Breaking the silence

I have been musing about returning to this world for some time, but now Blogger has advised they are going to be no longer allowing "sexually explicit" or "graphic nude" material in their blogs as of March 23rd.  Apparently the Adult Content warning isn't good enough for them anymore.

I am debating purchasing my own domain and moving things over there, but I am not sure it would be worth it given my long silence here.  I'm sure I've lost most of the regular readers I had and I am honestly not sure I have the energy to try and rebuild it all.

I'm curious -- how many of you are still following this site?  If you are seeing this, please leave me a comment.  I would love to know how many of you would follow me if I went elsewhere, or would be happy to see me return.

Love to all of you.

-- PB

UPDATE:  Apparently Google changed their minds on this one after receiving a LOT of backlash on the issue.  So: no changes needed, they will continue to allow adult content.  Let's hope that stays a thing.

Spring.me questions

I was recently asked two questions via the spring.me  app on the sidebar there:

"Will you grace us with your presence soon?"

I am glad to know I've been missed.  I have many ideas brewing for stories, I'm just low on time to write them.  Work is a pain that way.

I'll definitely be participating in Flash Fiction Friday again, just to keep active, so you can expect something new from me this Friday if not sooner.

The other question was:

"When you're upset, what always cheers you up?"

My comfort foods are chocolate and pizza (though not at the same time).  I also have some music and movies that will usually cheer me up. Movie-wise, Disney's "Aladdin", most Pixar movies, Star Wars, and Lord of the Rings.  Musically, Pink Floyd, Rush, and Jimmy Buffett are three definite go-tos for improving my spirits.

Oh, and let's not forget good old sex. I've almost never been so upset that sex wouldn't cheer me up.

Thanks for the inquiry, Anonymous!

-- PB

Found Wanting

Another day, another morning waking up with an erection and nothing useful to do with it.  Stuck with a ridge in his jeans, uncomfortable friction, rasping cloth against sensitive flesh already oversensitized from too many times jerking off.  Not for the first time he cursed his demonically high drive, particularly when there were no handy targets to vent it on.

His mind drifted, slipped sideways, came to rest on her (as it usually did in times like these).  Her impish smile, the way she bit her lip when she was aroused, the breathy little-girl voice she did so well.  He shifted uncomfortably, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.  This wasn't helping.  It didn't help to think of the feel of her silky hair, the taste of her tongue, the scent of her pussy when she was as turned on as he, the way she shrieked like a firebell when she came hard.  It didn't help at all to remember the velvety feel of her slick tunnel, the way she fitted herself to him with a happy sigh, the way she hooked her legs over his shoulders and crossed her ankles behind his head.  It was making things not the slightest bit better to recall the way she bounced up and down in his lap, begging him to play with her tits while he fucked her, to remember the insane heat of her body against his, the way she splashed against his crotch, fountaining out around and against him while he rocked deeper and deeper within.

Down went his jeans again, his boxer briefs along with them.  Rigid, commanding, standing tall, he took himself in hand and began to stroke, already breathing hard, hips bumping upward on the downbeat. Hazily, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt this would only be the first of many, many times. Knew she would be dancing in and out of his thoughts for the entire day, drifting from dream to dazed acceptance of reality, but still achingly hard and ready for another go. Knew he'd be coming up with more scenarios, more fantasies, even as he sprayed hot cum up onto his own shoulder and chest. Knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he had to take yet another break, to try doggedly to tame the beast, to get a few minutes' respite from the aching, throbbing hardness that returned any time he dared even think her name.

He wondered when he'd see her again, and how long it would take before she was screaming his name that time. He wondered who was sharing her bed right now, and if they had a clue how lucky they were. He wondered why she affected him like this, but as always found any explanation wanting. She just....was. Hooked on a feeling, addicted to her body, enjoying it to the hilt even as he hated the fact that he never had a moment's peace.

Absently, he wiped the cum off his chest, shoulders, stomach, groin. Tossed it into the nearby wastebasket nearly full of crumpled paper towels -- it'd be time to empty that again soon. He sighed, and regarded his already-twitching cock as it swelled, lengthened, thickened again, pointing at him in gleeful, hungry joy.

He got up and padded toward the bathroom, kicking the tangled clothing free of his ankles as he went. Maybe an icy shower would help. But he guessed it probably wouldn't.

