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Office Affair by Sharon Atkinson

This we, we’re stepping right in to a fantasy we’ve all had before – an Office Affair. You know you’ve call caught the eye of someone in your office. Would you go as far as having an affair with your new IT guy? IT guys really don’t mind being the object of someone’s desire, trust me.   Continue reading “Office Affair by Sharon Atkinson”

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I’m a student and a sex nerd by Tits and Test Tubes

This week, we’re bringing you a little something different. When you were younger, did you know what you wanted when it came to sex? How about who you were? Jadis Liddell, A.K.A Tits and Test Tubes tackles that question here. 

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Aedan D. O'Healy, Question time.

Question Time for Aedan – as requested by Pixie and the girls… what have I gotten myself into?

Pixie has been asking me for this for some time and I finally relented and decided to draft up, what is sure to be entertaining if nothing else. I want to start by saying shite, what the hell did I agree to? 🙂 Here they are…enjoy ~Aedan

Questions:

  1. Sub, Dom, Switch and why? 
    I, Aedan Dorin O’Healy am a switch. I have been for a long time now, although I only recently started to let the submissive side come out. I am more Dom than anything else, but sometimes it’s nice to be blindfolded and leave yourself in someone else’s loving hands… or mouth. I’ve always been a Dom throughout most of life. Certainly work and during times of high stress or needs for a lot of action and assertiveness. As my boss tells me, ‘you don’t lack for balls or courage, crazy Irish bastard’. After my first real relationship, I had to take a submissive role to the woman I was with. Ten years of being treated like that made me stash that side of me away, not knowing I was able to play both roles without fear.
  2. What 5 labels would you give your kinky self.
    Labels are difficult but here goes… Creative, Sensual, Perverted, Romantic and Curious – all of these describe my kinky self and my ‘has to go to work and pretend to be like everyone else’ self. 
  3. Describe yourself in 10 words.
    Built, fierce, chivalrous, eager, intense, caring, funny, seductive, unwavering, self-aware
  4. Tell me about the best fuck you’ve ever had?
    The best fuck – that’s interesting. I’d like to amend this to the best fuck I’ve ever had so far. It was on the roof of the building I was working at in Long Island many years ago. What started as an innocent game  of “things that have happened to everyone” at a restaurant with co-workers and a level of astonishment from one particular woman who had a thing for me, turned into a 3-hour fuckfest in several offices, up a flight of stairs to the roof and ended with mind-blowing sex overlooking NYC. The details of which can certainly be given, if interested.
  5.  Worst sex you ever had?
    This is easy – my first wife. Didn’t like cock, hated me and thought she was far too busy to be intimate. Worst six years of my life. Luckily, we only had it a few times because I was always made to sleep on the couch. Small favors, I guess…
  6. Oral sex, boobie fuck or hand job?
    Yes 🙂 I am a huge fan of long, slow deep blowjobs and spending hours with my head between your legs proving the human tongue can do many amazing things 😉 That’s not to say I don’t love boobie fucking #titsrule! and nothing welcomes you back home like a random, unasked for handjob while trying to attending a meeting, eat dinner or wash the dishes. I can’t say I like anyone more than the other but if I had to pick, it would be oral sex. 
  7. What’s your idea of heaven and your idea of hell?
    Heaven – simple enough! Spending the rest of my life with the woman/en I love, raising a family and never feeling like passion is something that has to cool off or go away over time. Passion only dies when you let it. Hell is just that, a relationship where only one side feels it and you spend your time doubting, wondering or just being miserable. Nothing sounds worse to me than that. 
  8. Top 5 sexual positions and why you like them?
    I don’t know if I have just five lol. I’m a big fan of a good standing fuck, collapsed on an over-sized chair and pretty much any position that involves a “69”. I have been a bit sheltered when it comes to sexual exploration due to the woman I married. Creativity wasn’t rewarded in that relationship. I am open to suggestions though from anyone reading this 😉 
  9. 5 kinks you want to try and why?
    Is there a list somewhere I can order from? seriously. I’d like to try them all because I never have… or at least have an option to try them out before I draft my list of just five. 
  10. Idea of a perfect date?
    It would have to be something where money is no object and the evening spins out from a single kiss into an overnight whirlwind of each sense and sensation. A date that went from New York to Cuba – dancing, a lovely dinner, shopping for clothes that would fit in inside a kiny club and then a flight to Miami to walk the beaches at sunrise. I’d be just as enticed to say a date in the woods, back-country in a truck and finding a secluded spot to spend the night playing guitar, dancing and making love. I don’t really think the ‘what and how much’ of a perfect date means as much as the time you have with the person you’re with. 

