Emma’s Erotic Sketches - Taking Control

She loved this, the power it made her feel – feeling him expand under her touch – getting harder in her mouth. Slowly she traced her tongue around the edges of his cock’s head.

Not too fast.

Delaying.

Moisture pumped between her legs as she felt him stiffen further. Hand at his balls she stroked them feeling the dusting of hair, and the wrinkled surface of them, against her hand. Cupping them in her hand she continued working her tongue from base to tip in ticklish lines. He closed his eyes and relinquished control to her, her hands and mouth.

Her tongue found its way between his balls and to the ridge that ran down between his cheeks. She changed direction and kissed his inner thigh, gently, then back to the head of his cock. Rolling him over, she straddled him. Kissing, licking and biting the flesh of his ass.

She felt him begin to lose control. She stroked her nipples against the skin of his back her legs gripped his hips and she raised her hips and them brushing her bush between the cheeks of his ass.

She stretching her full length against his back she pulled his head around to kiss him. Pushing her hips into his she found his cock. Her firm hand surrounded him and began to pull rhythmically. He tried to push her off, to move her so he could bury his length in her, but she held him. Wrapping her legs through his and holding him down so that she could do as she wished with him.

The fight lost he succumbed with a sigh he let go and gave her what she wanted. Him coming in her hand, her body welded to his back and ass, and her mouth on his. Her tongue reveling in the coolness of his mouth as he came again and again until spent.

Emma Greer

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Mourning the Loss of the Strong Silent Type

I went out last night.

I went out like I do, dressed up (okay this is Portland so it is a relative term), on my own happily wandering the bars and clubs of my favorite city.

It was a Monday night so the music was good but the pickings were slim. And once again I was picked up by that new flavor of man – the sensitive-new-age-guy. Okay I admit it, I live in Portland one expects to run up against them every once in awhile, but what happened to the strong silent type?

I want a manly man!

Okay, so I want a manly man who knows the word feelings but not all the words to the song. Please, you’ve only just met me spare me what your therapist said and a rundown of the latest self help book you are reading. Those are right up there with ranting about your ex and how she screwed you.

Maybe I’m not ready to date yet.

I just want someone to buy me a drink and talk about the weather, or sports I don’t follow, or whatever their passion of the moment is. So long as the topic is a thing and not a feeling. Hell – we can talk about sex just stick to the facts and don’t tell me how it felt.

Is there something about me that engenders these conversations?

Maybe I should ask my former lovers and find out if there is something I am doing, a vibe that I am throwing out there, that leads to these awkward conversations.

That is interesting… the conversations aren’t awkward. One of my greatest gifts, so I’ve been told, is acceptance. I accept everyone for who they are – no judgment. Maybe my own tolerance for the human condition leaves me vulnerable to these situations.

It’s a thought.

But… please could I get a mix from now on? I’ll take the sensitive ones if I can also talk to the other flavors as well.

I like variety after all.

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Hmmm…

Should have stayed in bed today.

Sometimes the dream is better than the reality. Especially when the reality is that you’re alone. I know, I know, enough of the maudlin crap. No soul searching, no downers….

But to dream, that is a wonderful thing.

To remember, even better.

I remember…

…when you picked me up at the airport. I was waiting in the cold watching as a police car made its rounds. Wondering what I would feel when I saw you again. We had been apart so long. You pulled up, far enough that I had to walk to you. I dropped my bags as you picked me up. Your arms so strong, just like I remembered, holding me, one hand drifting down to pull my ass to you as you kissed me. I melted inside and out.

I remember…

…you got up for water. We’d been in bed for hours, kissing, fondling, loving each other. I watched you walk away enjoying the view of your amazing thighs, the curve of your ass, the cascade of muscle down your back. When you came back to bed I turned you over to pay homage to your back and kissed my way down it and back up again.

I remember…

...morning and the frosty light slanting in through the blinds. Worrying that it would wake you and wanting more time just to look at you. I lay there memorizing the line of your hair, the shape of your eyebrows, and the curve of your nose. Wanting to touch them to commitment them to memory with my finger tips. When I couldn’t resist I kissed you and you woke pulling me to you, trapping me in your arms and drowning me with kisses.

I remember…

…waking this morning to memories reflected and formed into dream.

I remembered…

I will feel this way again. Not today or tomorrow but soon. Soon someone will fascinate me with their long lose limbed walk or their amazing eyes or their smile will flash out and ensnare me as yours did.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches - Missing Him

She was lying in bed missing the feel of him and the warmth of his body next to hers. Thinking of all the things they had done and all the things she wanted to do kept herself distracted. It was a good distraction. But it hurt as much as it helped.

