Catharsis
She always was able to lose herself in a good book. Her vivid imagination painted the scene, conjured up the voices, simulated the emotions. It was a blessing and yet sometimes a curse. As was usual when reading an erotica book, she was able to imagine herself in the scenarios being described. Her most recent acquisition of erotica was no different and she couldn’t deny the throbbing in her cunt. That night, her mind instinctively included Him in these thoughts; but the moment she consciously realized what her mind was doing, she shook it off and kept on reading. “Must not do that anymore”, she said to herself. But oh, the pull of her mind, it was too much

Pleasurists #55
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Snark n’ Vinegar
*Disclaimer: I’m kinda off my meds right now. Well, some of them. Somehow going OFF the stimulants has me more awake to the point of being jittery, has dissolved the “inappropriate filter” a good deal, while at the same time completely killing what little ability I had remaining for focusing on the tasks at hand. You’ve been warned. Actually, the only people I’ll likely end up offending are the ones who are too uptight and take themselves too seriously. As I sit here hoarding the pumpkin roll and orgasming over the cream cheese frosting, let me take this time to say that if there was a product t

Would you just tie me up and fuck me, already?
One of the things that I did during my NYC trip was attend a “sensual rope bondage” class given by Twisted Monk, purveyor of fine bondage ropes. My prior experience with rope was pretty damn inconsequential. Basically I have reviewed two mass-market bondage ropes (which, now that I have been spoiled, I don’t want to use) and two books on how to tie people up. At that time I was researching it all so that it could be used on me by my then-dominant or by me on a potential submissive guy I was getting to know. Obviously, neither panned out in the end and my items have languished in my kinky bag. But even with

I Dare You
It started simply. It started quickly. We transitioned from the occasional flirty glance to daily teasing and talking all because of one moment of my carelessness, one moment of his prying eyes. I was standing in the elevator lobby tapping away on my cellphone, adding the photo I had taken in my car moments before to a text message to someone, and I didn’t know that D was behind me. We rode the elevator up to the top floor together and about halfway up all other occupants got out. “So did he like it?” I just stared at him, heart racing, hoping he didn’t mean what I thought he meant. The grin on his cute, boyish face confirmed against my hopes.