I'm not here looking for love. I have more than enough of that at home. I like to write and read erotica and I enjoy the stimulation of flirting with people as well as bouncing ideas around with them. I don't do public chat rooms and I'll only do private chats with bona fide "friends". I'm not here to be involved in your popularity contest so if you'd like to be my "friend" then please be courteous enough to read my stuff and send me a PM getting to know me better first. I am going to check out your profile ~ you did mine ~ and if I think you want to add me just for the sake of it and not because you appreciate my style, I'm going to decline. If my tits are going to be plastered all over your wall, I want it to be for a reason other than for your mates to whack off over. COPYRIGHT ~ Please note that I copyright my work for a reason and that's because it is MY work. If you want to steal my writing and claim it for yourself, I will take legal action. If you want the credit for works of literature...then write some yourself.
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God, yes, yes, YES please. I like to be in control but I love it when he fights to take that from me and then goes to town all over me.
Last orgasm with a partner - 28 May 2012 just before flying out. Mentally fucked by him nearly every day online. *purrrrrr*Urged on by a Lush liaison to do myself over while chatting online nine days ago.Just over a week with the spouse...gave me time to balance the household accounts.
I was actually talking to a lover/friend about this yesterday who said he wanted to chuck up his lunch at the thought. He felt that there were plenty of sufficient places for his dick to go, one of which had a tongue with which to tease, without resorting to the "human sewer". Then again, I remember nearly getting my head ripped off years ago when I asked a guy this exact question and he wouldn't speak to me for months because he thought I'd intimated that he was "a fag coz I want to do my chick in the arse." - direct quote.I personally can see the relevance in the whole taboo thing and other's view that it's a psycological thing...I write about submission a lot and although I'm not a fan of anal myself I do tend to gravitate toward it in my writing if I want to allude to a dominant/submission relationship, mainly because that seems to be the psyche of a lot of readers. I have to agree with Clum though...the question is very much a generalisation. A lot of guys may stick their dick in odd places when they're drunk but not all want to stick it in someone's butt.
Fingers - PinkVery naughty and funny
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Some extrs padding for the hips then ;-) More cushion for the pushin', I say ;)
I agree with Cyberborg ~ there's a distinct difference, otherwise at certain times I'd be guilty of cheating on my husband with my husband. (& those other two guys with him ;) lol)
I think we do all the time but in different ways other than the classic example of prostitution ie; in exchange for money.I know for a fact that I have a notorious habit of using sex as the currency itself ~ sort of "If you do this for me, I'll do that for you." & I'm not above flirting with guys if I think I'll get a better deal on a service like my mechanic or the Austar installation guy. (Cliched I know)I think in my 'younger', pre-husband days I would have done it to satisfy curiosity but I don't think I'd have the confidence now. I'm happy trading sexual favours in exchange for getting the dishes done on occassion.
Yee-hah!!! :DYour result for The Kinkyness Test ...Kinky bastard!Grats! You're 86% kinky!Well well well, you kinky bastard! Most likely you're into some weird shit, which is always great. Consider mailing the author of this test, and keep up the good work ;)
Minidevilette© 2012 “I’m having a quiet affair at work.” Grant said. “I’ll bet you are,” I answered sarcastically. “Behave,” he admonished. “I’d like you to play hostess for me.” It had been five days since he had demonstrated to me just how ineffectual my defiance was in the face of his determination and I had relived that afternoon over and over in my mind as I waited to be with...
Added 30 Apr 2012 | Category Reluctance
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Minidevilette© 2012 It was supposed to be one of ‘our’ days. Plans had been made, a rendezvous arranged, the countdown of hours dragging by until the appointed time. As I was dressing to be undressed he had called. Something had come up, an important last minute thing with colleagues. A business lunch. Cases hung in the balance and it couldn’t be put off. We’d have to reschedule. ...
Added 29 Apr 2012 | Category Reluctance
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Minidevilette© 2012 His blood thundered through his veins as he let the sound of her voice wash over him, the sweetest three syllables he thought he ever heard in his life. Certainly the most anticipated. Surrender. And he wasn’t going to give her any time to wonder if she’d made the right decision. He rolled his thumb over her pliant lower lip again, pulling it down from her teeth...
Added 01 Apr 2012 | Category Love Stories
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Minidevilette© 2012 This is part three in Sienna's encounter and it would probably be beneficial, although not entirely necessary, to get up to speed by reading the previous two chapters. My abject apologies to people who enjoyed Sienna Pt I & II and posted to let me know of their enthusiasm for more ~ I know it's been awhile but I'm getting it together again & Pt IV is in the works. I hope...
Added 31 Mar 2012 | Category Love Stories
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As I knelt, naked, next to the table scattered with the remains of the evening’s refreshment and picked through it for something to still the gnawing hunger in my stomach, it occurred to me that these people had no more regard for me than the lowliest slave who only ate after her betters and then only what they’d deemed not suitable for themselves. I’d seen myself in the small bathroom...
Added 02 Dec 2011 | Category Novels
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It seemed like Saturday was here in the blink of an eye. One minute it was Thursday afternoon and I was flopped on the floor of my room where Maitena had left me, dozing in post - orgasmic bliss and the next it seemed like I was getting ready to meet her. I had occupied the last day and a half with small, stress free pleasures like sleep, blatant avoidance of study and, after catching...
Added 12 Nov 2011 | Category Oral Sex
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I’m not sure if days of the week have the ability to be sentient but I’m convinced Thursday is plotting against me. Thursday is in cahoots with its cousins, Tuesday and Wednesday, to extend every one of their minutes to an hour, their hours to days, days to weeks. By the time my digital clock ticked over to 12.00 am I could feel Thursday laughing at me, the little red dots calmly blinking...
Added 15 Oct 2011 | Category Oral Sex
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The day after our first encounter together, Maitena turned up for our tutoring session, took one look at me and acted as if she hadn’t ordered me just twenty- four hours before to hump myself on her leg until I came. She drilled me relentlessly on the law of cosines and I began to wonder if my step – mother had tried to poison me at lunch yesterday, and instead of dying, I’d just experienced...
Added 07 Oct 2011 | Category Fetish
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I need to pass this crap. I have to understand this obscure shit. It’s no use. I’m never going to understand trigonometry. I can’t remember what prompted me to think I’d get a kick out of a Chemistry degree in the first place. I even have a tutor. Not that I’ve been learning much about the teachings of Hipparchus lately. The tutor was my dad’s idea. “Your step – mother and I are paying...
Added 05 Oct 2011 | Category Lesbian
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It had been six weeks since Sienna’s near death experience at the top of the club’s stairs and the subsequent encounter with the enigmatic bouncer who had since haunted her thoughts, both waking and unconscious. In that time she’d ditched the wannabe player who’d nearly caused her demise, aced her end of year Anthropology exams and reconnected with her friends. What surprised her, though,...
Added 02 Oct 2011 | Category Novels
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