She dreamed of him taking her while she was sleeping. The two of them spooned on the bed she asleep. He would press the head of his cock between her legs, gently, only to find that she was moist.

Finding the entrance inviting he starts to move wondering how far he can get before she wakes. She is so wet that it is easy to thrust in and he presses his hips against her ass, feeling his cock disappear again and again into her pussy.

Half-asleep still she feels his full length enter burying himself deep inside her. As his pace increases she wakes with a cry of an unexpected orgasm.

In her cold bed she moans, fingers inside, teasing out the last shivers of her climax.

Emma Greer

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Safe Places

Yesterday I spent hours tearing my house apart looking for an old love letter.

I put it in a safe place.

Please say I’m not alone, tell me that you do this too.

I still haven’t found it either in electronic or paper form and I know it once existed in both. Actually I can’t find any of my letters to him. However in the process I found a box with everything – every email, letter, and card – from a lover I had ten years ago.

Is ten years long enough?

Distance does help but I wonder after ten years if I will blush at what I said? Purple prose works fine when you are filled with love and lust. After all these years will I find that we waxed poetic or shall I die of embarrassment?

I suppose the answer is we’ll know when I read them.

Hmmm… not sure I’m up to finding out just yet. If I do I promise to share.

So… a day later (today) and I found what I was looking for when I went searching for something else that I had put in a “safe place”. Sigh!

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Life’s been Slow…

Life’s been slow as of late.

No dates, more writing than anything else, and I’m tamping down my sex drive as much as possible.

Which feels odd.

A few years ago I would have gone out, as a friend put it, hunting. I’d wander the streets of my favorite city looking for distraction and entertainment. I rarely brought anyone home but I did have a lot of adventures.

Yes… I did have a lot of fun.

I would find a bar and start asking questions about sex. Create a poll and then start asking everyone in the pub for their opinion. Too bad I wasn’t writing the blog – I would have published my data. Hmmm… maybe I should think I should do that again soon.

Or, I would find someone who was here on business and offer to show them the town. From good restaurants, dive bars, to our strip clubs.

Or, if I was feeling really frisky I would find somewhere to behave badly and then go home alone.

But life’s been slow.

I’ve been writing and all of the good sex I’m having is in only in my head. Once this story is completed I promise I will go out and find food for the column… in till then I’ll find some flash fiction for you to read until I am out of my cave and back in the world.

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What the Fuck was I thinking?

One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to exercise more. To repeat "What the Fuck was I thinking?"

I know, I know, me and most of the population of the western world. But I had put on a few pounds – first by being deliriously happy and then by being devastatingly unhappy. Thank goodness I’ve learned how to mourn the ends of relationships. Granted I don’t take the high road. I cut all ties and then drink heavily.

I’ve never understood those people who can be friends with their ex-lovers right after the demise of an affair. It takes too much energy and gives to much heartache. Give me a nice clean cut severing the ties then let me move on.

But back to my resolution…

I wanted to feel better – and exercise always makes me feel better. It makes me feel happy and sexy and lusty.

I had forgotten about the lust.

My sex drive is always ready to be revved up but exercise sends it into turbo mode. I couldn’t believe the thoughts I had last night – the text messages I sent to former lovers – my behavior was like that of a bitch in heat. I wish I believed in anonymous sex – that would have been a simple answer to my problem. But no, I’ve been around enough to know that the sex I prefer comes in a complete package with a sexy body and a sexy mind.

No reply to my blatant hints at a booty call so I was left to my own devices.

Devices is a beautiful word. It conjures images of toys and vice all in one. So yes, left to my own devices I got out the toys. A former lover of mine had sent me the We Vibe – it was designed as a couple’s toy but I found some interesting uses for it last night. If you haven’t heard of it or seen it check out this video from Babeland.  


I had no idea that I could insert it and then wander around the house while it tickled my insides. Oo La La! Vibrating toys are not usually my thing – I find them a great tease but they rarely move me to completion. Last night it didn’t bring on an orgasm but played around the point rather well. Reminding me once again why we are drawn to our opposite halves….goodness I miss sex!

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Emma's Fav Erotic Stories

I thought I would play around with my new toy - sometimes I am such a geek!

Blogspot has let me link to Amazon and now I can write about, recomend, and link directly to books that I love. I thought I'd start with some old friends.

Emma's Favs

I loaned my copy of Aqua Erotia  to a lover and never got it back which has to indicate something…yes?

