~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Roadmaps of Consent – I fucking love consent. I love safewords. I can be much more cruel, and push much harder, if I trust my partner to tell me when I go too far.

Staying Safe – One cock, from one man, missing one condom, ultimately led to my brother’s death. And that sucks.

Flying the Friendly Skies – One button on her sweater was undone, there was a rip in her hose, scratches on her boots, and her hair was carelessly pinned back with stray wisps of hair escaping. There was a curious flavor of soiling about her, something a bit dirty and unkempt.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Labels and my thoughts… - In the past year and a half I have gone from being someone that was lost, without identity that fit, rattling around inside myself to someone that has names for what they are.

~ e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly

See also: Pleasurists #116 and #117 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!

Kink & Fetish

5 Kinky Toys from the Dollar Store
Alive in my Skin
Dacryphilia
Digitalized for Posterity
Eroti…ca
filthy…
He ripped a string of orgasms from me, and then ramped it up
Manual Dexterity
Nadia’s Surprise
Orgasms, Spoons Rests, and Fishnets! (The Play Party)
Punishment, humiliation and bondage
Schoolgirl in Saturday Detention
Steeling The Show
Water torture

Erotic Writing

A Little Night Music
Afternoon darkness
Crisp White Linens
dancing with (& then kinkily fucking) the dj
In the Mirror
Lope
Morning Sex
My First Anal Sex
September 1935
Shutter
Schoolgirl Part 1
Teenage Bukkake
Transition
You’re Gonna Keep My Soul

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Doggie Kind of Love
Ashamed?! Are You Kidding Me?
Giggles, Groans and Panting
I Can Imagine How You Feel
Sex As Love
6 Moves Men Need to Be Sex Gods in the Bedroom
Terminology Fundamentalism
The COME HITHER QUIVER -or- How To Squirt
This Love
What I Want

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Kink Network Announces the Opening of Their Adult Blog Host Kinky-Blogging.com
Porn, degradation, and Khan Tusion
Women With Two Vaginas
Kink, virginity and big-tittied whores

I vividly remember those words leaving my lips. I’m pretty sure that was the green-light. I knew from that point there was no turning back, I didn’t want to. After that, everything is jumbled in my memory. Flashes here and there. My lips on hers while he kissed the back of my neck. Hands, so many of them everywhere. I was wearing clothing but somewhere between the couch and the bed, I was completely nude. It’s been a few weeks now, and I still couldn’t tell you how where my clothes went , or who disrobed whom.

Sometimes I was involved, sometimes I was just watching. I do remember her mentioning that she wanted to watch us. Surprisingly me, the chronic over thinker didn’t feel shy as she watched intensely as he fucked me. Some moments I was aware of her other times I wasn’t. I think he had me first…like I mentioned before I don’t remember most of that night in minutes or the order in which it happened. I remember it in sensation, sound and color. Far less ‘porno’ than I thought it would be.

I remember staring at her face while he fucked her, I was intrigued by her, the way her face contorted, the sounds she made. I never got to see my ex girlfriend in the throws of passion quite like that because she was more dominant/toppy. So watching this woman writhe next to me was sexy and facinatinating. I remember him kissing me after going down on her. I could taste her on his lips. A taste different from mine, but familiar all the same.

It was true sensory overload. Before that moment, I was concerned about who goes where and who, if anyone gets left out. Things just felt natural when we all finally got into it. Honestly, it was probably one of the most relaxing sexual moments I’ve ever had, erotic and minimally awkward. Would I ever have one again? Yes.

You’re nothing but a toy to me…

Harsh, but true. It makes me laugh how you eat out of my hand. I’m 3 steps ahead at all times, knowing what to say or do to get the responses I want out of you.

Don’t be fooled by my nice girl exterior, I can be quite conniving at times. You know that line about men loving difficult bitches? I guess you’re the poster child for that theory. Since our first meeting I refused to be at your beck and call. Why, you may ask? Because I had to establish who was in charge. That I didn’t need you, that if I was going to have you it would be on my terms. That I wasn’t your sex object, you were mine.

