And finally, I remember damp leaves and fine silty mud slowly coating my hair, back, arse and thighs. And his knees.
My arse is throbbing with the afterburn of sex, and I make a mental note to see roughly how long the sensation lasts. Anal sex is full of sensation for me: the quicksilver threads of […]
One of the first times I had sex in a car it was moving and I had the added concern of my boyfriend’s parents occupying the front seats as we drove from Melbourne to country Victoria. I have no recollection of where we had been, but I recall the interminable drone of their conversation as the brightly lit streets of the city slid past. I also knew where I was going when Warren stopped kissing me, looked deeply into my eyes, slid his finger under the elastic of my knickers and into my very wet pussy for the first time.
This months prompt “Susanna”, suggested by the fabulous May Moore from @more_matters and SexMatters drew five entries. Given that kinky folk were highly preoccupied with #Eroticon2018, and the #SmutMarathon I think this was a very respectable (!) turnout.
1. Who was the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them?
His name was Neil, he was a Kiwi, and his parents were friends with my parents. He took me to the circus when we were about 11, and we managed to get in for free thanks to some clever management on his part.
an outside bed hung with a mosquito net canopy would make a fine addition at the Oasis (my studio space), I could lay and watch the stars during and then after I am done.
His hair was very long, curving to his waist in a thick dark sheet, heavy and aromatic. He invited me to touch, explaining that he’d washed it that morning.
Sometimes I find myself craving the erotic build up of anticipation, of the need for touch, the flash of shared passion and spontaneity along with a strong sense of mutual concordance.
12. My mannequin (and my rope) are some of my (newest) favorite toys.
11. I look forward to visiting the UK this year.
10. When my alarm clock goes off, I’m shocked. Usually I don’t do the alarm thing..
9. My cat gets mad at me for using the vibrator when she wants to sleep.
I love Gustav Klimt’s painting of Danae being impregnated by Zeus in a shower of molten gold. This, and the knowledge that I am not the only one who loves this work decided me to use it for the ArtTwist#3 prompt. I love the dreamy expression on Danae’s face in the work, as she clutches the knowledge of her arousal and penetration to her, but above all I love the lusciousness of Danae’s glorious arse. While mine is nowhere near as magical as that in the painting, I love the way it looks in this photo.