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noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 02:50:00 +0000

Greetings all.

If you've stumbled across this site you likely didn't know that it isn't often updated anymore but that is because it has been moved. I encourage you to check out some of my recent posts at the new Dreams of an Erotica Queen Blog:

Are All Sex Bloggers Exhibitionists?

TMI Tuesday First Experiences - First Love Poem

Do You Date Online?

Stay Still Dammit!

An if you haven't checked out Inky Blue Allusions before you'll want to check out the new site. We've recently had a new site design and since then have been adding loads of hot new content. You'll find free erotic stories, erotic serial stories, free adult websites, and so much more.

Check out some of the most recent additions:

Wrestling With Eric

Womanizer

Nude Skater Hottie

Getting Down

Adrenaline Rush

Don't forget to subscribe to our feeds so you can be updated when something new comes up!

Spring Brings Out the Naughty In Me

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 02:48:00 +0000

Spring Brings Out the Naughty In Me Contest

It's time for another contest because I can feel Spring nipping at my backdoor. Oh, wait, that's not Spring… :)

Rules

1. 500-750 words of hot erotic goodness.
2. Have Spring in the title and featured in the story.
3. No bestiality, incest, rape, or sex with minors.
4. You must be 18 years of age or older to submit to this contest
5. Exception to rule #1 is the new Poerotic category – an erotic poem of 100 words or more.

Prizes

First Prize: $25
Second Prize: $15
Third Prize: $10
Honorable mentions may be chosen at our discretion.

And, for the first time we will be giving out one prize for the best erotic poem in the Poerotica category – of $15!

Please send your entries to contest @ inkyblueallusions.net with the word "contest" in the subject line.

Deadline

The last day for submissions for this contest will be April 30, 2008.

By submitting your story in the contest you must agree to allow Inky Blue Allusions to publish your story on the site and/or use it for promotional purposes if it is chosen as one of the winners or for an honorable mention.

Please include this statement in the body of the email:

I (your name here), verify that I am over the age of 18. I understand that if my story/poem is chosen as a winner or honorable mention that I give Inky Blue Allusions the right to publish my material on their website for a minimum of six months. I understand that if I wish it to be removed after this time I must send a letter requesting its removal.

sugasm#120

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 05:45:00 +0000

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #121? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

The Ache of Desire Unsatisfied“J groaned in my ear, and I nearly pulled down his zipper then and there.”
Unexpected“Tingles of electricity were set coursing up and down that side of my body.”
Part(y)ing shots“I placed both my hands on the tiled wall in front of me, clammy and cold, holding myself up.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
The “Best way to make him felt hot”

Editor’s Choice
Who Is A Sex Worker?

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

BDSM & Fetish

The administration of pain
Calm
Cock Blogging
Cuckold
Expect the unexpected
Happy hunting
I got quoted in Bitchy Jones!
A Lying Husband’s Spanking and Mouthsoaping
So Hard It Hurts
Vegas Squeeze Toy

Sex Poetry

Lick
The Sweetest Fruit: An Ode to Cunninglingus

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Navigating the Shoals of Infidelity
Silent Sex
Statute of limitations for rape
Tales from the Floor: Pure Njoy-ment
What is fasionable today?
Why Christianity hates sex (possibly)
WWYD: Presidents Day Edition

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Action Girls’ Latest Erotic Photo Galleries
The Beauty Of Nature
Hot Wax at LSM with Madeline
Mizuki Horii
Nikki Nefarious Has Taken, And Modeled, The Hottest Photograph Ever (Altered Aperture)Redhead Submissive Tied Up In Box (Fetish, shibari, catalinaloves.com)
Suzie Carina - Hotel Room
Vivid.com: Briana Banks, Monique Alexander, Nadia Styles & Sunny Leone

Sex Work

Catalina loves Couples (D/s)

Sex Advice

How to Bend Over Your Boyfriend and Make Him Like It
The Ultimate Sex Position?

Erotic Writing and Experiences

After the gaurd 2
Blue Air
The Cam Lover screwed a hot black escort in London - Part 2
Catalina loves Great Cookies
Eternal Kiss…An Erotic Paranormal Tale
The magic dinner party
Excerpt - The Party Crasher
The Naughty Dentist - Part One
Phantom Stirrings
The therapy session

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews

Blog Contest Teaser
Harmony Rose Dominates Glory Hole Perv And Fucks Him With Strap-On (Bondage, Femdom, Captivemale.com)
Ron Jeremy Reviews: Souja Boy

Sugasm #117

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 08:01:00 +0000

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #118? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

This Week’s Picks

A Fable

“They start touching her, gingerly at first, wondering what magic is in her.”

Fiction: The Island Princess and the Monkeys Who Tie Knots

“You naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY monkeys!”

Sexy Is In Your Mind

“Sexy is an attitude and really all in your mind.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Chickipedia

Editor’s Choice

Take a walk on the wild side.

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences

It was worse than I thought!

Learning to love strap-ons: A Friday night bedtime story

Marital Stress

My first blowjob was with a she-male whore

Polite

The Scent of Nostalgic Sex

This post is cold

Threesome on a golden afternoon

Whispers, after

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews

Best Erotic Comics 2008

Kinky Movie: Julie Simone’s Babes In Bondage (Madison Young, Shibari, Ballet Heels, Fetish)

A Match Made For A Super Orgasm! Just Add a Vac U Lock Adapter and a Hitachi Attachment

Review: “Getting Off: Pornography and the End of Masculinity” by Robert Jensen

Review: Sex Workers Art Show

Ron Jeremy Reviews: 2 Girls, 1 Cup

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Does Abstinence Make Orgasms More Intense?

