Monday, January 16, 2012
Wonder
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 down to give him the blistering heat of my slick needy sex.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Ebony
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, your palms to map the curves, the swells, this woman here before you, for your tips, your palms, your hands to caress with measured sensuality, to seize with a rapacious urgency, for the body of man to explore, to discover, to know the bright glistening font of my pleasure pure and true.
Labels:
Autoportrait,
Desire,
Nikon D7000
Monday, January 9, 2012
In the Still
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 softest pink, in the peaks of the darkest crimson reaching out for your sweet kiss, in the sensual sway of my hips as I ease away the cotton, the lace, the silk sodden with my deep, demanding feminine lust.
You linger. You linger still.
You linger in the noise, in the riot, in the late summer storm, in the lightning cracking its whip, in the blood thudding, pumping through these veins, in the bright glistening cunt aching, longing, yearning for your perfecting flesh, in the cries, in the moans as my passion climbs its way to you, as it finds you, as you find me, as you come back to me, your body under me, your hard thick uncut cock impaled inside my clutching sex, this fine back arching, my hands seizing, giving, committing to memory the masculinity, the man who invariably leaves me weak, our bodies gliding, our bodies grinding, your own hands touching, possessing, reaching up to stifle, to bind, to free the screams of our darkest carnal pleasure.
You linger. You linger still.
You linger in the here, in the now, you linger and take me, you linger and claim me, with the slightest word, with the smallest gesture, with the voice, the breath mellifluous, reaching out from across the sea, from the other side, from this room of our own, your body my shelter, your desire my home.
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 softest pink, in the peaks of the darkest crimson reaching out for your sweet kiss, in the sensual sway of my hips as I ease away the cotton, the lace, the silk sodden with my deep, demanding feminine lust.
You linger. You linger still.
You linger in the noise, in the riot, in the late summer storm, in the lightning cracking its whip, in the blood thudding, pumping through these veins, in the bright glistening cunt aching, longing, yearning for your perfecting flesh, in the cries, in the moans as my passion climbs its way to you, as it finds you, as you find me, as you come back to me, your body under me, your hard thick uncut cock impaled inside my clutching sex, this fine back arching, my hands seizing, giving, committing to memory the masculinity, the man who invariably leaves me weak, our bodies gliding, our bodies grinding, your own hands touching, possessing, reaching up to stifle, to bind, to free the screams of our darkest carnal pleasure.
You linger. You linger still.
You linger in the here, in the now, you linger and take me, you linger and claim me, with the slightest word, with the smallest gesture, with the voice, the breath mellifluous, reaching out from across the sea, from the other side, from this room of our own, your body my shelter, your desire my home.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
One Last Time
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
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
Labels:
Autoportrait,
Desire,
Poetry
Sunday, January 1, 2012
New Year Dawning
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
Labels:
Autoportrait,
Nikon D7000,
Poetry
Thursday, December 29, 2011
HNT: Ninety-five (Fin)
Baby
For us
This isn’t the end
It’s merely the beginning
For us
This isn’t the end
It’s merely the beginning
(click)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Scarlet
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 ebony bow perched innocently on the boundary up high. He needs to see it, to smell it, to feel it dripping its trail on my inner thighs, pooling on my bed, marking the crisp, white sheeting for hours, for days to come.
He needs it, his voice tells me between a growl and a hiss, his throbbing scarlet hardness betraying his own lascivious hunger as he spreads my legs out wide, his hands following the stocking covered line, momentarily hovering, teasing, taunting me with the promise of his touch, his hands finally finding landfall again as they caress then take their sweet hold, one up the side of my neck to wind through the curls at my nape, the other clutching at my sex like possessor and invader, dextrous fingers at long last edging the fine weave to reveal the gleaming ruby of my lips, of the cunt longing to wrap itself around his leaking cock.
And just as I think he’ll give in to my desire as well as his own, just when I believe my throaty pleas and moans will see him acquiesce, he releases the fabric to devour me, suckle on me through the flooded lace, to slide his shaft along the slippery boundary, to press his cockhead into me so hard for a moment I wonder if he will shred, tear, break through the cruel little barrier to sheath his cock with me, to meet and fuck and have my greedy velvet heat.
