Emma’s Erotic Sketches – Just His Mouth

The key card opened the door and it swung wide. They tumbled in all thoughts of dinner forgotten. In their desire she was slammed against the wall. They laughed. He stripped her of her top and began worshiping her nipples. His hands, rough from manual labor, scratched her skin. Sighing, she relaxed her head on the wall, releasing all control.

This was what she wanted, what she had been dreaming of, since their eyes locked in the lobby.

He continued down her body, laying his head on her stomach as he released her from her jeans. She had already kicked off her mules. Exploratory fingers found her moist and he looked up at her surprised, “You’re wet.”

“I’ve been wet since you smiled at me.” Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair.

“Mmmm…” was all he said as he buried his face in her mound and breathed deep of the warm seashell scent. He knelt before her, a suppliant.

She moved for him. Tilting her hips and hooking one leg over his shoulder. His mouth found her, warm and wet as he began to explore. She stopped thinking allowing herself the luxury of getting lost in sensation. His tongue teased the edges of her clit, tormenting her. Just when she thought he couldn’t stand any more he would move back to drink from the warm flow that continued to course through her. Back and forth he played with her as she sighed above him.

Teeth grazed her clit and she cried out. Hands reached out to support her ass as she leaned against the wall. She threw her other leg over his shoulder trapping his head between her thighs. She couldn’t get enough and pulled him to her, heels digging into his back forcing his face deeper into her mound.

She was so close; she thought she would die with pleasure.

He responded, gently at first by sucking her clit. As her thighs contracted he pulled harder. His fingers pulled her ass apart and buried themselves in her skin. She arched, her body begging him to finish her. He licked and sucked, sending ripples of pleasure though her. More elixir poured from her and he used his tongue to make sure he got every drop.

A low moan turned into a cry as she came but he didn’t stop. With each contraction he drank from her and kept her coming. Just as she thought she would lose the final shred of control and scream they tumbled to the floor. The scream caught in her throat and became a laugh. Joyously they crawled to each other. His mouth found hers and kissed her.

She tasted herself on his lips and smiled at the magic he could perform with just his mouth.

Emma Greer

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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.

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The Joy of Technology

Or… never having to hear “Not tonight dear” again.

We all know about sex dolls. Hell, Anais Nin wrote about them in Delta of Venus. In her story a ship’s crew contracts syphilis from their blowup fantasy doll…no sense of dramatic irony there. So sex dolls have been around awhile. And now they talk.

Introducing Roxxxy!

Roxxxy can talk and hold a conversation, comes with multiple personalities and will have sex with you when ever you please. No need to worry about those messy emotions or the complications of having an actual relationship.

For the low low price of $7,000

Remnants of Dr. Universe’s play pal, or the Stepford Wives, or April on Buffy. (Yes I do have a thing for the Whedonverse – don’t hold it against me)

The perfect woman!

And she’s built to be warm to the touch and has sensors in all the right places so that you have instant verbal confirmation that you are doing everything just right.

And yes – no more worries about finding a partner.

No fear of having to talk about things you don’t have any interest in. Roxxxy can be programmed for specific topics of interest to her man. No more uncomfortable silences after the woman in your life utters those magic words, “We need to talk”.

Yes, all the joy of a relationship without any of the mess predicable, dependable, programmable, as long as the batteries hold out.

You may be thinking that the price tag of $7,000 is steep but you need to think about it. First off it is cheaper than buying sex and safer. And buying sex can get very expensive… how much did Eliot Spitzer spend on sex, two to three thousand an hour? Wow that can add up fast.

And dating isn’t cheap either.

Imagine one date a week costing ~ $50 is $2,600 plus there travel costs and clothing and the gym membership. Besides a dating services alone can cost in the thousands per year. And all through this you may not even get them in bed – let alone get them to play out all your fantasies.

All in all this is quite a steal… no wonder 4,000 men have preordered Roxxxy and another 20,000 or so are looking at her.

Oh, and Roxxxy has a male counterpart - Rocky!!

Hmmm… sweetie, we need to talk.

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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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