I am leaving tomorrow, er, in 8 hours, on a plane back home! California, here I come! I’ll be gone for 3 weeks. I’m not sure when/if I’ll get a chance to post anything (at the whim of other people’s interwebz) but I promise I’ll be concocting plenty of steamy scenarios in my mind, ready for when I get back! I will try my damndest to get at least one story up during the time I’m gone but no promises.

I will miss you all! Hope you don’t forget about me while I’m gone!  <3!

I thought my new readers might be interested in this, some reasons why I think I’m sexy. I brought the post over from my Blogspot blog. Hope you enjoy it.

The beautiful and sumptuous Femme BLT chose me for the Sex Blogger Award and I am oh-so excited!  I just started writing erotica a couple of months ago and I have been so thrilled to get the amazing feedback that I have received.  Now I must list 5 reasons that I am worthy to be deemed sexy and then name 4 other fabulous bloggers who get to list their own sexy reasons.  Here goes nothing:

1. I Am A Good Girl Gone Bad: I grew up fairly sheltered, always getting good grades, never drinking or doing drugs, always following the rules, wanting to hold out on sex.  I was 21 before I lost the big V, and up until last year, my ex-husband was my first and only.  In the past year, though, I’ve more than made up for lost time and have experienced so many new things and people.  It’s been wonderful!

2. I Am A TomBoy: I appear very feminine, I’m not at all butch, but I’ve got such a boy’s personality!  I love sports, video games, raunchy jokes, hot women… ;)  I even used to be a champion burper.  Sexy, right?  ;p

3. I Guide the Future: I’m a teacher and pour my heart and soul into my students every day.  Yes, I want to slap them silly quite often, but I love them all like my own children and I strive every day to get that “A-ha!” look to shine in their eyes.

4. I Have Eyes That Pierce Your Soul: The one physical aspect of me, other than my tits, that I have always liked, and I just *now* had someone tell me the same thing, are my eyes.  He says: “I just like the shape of them and the coloration.  I like how they move and act when you’re feeling some intense pleasure.  I like looking into them.”  They’re somewhat almond shaped, deep brown coloring with flecks of gold, and they are very expressive.

5. I Can Make You Hard/Wet With My Words: Physical arousal is one thing, and it’s fantastic, don’t get me wrong, but I think there’s something oh-so-special about being able to mentally arouse someone.  You can be smoking hot but have nothing upstairs.  If you’re able to engage my mind as well as my body, though, that’s a gift.  Not to toot my own horn or anything, but after getting so much great feedback from my readers, I realize that I have this gift and am thankful for it.

And here is my list of bloggers who ALSO have that gift, people who I have learned SO much from, and I am grateful to them all:

Marie Iris - She is gorgeous, she is funny, she’s as kick ass as I am, and I dig the hell out of her and her writing!

Doc Strange - He’s a super sexy man and knows how to engage my intellect, both through erotica and through our “vanilla” conversations.

PsycheDiver and Reivanna - They share a blog, so I choose them as one entity, though they are both seperately GREAT writers and fun cyber play-mates.  I enjoy not only their stories but their reviews as well.

Sensual Stories - You can’t have a sex blogger list without this hot lady.  I can’t believe she hasn’t been chosen yet.  Or maybe she has and she just hasn’t posted yet, either way, I saved the best for last.  Her sultry Southern ways only enhance her artistic, erotic writing.  She is what I aspire to be.  I want the grasp of the language, the sensual confidence, the experience that this amazing woman has.  Not to mention I want her. 

Hershey’s kisses anyone? 

“I’ll be there in 2 minutes,” the text read. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly put on the rest of my outfit for the evening, a slinky, black see-through camisole and black lace boy shorts. I threw my hair up in pigtails and licked my lips as I imagined them being used as handlebars while my mouth was wrapped around his cock. I put on a silk robe over my surprise just as the knock sounded at the door.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open slowly, allowing my excitement at seeing him to quiet itself a little before I took action. He looked so hot as always, my fit gamer geek. A quick second to drink him all in and then I reached for his hand and pulled him inside. No words were exchanged as I led him to the bedroom and sat him on the edge of the bed, pulling off my robe and dropping it to the floor.