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 ebony bow perched innocently on the boundary up high. He needs to see it, to smell it, to feel it dripping its trail on my inner thighs, pooling on my bed, marking the crisp, white sheeting for hours, for days to come.
He needs it, his voice tells me between a growl and a hiss, his throbbing scarlet hardness betraying his own lascivious hunger as he spreads my legs out wide, his hands following the stocking covered line, momentarily hovering, teasing, taunting me with the promise of his touch, his hands finally finding landfall again as they caress then take their sweet hold, one up the side of my neck to wind through the curls at my nape, the other clutching at my sex like possessor and invader, dextrous fingers at long last edging the fine weave to reveal the gleaming ruby of my lips, of the cunt longing to wrap itself around his leaking cock.
And just as I think he’ll give in to my desire as well as his own, just when I believe my throaty pleas and moans will see him acquiesce, he releases the fabric to devour me, suckle on me through the flooded lace, to slide his shaft along the slippery boundary, to press his cockhead into me so hard for a moment I wonder if he will shred, tear, break through the cruel little barrier to sheath his cock with me, to meet and fuck and have my greedy velvet heat.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
HNT: Ninety-four
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 this week’s gorgeous players…)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000
HNT: Wish...
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
JM
What do you give a dear friend for Christmas?
While I can not help but yearn to shower you in riches and finery (and photographic equipment), I wish for you the most precious of gifts, JM: time.
I wish for you the extension of moments passionate, joyous, wondrous, the time to lavish your desires, carnal, sensual and sweet, to indulge your gorgeous Jas, to write and photograph and share with us all. I wish the hands of the clock to stop in their tracks, to grind to a halt, for the ticking and the tocking to freeze, for time itself to stand oh so very still so you can live it as you would wish.
Merry Christmas, J… x
the late phoenix
What do you give a dear friend for Christmas? While I can not help but yearn to shower you in riches and finery (and photographic equipment), I wish for you the most precious of gifts, JM: time.
I wish for you the extension of moments passionate, joyous, wondrous, the time to lavish your desires, carnal, sensual and sweet, to indulge your gorgeous Jas, to write and photograph and share with us all. I wish the hands of the clock to stop in their tracks, to grind to a halt, for the ticking and the tocking to freeze, for time itself to stand oh so very still so you can live it as you would wish.
Merry Christmas, J… x
the late phoenixSpeaking of friends…
We all need friends. Very cheeky friends. The gorgeous fellow with the mesmerising smooth chest, the late phoenix, knows he always has a friend in me. Yet…
It’s always handy to have friends in high places, friends with clout and charisma and pulling power. A friend like Jerry Lewis.
I know for a fact Mr Lewis wouldn’t need a gun to his head* to befriend our late phoenix (unlike the slightly unhinged Rupert Pupkin). I suspect it would be a match made in movie heaven. And who better to lean on, to laugh with or to call upon to organise a telethon when times get a little tough (and you’re on the street sex blogging from a cardboard box)!
Merry, merry twisted Christmas, babe… x
(*Photograph of screen grab, The King of Comedy. Dir. Martin Scorsese. 1983. USA.)
Sophia
There’s something about this view, the velvet darkness of this room and the bright ocean exterior and sky of blue that brings this woman of beauty, of photographic talent, of a searing sexuality to mind.
For you, Sophia, I wish for you a room with a view to indulge your artistic eye, to hide away and indulge your carnal and sensual passions, to give these walls something to really talk about…
Merry Christmas, lovely… x
OsSince you’re about to hang up your HNT hat, I think a wish – and a holiday – is in order. I know this is pure selfishness on my part. Come visit me and let’s climb this bridge together. I dare you…
Merry Christmas, Os… x
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players and
their Christmas gifts and wishes. And drop by later for another HNT treat…)
their Christmas gifts and wishes. And drop by later for another HNT treat…)
Labels:
HNT,
Nikon D7000
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Apparatus
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.