Dominant Paradigms

The female “gaze”

Nose-picking, groping, domestic space, books, muscles, and so forth

Padme amidala: Submission and blowjobs

The Risks of Internet Sex

Sex Advice

Going Down Anyone? How To Give The Best Head

Help! Intercourse Feels As Exciting As a Handshake

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Audio Story: All the time in the world

Braces Fetish Pics From Beauty And Braces

Catalina loves Pictures (and Nikki Nefarious)

Half-Nekkid on the Exercise Ball

I Feel Myself

In Her Bedroom

Kyla Cole

MC Nudes’ Big Breast Special!

Public Viewing Of Vintage Nude

Regina Ice (Twisty’s)

Sex Poetry

Intoxicated

Mmmm Mmmm Sexy!

BDSM & Fetish

Anniversary Bondage

Art Show Maintenance Spanking part 1

The Joy of Assymetry

Let me talk to you about Ms Danger

A Masochist Afraid of a Leg Wax?

Princess in Chains

SoRORIty

Take a walk on the wild side.

Try to be a good boy or you’ll be punished

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Moving

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 04:59:00 +0000

Ok - I've screwed up my blog good and I've been thinking of moving anyway so I figure what better time than now. I'm moving over to Sensual Writer.com and you can find my new blog

HERE

so check there for the newest entries. If you're subscribed via RSS feed remember to change your subscription as all new posts will be there.

I'm slowly working on moving the archives over but since the stupid importer never works for me I'm doing it by hand. Good thing I haven't been doing this for years like some of you!

Yes, I know what I did...

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 23:01:00 +0000

I know, I screwed up my blog. So please don't panic that your link is missing or that that is gone. I'm working on it. Hopefully, the result will be something cool.

Naughty Girls

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 03:43:00 +0000

They were best friends first. Then they were lovers. And eventually, they were everything in between.

Shamira and Coco lived together in a tiny little apartment in the Bronx that was still more than they could afford. They pulled whatever jobs they could to get by. But their poverty meant nothing to them because at least here they could be who they were and they could love each other freely. Well, more freely than they could in the small town that they grew up in.

When they were kids, they played in the sandbox, letting their dark skin become coated in a thin layer of dust. When they were pre-teens, they chased the boys down the streets with sticks waving above their heads because the boys had been under the jungle gym trying to get a peek at their panties. When they were teenagers they discovered the joys of girl kisses and everything that came after that and they never turned back.

Not even after the pictures came out.

One afternoon, about a week before graduation, they were at Coco's house talking about how they were going to get out of this hick town and head for the big city. Coco was going to be a model and Shamira was going to be her agent and they were going to strike it rich and show everyone. As it often did, their talk turned into a makeout session that didn't want to stop. Fortunately, Coco's mom was working at the diner until late that night. But the sun felt so good on their skin that they didn't want to close the blinds. No one ever came by Coco's house anyway.

So they lay there in the sun and removed articles of clothing randomly, as their hands roamed over their bodies. Shamira loved playing with Coco's nipples. She got off on how much the nipples stuck out when she pinched them. And she loved the taste of them as she rolled the hard points between her tongue and her top teeth. Coco lay beneath her, letting Shamira have her way, as she always did.

Shamira liked that Coco would let her do anything and she took advantage of it. She especially liked that Coco got off on pretty much anything she did. When Shamira got a cucumber from the fridge and slid a condom over it, Coco spread her legs to reveal her soft pink opening and gave herself up to her. And when Shamira slowly slid it inside, gradually giving her more, Coco pushed against it. And when she began to lick her clit, Coco came hard and fast, clenching her muscles against the cucumber so hard that she pushed it right out. Shamira liked to try new things so Coco was rarely surprised, but often challenged.

When Shamira stopped sucking at Coco's nipples, Coco opened her eyes to see what Shamira had in mind. Shamira was poised above her. She straddled Coco sideways so that one knee was between her legs and the other was off to the side by her belly.

"Raise your hips," Shamira commanded.

Coco did. Shamira placed a pillow beneath her bottom. The pillow tilted her open lips and brought them higher. Then Shamira began to tease her.

Ever so lightly, she let her own sex rub agains Coco's. Their juices mingled and Coco took a breath inwards. Shamira had touched her down there plenty of times but never with her own open flesh. Gradually, Shamira brought herself closer and closer until their bodies danced together in the kind of dance that teachers break up at sock hops. Shamira continued her dance, circling her hips like she was in a Calypso parade. As her hands found Coco's breasts again, Coco began to moan.

Pinching her nipples hard between both fingers, Shamira said, "I want you to come for me Coco. Come for me like you never have before. Come into me and be with me forever."

Their grinding intensified and Shamira felt small tremors build within her. Coco was like an animal this time, bucking against her mound and raising her higher. Coco's familiar sounding orgasm echoed through the room, immediately followed by Shamira's more controlled one.

When Coco opened her eyes, she saw Jimmy and Sheldon at her window with a Polaroid camera.
"Get the fuck out of here you morons!" she screamed.

They never made it to graduation. They coudn't after the photos were passed around the school, confiscated, and given to their parents. But they never regretted it. And now they were living one dream of being together and following another dream. Surely, Coco would be discovered any day now.

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Check Out Some Sugasmic Souls

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 03:29:00 +0000

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #100? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Don’t think..“As you read this, you reach for your cock and stroke it slowly, in anticipation of our eventual meeting.”
I’ll be out in 2 mins, I’m just brushing my teeth…“One centimetre at a time, he slid oh so slowly into me and then retreated out again.”
We all have Secrets“I’ll give you a little reminder - it was when he and his wife were making me cum so hard that I blacked out.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Iris Bahr’s Festive World

Editor’s Choice

Letter to a Lover

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Better than Cocktails

The Birthday Box

Burlesque: Getting Ready

Dab Eponymous

Heaven

I assigned Kis Lee the word ‘resentment’

In the city lights

Loaded

A Much Needed Climax

Sexual Poetry

Symplexity Presents: A Wild Ride

BDSM & Fetish

Arrival: Sex Camp, Day One

Boy Toy

Catalina loves Guest Cock

Movie, tit whipping, and anal sex

No Big Deal… Or Not?