-- PB

The phoenix arises!...........wow, that's overly dramatic, innit?

I've been away from here for quite a long time. I won't go into details, but it had to do with personal and emotional issues that were quite serious.  Those issues have been corrected, or at least greatly improved, and I'm once again at a point where I feel like sharing my sexy thoughts and musings with the world at large.

I wonder, how many readers do I have left after disappearing for so long? Tell me, how can I make it up to you all? First reader to comment with a "welcome back" gets a story written just for her (or him). :)

Seriously, though, if you are still reading or following this journal, I'd appreciate you dropping me a line, either by email or by leaving a comment.  I'm quite aware that being offline for so long has probably cost me most of the fans I might have had, but am nevertheless curious how many of you are still with me.

More stories, poetry, musings, fantasies and more to follow in the next few weeks. I promise.

-- PB

e[Lust] #43

Photo courtesy of Beck and Her Kinks

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Pain In My Ass
Chivalry
Think Different
Open vs Poly
Escaping the Individual
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Take me in
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A Naughty Nurse Setup!
Afternoon Delight
Sexy Single
Tender is the Night
Butch on Butch
A change of plan
Anal: The Final Frontier
When He Comes In My Mouth
Morning Surprise

Winter

Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part One
Simple
My dirty fantasy
Pleasure
The Peace of Wild Things
Camping Conquests
Collar & Lead
Eat Me
Shhh! Come Here!
The End of The World – Almost
Restraints For A Good Girl
Of Human and Whore
Silver Fox, Mynx, and the Hunter – Part VI: Take Two
A Story For Sir

Happy Valentine's Day

Just a quick note as I'm swamped with work. I hope everyone has a happy, loving, sensual Valentine's Day, filled with lots of hot sex with your partner of choice. Have a great one, folks.

-- PB

"Doctor, Doctor"

Waiting to see the doctor always sucks. It's universal. No doctor is ever, ever on time, and so you're always reduced to reading one of the ancient magazines left in their waiting room, staring at the wall, trying to avoid being sneezed or coughed on by the other less considerate patients, and in general trying to pass the time without going out of your head. Then when you finally get called for your appointment, thirty minutes late, you get taken back to the tiny waiting room and then spend another half hour cooling your heels while you wait for the doctor to make his appearance.

Yes, it truly sucks. So it was no surprise at all to me that when I accompanied you for your yearly checkup that you were casting about for something to do while we waited, and of course your mind went where it always does. And of course mine was right there with you. We make a good pair, we do.

Your fingers dance over your smartphone's keyboard, and *bzzt* goes my own phone. I pull it out, and my eyes widen just a little bit: 

F:  I'm not wearing any panties. Just so you know.

I breathe deep and cast you a furtive glance. You're already grinning, not even bothering to hide it. I Swype out a reply and a few seconds later your own phone vibrates. I notice you are holding it a little closer to your crotch than most people do, and that your eyelashes fluttered just a bit when it went off. 

M:  Ah, good! Then it seems we had the same idea this morning. Neither am I.

Now it's your eyes that widen, trailing down my body to the ridge rising in my jeans. The outline is very pronounced, but of course you can't resist feeling for yourself, placing a hand on my thigh in mock sympathy, asking me in your public voice if I'm sure I'm feeling okay, "accidentally" brushing lingeringly against the ridge in my jeans. Your solicitous chatter covers my indrawn breath; how thoughtful of you.

My phone buzzes again. When did you have time to type another message? 

F:  Ooooo. Nice and hard for me already. Tell me, baby, what are you going to do with that big hard cock?

My hands shake and three times I miskey my response. Finally your phone buzzes with my response:

M:  Oh, I don't know. Thought I might, for example, slide it deep into your hot, wet pussy. Since, you know, it's bound to be wet by now. I know how naughty you are.

You shift in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs. Now it's my turn to ask if you're feeling okay. A few seconds, and my phone vibrates: 

F:  Of course. Your naughty girl. But you like me that way, don't you? You like it when I get so turned on telling you what I'm going to do to you. You like your girl all hot and wet and ready for you.

Now we're both breathing fast. The others in the room are giving us concerned looks, wondering if we might have the flu. Both of us are flushed, beads of sweat forming on our foreheads. Your phone buzzes: 

M:  I do like it. In fact I love it. I love the way you are instantly ready to go. I love the way all I have to do is whisper in your ear and you're dripping for me. It makes it so much easier for me to slide a couple fingers in. Or, for example, something bigger.