Labels:
Autoportrait,
Desire,
Longing,
Photography
Thursday, December 15, 2011
HNT: Ninety-three
Baby
Bathe your body in my light
Wish upon my star
Kiss this skin, take this fire
On this sultry Christmas night
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…)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000,
Poetry
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Tremble
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 tan stockings, his hands caressing, stroking, taking in the transition between nylon and her bare warmth, his hands drinking in her fair skin, committing to memory her femininity, his fingers drawing their aching design on her soft sweet glistening flesh.
Labels:
Desire
Thursday, December 8, 2011
HNT: Ninety-two
This brand new day
This sepia dawn
Makes little sense
Without you near
Pressed in tight
Pressed in close
Our bodies bound together
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000,
Poetry
Thursday, December 1, 2011
HNT: Ninety-one
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…)
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…)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000,
Poetry
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Arch
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 his hard, masculine flesh, that sends a violent ripple clear through me.
It is his touch, hot and heavy, insistent on my neck, my breasts, the flat line from my abdomen to my naked mound. It is his mouth, feasting off the lips bruised by his kiss, feeding off my hungry, seeking tongue. It is his imposing body, kneeling before me, wordlessly demanding my desire, my passion, silently possessing me as he plunges two rough digits into this slick and greedy velvet, fingering, fucking, crooked to find that gloriously maddening spot, his tongue intermittently lashing out, raking over my clitoris, his forearm tense, giving its strength, its speed, its sweet brutality, his fingers thrusting, fucking, fucking me hard, fingering me harder, his eyes calling me, commanding me to obey, daring me to defy, his eyes, his fingers, his body, his thick and straining cock needing my fire, my libations, my blistering glisten, my moan, my scream, the hot pool of my come.
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 his hard, masculine flesh, that sends a violent ripple clear through me.
It is his touch, hot and heavy, insistent on my neck, my breasts, the flat line from my abdomen to my naked mound. It is his mouth, feasting off the lips bruised by his kiss, feeding off my hungry, seeking tongue. It is his imposing body, kneeling before me, wordlessly demanding my desire, my passion, silently possessing me as he plunges two rough digits into this slick and greedy velvet, fingering, fucking, crooked to find that gloriously maddening spot, his tongue intermittently lashing out, raking over my clitoris, his forearm tense, giving its strength, its speed, its sweet brutality, his fingers thrusting, fucking, fucking me hard, fingering me harder, his eyes calling me, commanding me to obey, daring me to defy, his eyes, his fingers, his body, his thick and straining cock needing my fire, my libations, my blistering glisten, my moan, my scream, the hot pool of my come.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
HNT: Ninety
Outside
The rain comes down
The winds they howl
But the fire it burns
Inside
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000,
Poetry
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
‘Sinfully Sensuous’ now available as eBook
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 assured these formats are on the way.)
So if you’re in need of a cheeky treat that can be conveniently hidden away from prying eyes, require a stocking filler for the holidays fast approaching, or want a little piece of me and my creations at your fingertips, this might be just the thing.
I hope you all enjoy…
Minx x
So if you’re in need of a cheeky treat that can be conveniently hidden away from prying eyes, require a stocking filler for the holidays fast approaching, or want a little piece of me and my creations at your fingertips, this might be just the thing.
I hope you all enjoy…
Minx x
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
N°19
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, divested, of bodies gleaming, glistening, shimmering, of bodies absolute in their nakedness, of bodies yearning, of bodies lusting, of bodies pressed in close, together tight.
This number ... 19 ... it speaks, it whispers, it sings to me of man and of woman, of the perfect numeral pair, of his assured masculinity, of his dizzying imposing strength, of his body lean and tall calling for the softness of her skin, for her rosy peaks to trace and tickle, surrender, of her curvaceous suppleness nestled into his muscular back, of her cheek resting, of her lips kissing, tasting, of her arms wound around him, her hands drinking in his flesh, of their bodies independent and unique, of their bodies in this erotic union, of their bodies as one shrouded in the velvet darkness, illuminated in the platinum light of day.