Sex News & Reviews

Happy 2nd Blogiversary to Always Aroused Girl!

Fleshlight Review

A Nawty Mouz’s Sexy Library of Kinky Linkies!

Violet Wands

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

The 100 Unsexiest Men Of 2007

I think we broke my dick…

Not everything has a pre-emptive strike…

Now what?

Radical Fucking Honesty

Sex Work

Sex Work And Religion: The Pagan And The Jew

NSFW Pics & Videos

Antea & Christina (errotica archives)

Death or an invitation?

Friends, Frenemy’s, Half-Naked Peeps! Lend me your ears!

Half-Nekkid Public Exposure

Monique Alexander Nude

Monika - Chat Noir

TMI Tuesday #103

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:44:00 +0000

Wanna take part in TMI Tuesdays? Check it out here!

1. Early bird or night owl?
Night owl for sure. I am most creative in the later evening, most productive, most sexual - just more. Mind you, maybe if I didn't stay up until the wee hours of the morning I'd be more functional during the day!

2. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?
Smart - looks aren't forever. And if you're smart you can make the best of what you have. And if you're smart you can be proud of yourself. Intelligence is power and no one can take away your knowledge. Try telling that to a 12 year old girl!

3. Do you gossip?
I really do try not to but sometimes it's just irresistable. I try to make sure it's never hurtful though. Or is that what gossip is? If that's what you mean, no, I don't gossip. Do I talk about others? Yes, but never anything that I wouldn't say to their face. I've learned the hard way that what you say has a way of coming back to you so you'd better be aware that one little saying could be interpretted a zillion ways and you'd better be willing to let a friend in on the rest of the conversation.

4. On a scale of 1-10, how adventurous are you? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)
Maybe a 7 or 8? Somethings I'm definately not doing. I'm not eating anything gross (major gag reflex) and I'm not doing anything that is going to put my future or that of my children or loved ones at risk. I would bungee jump, I'd love to climb a mountain, I like to learn new things, and I won't walk away from a challenge. And if it involved consenting adults I'm likely to try it once if everyone agrees that it is a good idea!:)

5. On a scale of 1-10, how good a kisser do you think you are? ( ditto )
Depends on my mood - if I'm really into it? an 8 and a half. If I'm a little tired and just want to get to the main event? Likely only a 6 or 7. Hey, we all have our days when we're not quite all there.

Bonus (as in optional):What do you consider the biggest turn on out of the following? a) lingerie b) movies c) toys d) role playing e) leather f) none of this does anything for me
d) role playing because it involves using your imagination and using your mind. If your mind isn't there...to me that's everything

The Case of the Red Bottomed Blonde

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 01:07:00 +0000

The Case of the Red Bottomed Blonde

by Katharine Tyler Brooks

She was a tall blonde who stalked the streets like a tigress in heat, hunting for the only fresh meat that would stay her hunger. I watched her from across the bar as she entered, her black stiletto heels clicking against the red linoleum floor. She looked too classy for the joint, but I could tell she’d been in places like this before, plenty of them. She was living under better circumstances now, but she remembered where she came from. She knew where to go to get what she wanted and how to get it when she got there.

The fat guy was tending bar tonight. He was polishing the glasses to match the shine on his head when she walked up and leaned across the bar. She said something in his ear and he turned and looked at me, pointing with the bar rag in his hand. She came my way.

She was wearing a trench coat and a hat with a wide brim. Some little blonde curls stuck out from under the edge. She smiled at me--the way the shark smiles at the smaller fish just before he takes a big bite out of them. I recognized her. She recognized me. The only question was if either of us was going to say so.

"Mr. Bogie?"

She knew damned well I was. She just stood there next to the chair like she was expecting me to be a gentleman. I pushed it out with my foot and gestured for her to sit down. She smirked at me and peeled off her coat just the way she used to peel off her dress down at Mickey’s, only this time there was no spotlight and the jukebox was playing a slow blues number instead of her old bump and grind.

She threw the hat on the table and took a seat. Blonde waves tumbled down over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was seeing a better class of hairdresser these days. The shades of blonde all blended together now instead of hanging in dried out clumps. Better manicurist, too. Instead of long, red claws, she now had shorter, more elegant nails. They were still painted red. She opened her black leather clutch bag and drew out a cigarette, holding it poised at her mouth, wanting me to light it. Okay, I’d play her game. I’d go along with it. I pulled out my old lighter, flicked it twice, and lit her cig.

"Got another one of those?"

She offered me the pack. I took one. I lit it myself.

I leaned across the table and looked her straight in the baby blues.

"Okay, sister, let’s have it. You know I don’t go for beating around the bush."

She smiled, sly as always.

"You used to. Quite a few other places as well."

Ha, ha, very funny, I thought. But I also thought about the old days, her, tied to my big ironwork headboard, naked as plucked bird, spread and waiting, ankles tied to the bed frame, eyes on me, begging—begging me for more. The sound of her voice brought me back to reality.

"I need you, Dick.”

I felt my soul lurch. Somewhere a part of me had waited to hear those words and in spite of my determination to stay cool, a part of me dared to hope she’d come to her senses and realized where she belonged, but her next words dashed that hope.

“I need your help."

She didn’t want the man. I laughed at myself for thinking even a moment that she had. She wanted the detective, someone she could use and throw away the way she had before. Still, the prospect had its possibilities. Her eyes pleaded, just the way they had all that time ago when she was tied to the bed.