You lick your lips and give me a sultry look from under those lashes. Your fingers dance over the keyboard again. My phone: 

F:  Bigger? Why, whatever do you mean, lover?

Your phone buzzes with my response, but before you can pull it up, the receptionist calls your name.  On shaky legs you stand, and I'm right there, arm around your waist, to support you, my hand "accidentally" squeezing your ass on the way by.

We're ushered back into the waiting room. The PA takes your blood pressure and temperature and then tells you to strip down to your underwear and put on the gown. "The doctor will be with you in a few minutes," she says, and then leaves.

The click of the door closing is as loud as a gunshot. We look at each other, the hunger in our gazes almost palpable.

It's you that makes the first move, stepping away from me. You pull your dress up and over your head, slowly, sensuously, with a little wriggle that accentuates your curves. I drink in the sight of that gorgeous body, reaching out a hand to stroke your thigh. A small slap brings me back. "Nuh-uh", you say sharply. "No touching. The doctor will be here in a few minutes, remember?" You pull the gown on and begin tying it, but your hands fumble with the knots and it's obvious to me that your mind is still elsewhere.

I step close and put my hands on your waist. "Wait," you say, weakly, "the doctor."  "Yes," I murmur, drawing the S out and out. "The doctor. But he'll be running late. They always do." I slide my hands inside the gown -- not hard to do -- and run them along your stomach, down to your thighs.

Suddenly I realize I'm feeling cotton there. What? Was I so stunned by watching you undress that I missed something that obvious? I hook a finger inside the waistband: yup, panties. "I thought you said you weren't wearing any!" You look back over your shoulder with that gamin grin. "I lied," you say simply. "I might need to be spanked."

Maybe another time. The very fact that you want the spanking immediately makes me decide not to give you one. Instead I just hook my fingers into that waistband and pull, yanking those panties down to your ankles. "No!" you gasp. "We can't....no time, we'll......get.......caught." The pauses between words are punctuated with sighs; my hands are still active, now cupping the globes of your ass, now roaming around in front. I slip a finger down to those plump lips and find you wet, so wet, ready and raring to go. "Naughty, naughty girl," I murmur reprovingly. "Mustn't disobey me like that. When I want my girl, I take her. You know this by now."

"Yes," you murmur, sighing, leaning back into me, wiggling your ass against me, rubbing yourself against the front of my jeans. "Don't want to get caught, but I.....oh god." You moan as I slip three fingers into your wet pussy. "I......oh. I don't.....ohh! Unhh!!! I don't care any more. Please......"

"Please what?" I tease, rubbing a thumb over your clit. "Does my girl need to be fucked now? Does she need my cock after all?"

"Oh yes," you moan, and punctuate it with a shiver so violent it almost flings the gown, already precariously tied, off your body completely. "Do me now. Do me any way you like. But hurry!"

With three quick movements my zipper is down and my jeans are down to my knees. My cock springs free immediately -- unlike you, I wasn't lying about not wearing any underwear -- and it throbs angrily in the cool air. I sit down hard on the doctor's stool and spin you around to face me. Your feet tangle in the sodden mass of your panties; I help you get one foot free but the other shoe binds up and they stay hooked around that foot. Neither of us cares. I draw you closer, spreading your legs with one hand. You straddle me, reaching for my cock, pointing me the right way. I look up at you, hair hanging in your face, lips puffy with lust, and I think again that you are so. very. fucking. hot when you are really needing to get fucked.

Then everything disappears in a rising tide of pleasure as you impale yourself on me, hard. You aren't just wet; you are utterly soaked, and it's a good thing, because you rock me deep inside you with one thrust and immediately you're shaking, gasping, bouncing up and down on me. My hands lift and drop you, fondling your ass, squeezing. I'm so hard. So hot. Aching for you. Your cunt clutches at me eagerly, welcoming the invasion. I am gripped by velvet.

