I wonder......

I wonder....

...what you're thinking right now. Whether your mind is drifting in the same gutter that mine is, thinking of the same sorts of delightfully decadent scenes. Whether your brain continues returning over and over again to that night we spent, replaying it in excruciating detail, teasing and exciting, embarrassing and delighting. Or whether you're thinking nothing of the sort, musing idly about grocery lists and laundry to be done and the bill you got from the mechanic. I wonder how I can find out. I wonder if I send these thoughts out, if you'll receive them. I wonder if you'll find your breath coming hard and fast as you get inexplicably turned on, or if the signal will go unreceived, winging its way ever outward through the sparkles of distant worlds and uncaring stars. 

I wonder....

...what you're wearing. Whether you've got on business casual, or the "executive" look that's so hot on a woman, or whether you're just clad in ratty jeans and a T-shirt for booming down the highway in a convertible. I wonder whether it slashes along your body in razor-sharp lines, attempting to conceal curves that are a crime to hide, or whether it does what I long so much to do, cupping and caressing those same curves with a lover's touch. I wonder how what you're wearing would impede me when I begin inevitably removing it from your body. Is it flimsy and easily torn free? Is it expensive, preventing fits of wild passion? Or did you anticipate me as you so often do, wearing something that gives me easy access for fingers and tongue and cock? 

I wonder....

 ...what it is you see in me. What it is about me that has you circling around me like a moth to the flame, playing with fire, singing your wings. Why you seem to think I'm different from everyone else to come along your path. Whether I really am different from everyone else to come along your path, or whether I just want the same thing, deep down. Whether I have the balls to open up to you the same way you've opened yourself to me. Whether you'd be shocked by what you found there if I did, or if you'd see in me the dark reflection of the hungers you're afraid to admit to yourself. 

I wonder....

...how many times you came that night. You never said, but I thought it was at least three. That first one I could barely detect; there was just a sharp intake of breath and you bit your lower lip. Your body tensed up and then relaxed, and I thought "That's a good start". Then you were riding the curve, riding me upward again. I felt you clench me, urgently, so urgently, gripping me so hard I thought I'd lose it too, but then you collapsed on me and fell still, and I was able to back away from the brink. That third time, though...that was a wonder. Vases cracked and windows crazed with the force of your scream, and with you shoving yourself back at me like that, there was no way I could keep from coming too. My answering roar mingled with your still-crescendoing shriek, merging and then drifting away again, another kind of lovemaking. Three at least, but maybe there were more? 

I wonder....

...who you're spending time with today, and I hate them a little bit for getting to do what I can't. Stroll with you in the sunlight, brush your hair away from behind your ear, listen to the bubbling stream of your conversation as it flows effortlessly from topic to topic. I wonder if they have the same nasty thoughts about you that I do. I wonder if they've ever acted on them. I wonder if you liked it when they did, if you embraced them eagerly, if your hips came up and pressed against them as they slid home into that hungry cunt, or if you straight-armed them and kept them off with a sharp retort. I wonder if you liked it so much that you're about to have them again. I wonder if it's hate, or jealousy, or delight on your behalf that has me so hard just thinking about it. 

I wonder...

...when I'll see you again. Whether we'll be able to break free of the obligations we have for another stolen moment in time, or somehow manage the luxury of a day or two uninterrupted. Whether we'll have to make it fast, a quickie in some dark corner, heated sighs and urgent mergings that are too too quickly lost, or whether we might get a bit of actual time to explore and tease and caress, to grip each other tightly, to take hold and keep from sliding off the skin of the world. Whether we can ignore the many demands on our attention for a sphere of quiet, a bubble of time when nothing matters but giving pleasure to each other between cool crisp sheets in a faraway room miles above any other distractions. Or whether it'll once again be longing looks, smoky glances, gentle touch of hand to cheek, but nothing more. 

I wonder...

 ...all this and so much more.

-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 10-1-10

(Source image by Igor Shitikov)

Your challenge for this Friday, 10-1-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 150-200 words. Here, also, is a phrase for you to use in your submission:

"...in a golden haze..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.

(Click for details on FFF!)

Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Flash Fiction Friday 9-24-10: "Office Politics"

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Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 9-24-10

(Source image: "Monika" from MPL Studios)

Your challenge for this Friday, 9-24-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 128-188 words. And here's a required phrase for you to fit into your submission:

"...defiantly, she awaited [his or her] command..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.