I leaned back in my seat and took a long drag from my butt, assessing the situation. Sure, she was gorgeous, maybe even more now that she’d seasoned a little. She was wearing a black evening gown, strapless, and her tits rose over the top like twin moons half above the horizon. Just looking at them made me want to weep over the memories, but I’m not the crying kind.
Her legs were as good as ever, too, at least from what I could see. The slit up the skirt of her dress only went up to mid thigh, but it was a pretty decent guess that what I couldn’t see was as good as what I could.

"Why me? Why now, after all these years? With the bucks you’ve got these days, you could buy yourself a fleet of Pinkertons. You don’t need me."

She leaned forward, giving me a view of cleavage damned near to her navel.

"I need YOU, Dick. You’re the only one I can trust."

"Like you trusted me back then when you walked out on me?"

"I was scared, Dick, scared of what I was becoming. I couldn’t get enough of you, enough of it.
The more you beat me, the more I wanted. You were my addiction, my drug. I had to kick it."

"It’s called being a masochist. It’s what you are, baby. It’s what you’ll always be. You need it rough and you need a guy who’s man enough to give it to you that way.”

"I was losing myself."

"Were you? Or did you find yourself and was the self you found just too hard to admit to?"

"I don’t know. I didn’t know then and maybe I never will. I just knew I had to leave you."

"You’re only half a woman without me, doll. You know that. You’ll never be the woman you really are without a man strong enough to put his hand to your ass when you need it."

That broke her. She’d had enough. She stood up and clutched the black leather bag to her body. I could see her holding back tears. Or maybe just pretending to. She hung her head and turned away from me.

"It was a mistake to come here."

"Glad you don’t need me to tell you."

"I’m sorry I bothered you. Forget you ever saw me."

"You can bet on it."

Then she walked out of my life. Again.

I’d told her I’d forget her, but the lady was hard to forget. I still hadn’t forgotten her from the first time. I’d had other girls before her. I’d had plenty of girls since. But nobody was ever like her. Nobody ever would be. She’d been the sweetest little pain slut any man could ever ask for. Tall and voluptuous, with tits the size of grapefruits, an ass like a pair of white satin pillows, hair like a river of smelted gold, and skin softer than kid.

And she could take it. She took everything I could dish out and wanted more. I’d leave her tied up for hours, beat her with everything from paddles to whips. Clamp her nipples and hang weights on the chain. Shove a dildo covered in pepper sauce up her ass. It only made her come. And she came like a freight train, came like the cavalry riding over the hill. Came until she was so exhausted she passed out still in her bonds.

But that was yesterday. I tried not to think about the past, but after her invasion of my favorite drinking spot, I couldn’t get her off my mind. What had she wanted so badly that she sought me out, risked exposing her past by contacting her old lover? She had to be desperate to have done it and I felt like a heel for chasing her off. Sure, she ran out on me before, and sure, it made me
mad. But I had loved her once and once was all there was for me.

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This is just a teaser of one of the many great stories to be found in Katharine Tyler Brooks' short story collection, Achieving Ecstacy.

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Wicked Winter Escapes - Contest

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 06:45:00 +0000

Wicked Winter Escapes

Okay writers, winter will be here before we know it so let's get things heated up with another contest! I want to know how you keep things heated up in the bedroom (or in any other room of the house or outside or…whatever turns you on)! I want something that's going to steam up the windows and make things combust into flames.

The rules are simple:
Make it HOT!
500 words or less.
It should take place in the winter.
You must be 18 years of age to enter this contest.

Absolutely NO bestiality, incest, sex with minors, or extreme violence!

Prizes? Of course there are prizes!

FIRST PRIZE: $25 and a free e-book
SECOND PRIZE: $15 and a free e-book
THIRD PRIZE: $10 and a free e-book
** Honorable mentions may be chosen to receive a free e-book at our discretion.

Submissions to the contest should be sent to contest@inkyblueallusions.net with "contest" in the subject line.

By submitting your story in the contest you must agree to allow Inky Blue Allusions to publish your story on the site and use it for promotional purposes if it is chosen as one of the winner or for an honorable mention.

Contest Deadline: November 30th, 2007

The Birthday Box

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 00:46:00 +0000

When I walked in my apartment, I noticed the box immediately. It was rather huge and hard not to notice. Upon closer inspection, I saw a note on the top that read, "Inside you'll find many wonderful things to play with…"

All I saw when I opened the top was a huge pile of styrofoam bubbles. I reached my hand inside and found nothing at first. Then my hand touched warm flesh and what couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything but the curve of a woman's breast. I curved my palm around it and slid my hand over just a touch to find a nipple. I pinched it and it grew instantly hard beneath my touch. I reached in with my other hand a little further to the left and found the other one and pinched it as well. They were both hard little points now but there was no movement from inside the box yet.

I was determined to get some kind of reaction from the person in the box, who I assumed was my girlfriend, Gloria, so while I continued to pinch and tease the left nipple, I pulled my right hand out and parted the bubbles until I found what I was looking for. There it was. A slippery slit, already spread wide for my inspection. I explored until I found the hardened nub of her clit and began to rub it with my thumb. Nothing. Not even a sound. So I reached inward with my fingers until I found her opening and slid my middle finger and my index finger inside the velvety darkness. Was that a moan I heard?

It was almost imperceptible but yes, there was sound, so I began to stroke the inner walls of her tunnel. I continued my ministrations on her nipple as I slid my fingers in and out and circled my thumb over her clit. As I increased the pace of my fingers, her body began to move. Her hips circled around and met my hand and then I began to feel her muscles clamping around me. A little more pressure here and a flickering of my thumb down there and her body was convulsing and the imperceptible moans were quite obvious now.

As she came quite loudly I smiled. Ah, victory.

"Come out now, my little plaything."

Just then, Gloria came out from the bedroom and her friend, Shanna popped out of the box with a big smile on her face.

"Happy birthday, darling," my girlfriend said as she kissed me.