I want to say thank you to Pixie and the girls for asking these questions. It was fun answering them. I realize as I read back my answers that I have way more complexity in life than I ever thought so feel free to ask more or message me for a chat.

Cheers

Aedan is a Dom writer or sex, sin and seduction. Engineer by day, future porn star by night. Divorced and slightly damaged, he wears his heart on his sleeve but is always looking on the bright side, assuming he can find one. Aedan writes for several on-line blogs, has three novels ready for publication and is working on finding the true meaning and beauty in a D/s relationship. He is currently unattached and can be found wearing his super-hero cape trying to save the day (even if the day doesn’t always need saving). Connect with Aedan on Twitter or stop by Aedan’s Domain for a read of poetry, kiny and lust served up, fresh, hot and wet. 

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Burlesque by Posy Churchgate

Good evening ladies and gentleman. May I call your attention to the center stage this evening? Posy Churchgate has gracialy agreed to tantalize, to entertain and, to excite us this evening. I give you…

 

Burlesque

The lights are low, enveloping the diners in darkness and anonymity.  Every pair of eyes is on the stage as she weaves her way to the raised area picked out by bright ellipses from the spotlights.  Her costume is skimpy, belly-dancer exotic but the main impact is made by the intricate, bright artwork on her skin and glints from the many piercings in her ears, eyebrows, and transdermally on her torso.

We’ve all eaten a fancy meal (included in the price) and enjoyed a cocktail, along with additional drinks to calm our skittish nerves.  I’ve never been to a show like this, I hadn’t realised it would be so intimate, that we’d be so close to the stage while the dancers walked between us to get up on the dias to perform.  I’m an open minded hetero girl, but my husband and I are here for my titillation as much as his. I’ve revelled in the waitresses, wearing basques, bustiers, stockings and suspenders, who crouched down at our table to take food orders and bent coquettishly over to serve our drinks.

I’m dressed in a pretty dove grey beaded dress, while under it I’m wearing my favourite balconette bra and buttock hugging french knickers.  We travelled up to London earlier today and have already indulged in ‘afternoon delight’ at our hotel! I get extra frisky in an anonymous, tasteful hotel room so we’ve had shower sex and my husband’s used love eggs and a silicone dildo on me as I sprawled at his mercy on the rumpled sheets of the king sized bed.

The dancer’s undulations are serpentine and fluid, owing much to belly dancing techniques in in her erotically charged routine,  The myriad tiny coins jingle on her outfit and the many hoops with which she is pierced quiver as she moves her limbs looking boneless, like fronds of seaweed rippling underwater.  Her torso and arms are bright like a peacock, a decorated canopy of pictures and symbols while her make-up and attitude give her a fierce persona that both repels and fascinates me.

Other girls who had danced for us this evening had been fleshy, their soft curves voluptuous and appealing, and when they shimmied, their buttocks and breasts quivered with aftershocks of movement.  We’d been teased with their stripping routines:Shall I show you?  Perhaps not yet? Can you glimpse it from behind me? It’s all yours!  Feast your eyes on that! We had all applauded (and squeezed our thighs together) to their final reveals of tasselled or sequinned pasties on gently swaying breasts, and curvy derrieres.

Our tattooed dancer’s routine is different, she moves like a reptile, something not quite human in her fluidity.  She seems to dance for her own pleasure while doing tricks with knives and swords where we fear she might hurt herself.  She’s like a caged beast prowling the stage, posturing and flexing, her body gym hard and uber slender. She scowls at the audience, no coquettish attempt to make us love her like the two previous girls, no her aim is to be remembered and a little feared.  Surely in the wild, brightly coloured insects and reptiles are the most poisonous, giving a warning to their predators.