(Click for details on FFF!)

Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Writing an Erotic Novel

I've gotten another question via the Formspring box at the top right of this site (go on, try it, it's easy!). This person's question was:

"Do you think you could ever write an erotic novel, and if so, what theme would you go for?"

Could I? Well, sure. I've written several already, actually. The first one I wrote some years ago when I was still with Faith (if you don't remember Faith, go here for the story). It was an erotic fantasy tale, about 39,000 words long (novella length, really) with very thinly disguised versions of myself and her as the two leads in the story. She seemed to enjoy it, but I've never been very happy with it since I wrote it over a period of just over a week and it seemed rushed to me. Since then I've written several more -- two of them fantasy-themed (unconnected with the first, or each other), one of them a paranormal-romance type (years before Laurell K. Hamilton hit the bestseller lists with her Anita Blake tales, I should note -- bad timing on my part), one of them your standard slice-of-life, and one of them a gothic horror tale. With lots of sex in all of them, of course.

Why aren't they in print? The usual. No publisher has wanted to take a chance on them (you think marketing a standard fantasy novel is tough, try marketing an erotic fantasy novel). All publishers I've submitted them to have rejected them. Sometimes I dust them off and send them back out again when I get the rejections, but sometimes I put them away to rework and modify some more.

Anyhow, yes, I've written several, and may write more if I have spare time. I don't have as much of that as I used to.

(And yes, there will be an EFF post later today).

-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday 9-17-10: "Deep Rising"

 (Source image: "The Kiss" by Vitaly S Alexius; click for larger size)

“You're what?” she said very slowly.

“I am a water elemental, milady,” came the reply -- low, sibilant, rich and inviting.

She shook her head. “I don't believe in stuff like that.”

He chuckled appreciatively, ripples dancing, spreading outward from where he stood in the lake. “Then let me show you,” he said.

Slowly, she waded forward, almost without volition, the water lapping at her thighs now, her eyes dreaming and clouded. He flowed forward and up, rising in a vortex, gyring skyward in torrents, then cascading and settling over her. She gasped at the sensations, splashed with pure heat, feeling him slide into her, liquid gone suddenly very rigid indeed, thrusting, unutterably slick and hot. Fire and water met in crescendo at her mouth, bubbles dancing over her skin as he covered her, teasing and exciting every inch of her body.

“Yes...you are,” she sighed.

(Click for details on FFF!)

Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 110-154 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...splashed with pure heat..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com  (Drench is new this week; go say welcome!)
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Laura:  http://romanceandbondage.blogspot.com
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com
Elisabeth:  http://writingsondomesticbliss.wordpress.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Big Geek:  http://getting-a-grip.blogspot.com
Trazuredpet:  http://hisslaveahavanaimah.blogspot.com  (Trazure is also new this week; go say welcome to her as well!) 
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com 
Liley Brown:  http://kristonia0everbell.wordpress.com  (Liley is still another newcomer; please say hello!) 
Bilinda:  http://fantasiesofanunofficialconcubine.blogspot.com
Slow Burn:  http://burnslowly-slowburn.blogspot.com
Chocolate Puss:  http://chocolatepuss.tumblr.com 

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 9-17-10

 (Source image: "The Kiss" by Vitaly S Alexius; click for larger size)

Your challenge for this Friday, 9-17-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 110-154 words. Here's a phrase for you to use in your submission:

"...splashed with pure heat..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.

(Click for details on FFF!)

Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Flash Fiction Friday 9-10-10: "Exaltation"

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Something in the Air

There must be something in the air. Library Vixen's post from yesterday asked the question: "ever had one of those days where you can't come enough?"

Yes. Oh, yes. In fact, I'm having one of them today.

I wonder, is it different for women? Are you better able to hide your desire, that flush of heat, the hardening nipples and trickling wetness that heralds your arousal? Can you keep your quickening breathing, your pulse throbbing at your temples, your heart thumping against your ribcage, quiet? Are the people around you clueless about your raging desire, that want, the desperate need to get off, now, please, do me hard and fast and any way you like?