"Yes, happy birthday, " Shanna said as she pressed her naked and still aroused body against me in a hug.

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Butterfly Toy Review

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 04:05:00 +0000

Guess what guys and gals? My first toy review is up at Edens Fantasys! Go read it here:

5X Mini Butterfly Strap-On

I had a great time doing my first review. Hope you enjoy!

Let's Get Sugasmic - Sugasm #93

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 06:50:00 +0000

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #94? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Between Baths“His tongue licks along the edge of my thong and then slips underneath, and then he pulls the material aside so he can get to me.”

Fantasy Vs. Reality: What Is Cheating?“Paid escort work is fantasy; dating me is reality.”

How To Set Up an MFM Threesome“You’d be surprised how many guys will say they can’t wait to bed her down, then chicken out or not show up after you’ve shelled out money for a hotel room.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Neal Mather Fetish Figurenes

Editor’s Choice
Need a hand?

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences
And the answer is
Christening The Bed
Episode One
Sally & Bill
Stop

Sex Audio & Podcasts
Almost Perfect
Nobilis Erotica 30-Woman of the Mountain

NSFW Pics & Videos
Bree olsen episode 1
Catalina loves Guest HNT Posts!
Georgi (I Shot Myself)
Half-Nekkid at the BBQ
I Feel Myself
Photo of the Moment: Curvy Girls
Sexy DJane Jesse Capelli
Sexy showgirl upskirt pinup photo
Tits for the Troops #5

Sex Work
Breakdown Of A Quickie
Objectify Me

BDSM & Fetish
Calling All film slaves in the New York/New Jersey area!!!
Friday night
Fucked to bits
Happy HNT - A switching in the old abandoned cabin
Let’s give the boy a hand! - Part Two of Text Message Mayhem
An Ode to Bondage Playing with Morgan
Showerland
Social Kink Interviews The Knotty Boys (Shibari, Bondage)
Sweet Possession
Trembling, redux

Sex News & Reviews
Aneros Progasm Prostate Massager Review

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Did you have sex?
Half-Nekkid and Openly Bisexual
Keeping Secrets
Love Sick
Mirror, Mirror
More On Cougars - Older Men, Younger Women, Mistresses and Married Men
Playing with my Barbie
Skanky Panties & The Business of Faux Fish Juices

TMI Tuesday

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 06:44:00 +0000

1. What’s the deal with blue balls?
I used to think that guys made it up but it's a physical condition! But that doesn't mean anyone should ever cave to sex because I guy is calling blue balls. There's other ways to deal with it. That's what baby oil/lube was created for!

2. What is the hottest vehicular sex scene in a movie?
Gee - in a movie? I seriously can't think of one!

3. Strap-on? yes, no, give, receive?
Why not? I'd try being on either end!

4. What is the average penis length?
5 inches? That's what I've always thought. Averages mean nothing though.

5. How do you stimulate his prostate? Guys, do you like it?
When I think of it I'll rub it with my finger as I go down on him. Truthfully, I usually forget about it. Does he want more of that? Guess he'll have to tell me.

Almost Perfect

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 04:40:00 +0000

A treat for you all this week! A short audio story!

Listen to Almost Perfect by ..... me!

A Blog that is a MUST READ

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 19:52:00 +0000

I wanted to point out this excellent blog entry by Deliciously Naughty called "Fat Can Be Sexy" because more women need to hear this stuff. DN writes about how her doctor suggested she should lose weight because she was thinking about getting pregnant. Isn't that the way it always is? Anytime you go to a doctor for anything - a cold, a splinter, a sprained ankle - the doctor will tell you to lose some weight if you have even a little bit more than they think you should have.

I think that you can be overweight and unhealthy but you can also be average weight and unhealthy and you're certainly unhealthy if you are underweight. But you can also be perfectly healthy being somewhat overweight. I know a fair amount of women that are overweight but have the stamina of a race horse. I know women that are overweight but eat health meals on a regular basis. I do not believe that just because they are overweight in the eyes of society that they are worse off than the girl that is average weight but eats at McDonalds ever day at lunch time and just happens to have a high metabolism.

There are a lot of myths about being overweight and larger women forget that it doesn't necessarily have to apply to them. Eat fruits and vegetable everyday, move your ass a couple or more times a week, and have a positive mental attitude. That will get you a lot further than going on a 1200 calorie a day diet and sitting in a group with a bunch of women planning for all the things you'll do "when I lose weight". Live life now. Not later.

Reviews to Come!

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 05:59:00 +0000

I've recently gotten word that I've been accepted to review sex toys for a company on the net and that my first toy is in the mail! Yay! Finally a way to fill my tickle trunk! :)

One of the first toys I'll be reviewing is this butterfly vibrator that looks fascinating. I'm already thinking about how I'm going to use it. Watch for my reviews, coming soon!

Because I'm a Slacker - Sugasm #89!

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 05:50:00 +0000

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #90? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Burlesque“She performs astounding acts and swirls her perfect ass in circles, like the tassles on her tits.”

Nylon Whispers“I run my fingers along every bit of my nylon covered flesh”

No Timeless Beauty To Conform To“While fashions themselves come and go, so do the standards of beauty rise and fall like the heaving breasts of an excited woman.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Welcome to the Redesign

Editor’s Choice

Catalina loves (sex in) Sevilla

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Half-Nekkid and Asking for It

I Feel Myself

Inspiration

Lindsay Lohan Naked Pictures On Internet?

Professional dress code

Time For Tits

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Another Ride

Dirty Lace

A gay lesson

Joining the Half-Mile-High Club San Francisco, part 9

Office Masturbation - part 4

Sex News

Find Your Love Match Among Hegre Art’s Models

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

BDSM Part II; etymolgy, history, psychology

Can you can can?