Best points - it's waterproof so yes, you can take it in the bath or shower and while away a lovely evening masturbating to the delicious short stories.

As a gift - pair it with candles, bathoils, and a water proof vibrator (Valentien's Day is next month after all) or maybe one of those heavenly sponges to help you get all wet and soapy.

The only down side is that many of the stories are more literary than pornographic - however there is more than enough good sex to cause you to squrim.

The Story of O by Pauline Reage is always a favorite.

But then this story has been on my mind for awhile. I'm currently working on a story about an artist's model and painter who are commissioned to do a series of paintings based on the novel.

Not as graphic as one would expect given its history - but as a period piece concerning BDSM in the early part of the 20th Century - it is still an amazing read and should be in the collection of anyone who considers themselves a coinsure of literary erotica.

Delta of Venus was my very first book of erotica.

I was young, and my lover was much older than me. One day while I was staying at his house and he was away I searched the bookshelves for a book to keep me company - I found this and it changed my life.

I had no idea that sex could be so poetic, brutal, prolonged, and brief.

Nin altered the way we looked at sex, providing a feminine view point that is missing from much erotic literature that came before her. The language is blunt and to the point even as it soars singing of experience for experience sake.

Susie Bright always brings the best together in her "Best American Erotica" series - however the 10th Anniversary Edition has some of my favorites.

Including – “The Erotic Adventures of Jim and Louella Parsons by Bertice Berry, an unexpected story of the impact conversation can have on your sex life and Lisa Wolfe’s “How to Make a Cake” a delightful fantasia combining sex and cooking.

It also has a selection of some of the best of the last ten years including – My Professor by Ivy Topiary, The Hit by Steven Saylor, writing as Aaron Travis, and my personal favorite “She Gets Her Ass Fucked Good” by Rose White and Eric Albert.

I’m always meaning to pick up more of these – the 15th Anniversary edition came out in 2008. I’m sure it is delicious.

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The things you don’t remember…

An old friend reappeared in my life this weekend. Truly unexpected.

With him came memories of a time when we almost became lovers. Let me emphases the ‘almost’ part of that sentence. Our timing must have been very off. Sitting with him, drinking wine in my living room, was delightful. Remembering with ecstatic joy the insanity of that short period of time when we attempted to be together was entertaining.

Our conversation was punctuated by a bubbling up of amusement that I couldn’t control as memory returned. He would ask me what was so funny and I would tell him. Nice to know he can laugh about it too.

One of the things I had forgotten about him was his love of watching.

This came up when I mentioned that I wanted to write up some sex toy reviews for the blog. He asked if he could help. Since I’m single again my intent was to focus more on the masturbation aspects of the toys. He said that was fine…he just thought it would be good to have an observers viewpoint.

Ahhh…. The things you forget.

I started to laugh. Yes, my old friend likes to watch. I’d forgotten. A memory surfaced of a time when he came over. I had just finished my workout and needed to shower. He asked if he could watch me. I acquiesced. He sat in the bathroom watching me shower following every movement of hand and soap. I asked him to wash my back. He did taking the opportunity to explore my back, my ass, and my legs, but then he backed off, and just watched as I finished.

It was a strange feeling – being watched – knowing that the person watching was experiencing something erotic. Odd in that he wouldn’t have touched me if I hadn’t asked. All he wanted was to observe. I didn’t experience any specific thrill other than the enjoyment of providing something that he desired.

The conversation moved on to other topics, as conversations often do. However it wasn’t too long before there was a pause in the natural flow and he brought up watching me play with toys again.

I was noncommittal.

He brought it up yet again, and again.

Hmmm…

I may have to think about this.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches – Penultimate Moments – Part II

As the plane settled into the gate and nestled up against the ramp, the passengers, too long in their seats, stood up and stretched in preparation.

Meg pulled her computer case from under the seat in front of her, put on her coat, and grabbed her purse. She was far enough back that it would take time for the rows ahead to clear, but that was fine. It would give her a chance to breathe and clear her mind of thoughts of Philip, but it couldn’t be done. As usual he had overwhelmed her. She had never met anyone like him, and she knew he felt the same. As much as Meg liked to keep her private life private, she was no prude. She enjoyed sex, and all of the games that surrounded it.

Meg had never expected to find a man who would be a willing partner in fulfilling her fantasies. Other men had given lip service to it, but none of them had really enjoyed it. There were so many varieties of sex to experience – even without getting really kinky or introducing toys into the mix – but most of her previous lovers came with sexual baggage. She wanted someone who would throw themselves into sex with abandon. She found that with Philip. He simply enjoyed it, enjoyed her.