Guys, I think, have a bit more difficulty, especially if we work with lots of other people. A woman I knew (a pervert just like me) told me that the first thing she did with just about any guy was check out his crotch to see if he was packing. Twenty, thirty, a hundred times a day she'd be scanning the bulge at the latest guy's groin, assessing, wondering if he was nice and hard, if he was shifting uncomfortably, if he was trying to adjust to make his excitement less noticeable, if he was tormented by desire and frustration as well. Her relentless scrutiny used to get her some embarrassed looks, but sometimes it got her a good hard fucking too when she ran into a guy who was just as bold and overt as she was. (She checked one guy out who was very obviously hard as a rock and he caught her....but grinned and said "Do you like what you see?" That led to him fucking her in the bathroom of the bar and grill, a tale she recounted with relish).

And for someone like me who's almost always thinking about sex, trying to keep that hidden from the world at large becomes second nature. I like to think that I've gotten fairly good at it over the years, but I have to wonder whether any of the women I see daily are checking me out and grinning to themselves as they see that I'm sporting a railspike under my jeans.

So days like today, when no distractions are worth anything at all, when fantasies flare through my head at lightspeed, when even the slightest touch, every slight movement makes me throb and pulse and leak precum into my boxer briefs, when I dream of fucking and fucking and fucking until I'm sore and exhausted....those days can be pure hell. I can excuse myself and sneak off to the bathroom, where I whip my pants down, grab my cock and flog it relentlessly until my frustration erupts, spraying into the toilet almost angrily. I clean up, tuck myself away, and get back to work....and ten or fifteen minutes later, I'm swelling and pulsing and throbbing again, my crotch bulging, a ridge in my jeans delineating my desire. And I sigh softly, and grit my teeth, and try to concentrate on anything else, and fail miserably.

And the images whirl through my brain. You're bent over the couch, waggling your ass at me, purring "Come and get me, babe." Your hair is sweeping over my body as you slide against me, crawling up and over and around me, your tongue trailing small swirls over my skin, making me shiver and moan. You're riding me standing, your legs wrapped around me, biting my shoulder to stifle screams. You're openly rubbing my crotch as we sit at the bar, your eyes capturing mine, promising naughtiness beyond belief later on. Your head is bobbing on my cock as I push us past a hundred miles per hour on a straight open road, the windblast ripping my shrieks of ecstasy away and flinging them into the desolate wilderness where only scorpions and vultures are there to hear. I'm balls deep in you with your legs up over my shoulders, pumping you long and slow and deep, your wetness splashing out with every stroke. I'm stroking my cock with a lewd grin as you watch, your hand moving between your legs, our locked gazes smoking and searing. I'm tasting you, my tongue dipping into your honey, my face coated with it, nose rubbing your clit, lips wrapping around it to drive you over the edge for your fifth orgasm in twenty minutes.

Faster and faster they come, the fantasies, the scenarios. My cock throbs. My breath is coming faster. I can't concentrate on a damn thing. I can't form sentences properly, can't work, can't get anything done. My imagination is running wild again and I can't rein it in. Faster and faster, a thundering stallion beyond all control. And I feel like a stallion too, a stallion or a bull, pawing the ground, snorting, my cock getting harder and harder as these images assault me relentlessly.

Faster and faster, more and more details. We're making love in a cool blue room full of silk and soft pillows and velvet. I'm grinding against you in the midst of a crowd at a concert, trying to find some way to get free of my pants and under your miniskirt to slip up and into you. I'm watching you pump me slowly, your fingers slipping excruciatingly up and down my shaft, your face self-satisfied as I pulse and drool cum all over your hands. I'm taking you from behind, ruthlessly, roughly, spanking you till you shriek, yanking on your hair, filthy words falling in a rain from your lips. You're poised atop my cock, riding me slowly, hair hiding your face, soft sighs and murmurs and endearments in a steady stream. You're on the other end of the phone, telling me in detail what you're doing to yourself, telling me you're my little plaything, dirty glee in your voice as you shake and cum hard. You're lying on the table, breasts bobbling as I slide in and out of you, eyes rolling back in your head as I bottom out deep in your cunt.