Commentators

Fuck Your Fucking Ethics

The Glory That Is Myra Breckinridge

I wish I’d known that…

Lip Service

Panties Tell You What I’m Wanting

“Thank You”

Things I Would Like to See in Porn

Tom made me think

Sex & Politics

No Payola

BDSM & Fetish

Featured Fetish - Urophilia (Pee, Piss, Watersports)

Happy HNT - Metal bondage fun and a naughty night with Shasta Gibson

Sick

Singing about spanking

Submissive List

Torrent

Eye of Venus - blog directory

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 04:14:00 +0000

Are you a big fan of erotica? Are you always looking for a great new erotic blog to read or super sexy pictures to enjoy?

Then you need to check out Eye of Venus. Eye of Venus is a new blog directory that promises to only promote the best of erotica blogs. No RSS fed blogs. No thrown together money makers (although I'm sure some of them are making money). Just great words and great visuals.

Check them out - you're sure to find something you like!

My First TMI Tuesday

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 03:49:00 +0000

1. What is the worst/corniest pick up line someone has used on you and/or you used?

I remember when I was a teenager there was this other girl that me and my friends hated. She actually used a pick up line on a guy - "If I told you you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?"

He totally blew her off and we laughed our asses off about it for weeks.

As for the worst I've used or had used on me? Hmmm, likely "I promise, no one will know." Ya, right Mike.

2. Have you ever gone out on a date with someone and went home with someone else? Explain.

No, but I have switched crushes mid-date. I went rollerskating with a huge crush on one guy and by the time I left I was into someone else. I was young and foolish - what can I say?

3. What is the worst thing (spread a rumor, hook up with their SO, etc...) that you did to a friend? Did they do anything to deserve it?

I fooled around with my sister's boyfriend while she was in the front seat of the car. We were both drunk. Does that excuse it? No. Did she deserve it? Of course not. No one deserves that. Once again, young and foolish.

4. What is your favorite sex scene in a regular movie (not porn)? Why?

For sure it has to be the scene between Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly in Bound. Why? Have you seen those two? They're both totally hot and the scene is so raw and sensual. The first time I saw it it made me so wet.

5. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My boobs - lift them back up where they belong.

What would you change on your SO?

Change? Nothing - he's fabulous.

Bonus (as in optional):
What countries, other than your own, have you had sex in? Was it someone on the trip with you? Someone from that country?

It's just too pathetic to admit, but I will anyway - none. I've only been outside of Canada once and that was when I was thirteen with my sister and my aunt and uncle. No American nookie for me.

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Wanna play the TMI Tuesday game? Just check out the TMI Tuesday blog every - well, Tuesday obviously!

They're Called Goddesses For A Reason!

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 02:11:00 +0000

Have you seen our newest e-book at the IBA Lulu store yet? It's a scorcher! Romancing the Goddess by D. Renee is a story of love, lust, passion, and lessons learned. Shaun would never have believed where his life was heading when he walked out the door that night if someone had warned him, but he likely wouldn't have walked away either!

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He stood at the door of his apartment with the key in his hand. She was inside, waiting for him. He could feel her presence through the door and although he wanted to walk in and be with her he couldn’t quite make himself unlock the door.

“Is everything ok?” a voice asked behind him.

Everyone at work had already asked him why he looked so tired after such a long weekend and he had half mumbled something to them about working on his place but he didn’t think any of them believed him. Luckily his position as a collections specialist didn’t give him much time to socialize during the work day and the people who he spoke with on the phone generally weren’t concerned with his well being.

He turned to the voice and saw it was just his neighbor from across the hall, Mary. She was small but curvy with almond colored skin and short black hair. She held a grocery bag under one arm and her keys in the hand of the other. She was smiling softly at him. He appraised her legs briefly before speaking. They were bare to high up on her thigh under her skirt.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just trying to remember if I need to get anything from the store before I step inside,” he lied.

She smiled again and blushed softly. Shawn didn’t notice it.

“Alright, just checking.” She slipped her key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open in one motion.

“Oh! And so sorry to hear about you and Rosalie.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Who told you we broke up?”

“Actually I saw her moving her stuff out. If you ask me she was never the right girl for you anyway. I never really saw you two together,” she pushed her hair behind her ear nervously.

“Really?” Shawn asked wanting to add, “What do you know?” but biting his tongue.

“Yeah well, who am I to speak on other people’s relationships?” she said backing into her door obviously embarrassed about saying anything at all, “Just knock if you need anything!”

And then Shawn was alone in the hall with his thoughts.

Although he had rushed home, once there, at the door, he thought of the insanity of the last two nights and wasn’t sure he wanted to continue. The scratches on his back pained him slightly still but that wasn’t what stopped him. He held his key steady at the lock and let his mind replay the last 48 hours.

He was missing his girl. That was what started it, he was just missing her. Technically she wasn’t his girl anymore but he was missing her and he decided to make himself feel better. He wanted to look at some real live women, watch them dance and imagine they did things that his ex, Rosalie would never do. Or imagine that their breasts and their pussies were hers. That she was dancing before him and he would be able to climb inside of her later.

He was a good looking guy. Tanned skin with black hair. His eyes were bright blue and his lips were full. He was tall with a slight muscular build. Not enough to give people a sense that he was bulging out of his clothes but enough to give him nice definition. There was no reason that he couldn’t just find a woman who would do those things that he wanted but he was a sweet guy and didn’t want to take advantage of anyone.

It wasn’t his normal place. It was some new establishment that his friend John had found a week ago and swore was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. And he was right. As soon as he walked in, he knew there was something different about it. It wasn’t decorated any differently than any other strip club. There wasn’t any effort made to make it seem upscale. It could have been any other tit joint in town but right away he knew there was something that made it special.

The women there just glowed. When they smiled it was like his whole world lit up. He sat right in front of the stage. There was a single empty seat right in front of the pole as if someone was saving the spot for him. And who knows, perhaps they were. He didn’t even think it was strange when all the girls knew his name.

