chrystal Bougon from Better Sex from Bliss	@blissconnection
45.	Rockin from Light Switch	@RockinwithaCock
46.	Dr. Marty Klein from Sexual Intelligence	@drmartyklein
47.	Miranda an Aaron from The Swinger’s Attic
48.	Karen from Kissing Blue Karen	@kissinbluekaren
49.	Axe from Unspeakable Axe	@unspeakableaxe
50.	Peroxide from Submissive in Seattle	@Peroxide__
51.	Rachel Rabbit White from Rachel Rabbit White	@rabbitwhite
52.	Jill McDevitt from A Day in the Life of a Sexologist
53.	LS&M from Love, Sex & Marriage
54.	Hubman from Hubman’s Hangout	@hubman38
55.	Coyote’s Kitten from Kitten’s Paw Prints in Slavery	@coyoteskitten
56.	Betty Dodson and Carlin Ross from Dodson and Ross	@dodsonandross
57.	Daisy Danger from The True Life Sex Adventures of Daisy Danger	@daisydanger
58.	Oatmeal Girl from Submission & Metaphor	@oatmeal_girl
59.	Fatal from You Linger Like a Haunting Refrain
60.	Ruby Ryer from Pegging Paradise	@Ruby_Ryder
61.	Kyle Jones from Butchtastic
62.	Anakin and padme from Journey to the Darkside	@AnakinDarth and @padmeamidala
63.	Lady Pandorah from Lady Panorah’s Sanctuary	@ladypandorah
64.	Marie Rebelle from Rebel’s Notes	@rebelsnotes
65	Thumper from Denying Thumber	@thumperMN
66.	Jade from Pieces of Jade	@piecesofjade
67.	Jason Stotts from Erosophia	@jstotts
68.	BD Swain from Leaning How To Tell You	@redswain
69.	Bre from Owned, Collared, Loved
70.	Dangerous Lilly from This Could Be Dangerous	@dangerouslilly
71.	Modesty Ablaze from Modesty Ablaze	@ablazingmodesty
72.	Suzanne from All Mine
73.	Kitty from My Secret Life
74.	Domina Victoria Rage from Domina Victoria Rage	@VictoriaRage
75.	Sin from Finding My Submission
76.	Maggie Mayhem from Miss Maggie Mahem	@msmaggiemayhem
77.	Artemisia Absinthium from Absinth Cocktail	@ArtiAbsinthium
78.	N. Likes from My Dissolute Life	@nlikes
79.	TheOthers1 from Undue Creativity
80.	Roxy from Uncommon Curiosity	@sroxy
81.	Mollena from The Perverted Negress	@Mollena
82.	Jerome from Let’s Talk About Sex
83.	Liza from Always Each Other	@lizawrites
84.	Figleaf from Real Adult Sex	@talkingfigleaf
85.	Red Vinyl Kitty from The Sub Mission	@The_Sub_Mission
86.	Omega and Mouse from The Power Exchange	@talesofmouse
87.	Innocent Loverboy from Innocent Loverboy	@innocentlb
88.	Shelby Cross from Shelby Cross, Writer
89.	Blacksilk from Being Blacksilk	@BlacksilkBlog
90.	Kaleigh Trace from Fucking Facts	@TheFuckingFacts
91.	Romantic Dominant from A Faded Romantic’s Notebook
92.	BiLikesSciFi from A Tale of Bi and Bi	@bi_and_bi
93.	Curvaceous Dee from Curvaceous Dee	@curvaceousdee
94.	Evoe Thorne from My Whole Sex Life	@WholeSexLife
95.	Ponyboy from Marriage in the Bedroom	@Ponyboy0000
96.	Jack and Jill from Frisky in the 916	@jackandjillcpl and @jillandjackcpl
97.	The Gentle Nibbles Writing Team from Gentle Nibbles	@gentlenibbles
98.	Kitty from The Submissive Wife
99.	Kat from She Makes the Rules

100. YOU! As always, I want to leave a place on this list for ALL the awesome sex bloggers out there! So please leave a comment on Between My Sheets with your name/URL to tell us about your sexy blog!

Nocturne

It is in the nocturne’s quiet, in its deepest, darkest shadows, that I feel you, that I sense you near, that I crave your approach, surrender willingly to your presence, to the urgency of your lust as you weave your fingers through these tousled curls and your kiss finds the perfumed arc of my neck, as your mouth pressed against my ear hotly whispers I am yours alone to keep and take, as your hands glide along my curves, as they bend me forward at the waist, as they ease me wide apart, your gaze transfixed by the aching gleam between my thighs, my body pushing back to meet you, silently pleading for the carnal, the sensual, the intensity promised in your touch, silently pleading for its annihilation, its rebirth at your hand and your hard, insatiable flesh.

Hope's Return

Even though we have never met, even though my kiss has never lingered upon your mouth, even though my fingers have never caressed your naked flesh, I greet the dawn aching for you, aching to find you, aching to press my body into yours, aching for the softness and the violence born of this passionate need, aching to give myself completely, to indulge you absolutely, to be the woman you long to hold, the woman whose complexities you will eagerly embrace, the light and shade, my push and pull, the urgency, impatience, the imperfections that have driven others away.

But more than this, I ache today for hope’s return, for the faith, for the belief that you are out there, somewhere, waiting for me.