All of It

I was thinking yesterday.

I was marveling. At how much it kept getting better. Over time.
I was wondering what I missed about it.

If I had to pick a thing. If I just couldn't say...EVERYTHING.

Is it your moaning?
That I miss most.
Or the tight pink peak of your nipples when you're aroused.

Is it the trashing?
Or the lightly red hair there. The musky smells. The sweetness. The simple joy in just laying my face there. Before I even taste you.

Is it the tension, deep in my belly? As soon as I put my hands on you. The wetness that forms between my own legs, as I begin to run my hands over your hips.

I wonder if it is the first breath I take when you're laying in front of me. Or the tiny bites up your thighs.
The first touch. The first moment my tongue touches you there. And I stop. Breathing deeply. Because it never disappoints. Because it's always better than the last time. And then the deep tasting. My eagerness. As though there won't be enough of you for me to have.

Is it burying my tongue there? Nibbling. Holding you between my tongue and upper lip. Keeping my hands on you. Touching you places where there is more of you to enjoy than meets the eye.
Is it how my tasting dispells myths. How you like to be laved everywhere. EVERYwhere. The outer and inner spaces. The space between. Your shivering, and writhing beneath my mouth. The sound of you...the rhythm of our call and response.

Is it putting my fingers inside as I'm tasting? And feeling you there. All of you. Incomprehensibly tight and open at once. Wet to dripping, wanting. Giving me so much in your surrender. More than I knew to find there. More than I knew to take. More. Than ever.

I don't want you less. I haven't forgotten. I remember. All of it.

What is one to do? When memories are like torture and the future lays ahead without solutions?

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Anal Play and Slay

Big Sexy (BSx) and I were spooning on the right side of the bed and I got aroused. My body immediately began to gyrate, my ass pressing into his groin. Soon he was pinching my nipples and I was uncontrollably rocking back into his crotch. "Give me a kiss," he said in his gruff voice that was too capable of melting me. Maintaining my spooning position, I turned my head around, looking deeply into his eyes and began to tongue him. All the while I was still grinding my ass into his crotch. He pulled away from our kiss, reached down and shimmied down my lace boy-shorts panties. I assisted by kicking them off.

I grinded deeper and deeper against his fully-erect manhood and he pushed into me. "GASP." He was at the entrance of my ass and not my pussy. He spooned me tighter and I felt the pressure of his tip against my asshole. Between the effects of gravity on his 250lb muscular body and the width of his control-taking cock, I was really feeling the pressure. He pushed harder and harder, going slightly deeper and deeper with every stroke. Because I was mentally relaxed and excited, my anal muscles were relaxed, allowing for easier entry. I gasped through every stroke, caught at the crossroad between pleasure and pain. I just knew that my nails would destroy the bed linens because I was grabbing and digging into them so tightly in order to cushion the anal blows that Big Sexy was inflicting with every stroke.

BSx: "You okay baby?,"
Me: Yeeessssssss," I managed to moan.
BSx: "You don't look like you're alright baby. You don't look like you're okay."
Me: "I am," I quivered as he slowly penetrated me further
BSx: "I don't think so baby. I'm gonna stop."
Me: "NOooooo, I want to continue," I said. I really wanted to experience this with him and this was as a good a time as any.
BSx: "I'm not going to move. I'm going to stay still and you do what you can – what you're comfortable with."

His concern for me and lack of selfishness was a turn on. I wanted to give myself to him wholly. Thus my response to his question was not verbal but physical. I shifted my weight onto my upper body, planting my arms firmly into the mattress, slightly lifted my ass of the bed and pushed back onto his cock, taking it into my ass as deep as I could. I slide up and down a few times so his tip could penetrate me further and further. Soon, I felt his cock break my initial anal barrier and my muscles wrap around his shaft.

After BSx saw that I could handle him, he switched to deep strokes. He slew me like I was a bull and he was a matador. I thoroughly enjoyed my anal death. Moans and mutterings from him like, "Your ass feels so fucking good baby," made me wilder and encouraged me to push into him deeper. I bounced by butt cheeks off his crotch and cock like a rubber ball.