Moaning. Both of us are moaning now, quietly, but getting louder. I've never felt so hot, so out of control. I want this godlike pleasure to last and last but the minutes are ticking by and we need to get off and get you off me before the doctor comes in. I thrust harder; you pull me deeper into you. I lift you higher and drop you faster; you lean forward and bite my shoulder to stifle your cries. I lunge to my feet, supporting you on that bar of flesh still sunk so deeply inside you; you wrap your legs around my ass, hook your arms around my neck, and capture my mouth for a violent tongue duel. I slam you none too gently against the wall, trapping you there, helpless to resist my pounding. Thrusting, up and in, in, into that hot wetness, into the glorious ecstasy that is your cunt, in, into you. "Harder," you moan, "deeper," and "yes, baby, yes," I answer you, suiting word to deed. Bottoming out in your hot pussy, my legs straining as I shove myself deep inside you, shaking with need.

"Oh god," I moan, voice cracking, "I'm gonna," and "yes, oh yes, do it, fill me," you cry. Your eyes are wild, lost, swept away. They lock with mine, the electricity arcing between us. The lust sears, it burns. I tremble, I quake, I feel the rush, feel you clamp me even harder. Your mouth opens wide, captures mine again, and we scream at the top of our lungs into each others' mouths when I empty my balls deep inside you. Your heels dig into my ass, your thighs tighten around me. You bite my tongue and then you're shaking, convulsing yourself, hips banging rhythmically against me, unable to stop yourself even if you'd wanted, coming so hard it's almost painful.

I thrust a last time, deeper still, straining to my utmost, every muscle locked.......and then slowly, slowly, return to this plane of reality. My ass unclenches, I come down off my tiptoes. You slide slowly down the wall and I put my hands on your ass to steady you. I pull back and out of you, breathing hard. Glance at the clock on the wall, and now I panic in earnest. Quickly I pull my jeans up, my wet cock rasping deliciously against the rough denim. I help you adjust the gown more decorously, and we quickly grab a handful of tissues to mop me off your thighs.

We look at each other, grinning like a pair of idiots...and then jump apart a few feet as there's a knock at the door. "Come in," you call in a rusty voice, and the doctor enters, looking down at your chart. "Well, miss........." he starts, and then falters to a stop. We both follow his gaze, and realize that we've forgotten your panties, still tangled around one of your shoes.

Both of us go bright red. The doctor merely raises an eyebrow, and closes the door behind him. "Well," he muses, matter-of-factly. "What seems to be the trouble today?"

He looks up, eyes twinkling. "Quite obviously, it isn't a problem with our sex life, hmmm?"

-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday 2-1-13: "Unspoken"

Word Limit = 300 words
Key Phrase = hazy
Extra Credit = Figure out who's taking the picture, or, tell us where the husband is.

The air was heavy, thick, redolent with citrus and jasmine, cigarette smoke, and a darker, more primal scent overlaying all. The ceiling fans spun lazily, doing little to stir the haze. I cared not; my attention lay elsewhere.

All night I'd watched them, mutely appraising. Watched them queer the pitch for every sad bastard who came along and thought the exposure of skin was a license for grabbing, or assumed they must be available merely because they were unoccupied. Watched the interlopers slink away, torn in small pieces by razor tongue and the thousand-yard stare from dead, dead eyes.

Once or twice I caught the hooded gaze of the one in red. The glitter of those eyes was absolute, would admit of no authority, no passions. It belied the animal hungers so plain in every deliberate movement she made. The blonde – caressing her friend's shoulders slowly, once in a while leaning over to whisper inarticulate nothings – studiously refused to look at me at all. Her nipples stood tall, her breasts were drawn tight; occasionally she would trail a hand down between her legs and touch herself, and her eyes would close in heavy-lidded pleasure.

And then the one in red seemed to come to a decision. She raised her head and looked at me, deliberately, insolently. Her hands went to her dress and slid it up, up, till I could see all too easily the dusky rose of her cunt. It glistened like a promise.

I looked at her. “Why?” I wanted to know. “What makes me different from the rest of them?” I indicated the room with a slow sweep of my hand.

Her red red mouth shaped the words precisely. “I admire restraint,” she breathed. “Makes it more fun breaking that restraint.”

Director's Commentary:

This was a fantastic photo. It has a very noir-ish feel to it and I tried to inject a bit of that into this piece. I get the impression that this is one of those parties where just about anything goes, but the host (or hostess) won't tolerate any excessive familiarity unless the recipient is clearly interested. I think these two would have to put up with a lot of offers all night, and so I was curious how they might react to a man who deliberately did *not* pursue them. It seems he's won the cigar.