This number ... 19 ... it speaks, it whispers, it sings to me, this gift bestowed by the gorgeous (and hard-working) Rori from Between My Sheets, by the humbling nominations from the lovely France and Lady Dragonfly, from the gentleman so temptingly Easily Aroused, and by you, friends, readers, writers, lovers and your incredibly generous and enduring support.
This number ... 19 ... it speaks, it whispers, it sings to me, much like the other 99 we should all discover and devour with erotic leisure, with pleasurable haste.
Minx x
This number ... 19 ... it speaks, it whispers, it sings to me of man and of woman, of the perfect numeral pair, of his assured masculinity, of his dizzying imposing strength, of his body lean and tall calling for the softness of her skin, for her rosy peaks to trace and tickle, surrender, of her curvaceous suppleness nestled into his muscular back, of her cheek resting, of her lips kissing, tasting, of her arms wound around him, her hands drinking in his flesh, of their bodies independent and unique, of their bodies in this erotic union, of their bodies as one shrouded in the velvet darkness, illuminated in the platinum light of day.
This number ... 19 ... it speaks, it whispers, it sings to me, this gift bestowed by the gorgeous (and hard-working) Rori from Between My Sheets, by the humbling nominations from the lovely France and Lady Dragonfly, from the gentleman so temptingly Easily Aroused, and by you, friends, readers, writers, lovers and your incredibly generous and enduring support.
This number ... 19 ... it speaks, it whispers, it sings to me, much like the other 99 we should all discover and devour with erotic leisure, with pleasurable haste.
Minx x
- Guy New York (@quickiesnewyork) and The Dirty Gentleman from Quickies in New York
- Charlotte Times (@charlotte_times) from The Life and Charlotte Times
- Kendra Holliday (@TBK365 and @beautifulkind) from The Beautiful Kind
- Amie Wee (@crevicecanyon) from Crevice Canyon
- Riff Dog from Ashley and Me
- Catherine Toyooka (@Catcoaches) from Sex Spoken Here: Secrets of a Sexuality Educator
- Vineyard Road (@vineyardroad) from Vineyard Road
- David (@DavidinVegas) from A View from the Top
- Quizzical Pussy (@quizzicalpussy) from Quizzical Pussy
- Athol Kay from Married Man Sex Life
- Dick and Jane from Dick-n-Jane
- EA (@easilyaroused) from Easily Aroused
- Axe (@unspeakableaxe) from Unspeakable Axe
- Joan Price (@JoanPrice) from Naked at Our Age – Better Than I Ever Expected
- Oatmeal Girl (@oatmeal_girl) from Submission & Metaphor
- Dark Gracie (@darkgracie) from Dark Gracie
- Mistress Lilyana (@MistressLilyana) from Mistress Lilyana
- Kyle Jones (@butchtastickyle) from Butchtastic
- Cheeky Minx (@LoveHateSexCake) from Love Hate Sex Cake
- Adam from The Mind of a Married Man
- Dr. Marty Klein (@drmartyklein) from Sexual Intelligence
- Lady Pandorah (@ladypandorah) from Lady Pandorah’s Sanctuary
- Holly (@pervocracy) from The Pervocracy
- Brooke from Puppy Tales
- Lady Dragonfly (@miladydragonfly) from Lady Dragonfly
- nilla (@swirlednilla) from Vanillamom’s Blog
- Wilhelmina Wang (@wilhelminawang) from Heartbreak Nymphomania
- Holden (@packingvocals) from Packing Vocals
- 25 Things from 25 Things About My Sexuality
- Thumper (@thumperMN) from Denying Thumber
- Kake (@poeticerotica) from Poetic Erotica
- Lucas (@top2bottom) from Top to Bottom
- Ms. Diane D from Bi and Large – Cuckolding with a Twist
- Betty Dodson and Carlin Ross (@dodsonandross) from Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross – Sex Information Online
- Kat (@shackledkat) from Prowling with Kat