I enjoyed every aspect of the experience with Big Sexy. Can't wait to do it again!

When's the last time, you were anally slayed?

Tangy...then sweet

"The sheets are cool. I'm hot.
Wet. Wanting.
My mouth is watering. Again.
Tell me what you want me to do right now."
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I want you to get in your car and come to me again....
I want you to come through the door and not say a word to me.
Gently slip your the index and middle fingers of your right hand into your mouth. Gently. Imagine that it is mine.
Imagine I'm kissing your neck....and you're breathing me in while your tongue rolls around the fingers. Moving very slowly in and out of your mouth...
When they are slippery and wet....bring them to your nipple....circle all around first....teasing.....
Then taking the whole breast in your hand...full and warm. If i were there i would have to taste it....
But you will have to imagine that while you pinch and tug and my mouth is on you sucking .... Biting...just a little...
Your hips are starting to rock...legs opening slightly...
Fingers back in mouth......but this time more hungry
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"I want to FEEL it. HEAR it.
Me. Cumming. On your hands.....In your mouth.
Your fingers inside me. Rubbing against that little raised area.
My back arching. Me clenching around your fingers, inside.
My hips flexing up...down
My mouth open. My lip between my teeth, bruising.
Slowly in and out
you...moving, teasing, focused.
Yes.....me guiding you.....showing you where I like it.
Me moaning deep. My head moving fitfully against the pillow.
With each stroke a sound escaping my lips. A wimper.
I want.
Yes."
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I want to hear it. In my ear. Lips touching my face.
I want your nipple, the left one. Hard. Tight and aching. In my mouth, between my teeth, my tongue dancing around it, my lips tugging, sucking slow and urgent. I want my hand on your other breast kneading softly teasing the dark nipple between my fingertips, squeezing a little less than gentle. I want my naked thigh, between your naked legs, your hips rubbing into me. I want your heat against me, wet, dripping, afire.
Are you....breathing?
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"Trying.
Laying on the bed....imagining you here."
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If I ask you to touch yourself right now. Can you? Will you?
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"Yes. Are you asking?"
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Yes.
You are soft and wet I imagine. Trembling maybe. Wanting?
Your hands sliding between the folds. Wet now?
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"Throbbing."
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A tingle perhaps as the tips of your fingers brush over.
Cum for me. Please.
With the tip of your index finger. Find her. Touch her softly.
Circling around slowly at first. Softly.
The sensation is teasing your toes as you circle calling you close.
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"Chest hot
panting
chills"
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Your hips are leaning into your hand. Arching upward.
Increasing the pressure. Making you urgent.
Move your fingertips back and forth. Deeply.
Faster. So that with each stroke it is as if you are nearing the edge.
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"Sooooooo wet
I'm soaked
not yet, please."
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And then back...breathe...forward...

back...breathe.
Until perhaps you want more than you are giving yourself.
And the desire, pushes the anticipation pushes your body closer...your fingers tingling a bit...your legs flex... your hand wet and moving...just...the....way....you want it....need it
imagine me there watching.
Taking your nipple into my mouth. Laving it with my tongue. Calling you. Bringing you over.
Falling
I'm here. There. Don't wait.
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"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh"
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You're probably quite hot Right now. Everywhere. And full and swollen. There.
Tangy....then sweet.
....Like me.
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How do you like yours?