“Would you like a drink, Shawn?” one of them purred into his ear. She had blue hair and wore a clear plastic dress. She smiled at him as he looked her over. She had the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. She laughed and sat a shot glass full of a strange golden colored liquid before him.

“I didn’t ask for anything,” he said absently still staring at her strange blue pubic hairs half wondering if her exposed sex would be the same pink as her nipples.

“Oh trust me, you’ll need it.”

“What is it?” he asked

“Oh, something a little like falling in love, a little like eating fire. You’ll like it, trust me.”

“Aren’t they both the same thing?” he said picking up the glass and looking at it wanting her to like him more than anything.

She laughed, “Drink it, the show’s about to start,” and she trotted off, her ass switching back and forth daring him to follow.

He picked up the shot glass full of golden liquid and because he had no thought to do otherwise, swallowed it in one gulp. It was sweet as it slid past his tongue and down his throat but as soon as it hit his stomach he felt it change and from his gut to his lips there was an intense burning sensation so strong that he thought he would scream. And then as soon as it began it was over.

There was a strange hush over the room. The lights had changed to cast a red tinge on everything. The music started with a strange song that sounded a little like a fight but mostly like a hunt. Different than anything he had heard before. Then she came out.

She moved slowly down the stage to the pole. Her body was lithe and muscular. She was built for speed but for power as well. Her black hair was short and a ringlet of gold rested on her head. He could see the muscles in her legs work under her skin as she walked. Her skin was smooth but it seemed that the muscles were just waiting for a burst of motion. Her bare feet stepped one in front of the other. Her stomach was flat and he wanted to run his tongue over it and feel the muscle underneath. A white cloth was tied over her breast and another was tied around her waist. It seemed to him that he could see a tail flicking back and forth behind her. As she neared the pole, she reached for it and swung slowly around it. She had full lips that were parted slightly to show white teeth. Her eyes, which he swore were a dusty yellow were searching the crowed for something. They settled with an animal intensity on him and then she began to dance.

It was a violent sort of dance but he felt himself get hard as he watched her move on the pole. The cloth that covered her breast was undone and they appeared before him, smaller than he expected but he wanted to touch them. She was naked suddenly and the light shone of her bare brown skin. She walked towards him on all fours, her tail swishing slowly behind her. She stopped in front of him and sat up spreading her legs wide before him. Her bare sex glistened wetly in the red light. She slid off the stage and into his lap, grinding herself onto him, pressing on his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. He kept his hands at his sides but he wanted to grab her and press himself into her wet opening.

The music stopped and she climbed off of him and back onto the stage. She picked up her clothes while another girl gathered up her money for her. The lights changed as they walked back stage together.

“Wow,” Shawn stuttered out. There was a wet spot on his pants but he wasn’t sure if it was from her or him. The waitress came back with another shot glass and sat it before him.

“Someone ordered this for you. Would you like a private dance?” she asked smiling.

He picked up the glass and drank it. Both sensations were more intense this time but somehow that made it better. “I’m sorry; I don’t have the money for that on me.”

“Don’t worry,” she said holding out her hand for him, “someone ordered that for you, too.”

He took her hand and stood up. She led him to the back of the club past the other patrons and pushed a door open. They walked in and the door shut silently behind them. The light was normal here and her hair, he could see, wasn’t blue at all. It was a slivery white. The lights in the main club just made it appear blue. She walked past a few doors and then led him inside of a room. There was a single couch in the room and he took a seat on it. She shut the door behind them and went to a small counter that held a bottle of the drink she had been handing him all night and one glass. She filled the glass to the brim and handed it to him.

“What is this stuff?” he asked taking it from her.

“I told you already, its-“

He stopped her, “Like falling in love,” he said.

She nodded and walked over to the light switch.

“What was that dancer’s name?” he asked.

“Leona,” she said unzipping her plastic dress and letting it drop to the floor. Her skin was alabaster white.

“What’s your name?” he asked putting his empty glass down. Her silver hair was longer than he thought, it fell to her waist.

She turned her face to him and said, “Diana,” and then clicked off the light.

She glowed softly in the darkness but somehow Shawn didn’t find this odd. She turned to face him completely and walked towards him slowly. Her legs were long and he wanted to lie between them. She didn’t dance.

She knelt before him and he took her breast in his hand. He let his thumb play over her pink nipple. She rubbed her palm over his cock through his pants. He felt himself getting harder and she stopped and pulled herself onto his lap. She moved her hips slowly over him and let her head fall slightly to the side exposing her soft neck. He kissed it gently and then moved to her soft lips. She let herself be kissed and then he put one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked. She moaned softly and worked her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Her own skin was cool and he half assumed it was because he was so hot. He let go of the breast in his mouth and she pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. She kissed down his chest and worked her way to the waist of his khakis. On her knees between his legs she undid his pants releasing his swollen member. She ran her tongue over his impressive cock and then took it in her mouth. She moved slowly and he placed his hand on her head pushing it down to take more of him into her mouth. She took more and more until he was fully inside of her mouth. She sucked him and stroked his balls until he pulled her off.

He picked her up and placed her on the couch. She spread her legs and he kicked off his shoes and pants. “Show me,” he said his voice gruff and demanding. She spread the lips of her pussy with two fingers exposing her to him. It was as pink as her nipples and glistening in her soft glow. He reached down and ran a finger over it, from her wet opening to her clit. She moaned softly and he rubbed the nub of flesh. She began to move her body so that his finger would apply more pressure to it. He used his finger to keep attention on her clit as he lowered himself to his knees. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked slowly. She moaned and arched her back as she felt the tension that had built up in her body release into orgasm. He moved his finger back down to her opening and slipped it inside making her gasp but she moved her hips against him.