Remember that time you got so pissed with elusive old me that you claimed you were done with me? I simply replied with a passive “Ok.” Only for you to turn around and start pleading with me. You were expecting me to flinch, to give in. Sorry baby, your threat was transparent. Had you actually decided to go, I would have been fine.

You were elated that I showed up on your doorstep. I just dove in. My body wants what it wants, who am I to stop it? I think the only thing bigger than your ego is your cock. Believe me I’m not complaining, but god! You talk so much shit! Driving your cock into me, telling me how you were claiming my pussy? All I could do was grin. It was I who I had already claimed you. I matched you thrust for thrust. Then when I rode you excruciatingly slow,the expression on your face said it all. You were trying so hard to hold back but you were slipping. Still talking…that little undulation I did shut you right up.

In the beginning I didn’t feel right using you as my personal plaything. However, you seem to enjoy it. Discovering this other side to myself was eye opening. Have a good time thinking you’re running the show, because we all know who is really pulling the strings.

I fluctuate between a D and a DD, so I clearly am not a member of the Bra Optional Crew. Genes are partially to blame along with being on the pill for 5 years. Within the first 6 weeks of being on Ortho Tri Cyclen-Lo I had went from a C to a D. Much to the joy of my boyfriend at the time.

Bras don’t come cheap, I normally end up paying $40 or more to insure I get the support that I need. Shopping sometimes is a hassle because dresses or shirts will fit perfectly until I get to my bust line. I never felt right going without one. Natural breasts have the tendency to move around a lot and I prefer lift to gravity. Im not looking forward to them getting bigger when I get pregnant. I may splurge on a reduction and a lift after I have children because I refuse to have them hanging at my knees later in life.

I may sound like im bitching, but they’re not all bad! I try to have a sense of humor about them. I know sometimes they are the eqivilent of the elephant in the room. My boobs sometimes get me free drinks or comped admission into clubs. The occasional perks are great. However, They can be attention whores when left up to their own devices. I have to keep them in check.

Many times my boobs leave me misunderstood. I’m not walking around in pasties nor am I in sweaters that come up to the chin. Because I am a busty girl, sometimes I am mistaken as easy or a sex object. On the other hand, they intimidate shyer guys. C’mon now, I’m just a regular girl. Girls have breasts, okay? Don’t run away, but don’t dry hump me either.

They become a quite needy during sex and foreplay, requiring lots of attention. I’ve come to learn that if they aren’t satisfied then the rest of me won’t be completely satisfied. Sometimes it’s hard to find someone who knows what to do with them, but when I do, needless to say I am a happy, happy girl.

I love them in the right bra, and hate them when they are wreaking havoc on my back, but they are mine. Even though some may not understand, I am
well aware that I am more then just my boobs. I’ve found a happy medium with them.

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] #21? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

On Making Sex Last: Cheerleading & Open Relationships - as long as the possession stuff can be fun and consensual, and not interfering with each other’s sovereignty, I think the two—cheerleading and possession—aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive.

Owned – I had almost forgotten that while here, with him, I was HIS plaything.  I was OWNED by him.  We had discussed this.  I knew the rules.  I must not forget again.

The sheer indecency of what we are doing – Is he looking for what I’m looking for? Surely so—all men want that, don’t they? A flaming succubus that comes only in the dark to bring unworldly pleasures and leave behind strange lingering dreams that spice their dutiful daytime lives.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Stop Hating on Campus Sex Education – Clearly, there is a need for this education, because if it doesn’t come from sexuality educators, it comes from word of mouth (which can often provide incorrect information), or from the internet, or from trial and error.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Is it Really “Strange” Sex?

See also: Pleasurists #96 and #97 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!