...More

I think maybe i want you to lay in bed with me talking....and drinking.....
I will stand you up....at some point and undress you....gently. Slowly.
When you are completely naked in front of me i will cover you with kisses.......beginning with your face......your mouth......neck.....collarbones....
Each delicious breast....ribs....your soft belly......thighs......shins.....feet......Slow. Deliberate.
Kissing your calves.....the softness behind each knee....the backs of your thighs........that place i love so much: The small of your back.........mmmmmmm
Tracing your spine slowly with my tongue....
Kissing each shoulder blade....the back of your neck....languishing.....relishing.
Only my mouth ever touching you.
Then maybe a nice hot shower....another drink.....your hands sliding over your own body....imagining mine. There.
after....laying you out on your belly on the bed.....you are warm and open and at ease.
Almost drowsy....
Using only my hands now....starting at your shoulders.....and working my way all the way down to your feet....sometimes with feather light strokes....sometimes with a stronger firm touch.....removing any remaining tension in your body.....you are tingling but nearly asleep.
Kissing you again....beginning at your ankles....working my way up....getting closer....you feel my breath hot between your thighs....exhaling.....and breathing you in...you sighing....sleepily
Hard kisses where your legs end....softer ones on your lips....my tongue wide and soft greeting you. There.
Slow. Savoring.
You wanting more....lifting your hips off the bed pushing yourself against my face......my mouth......me hungry......eating.....smiling.
My hands under you....palms on your belly....bringing you closer....not letting you get away.
Turning you over on you back.....breast in my mouth....me sucking....nipples in my mouth one ....then the other tasting and biting..... I'm ravenous.
My hand between your legs.....searching....finding you soft....wet.....eager for my fingers inside you.
My palm hard on your pubic bone......fingers brushing your lips. Soft teasing. You writhing. Pushing hard against me wanting. Sighing.
My mouth finding yours again moaning....tasting....your bottom lip in my mouth. Breath on faces. My voice soft...murmuring...whispering....asking you to
tell me what you want.
My fingers slipping inside you....only a little...following your directions....your hips rocking....muscles clenching around me.
My fingers reaching. my mouth on you. There. Again. ....you teaching me how......panting......cumming.....sighing deep....laughing.

Ever wanted more...more of something that wasn't yours to have?

Wanting...

I want to go eat delicious food...outside in the warm sunlight......and drink delicious liquor....as much as i want.......

I want you sitting next to me close. Talking. Eating drinking. Laughing
savoring.....

Sometimes your hand resting gently on my knee closest to you.....Maybe while i m telling you a story.
Sometimes your hand stroking my thigh....also gently.....causing my stomach to tighten.......other places to flutter.......maybe while you re talking to me.
I will try to listen.....but watching your mouth move will make me need to lean in and kiss you. Eyes closed....so softly.
You reaching under the fabric of my skirt and touching the soft skin of my inner thigh....your fingers slowly reaching further up my leg......me writhing a bit in my chair....wet....wanting more......your gaze meeting mine....you smiling. Mischievously.

Full but nearly starving we pay our bill and head to the restroom.
We go in....you close and lock the door behind us.
You come toward me....determined....i stumble backward excitedly......We kiss as i fall back, the wall catching us.

Hard kisses on my lips....my face....my chest.....my breath coming faster......wetness streaming out of me for wanting your mouth on me so badly.....you coming to rest on your knees in front of me. You sliding my skirt up my thighs...Finding me naked underneath.
You smiling. : )

You looking up at me....looking down...at you.
You leaning in and breathing hard and hot between my legs....reaching behind me to pull me into your mouth.
Me sighing with relief.....my head turned to the side. my hips rocking....back then forth....gently at first......your tongue reaching...your mouth drinking.
me moaning with each rock of my hips that brings you further inside of me......teeth grazing my clit....then you sucking there........hard.
Me whimpering...Begging you to put your hands inside....the way i love the most.
Tightening around your fingers.....singing....rocking a little faster......intent on bringing you further.
Me reaching for something....anything to brace myself.......goosebumps....trembling......tumbling.......i cum in your mouth......you feel it....me....tightening rythmically on your hand.
You moaning too...low...quieter.
You standing up...kissing me on the mouth....i taste me on you.
Me straightening my skirt...we leave.

Smiling.


Ever wanted something which seems just out of reach?

Sometimes I let her

'sometimes she lets me and when she does she talks to herself. in a low voice, she talks the fear away. like last night when her ass was cupped in my hands and she was in my mouth and she whispered and her hips circled faster and her voice began to rise.....'

..from an essay called "sometimes she lets me" in Sometimes She Lets Me: Best Butch Femme Erotica by Tristan Taormino

Sometimes I let her lay her head on my chest...listen to my heart beat slow and strong.....see her skin next to mine......inhale me...

