The Myth of Great Virgin Sex

Okay – nough now!

As I’ve done research on moving my erotica writing into the universe of romantic erotic writing there are a few themes that make me want to commit seppuku. The one that is driving me insane at the moment is the virgin who has great sex.

On what planet?

Who, really, has great mind-blowing sex the first time out of the gates? No fumbling, no discomfort, or suddenly wondering what all the fuss is about? Oh yes…. And they have orgasms. Not one but many…

How I would like to have lived in that world.

My mother gave me the best advice “Find someone fun for your first time.” She told me that sex was funny, silly, and just a bit ludicrous at times. Taking it too seriously was a death sentence. Have fun!

My first sex was all those things. Very ludicrous, with silly moments (like me at 5 nothing and him at 6 foot 4 in a single bed), and it was funny. At least we thought it was funny that things didn’t work and it took us awhile to get everything right.

I treasure those memories.

More than some of the great sex that came after. There is something fun about discovering your own body, figuring out what makes it tick, and I wouldn’t give up the fumbling for all the great sex in the world.

Good stories are often built more on what goes wrong than right.

So, dear Muses please make them let the cliché of great virgin sex go!!!

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Sex and the Single Vampire

Sigh…

I’ve spent the better part of the last month reading all the paranormal and urban fantasy I can get my hands on. Which is a lot. And I have to say… wow!

Some of it is soooo ummy.

However, you will hear nothing but dislike for shiny sparkly vampires – so don’t get me started. I also wonder at the lack of depth of the sex scenes in the first Sookie books – but then I have very high standards. For sex – and for stories of things that go bump in the night.

I have a dirty little secret.

I love horror flicks. And ghost stories. Early Stephen King. And M. R. James.

When I was younger, I broke my collarbone and ended up in a brace all summer. No swimming, no camp, no nothing for the gimp girl. So I did what any self respecting future writer does – I read.

…and read, and read.

Everything there was in the library that was about things that go bump in the night. Eventually this lead to many sleepless nights as I imagined all sorts of things in my room and beyond. Oh, but it was worth it.

Somehow sex and horror mix well.

But I was talking about sex and vampires… and yes, I did finally find a book that met my criteria.

1) not about teenagers
2) good sex scenes and
3) fun, exciting, engaging plot.

Also the main character Cat doesn’t act like a pushover, neurotic, wimp. She has her moments and I do feel in the third and fourth book there is too much reliance on her mental foibles for plot movement – but I forgive Jeaniene Frost because in the end I never felt cheated or disappointed.

Oh, and then there is Bones.

So if you are looking for something with sex, knives, and non-sparkly vampires give –





























And yes, I put them in order left to right!!!

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Greetings from Purgatory

Hello all!

I’m not really in purgatory, but it feels that way some times. What I’m really doing is writing, writing, writing… oh, yes, and more writing.

My plan for the summer involves several novellas and a plethora of short stories…

I haven’t been writing here much due to the weight of writing that is weighing me down but also because of an occurrence.

I can be a tough broad when I need to be, and I’ve rarely been frightened. But something happened that scared me.

I’m not used to being scared.

It was one of those dating things… I met someone and it slipped out that I write erotica. Now I like the look of desire in a man’s eyes as much as the next woman. But I prefer the desire be about me and not whatever porn video is playing in their head.

We’d only spoken half a dozen words and suddenly I see that light go on. And what I saw in that light scared me to death. The tipping point where it stops being about sex and becomes about power. I’ve never been forced but my gut said that given any sign of weakness this man would have me stripped and up against the wall whether I was interested or not.

I know there are women out there that enjoy playing with that type of fire – but apparently I’m not one of them.

Yes, I write about sex.

But for me sex is a conduit for intimacy, personally sex for sex’s sake just doesn’t get me off. I exited the situation as best I could and as quickly as I could. A part of me feels like a coward and another is just grateful that I don’t have to see this man ever again.

I’m hoping my giving this to all of you out there will clear my mind and unblock my creativity where this blog is concerned.