Kink & Fetish

A teabreak tawsing
Blow job
Caribbean Screw
His evil twin
My adventure in subbing continues
My Big Pink Robot
Play Party!
Sisters unite for the MFW, part 2
The one with the Violet Wand
Turning Lemons into Lemonade
Wanton Wednesday: Bitten

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Cunning Linguists Are We: Cunnilingus 101
Crushing Swingerphobia by Hitting the Club
Coming Out & Invisible Illness
Hold Up Stockings
My First Grue in Review
NSE – New Swinger Energy
Relationships and Emotions
Sadie’s Thoughts on Cheating. Confession #507
Three’s Company, Too – Dreaming of the Multi-Relationship Home
The Sisterhood
Thoughts on bisexuality and visibility
When I’m Done With Crying…
Why Lie, Why Cheat?

Erotic Writing

A Raise
Any Idea?
Buttlove
Building the Anticipation
Coming Back to Me
Extraordinary Uses for Ordinary Objects
“Enslaved The Story of Jen” Chapter 13
Fantasy: Waking Up
Hotel windows…
I Give Good Head
Lipstick Kisses
Like Mother, Like Daughter
My first little girly night
One Night With NSVG
Oh, What a Night!
Revisited
Rekindling
She
Something in the Air
sacks, part one
The Quick Ebony Fux
up lateish

This is the first time I have been active in the casual dating scene. Before this, dates were reserved for those who I felt had relationship potential. At the moment I don’t want to fall in love, nor do I want an insta-boyfriend. I just want something fun and occasional. I feel as if I am too busy and scatterbrained to carry a relationship at the moment.

Not too long after I got out of my last one, I decided to start dating. A friend of mine suggested that I try OkCupid. He referred to it as the “Myspace of dating”. So I posted some pics, put together a profile, browsed some of my matches and waited for said ‘magic’ to happen. I got my fair share of shitty pickup lines and messages that were downright strange: “Hello, I was admiring your pics, messed around and got MYSELF pregnant.” (Actual quote!) After sifting through the creepy, I did start receiving messages with potential.

I find online courting to be really interesting. It’s almost like a step back into high school. Everything is refreshingly temporary. One second you like someone and just like that you’re on to the next. it shines a light on that old saying: “Boys are like busses…”

Here’s how the first OkCupid date went…

The European:

He was a 26-year-old polish transplant living in Queens. Computer tech-somethingorother by trade. Also, he composed and wrote music. We had lots of correspondence by email then he finally asked me out on a date. Late Sunday afternoon at Motorino (his choice.).

By the time I got off of the subway I had about 3 impatient text messages from him. Considering I was on time, I didn’t see what the big deal was. Within the first 5 minutes I had mentally friend zoned him. Conversation and the meal went well, we even had a drink afterwards but still, no attraction from my end.

As he walked me to the train at the conclusion of the date. I could tell he was taken and was clearly waiting for a window to kiss me. I could tell by the look on his face. Luckily, I played the kiss off and dodged it. I surprised myself with how much I didn’t want him to kiss me, considering my love for snogging. I didn’t want to give him false hope.

He was a gentleman, did and said the right things– but something felt a bit off. I trusted my instincts. In the days that followed, he got a bit clingy. Well, as clingy as one could get via text, phone and email. I let him know nicely that I just wanted to be friends, and it was over just like that.

Although the experience with The European was a connection fail, I was ready to get back out there and try again. Even with not wanting a relationship, I want to get this dating thing right.

Any idea that not even an hour ago you were inside of me? Right now my makeup is perfect, my outfit spotless. Can they tell that moments before I was most unladylike? Whispering beautiful obscenities into your ear as you reached me deeper. That my neatly combed hair was tightly held in your fist while you fucked me from behind? Do they have any idea that I loved every minute of it? As I sit quiet and composed on the train, do the other passengers know how I rode you until you could no longer take it? Maybe they do. Maybe they don’t. I couldn’t care regardless…

This time last year I was regularly posting on this blog. It was about being single and whatnot. Then the unthinkable happened. I got into a relationship…With a girl! I was loved up for about 6 months. Yes, we kinda U-Hauled about it. Then 2010 brought on drama and an epic breakup. On top of that, there was shitload of family trauma and change. Needless to say, I had a creative dry spell. Now that the dust is settling, I’m writing again. Things are getting kind of interesting and I wanna share. It’s going to be an eventful fall.