He crawled between her legs and thrust inside of her. She gasped as he entered her. He pushed himself into her tightness and she grabbed his back and breathed hard underneath him. As she began to open wider for him he moved quicker, pushing himself further inside. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were closed tightly. He wanted to say something to her but he couldn’t get the words out. He pushed himself deep inside of her and moaned loudly as he came.

Spent he let himself slide out of her and rested his head on her shoulder. She reached between her legs and her fingers came back red in her strange glow.

“You’re bleeding,” he said already half asleep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Shhh,” she said wiping the blood off and stroking his black hair softly. “It’s alright.” She began laying soft kisses on his head.

He fell into a deep restful sleep. He dreamed of his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, at first but then images of her were pushed aside by as the dancer swayed into his unconscious. Her full lips and golden eyes filled his vision.

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Office Masturbation - part 4

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 05:10:00 +0000

If you haven't read the previous Office Masturbation posts you might want to read these first:

Office Masturbation - part 1
Office Masturbation - part 2
Office Masturbation - part 3

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Denise was working on some files that needed to be cleared away when Frank stopped by her desk.

"How are you doing Denise? Boss lady's not working you too hard is she?"

"Oh of course not Frank. How are you?"

"Oh you know. Same old, same old. Work the 9-5 so I can go play golf with the boy on the weekend. You know the little bugger is actually getting better than me!"

Denise got kind of tongue tied about that point.

"Well, uh, back to work. Take care Denise."

Denise couldn't figure out what they hell it was about Frank but talking to him just made her wet. The man was old enough to be her father and he looked like he could have been her father. He had the grey hair and sometimes he even wore cardigans on casual Fridays. But maybe that's what it was.

Denise had always known that submission was her thing but she'd never had this craving to be Daddy's little girl. She wanted him to bend her over his knee and confess all her sins. She wanted him to tuck her in at night and treated her like his little angel. She wanted him to be her sugar daddy.

Thinking about it was making her a little horny and she rubbed her pussy against the seat. So much for filing, she thought. But that thought escaped her mind pretty quickly and she began thinking about Frank and his cardigan and being disciplined because she'd been a bad girl. She began thinking what might happen if Frank came back now and found her rubbing her self through her panties.

"Denise, I'm shocked! Can't you control yourself? Good girls don't touch yourself in public."

Denise pouted, but she didn't stop.

"Come on. I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson won't I?"

Denise imagined Frank pulling her off to his office.

Inside his office, he closed the door and clicked the lock.

"Now, you know what to do."

Denise feigned shyness and said, "No Daddy, please don't make me."

"Denise, take your panties off - NOW," he commanded.

Denise did as she was told, bending over from the waist so that he could see her pretty bum peeking out from beneath her favorite plaid school girl skirt. It was a little shorter than what was acceptable in the office but she got away with it once in awhile.

Denise snapped to attention when Steve walked by her desk. Her fingers flew to the keyboard and she hoped that the scent of pussy wouldn't be too obvious. When he left, her fingers flew back to her lips and began to flick over her clit again. She knew this was dangerous but she couldn't leave her desk while the boss was still in her office.

Frank slipped a hand beneath her skirt and slid it right into her wetness.

"My, my, you really have been a naughty girl. Come."

He sat in his favorite armchair in the office and pulled her over his knee. She barely had time to whimper before the first smack of his hand hit her right cheek.

"Naughty girls that can't keep their fingers out of their panties need to be punished. You understand that I'm doing this for your own good don't you?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"What's that? I can't hear you..."

Several more smacks rained down over her bottom and she could feel it beginning to burn.

"Yes, Daddy," she said louder.

"And Daddy loves his baby girl so I need to teach her what is proper behavior and what is not, don't I?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Again and again, his hand reddened her bottom even more until the tears started to stream down her cheeks and her pussy was dripping with need.

"Do you promise to try harder to behave?" he asked as the spanking slowed.

"Yes, Daddy."

He began to caress her aching cheeks and said, "Then I guess you'ver learned you're lesson. Let me show you how much Daddy loves his sweet girl."

By this point Denise could care less who found her diddling herself beneath her office desk and she was flicking her clit like crazy. She was almost there.

Frank got to his knees and began to lick her juices up. Over and over his tongue laved over her clit. Then, he raised to his knees, pulled her closer to him and thrust his cock deep into her. With every thrust her bottom burned as it rubbed against the chair and she came hard in moments.

Just in time, too.

"Denise, don't forget to file the stuff from the Berger account. I'm done with it until next month and I want to be able to find it this time."

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The Power of Words

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 07:47:00 +0000

You know, I sometimes forget how lucky I am to be able to put paper to pen (or in most cases fingers to keyboard) to create a combonation of words that can reach out and turn on my husband. I love to write a love letter that makes him feel special or write out a fantasy that will plant ideas in his mind. Or sometimes I love writing a story that I know he's been fantasizing about.

But not everyone is as comfortable with words as I am.

I guess that's one of the reasons why I love writing personalized stories for people, especially when I know it is a couple that is going to share and enjoy the stories together. Personalized stories for couples are fun to write because it keeps my creativity going and allows me to write something that I might not have considered writing before. It also makes me feel good to know that my writing can be useful to someone else.

I hope those that have gotten personalized erotica stories written by me have enjoyed reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them!

Worthy of Diamonds

noreply@blogger.com (Autumn Seave) — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 07:40:00 +0000

Every girl or woman should own at least something with a diamond or with multiple diamonds, whether they are married, single, or in a relationship. Why? Because we're worth it dammit!

That's why my friend slip is putting on the Slip Of A Girl Right Hand Ring Bling Contest. This contest is all about women who don't feel they need to wait for a man to get some sparkle happening on her hand. It's all about women taking charge and getting what they want on thier own.

If you have a true or fictional story to tell about getting some bling on your hands, check out this contest and you might get even more bling happening!