Thanks for hearing my confession…

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Working the Sex

Writing is work.

Sex is work.

Anyone who says that sex isn’t work isn’t doing it right. It takes attention to detail, to your partner’s responses, and focus. It also takes remembering what worked before and creativity for finding new ways to thrill them next.

The delightful thing about sex is the payoff and that you don’t do it alone.

Okay, there are some times but I’m not talking about them.

Writing takes attention to detail, memory, creativity and focus. The thing about writing is you have to do it alone.

Ever had one of those nights where either you or your lover was more “on” than the other? Or a lazy night where casual caresses blossomed into an exhilarating evening?

With sex, you have someone to play off of, someone to pick up the slack when you run out of steam. With writing you are simply alone playing mind games with yourself.

I could use one of those creative nights between the sheets. As usual my lover is away. Someday I’ll take a lover who doesn’t travel… no I won’t I like too many things about the leaving and the returning. Whether I am left alone or we take the trip together there is something about travel, time apart, time together, different places, different people…

Hmmm….but I was talking about wanting one of those nights.

A night to stir the creative juices and provide grist for the mill rather than mining the past would be pleasant. But until he returns I’ll struggle though writing sex without my muse.

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Reports from the Dating Scene – Part II

I’m never going to get to have sex again!

Okay – that isn’t true. I’m sure the latest guy would have loved to accommodate me except he killed himself off before the first date.

Who the fuck asks for a dress size?

Granted last night was St. Patrick’s Day and he probably was drinking but still...have just a bit more class.

What’s next? Cup size?

Admittedly sex is one of the major goals of this process. I understand that. But no way in Hell is anyone is going to get me in bed that way. Lust is all in the mind, chemistry is something undefined, so don’t rush let it seep into you, let it take root, give it time.

Then there was the guy who wanted me to give feedback on which of his profile pictures I liked best.

Insecure much?

Please, confidence is charming. Don’t expect me to pander to your vanity. It isn’t my job to make you feel better about yourself. Nor is it my job to help you sell yourself to other women. Ouch!

I just realized that often that is why we date for distraction and affirmation. Although I can’t think of a worse way to get affirmation than by dating since the failure rate is so high. Although as a numbers game it isn’t bad if you are going for quantity of partners. What a depressing thought!

Back to the grind…

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Reports from the Dating Scene – Part I

Yes, I’m single.

Yes, I’ve decided to start dating again.

Yes, this is a painful process not for the faint of heart. But I’d like to have a lover again… soon.

A friend said to me that there was no good or bad in life, only good stories and bad stories. The problem is that bad dates make better story fodder.

Take my first week of online dating.

My profile is a bit on the vague side – less information fewer assumptions and more mystery don’t you know. But I received an email from a cowboy who had decided that we were “searching for the same qualities” in a life partner. Since I state that I’m not looking for the love of my life where did he find this information I wonder.

I shouldn’t be cruel.

Dating is hard. Connecting with someone is fraught with dangerous pitfalls and ego damage. Dating is more like jumping from a plane without a parachute.

So why am I committing suicide?

Probably for the same reason everyone else is. They are looking for a connection, if only briefly to another human being.

Which brings us to the next trend I’m seeing.

The week starts out light and then as the weekend approaches the frequency of emails jumps but if I don’t commit to a date – coffee, dinner, drinks – by Friday afternoon I rarely hear from them again. So…are they looking for a date or a one-night-stand?

Mmmm…. Me thinks they have sex on their mind.

This is what occurred in week one – we will see what happens in week two.

I’d say “wish me luck,” but I’m not yet convinced I want to get lucky.

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Shout it from the Roof Tops!!!!

Yes I did have sex, finally, but that isn’t issue at hand.

I sold a story!!!!

Always better than sex, well, unless it is really really amazing sex, but so much better than your run of the mill sex.

This story is different than anything I’ve published before. Hopefully it won’t give anyone the wiggins. Still lots of sex! No worries there.

Stay tuned to this station for updates!