His gasp of desire as he saw how I had dressed up for him sent a shiver up my spine and it was only a split second before his hands were on me, pulling me to him, exploring my curves with his hands and his mouth. His fingertips lightly played at my silk-covered nipples, perking them up instantly and making my clit throb. He moaned as my nipples grew hard and brought his mouth down to cover them, biting them gently at first and then with more insistency as I ran my fingers through his hair. Each nibble, each flick of the tongue caused an electric shock to run through me, starting between my legs and running up my back.

After what felt like an eternity of his exploration, I couldn’t stand not having his thick cock in my mouth anymore. I pushed him away from me, urgently drew his shirt up over his head and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. I gasped lightly as I saw him waiting for me, engorged and quivering. I ran my hand lightly over his balls, enjoying the feeling of the freshly shaven sack, and then up over his shaft. As my hands traveled to his chest, I pushed him back onto the bed and took my position between his thighs.

I focused my attention first on his smooth balls, licking each one, sucking them into my mouth and rolling my tongue around them. When I felt his sack had been sufficiently pampered, I popped the fleshy lumps out of my mouth and ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, circled his head and then took his cock quickly in my mouth, slamming my head down and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He grabbed a hold of my pigtails and forced my head down even farther, making me gag on his tasty rod. His moans got me even more excited and wet, something I didn’t think was possible.

Even though his cock and balls were extremely delicious, I was hungry to feel him inside of me. I held out for as long as I could, teasing his cock with my mouth, assaulting the back of my throat with his tip, but finally I gave in. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and stripped off my camisole and my panties, throwing them carelessly to the floor. I straddled his hips and lowered my dripping slit onto him, rubbing my clit on his tip and coating him with my juices.

Reaching down and taking his slippery shaft in my hand, I guided it to my waiting cunt, putting just the head in and reveling at how good it felt. Then, easing down slowly on him, grabbing the top of the headboard for balance, I began to grind against him, feeling him hit my sweet spot, bucking my hips up and down to maximize pleasure for us both. Alternating between slow, shallow thrusts and hard, deep ones, forcing my rhythm on him and not allowing his hands on my hips to control me, I continued to ride him until I got an inspired idea.

I slid myself to the tip of his cock and paused, looking down at him with what I’m sure was a mischievous grin. I reached down and took hold of him, slipping him out of my pussy and guiding him further back, loving the surprised look on his face as I pressed my ass down on him. Because he was thoroughly drenched, we didn’t need any extra lube, and with just a bit of coaxing, my tight spot opened up and I took him in, eliciting a loud moan from the both of us. He reached down and grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart, and I gently worked my ass down his shaft until he had disappeared entirely inside of me.

As he fucked my ass, I rubbed my clit fiercely, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer. Having him in my ass felt so fantastic that it wasn’t long before I was brought to orgasm, exploding upon him, coming with such force that it sent him over the edge as well. I could feel his cock spasm as he expelled his seed into me, filling me with the hot liquid.

As our orgasms subsided and our juices pooled on the bed, he pulled out of me and I collapsed on his chest. His heartbeat lulled me into a semi-conscious state and we held each other as our breathing returned to normal.

I could feel their warm breath upon me, stark contrast to the cold leather straps that held me in the air, weightless and exposed.  My senses of touch, smell and sound were heightened, making up for the complete blackness that the velvet blindfold left me in.  I could smell the sweet odor of perfume mixed with cologne, perspiration mixed with arousal.  Her breath was just barely audible above his whispered directions as she ran her hands over my body, but I could hear it well enough to recognize the desire and, surprisingly to me, fear that she was experiencing.

She had been the one to initiate this rendezvous, contacting me through one of the few “dating” sites that I belonged to.  She wasn’t shy when selling herself and her husband on the internet, that’s for sure.  She had me dripping wet after every conversation I had with her until, finally, I broke down and agreed to help them realize their fantasy.  Now as I was suspended here, nervous and waiting for the next move, I wondered why she would have any reason to be afraid…

My Irish goddess.  Flaming red hair.  Beautiful green eyes.  Perfect pale skin.  Skin that shows marks and bruises easily.  She always asked for more, though.  Harder.  New implements of pain.  She got bored with my hands fairly quickly.  I tried a spatula.  Not enough, she said.  Went through bamboo canes, a riding crop, a few different paddles… nothing satisfied her.  She lived for the marks I left on her body.  Though I was afraid to hurt her, her cries of ecstasy mixed with pain always kept me going, kept me hard as a rock.