The night that she had asked him to tease her was a revelation. He teased her up to and over into an orgasm – using his hands and voice alone. There was no penetration; he simply stroked her until she begged to be taken – to have something inside her, to provide her with relief. The more she begged the more he teased… telling her all the things that he wouldn’t do to her, all the while his fingers hinted at the promise. She was on top of him; he had both hands wrapped around her ass, playing with her. Her hips begged, swaying against his hands. Holding her tightly he prevented her from satisfying herself, yet in the end he couldn’t prevent her and she had come. He held her as the organism overtook her.

Days later she got up the nerve to ask him if he had enjoyed teasing her, his response was enthusiastic. Philip found it amazing that he could bring her to organism like that and from then on he delighted in finding new ways to hold her in suspense. There were times, when he would do nothing but tease her, to see how crazed he could make her. He loved watching her body undulate beneath his hands, responding to his touch, and begging to be taken.

Her thoughts took her through the gate and down to the luggage. She saw him before he saw her. She loved the look of him, tall with broad shoulders, the warmth of his eyes, and his broad welcoming smile that she could never resist. Hanging back for a moment Meg took a deep breath. Philip had no qualms about public displays of affection – she however did. His delight in seeing her always overrode her reluctance. How could she not give in when he wanted her so much? Once she was in his arms, kissing him, the world would slip away and she would no longer care.

She smiled at him, as their eyes met. She walked at her usual brisk pace to meet him. Within moments his arms where around her, and she was being lifted off the ground completely secure in his embrace. As he kissed her, one hand found her ass beneath her coat. The other hand wrapped around her back, holding her to him. She gave into his kiss. It warmed her from lips to toes and she answered every sensation and returned every touch. Time fell away and she had no idea how long they kissed, forever or a moment. It was all the same to her.

To be continued...

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Emma’s Dating Wants & Don't Wants

Plenty of fish in the sea!

So, I’m back on the dating scene and it seemed a good idea to spend a moment remembering some of the guidlines I’ve come up with over the years. Some are my own invention others I’ve borrowed.

Now I can’t be the only person out there with a Want/Don’t Want list. We all have our image of an ideal partner. Be that drawn sharply or more of a water color. We each have it and pick our partners from it.

Here are some of the things that top my Want/Don’t Want list for 2010.

The Wants!

• I am drawn to ambition and that internal fire. Ambitious people know what they want and they know how to get it. So sexy!
• Healthy lifestyle! Please, you can’t expect me to work this hard to stay gorgeous and fit and expect not to want that in return. Plus exercise is an aphrodisiac like nothing else on the planet.
• Comfortable in their own skin. Nothing is more of a turn on than someone who is grounded in themselves who is not self-conscious and does not worry about what others think.
• I don’t share well so serial-monogamy is the preferred pattern.
• Someone with a sex-drive!!!!!

The Don’t Wants!

• No smoking (except the occasional cigar – I miss them so I can’t very well deny others the pleasure) and no recreational drugs.
• The overly sensitive – those that live by their emotions – need not apply. A little pragmatism goes a long way…
• No players! It is a front anyway an idea of how one should behave that suits very few. No one is amazing, beautiful, or sexy enough to share.
• And my personal little hang-up…. No serious gamers of any stripe. Sorry mates! Old story but I have yet to have a relationship with a gamer that didn’t put their passion above me. Now I’m probably willing to be proved wrong… but it will take some serious convincing.
• No one who doesn’t love sex!

I think that covers the basics. There are others and over the course of the coming months I’m sure that I’ll be reminded of them.

What about you? What are your Wants/Don’t Wants?

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Emma’s New Year’s Goals

I don’t make resolutions, I make goals!

Resolutions are about changing something. I want to achieve something so therefore I make goals.

As the old year gave up the ghost and the New Year was born I remained single, no one to kiss at the stroke of midnight, no one to cuddle up with during the long winter nights.

So, to date or not to date?

Last year brought me some delightful lovers and I have no doubt that this year will bring just as many, if not more. However they will be taking second place, because, after all, my main goal this year is to write.

Write a lot!

Write about sex, love, desire, satisfaction, lust, masturbation, bondage, kinks, fetishes…. Write about anything and everything that comes to mind.

Sometime this month my blog will move to her new home. That is a major goal. Moving it to a place where we have more scope for discussion and more scope to work with. You will be seeing more short fiction and reviews.

If you have any ideas, anything you’d like to see, like to read, let me know.

This is going to be one hell of a year…

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