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Memory…

Memory is the strangest thing.

I was in an airport the other day and glimpsed a man who reminded me of a former lover of mine. He appeared out of the corner of my eye and my heart jumped. It skittered into my brain and reminded me…

Suddenly I could smell him, taste his lips on mine, and feel the warmth of his body next to me. My body was taken wholly by the memory and I didn’t have a chance. I felt heat on my face and warmth between my legs.

When I looked again the resemblance was slight but something, how he moved, the turn of his head, caused the flood of sensation that coursed through my body leaving me breathing fast and weak kneed.

Oh, my!

This lover of mine made me breathless with a word. Just the sound of his voice was enough. Being with him was beyond earthly delights. Any time we are together we sparked and the flame was never far behind. It would burn – for hours, sometimes days, but we never stopped. We have locked ourselves in a hotel room and lost a whole weekend never once stepping outside.

It’s been a long time since that happened but in that moment, when I thought I saw him, it flooded back and I wanted him back.

We often what we can’t have.

It also made me realize, perversely, that I need to move on. Away from the memories and live again. I’ve spent too long living with ghosts.

Raise a glass to the present possibilities.

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Never Apologize, Never Explain…

Okay, maybe just this once.

My loyal readers I have left you the last several weeks with poor writing and few posts. Not for lack of fodder but because of a distraction.

Working on this novella has become all consuming. It is a genre I’ve never tried to write before, although I’ve certainly read enough of it, and I have become a little compulsive obsessive.

I lied, a lot obsessive.

I am completely preoccupied with this world I’ve created and the shower scene a friend helped me with. A shower all of us who love water and sex would love to play in. Really, this shower has crept into my dreams and made me realize just how much I miss sex in luxurious bathrooms.

The last time I was in Vegas I had the most delightful tub huge, wide and deep. You could fit two people in comfortably and three at a stretch. The spigot was in the middle and slightly recessed so as to prevent inadvertent damage to the bathers. Unfortunately it was a girl’s weekend. No chance for me to play in it and we always stick to the rule – no men in the room. Girl’s weekends are more about teasing and being unattainable than about anonymous sex.

Hmmm… but I did tell my lover all about the tub and everything I would do to him if he was with me.

There is something delightful about water and sex.

I had a lover once who always started our private parties with a shower. We would lather up and tease each other for hours both in the shower and out.

I digress.

I meant to apologize for being more involved in writing stories than writing posting. I will return – refreshed and rejuvenated.

Promise.

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The Nature of Romance

Between Valentine’s Day and working on a Romantic Erotic story I’ve been thinking about the nature of Romance.

Romance with a capital ‘R’.

What is Romantic as opposed to Erotic? Where does one end and another begin? Is there any difference? For some of us I have a feeling there isn’t. Our eroticism is completely wrapped up in the cloth of Romance.

I don’t find any Romance in Valentine’s Day and I let that slip to someone who does. He is a delightful man who is, at heart, quite the romantic and who follows all the rules: flowers on the first date, cards on holidays, chocolate for celebrations and to ease a hurt. It is lovely to be on the receiving end of such thoughtfulness and my thoughtlessness hurt us both.

Sigh…

But Romance? What is it? Is it just being thoughtful or just having someone who takes the time to get to know you? Is it all the trappings or is it the warmth of love and the dance we do as we fall?

I’m not sure I know.

There are so many images that we have of Romance: kissing in the rain, a picnic in front of a fire, a walk on the beach. But they are also images of intimacy.

So Romance is linked to intimacy…

But for me that puts us back to the Erotic.

For me there is nothing as erotic as intimacy – of knowing your lover and your lover knowing you. There is always more to discover. We never know someone wholly but the continual unfolding as we discover more and more about each other.

That is bliss.

Apparently I cannot separate the three, Romance, Erotic, and Intimacy. They all blend together for me; one bleeding into the other with no dividing lines. I have tried for one without the others and it doesn’t work. It is all entwined.