Sometimes I let her lift my skirt up, be suprised again by the unruly curls. Place her face there, breathe deep. Kiss the inside of my thighs from my knee to right at the crease, place her hot lips on my lips down there and then suck gently...

Sometimes I let her take my clothes off. Kissing me as she does...everywhere...leaving fire in her wake..aching

Sometimes I let her lay me down, somewhere soft. Trailing kisses all over my face gently. Nibbling my lips. Sighing as she does.

Sometimes I let her find my breasts. Touching reverently. Taking me into her mouth. Tasting me. Nipples between her tongue and teeth....tantalizing.

Sometimes I let her between my legs. Her hands searching, finding, teasingly touching there, my softness.....velevety lips wet..... learning me.

Sometimes I let her hear me, panting, moaning. Feel my breath on her face. Feel my body, hot and damp against her own. Me full there, dripping there, clenching there, tangy but sweet. wanting her. us. this.

Sometimes I let her. I let her taste me there . Put her lips on mine. Pink against pink. Kissing tentatively at first. Almost like a caress. A welcome. Then deeply, ravenous. Me writhing then perhaps...begging.

Sometimes I let her touch the tip of her fingers at the entrance then go deep.

Find all my special places, our places. Fill me.

Sometimes I let her stay there, inside, kissing me. Feeling me close around her fingers. Hearing me whimper. Pulling her in with my hips.

Sometimes...

When's the last time you "let" someone in?

Bitter...Sweet

It is early morning in my living room, sunlight streaming through the windows. She is almost naked, wearing a skirt, and nothing else. It begins as I am sitting on the floor with her bent over the arm of our sofa. My face between her legs, my arms holding her up. Keeping her still. As I'm tasting.

Her moans are soft at first, languid and lingering as the sensations begin to peak, then deep and appreciative when cresting. Not many words but those they are seem more like an internal monologue than for my benefit.

She stands on the tips of her toes and arches her back. I especially like the sheen of sweat, the panting, the shallow breaths and sounds that beg for never stopping, for more. There is the gentle sway of her hips. Sometimes a tease sometimes more of a toss to bring me deeper, harder. The moan like a trailing song then. As she savors.

I am naked sitting there. My body wet with her wet, dripping there, ready. She kisses the edge of my face, along my jawline, her hands on me searching. And finding, she is gentle, tentative but purposeful. Her eagerness to taste me there stilled only by the urge to taste other equally delicious places: a shoulderblade, a collarbone, the rigid peak of a chocolate nipple.

My moaning is perhaps different, even quieter, filled with a bit of shock, amazement at how good this is. When her lips finally reach me there, my body feels as though I have been pricked by a million pins, some barely, others a bit more. I am willing tension away, focusing on relaxation, stillness to enjoy it all, torturous and beautiful at once. When the heat of her breath is against my pulsing flesh, I melt into her, wanting deep.

Tasting she too moans. Deep in her throat, never slowing at her task but now even more ardent. In the sunlight she can see it all before her. And her lips and tongue and teeth explore with tantalizing precision. She sounds at times like a small child at the moment of discovery, all oooo and ahhhhs, but her hands, her ministering to my body is all woman.

I can feel the slow climb, beginning at my toes and spiraling up, flaring outward as it reaches between my legs, tumbling out as a burst of heat, my breath, the edges of my finger tips, a color perhaps red exploding behind my eyes, closed now, welcoming it.

In the aftermath the two of us, slick with sweat and each other, breathless and shaking, moaning words we cannot say, limbs tangled, heads on shoulders, hands on chests, full...

if only for a moment.

Ever have a daydream so excruciatingly sweet it left you silent?