God, it's hard to get through days like this. No sooner do I explode (into the toilet, into my hand, into the sink, into a tissue, into a wastebasket) than the beast rears its head again. And the stain on the inside of my briefs gets larger, and my head fills with images again, and I slide back into the abyssal whirl of fantasy, fucking and coming and fucking and coming and slipping and sliding, sighs and gasps and screams and murmurs, taking you relentlessly, over and over, over and over and over....and there's no rest. No rest for the wicked. No rest for the devious, the imaginative, the dreamer.

Having a vivid imagination is sometimes more curse than blessing.

-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 9-10-10

 (Source image: "Into Tub" by Kathy Slamen)

Your challenge for this Friday, 9-10-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 60-88 words. Here's a phrase for you to use in your submission: 

"...the candles' glow was like..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.

(Click for details on FFF!)

Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

e[Lust] #19

Photo courtesy of Emmy

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #20? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

The Rules - She squirmed in her chair as if impaled there by my finger slowly pushing in and out. “But I can tell you that on our third date, I want something a lot bigger than your finger in me.”

Consensual Nonconsent - He told me he was going to do whatever he wanted to me, and he wanted me to not give consent. He wanted to take it from me. He wanted me to say no, and the less l liked something the harder it would make him.

Love and light - So I move on, not as a submissive, but as the smart mature strong woman that I know that I am. I will credit him with changing me. Changing the way I see myself.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Confessional: Annual Reminder - In the dark, in the car, in the parking lot of a somewhat posh store, he got a fantastic blowjob as uptight conservatives drove past us.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What's Been Eating Emmy - A yearly test is good for most, but if you find you are playing with a larger than usual number of people, go get retested. Put yourself and your future partners mind at ease.

See also: Pleasurists #92 and #93 for all your sex toy review needs.


All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationship

Adventures in Buttsex
Beginner Anal Positions
Clever Slut
Ever Changing
Jane Says: Take A2M Precautions
The Big Poly Secret - The Kreplit Famine
The P-Spot is the New Male Orgasm
Vaginal Cosmetic Surgery
What is Love?

Erotic Writing

"...is Hard to Do"
Bathroom Blowjobs
Dance of The Veil(Erotic Fiction Writing)
Erotica: A "Break In" - Fantasy pt1
Foreplay – An Erotic Beginning
Her Birthday
In Plain Sight...
Just a Friend
Loki At Play
my turn
Mike & Jenny In The Bookstore
Need
On Fucking Jesus
Poem
School Detention
Trust Me
The Ordeal (Part Three)
The Heat of the Moment
The Closet
The Lioness
The Belt
The Brazilian
The Show
Voyeur ISO....


Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

A New Day
Interview with Athena Hollow of Geek Girls Online
KSL’s 2nd Anniversary
My Evening Out
What Happened?

Kink & Fetish

A Drink and A Smoke
Begging, Pleading
Basement
Dangerous Rope
Day 1- Define Your Kinky Self
How To Find A Mistress
I’m Here, I’m Queer???
Kissing, is all
Leash
Punishment and an Ominous Chain
The Maid and the Jewels
Temple
the 2nd night with the Farmer
Total orgasmic destruction
What FetLife Has Done

Flash Fiction Friday 9-3-10: "The Flame Within"

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Am I a Dom?

Surfacing from the flood of work that has engulfed me THIS week, too. Can't wait till things back off a bit and I can devote more time here.

Some of you may have noticed that I've added a Formspring box on the right for the curious. If you want to know something about me, feel free to ask! You don't need a Formspring account, or anything else -- it's just a way to send me queries if you feel like being anonymous, or if you don't want to send me an email.

As it happens, I got my first Formspring question yesterday. Someone asked me:

"Are you a Dom?"

In the traditionally used sense, where the Dom in question is into BDSM or has a "mistress" or "slave" or "sub" that he controls, I'm not. Oh, I have dominant tendencies -- I think a cursory glance at many of the entries here would tell you that -- but it's not my primary mode of operation.

I do confess a few sexy ladies I've talked to through this journal have expressed a wish to let me dominate them, and it's a powerful attraction. Nothing's ever come of it, though. I talk a big game, you see. :)

Anyhow, there's your answer. Not a Dom in the traditional sense, just somebody with dominant tendencies occasionally.

If you want to ask me something, what's keeping you? G'wan, use the little widget on the right. Or, y'know, send me an email and I'll answer privately. Your choice.

See you all tomorrow for FFF. Thanks to those who've told me they're playing along so far.

-- PB