I will need to think further on this, finding stories that are romance without the erotic or intimacy, intimacy without romance or the erotic, and the erotic without romance or intimacy.

Licks!

Sigh….

So many things to worry about…. 

• Is it the end of the G-Spot?
• Is my clitoris too small?
• Will I ever have sex that makes me pass out? La petite mort?

And on and on….

The days of keeping up with the Jones’ public life is past now I have to keep up with their private life as well. I’ve been doing research and to be honest it is making me cranky. Everyone is having more, better, bombastic, orgasmic, titillating sex than I am.

Waaaaaahhhh!

I may have to curl up with the warmth of my imagination and a few toys and see if that will make me feel better. The lovely thing about fantasies I can be anything and I can do anyone any way I can imagine.

The nice thing is if I come up with anything really sexy I promise to share.

Licks!

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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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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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 Erotic Sketches Penultimate Moments – Part I

Penultimate Moments – Part I

He chuckled, “what’s your seat number?”

“13D.”

“I’m starting too like that number. It isn’t that unlucky, you always do get here eventually…. Remember hitting the room that one night in Memphis? My plane was late; you arrived on a different flight?”

“Yes…” she remembered, when she had entered the room with the key that he had hid behind the garbage can on the 13th floor, he had surprised her.

The room was lit by dozens of candles. Soft music played in the background and before she had a chance to take it all in he came out of the bedroom and without a saying a word, picked her up and kissed her. She always hated being picked up, and yet she couldn’t imagine anything more romantic than being held in his arms. When he put her down, he had gone down on his knees and laid his head against her tummy.

Lifting her shirt, he began kissing it over and over again. She felt drunk, and again he had melted all of the travel stress away.

“I kissed your tummy, and then your nipples…. Remember?”

“Yes…. But not here…” she pleaded, the memory of his hand moving behind her back, pushing her breast closer to him, and watching him take her nipple into his mouth. She opened her eyes wide and focused on the plane, her fellow travelers, anything to stop the throbbing between her legs. Her nipples contracted hard and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body struggling with the memory of his mouth on hers, she wanted to give in, and yet she was in a plane full of people. Granted most of those people were too engrossed in their own thoughts and frustrations to notice. Still Meg wanted not to flush, not to give anything away, but his words had done their work, and Meg was warm, moist and afraid that at any moment she would start dripping down her thigh.

“Not now…” she pleaded.

“Why not?” He teased her. “Remember the feel of my mouth on your breast, my tongue licking your nipple until it stood out hard?”

“Yes… how can I forget?”

“I picked you up in my arms and took you to bed.”

She sighed with the memory and closed her eyes hoping no one was looking at her. Her face always betrayed her when he did this. These naughty phone calls had become a regular part of their existence. Once, when she was traveling with family, she had tried to find someplace to talk in the hotel without being overheard. It hadn’t worked very well. The hotel was full of families and even the staircase was no escape. There she was, weak, flushed and wet, and mothers with their pre-teen daughters were walking past. The stench of their disapproval had sent her back to the bar. There she could listen, even if she couldn’t participate.

“You picked me up like I weighted nothing.” She remembered.

“Twenty pounds, not an ounce more.”

“Philip, we’re moving.”

He whooped, “I’ll meet you at baggage claim.”

Dreaming…

I woke up this morning dreaming of oral sex.

Of lips, tongue, fingers… on me, inside me.

It was a delightful dream – ever changing. A kaleidoscope of images, memories of sensations, fantasies of situations yet to come all with the same theme. A lovers head between my thighs, their tongue tracing every ridge until they found the sweet spot, until my body convulsed. Then, as I slickened, fingers found their way inside me – filling me. While their lips played with my clit…teasing it…sucking it….

We were in my bed, on the dining table, the plane bathroom….

And each time I was pushed to the edge and beyond – given an orgasm – with no expectation of having to return the gift of oblivion in bliss.

Dreams are lovely.

They tie us to our past and help us invent the future.

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The Longest Night of the Year

Tonight darkness will fall early and stay late. Time best spent reveling in the darkness. In the in-between places.