- The Gentle Nibbles Writing Team (@gentlenibbles) from Gentle Nibbles
- Pandora (@pandorablake) from Spanked, Not Silenced
- Molly (@mollysdailykiss) from Molly’s Daily Kiss
- Vixen from Secrets of a Blue-Eyed Vixen
- DDD from Dick Dyke Dick
- Jade (@piecesofjade) from Pieces of Jade
- Jiz Lee (@jizlee) from Jiz Lee
- Sin from Finding My Submission
- Kris from The Phone Courtesan
- SapioSlut from SapioSlut
- Rockin’ (@RockinwithaCock) from Light Switch
- Rachael (@rabbitwhite) from Rachel Rabbit White
- Neo Dom Tom from A Bedroom Dom
- Daisy Danger (@daisydanger) from The True Life Sex Adventures of Daisy Danger
- Violet & Rye (@UCAppetites) from Uncommon Appetites
- Kaya from Under His Hand
- Lilith (@lilith9465) from Lilith Land
- Lady Grinning Soul (@LadyGrinSoul) from Lady Grinning Soul
- Septimus from Dirty Art by Septimus
- Roxy (@sroxy) from Uncommon Curiosity
- Anakin (@AnakinDarth) and Padme (@padmeamidala) from Journey to the Darkside
- Dr. Charlie Glickman (@charlieglickman) from Adult Sexuality Education
- Lily from theblackleatherbelt
- Arabella (@askarabella) from Bombshells & Rockstars
- SN from Peel It Off!
- Bre from Owned, Collared, Loved
- Adriana Ravenlust from Of Sex and Love
- Delilah (@definingdelilah) from Defining Delilah
- Arthur and Annabelle (@lustandconfused) from Lust and Confused
- Lorelei (@suggestive) from Suggestive Tongue
- Kitty Stryker from PurrVersatility
- Mollena (@Mollena) from The Perverted Negress
- Naughty Lexi from Exploits of Lexi
- Karen Blue (@kissinbluekaren) from Kissing Blue Karen
- Arti (@ArtiAbsinthium) from Absinthe Cocktail
- Figleaf (@talkingfigleaf) from Real Adult Sex
- Miranda and Aarron from The Swingers Attic
- Blacksilk (@BlacksilkBlog) from Blacksilk’s Boudoir
- Violet (@violetscreaming) from Screaming Violet
- Ferns (@Ferns__) from Domme Chronicles
- SlipperyWhnWhet (@SlipperyWhnWhet) from A Slut’s Memoir
- Fruit Taster (@fruittaster) from Fruits of Libido
- Mrs. Discontented (@DiscontentedMrs) from Mrs. Discontented
- Aisha from Being Aisha
- Ruby Ryder from Pegging Paradise
- Chrystal Bougon from Better Sex Radio
- Lipstick Lori (@lipsticklori) from Rarely Wears Lipstick
- CarrieAnn (@CarrieAnn_) from A View from the Floor
- Dangerous Lilly (@dangerouslilly) from This Could Be Dangerous
- Electronic Doll (@electronic_doll) from Post Modern Sleaze
- Jerome from Let’s Talk About Sex
- Dusk (@dusk_in_chains) from Dusk (in chains)
- Innocent Loverboy (@innocentlb) from Innocent Loverboy
- RHS from The Redheaded Slut
- Violet Blue (@violetblue) from Tiny Nibbles
- Amy (@AnalAmy) from Anal Amy
- Curvaceous Dee (@curvaceousdee) from Curvaceous Dee
- Jason Stotts (@Jstotts) from Erosophia
- Mistress Kay (@mistress_kay) from Kinky World
- Viemoira from Cavern of the Beast
- Lucid (@lucidobsession) from Lucid Obsession
- ♀ & sss (@sweatshopsissy) from Sweat Shop Sissy
- Kat from She Makes the Rules
- Yummy from Sexual Adventures of a Married Woman
- 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!
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Top 100 Sex Bloggers
Thursday, November 17, 2011
HNT: Eighty-nine
In your place
In this space
There’s nothing but
The yearning
The empty
The silence
The empty
The silence
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000,
Poetry
Thursday, November 10, 2011
HNT: Eighty-eight
Dress me
In the fabric of your passion
In the cloth that bears your heady scent
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
Labels:
Autoportrait,
HNT,
Nikon D7000,
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