This Week’s Picks
A Hot Fuck in a Parking Lot
“We got more daring and soon clothes were a hindrance to our insistent hands.”

I Think I’d Rather Misbehave
“I bet the secret thrill of this has your cock already climbing to attention.”

The Painter
“He says something, small talk, and I stutter something back, lost in the blue depths of his eyes.”

Sugasm Editor

Strildo?

Editor’s Choice
Yet Another Reason You Should Buy a Vibrator

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Erotic Poetry
Enigmatic dance

Loved It.

Erotic Writing & Experiences
24 Hours To Cum
Be Careful What You Wish For…
Desire
Embarrassed, Amused and Turned On
Helping Hand
HNT 4 (and a savoury story)

Masturbation Madness
Mornings…
A much needed fucking…
Now She’s Giving The Orders
Shopping Day
This is Lolita on drugs (2)
This Is My Remedy
The Year 39 Update
You don’t want biographical info. I know what you REALLY want.

Sex Advice
Anal Play: Fingering
Brush Up Your Orgasm
Shay’s Condom Tips

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Burns of punishment
Famosas azotables

Fit to be Tied
Free Heidi Montag Playboy Pictures – September 2009
Learning the lesson…
Naked and Caned

BDSM & Fetish
4 Scenes
Collar, Cuffs And Clamps
Driven by lust….

Honey Pass Me the Nut Cracker
The Negress Natters: Submission.
The perfect body for three-minute porn

Sex Humor
How Many Licks?

Thoughts on Sex & Relationships
The Confession…Coming Soon

Half-Nekkid Heavenly Body
In Search of…. my Clitoris
Is this the dark side of porn?
(Mis)Adventures In Dating: Do You Know Who I Am?
Nonstop Orgasms – HER Perspective

News, Reviews & Interviews
Anal Pleasure and Health by Jack Morin

Icegasm Kit
Top Five Tuesday – Win 1000 FREE Porn Minutes

This Week’s Picks
Kiss Me If You Can
“I love the buildup, the discovery.”

Back To School
“Back at school a stolen glance across the corridor shows me you haven’t forgotten either.”

On Critics and Criticism
“But is it fair? Is it right?”

Sugasm Editor
Review: Babeland’s Under The Bed Restraints

Editor’s Choice
Building

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Big, Beautiful Women
The Ghost of Sex Toys Future (Part Three of Three)
Play with Gigi and Iris

Sex Advice
How to Properly Finger a Woman

BDSM & Fetish

And It Rained
A bedtime story
Caning Galleries
Forgiven
Inspiration, pain, subspace and bliss in the afternoon
The Spanking TOP 5 – Delivery #4
Time for a Shower
Tongue & Cheek–Medical Fetish Photo Story

Sex Humor
How Much Dick Would A Dick Cock Cock if A Dick Cock Could Suck Cock?
Out With The Old

News, Reviews & Interviews
Aural Sex Contest
Electrogasm coolness!
Flexi Felix
Jimmyjane Form 6 review

Top Five Tuesday – Judging a Porn By Its Cover

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
5 schoolgirls spanked and caned
HNT ~ Dana Lends a Hand. Or Two.
HNT: Strawberry Season – Part 2
Jenny McClain
Kim Kardashian Fucking Sexy Wallpapers
La Petite Mort

Salacious ~HNT

Sex Poetry
Late In The Game

Erotic Writing & Experiences
Cock Love
Confessional: Her Husband
Friday Night Plans: Faith
Fuck

A Hot Summer’s Night Dream
Looks So Nasty in Those Khakis
The Package
The Tale of the Hot Blond Sex Machine (real story)
Wet Dream

]]> http://corsetsandcardigans.wordpress.com/2009/08/20/sugasm-171/feed/ 0 corsetncardigan