Enjoying the cover of night that brings lovers together, knowing that dawn will be held back.

It is a perfect night to while away the hours. Slowly unpeeling layer after layer – until each is revealed, shameless, vulnerable and naked.

Drifting in the darkness, caresses flickering as the candlelight cast pools of shadow.

Moments pile against moments – the slow long kiss that begins chastely and moves to demanding, devouring breath.

Hands, familiar and knowing, seek the tender places. Places of delight and ecstasy. There is no rush – dawn is very far away.

We rush to the finish, then back away, delaying yet again our fulfillment. Knowing as we do that each retreat moves us that much further to the ultimate surrender of self.

…and we have all night for the journey.

Licks!

Oral fixation…

I have a bit of an oral fixation.

I like things in my mouth.

It isn’t something that I can help and nothing is better than a lover who appreciates it. Although I’ve had my share of embarrassing situations, believe me. One lover had a thing about saliva and wouldn’t let me touch him with my tongue – let alone put my mouth on anything.

Then I really put myself on the line – I was seducing a man and told him that I was amazing, the best he would ever have, at oral sex. Well… I was wrong. Nothing I did worked for him. What a blow to the ego!

Things might be different if I met him now, I learned something new.

I do learn new things all the time. Or I relearn old things. When I was younger I didn’t have a gag reflex – now I do – so things are a bit more complicated. But I’ll take age and wisdom over youth and enthusiasm any day.

But I learned something new – which is strange considering my obsession with oral sex – but what I’ve found is that every man is different.

Most lovers are just excited to have their cock in a mouth. Others like suction, others are turned on by how deep you can take them in, some by the occasional grazing of teeth, some by how you play your tongue against the glands, down the sides, or slipping in the fissure. Hands on the cock, the balls, below the balls where the cock continues down to the pelvis, fingers in around or in the ass – all add more to the fun.

What I’ve never had was a lover that was enjoying himself so much but wouldn’t come.

That is another thing I like – feeling my lover come in my mouth. The rippling of the muscles, the contractions, and shudders…. Mmmmm…. Usually my desire for unlimited time with their cock in my mouth is enough but the other night it wasn’t. In fact this lover had never come in my mouth – had never been brought to orgasm with my mouth and hands.

One of the joys of him is that we communicate! So when he explained that although my mouth was delectable as it crossed the glands – if I would add my hand to that… well bliss would ensue. So, I did – adding my hand as an extension of my lips and, some time later, in his words, he came. Harder than he had come in ages. For him, my lips just didn’t apply as much pressure as he needed.

So I learned something new, something I can’t wait to try again that satisfies my oral fixation and his lust.

Licks!

Tipping Points

The geek in me is having a ball thinking about different tipping points to write about for Clean Sheets’ new erotica contest The Tipping Point of Lust.

But then, I just love Clean Sheets!

But tipping points… those moments when something moves from a like to a love, a want to a need, from dream to desire. What “tips”? What changes? In another post I talked about how desire doesn’t come out of nowhere – we have to see before we want.

So where is that moment?

Once I stood next to a man, watching an amazing thunderstorm that was trapped in the valley, and felt an emotional shift. We were co-workers, had been taking small steps to becoming friends, but in that moment – standing very close to each other, without touching, watching the lightning strike the city I knew. The shift had been made and we would become lovers. It was an almost tangible change in the air.

But what about smaller tips?

• The kiss that is just a whisper of what is possible that then drowns you – spiraling out from your lips and flames into lust.
• The moment when you find out your new lover has a nearly unquenchable oral fixation.
• What if your partner’s nipples are his/her tipping points? Those lovely “on” switches that when flipped can make them come.
• When the sound of his voice is all it takes to make you dripping wet.
• What about that point where we tip into orgasm. That breathless moment where sensations become unbearable and you push forward, not out of desire but out of blinding need.  

And…

I think I’ve found my story…. But there are more out there. More tipping points…events small and large that take us into new territory…what are yours?

Licks!