Who took the picture? Perhaps it was a photographer who the hostess has paid to capture interesting tableaus. There is a sense of coiled promise in this particular layout; even if it were live video, I doubt you would see much more movement than what's captured here. It's all being spoken with body language; all the communication is wordless.

Thanks to Advizor for putting together this week's Flash Fiction Friday. Go check him out, won't you, to see who else is playing.

-- PB

TMI Tuesday for 1-29-13: "Describe It"

Describe It

1. Describe your or a lover’s penis with a movie title.

Well, since I haven't had any bisexual play yet, I have to describe my own rather than a lover's. "Die Hard", I think, sums it up pretty well. I have pretty decent stamina, but more than that, I'm pretty much almost always ready to go. And if I'm *not* hard at any given time, it doesn't take more than a few seconds of kissing or stroking to get me there. :)

2. Describe your pussy or a lover’s pussy with a movie title.

Since I don't possess one of my own, I have to go with describing my lover's. "Wild Orchid" works for me. They -- and her pussy -- are just lovely. 

3. Describe your last sexual encounter with a song title. 

"Memory Daydreams Lapses" by the prog-metal project OSI....because it was more than a month and a half ago and I'm starting to forget what sex is like.

 4. Describe your body with a song title.

"Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd. I'm not numb, but I am quite comfortable with my body and content in my own skin. I want to lose some weight, but I'm working on that. 

5. Describe your sexual appetite with a book, song, or movie title. 

I'll do better than that -- I'll go all three. For a book, Robert A. Heinlein's "Time Enough for Love", because I feel there should always be time for love, lust and sex in life. For a song, "Can't Get Enuff" by Winger, because my drive is incredibly high. And for a movie, "Some Like It Hot", because well, who doesn't love hot sex with a hot partner?

 Bonus: Recommend your favorite sexy, sensual or kink oriented book.

My favorite sex manual is the dk.com version of the Kama Sutra, "Kama Sutra: Step by Step". Gorgeous models and beautifully illustrated -- very very hot indeed. My favorite series with actual story but lots of sex in it is Jacqueline Carey's first "Kushiel" trilogy.

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Flash Fiction Friday 1-25-13: "Lighthaze"

 

FFF for Friday Jan 25

The light was overwhelming. Even through the loosely tied scarf, it permeated her, suffused her.  Wrapped loosely in white linen, she breathed steadily, evenly, while he completed his task. Anticipation coiled lazily in her stomach, twisting, twisting. The rough texture of denim on her bare ass only heightened the sensation.

She blew a tendril of hair out of her mouth and he smacked her flank lightly. "Hey," he admonished. "I said no movement." She smiled to herself at the tremble in his voice. Betrayed by his own lust.

She heard his buckle being undone, then the purr of the zipper. He knelt, straddling her legs. Groaning, he pressed against her. Groaning, he slid home. A small sound escaped her, a soft sigh of acceptance. She planted her hands more firmly against the wall and rocked back against him. Ragged breathing was her only response. Her forehead dropped, pressed against the cool of the headboard, rested there.

Abruptly he stiffened, emitted a strangled cry. She felt him flooding into her, and rejoiced.

After, he lay alongside her, stroking her lightly. His hands were rough but tender.

"I wasn't....too hard on you, was I?" he asked, wanting reassurance. She rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. Barely thirty seconds, she thought, no, I don't think that was too much.

But she smiled, and said, "You did fine, honey. We'll try for longer next time."

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Word = Dark or light (but not both in the same piece)
Word Length = 300 for 1, 150 for 2, or 75 for 3
Extra Credit = Where did she go to college?

Director's commentary:

I absolutely love the lighting of this shot. Something about the way the guy in this photo is fumbling with the knots and the posture of her body suggested an inexperienced guy who wants to play around with some bondage. I thought I'd have some fun with the idea that he got so excited by it that he only lasted a short time. Who's the woman? Is she his girlfriend? His wife? His mistress? A call girl? You decide. To me, she's his wife, indulging him and turned on by the idea, but a little disappointed at the execution. Well, not everything in the bedroom works out perfectly. That's why you practice until you get it right for all participants. :)

Where did she go to college? She looks like a Vassar girl to me. Don't ask me why.

Thanks to Advizor for putting this one together. If you want to see who else is playing, drop by his page.

Happy FFF! 

-- PB