Her last, longest, sword swallowed (well, held in her throat and then removed for the audience to admire) she darts off the stage to loud applause and the compare is up again, warning those of us sitting at the front that: we’re all pregnant now, so sexy was that last dancer!

Now’s the time for the audience to let loose.  A playlist of disco music begins so drinkers move to the bar while many of the diners get up on the tiny stage to dance.  Never before have these people shaken their booty with such abandon, or shimmied up against their friends or lovers with so much pent-up desire.  Everyone who has watched the show feels less inhibited, all imagine they have something to prove with their dancing. The majority of us are rampant and horny.

My husband and I get up to leave:  the slick in my knickers wants him to rub and fuck me in our hotel room, bending me over to take me from behind, and the tingling ache in his cock is happy to oblige.  Afterwards we will flop into our comfortable turned-down bed and hopefully we’ll have time for another memorable fuck tomorrow, before a delicious breakfast.


Posy Churchgate has been writing erotica since 2016, and often shares it on her own blog Posychurchgate@blogspot.com.  Posy wants to expand to different genres and styles of erotic writing and reviewing and plans to become a contributor to various other sites.  

Happily married and heterosexual, Posy embraces experimentation within her relationship, including something she has experienced in every scenario she creates.  “I’ve discovered that my libido is much like a muscle, use it or lose it!” Posy jokes, “so I’m ensuring I give my libido a regular work out to keep a spring in my step!”
You can follow Posy on Twitter @PosyChurchgate or contact her directly posy.churchgate@gmail.com

Aedan D. O'Healy, From the heart

I watch you…..

I watch you…
Each finger first unbuttons, then unzips, slowly applying pressure to fabric
Looking up, a blaze of red blushing cheeks and eyes, giggling…

I watch you…

Each finger first unbuttons, then unzips, slowly applying pressure to fabric
Looking up, a blaze of red blushing cheeks and eyes, giggling…
My heart beat races and I force myself to slow it down
You always giggle. It is one of those things I love the most. Not beautiful body, but ageless spirit
Removing the days wears from your sore overworked self,

I watch you…

To see each curve, each line; so perfect it makes me imagine
I see the pants, once tight and becoming curving against cheeks
Now being thrown it a corner, forgotten in a basket of other forgotten things.
Sad, but I know if I prowl out from where I perch, they will smell like your perfume and feel warm to the touch…
For a moment they will still mimic the beautiful woman that wore them

I turn back, sensing rather than seeing movement; to the uppers now
Seeing the flat of your stomach, sexy,

I watch you…

exposed to me and exciting, that feeling begins to pulse within me
The hunter is coming out
Arms are over your head and giggle, again
I crawl up to the spot on the bed closest to you
Slinking, stalking your scent, your radiance,

I watch you…

Blowing on your skin, moving upward from china white belly to red lace
Enjoying each goose bump as it stands up on your skin

Now I am the hunter and you, my only desire
As the sweater comes off, exposing your shoulders
the silky white creamy skin, smelling of roses
tasting of your days exhaustions and excitations, still,

I watch you…

Waiting for my moment to pounce
To reveal my hiding place within your presence
Your hair falling all to hell in your face
you are stunningly beautiful in all ways.
You look at me and giggle
as your hands runs over your breasts
down your tummy and your fingers find a place in your red lace panties. Oh, How

I watch you..

Pleasure yourself slightly, all for my pleasure
Your fingers are playing along that sensitive spot that I love to place my tongue
you look up tip of your tongue playing the corner of your mouth
playing at driving me crazy

The game is on and the hunter is hungry
Playing for keeps. You are pure sex to me.. Love, unconditional
You run your fingers into your arousal and pull them out
one for you and one in my mouth
I drool and suck it hard.
I have tasted what I want and it will be Mine

I watch you…

Up on all fours, I come
Stalking you in the sheets and the pillows of this love nest
Disarray that may work to my advantage tonight
Growling, I may yet have you and keep you, tasting your every gift…

You pat my head and walk out of reach but my hands grab you
and you turn, not taking hand off ass
firm and lovely

You give me the ‘hands off’ look with a gentle smile, recounting “I would just watch you”
Defeated, I comply with your wish, as I always do
dressing slowly, revolvingly around the spot were you stand
One finger in your mouth, one in mine…And, as usual
I watch you