-- Post From My iPhone

Hai-kink: Siren

lips burn in sun's light.
not obliging the secret
of yesterday's kiss.

at first she said no.
legs slide open by my hands.
i lean in and taste.

we came together.
slowly at first. then deeply.
kissed softly. at first.

between her lips, mine.
the air Is hot. bodies wet.
tastes sweet. savory.

heads buried in necks.
breast against breast, nipples touch.
her fingers searching.

her arriving there.
finds wet. slides inside fully.
i pull her moaning.

i can feel her deep.
my breath is shallow. panting.
her skin is hot. firery.

i want her now. here.
i want her inside me now.
i am still hungry.

it seemed simple. me her.
us together simple. right.
today it seems not.

there is no waiting.
only us wanting always.
there is heat. needing.

if I could still it.
slow it. but I cannot. yet.
i am holding on.

her lips between mine.
her hips my hands my lips. touch.
i can see her there.

the taste is heaven.
pink folds moist with sweat. pulsing.
i could eat for hours.

fingers one by one.
my lips on her. sucking deep.
she is writhing. tossing. sweet.

skin soft as velvet.
dark chocolate turns petal pink.
i have to taste. her.

she is beautiful.
in this pose she is luscious.
greedy and so wet.


Have you had a session so intense, it made you want to 'ring the alarm'?

The me that is she...

Don't you wonder sometimes, did you ever wonder how it is possible to want both at once?

For one to have nothing to do with the other?

For each to be uniquely powerful? Deep?

But for the wanting and ache for one to sometimes be more moving than the other? If only because it is always softer, sweeter, slower...

There is nothing about wanting a woman that means I don't want

him. Nothing which makes that less than....what it is. But there is something about wanting...really needing a woman...in company of spirit and body that is completely and utterly different....that is open and willing and I suppose like the wanting of him for me in the quiet moments...the gentle languid moments..when we savour.

Perhaps this is why a purely physical connection with a woman leaves me wanting...if that is all it is...

There is perhaps little time in those hurried moments to reflect on the soft curve of a back, the deep indent and sweep of a collar bone, the fullness of the back...of her...the sweetness of lips tugged by teeth tongue peaking in between...to savour...the me that is she and somehow more wonderous.

Sometimes when he looks at me in reverence and wonder...when he traces his fingers along my inner thigh, lays his face on the fullness of my breasts or rubs his nose against my cheekbones, sometimes when he just lays...with me...I feel the tug that he feels and know it is the same...when I'm with her.

There is something special and tender and delicious between us...women...always.

When exacted with purpose and calculated skill...when measured and slow...when frantic and panting...

It is always there..in the softness of our bodies...the memory of our fingers...

when we savour...

Genesis: How We Came to Kink

A year ago I was having another one of my endless conversations with a close female friend (insert Haute, Choc'ladee, Southern Trixx) about one of her adventures/misadventures in the bedroom. I recall thinking to myself, "this is funny shit" and "we are not alone". In a conversation with Pink later that day I was inspired. I decided that I just knew too many freak hoes to not create this blog.

Although we aren't as diligent a group of bloggers as I would like, that circle of funniness, freakiness and friendship is as strong and vibrant as ever. One of the joys I've had in the last year is the chance encounters of the women of Kink: an impromptu gathering at my house, a quiet dinner, a trip to a local strip club, and my smile as the eventual shadow of recognition appears on their faces when one recognizes the other: "are you.....?" The giggles, "shop talk" and instant camaraderie that follows is amazing to watch.

I wanted to create a community of fabulous and fly women, a place of refuge and reflection, a place beyond sex, one night stands, divorce, marriage, break-ups and quarter-life crises. A place for us, by us, with US. At some point this year, each of the women of Kink will look back at how they came to be here answering the question of...just how we all came to be so kinky.

Something Delicious...

Welcome to The Kink Chronicles!

One of the things I've always loved most about my close female friends is their intelligence and the many stimulating conversations we share. Last night it dawned on me that these steamy and frank conversations would make for a titillating, educational and fun blog about my favorite topic - SEX! This is a community of sexy, sassy women, who dish on all things kink - from romance, to porn, to sex toys, to swinging, nothing will be left to the imagination. The focus of this blog is sex and relationships, from whatever angle we choose to approach those topics. Postings will include everything: erotica, observations on the mundane, commentaries on popular media and insights about our sexcapades.

My authors will be a core group of kinky women providing weekly content, in addition to guest contributors who will author the occasional post when the mood strikes. What will set this blog apart is the skill and enthusiasm with which we cover our topics as well as the quality of our writing.

I hope you enjoy the time you spend with us - let the kink begin!