This time, I pulled out all the stops and included a MagnaStrap and a cat o’ nine tails in our play.  I held back at first, but as she begged for more, I went full force, alternating between the strap and the cat, not stopping until I began to draw blood.  After I got her worked up with a good spanking, it only took the slightest touch to her clit to make her cum - a screaming, writhing orgasm that left her a puddle on the bed.  After she got her senses back, she returned the favor with the most intense blow job I’d ever had, swallowing every bit of me that I expelled.  Looking back over her shoulder at the red stripes I had left, she smiled.  Kissing my tip lightly, she whispered, “Thank you,” rolled over onto her side, avoiding the sore welts on her beautiful back and ass, and fell asleep, finally satiated.

I just received this DM on Twitter:

In case you haven’t been told lately. You have this sex appeal that each time I see 1 of your tweets, I get a bit horny for you. Just saying.

That’s JUST the kind of reassurance every sex blogger needs, and, feeling under the weather today, it DEFINITELY put a smile on my face. So, thank you, nameless tweeter! You made my day! I’m very glad that I have any effect on any of my followers/readers and I hope that I can continue to do so for a long time! *muah!*

This week’s Microfantasy Monday topic, “Cleaning,” is brought to you by Sweltering Celt.

My favorite thing in the world is getting fucked by you.  My second favorite thing in the world is getting cleaned up after the hours of sweaty, passionate, intense sex: in the shower with you, watching the soap suds slowly slide over your slick skin, dripping down deliciously over the cock that just a few minutes before had brought me such exquisite ecstasy… that cock pressed against my back as you reach around and soap up my front, nibbling my neck while doing so… my breasts pressed to your back as I reach around to the front of you, washing you up, teasing your cock to attention again… you bending me over, me bracing against the sides of the tub, you railing me again as I rub my clit and we both come to a wet and steamy climax and you explode across my back… the cleansing process starting all over again.

Heh, yeah, is it any wonder I love cleaning up with you?

Today was the first truly warm day of the summer and I was so grateful for it. You know how well that these nearly-constant thunderstorms for the past two weeks have really taken their toll on my psyche and, in turn, on our relationship. Today, as the clouds broke unexpectedly, a day that I just happened to be free from maternal responsibilities, it seemed like the perfect day to lay out on the balcony with a good book and to soak up the renewing rays.

I got a few chapters into my book before my mind started wandering. It seems like it has been so long since I felt your touch, heard your moans and whispers in my ear, experienced the ecstasy that always came along with our love-making.  I started to think back to the last time we were together, before my moodiness took over everything.  It had been so sensual, so loving, so… perfect.

My book fell to the side as my hands started wandering.  I pulled my bikini top off and imagined that the warmth of the sun was the warmth of your body pressed to mine.  I imagined that the leaves rustling in the trees were your whispers in my ear, urging me on.  My fingers slipped beneath my bikini bottoms and started to explore and I felt just how wet thinking of you had made me.  My fingers found my sweet spot and I imagined it was your tongue, lovingly caressing me to the most intense orgasm I’d ever had on my own.

Come home, baby.  My sunlight is back.

A hotel room 1,200 miles away held the object of my lust prisoner. I had only seen him in person once, only talked to him briefly since then, but he occupied my thoughts constantly. I wondered what it would be like to slowly undress him, run my hands over his fit body, kiss every inch of his chocolate skin, feel his growing bulge underneath his pants. Even with these fantasies, though, never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be sitting at my computer, sending him pictures of myself and receiving pictures of him. Each picture we sent upped the ante of the last, until finally he was staring at a picture of my pussy and ass, butt plug firmly in place and I was looking at a picture of his cock in one hand and his other hand venturing to places out of the frame. Over 2 hours of pictorial and verbal exchanges left us both touching ourselves, furiously bringing ourselves to orgasm, thinking about things that would happen were we with each other in person. If only that were possible…