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His for the Night

It was my first time.
I knew he could tell;
His blue eyes reflected
My nervousness, and
His excitement.

“Take off your panties,” he said,
“Leave your heels on.”
I tried my best to look calm
As I slid them off, slowly.
His look was like a touch,

Moving from my feet to my legs,
Pausing at my cunt, then up
To my stomach,
My breasts,
My neck, lingering
On my face.

My skin tingled.
By the time he kissed me,
I was already wet.

He didn’t have to say the words,
I could feel them.
His rough hands pulled me in.

“You’re mine,” they said.

His for the NightPhoto of Jake and I by Steve DeMent Photography

*This image was published in  Fetfan Magazine Issue 04 (p.28)

Sinful Sunday

Cold Metal

So I guess I’ve been living under a rock, because I only recently discovered the Kink of the Week  meme, and sadly I’ve already missed some of my favorites (like Foot Fetish & Face Slapping!)

This week’s theme is Knife Play. While I haven’t tried knife or blood play, thinking or reading about it or seeing photos portraying it excites me. Jake has ripped panties off of me before, and I would love to have him cut some panties or maybe even clothes off of me (after all, why else does he carry around that pocket knife everywhere?) I also have fantasies similar to Molly’s, where I am captured and threatened, but not actually hurt.  I’m not really interested in cutting or marking, but I can definitely see the appeal of knife play.

When I recently shot my Sin City self portraits, I pulled out a knife because I thought it would make a perfect prop and help me get into the tough girl mindset that I wanted to portray. I often feel like different sides of my personality come out from my subconscious when I shoot self portraits, and all of a sudden I was  tracing my skin with the blade, biting it, licking it. I felt a connection with the knife, with the sharpness of the blade, the power in wielding it, and the danger that seemed to radiate from the cold metal. I’ve already shared some of the resulting images in my Sin City & Shellie posts, but I also ended up with some images with a darker feel that I haven’t shared yet…like these:

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What are your thoughts on knife play? Scary, sexy, dangerous? Or some combination of the above?

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TMI Tuesday: Fantasy Anyone?

Spoiler Alert: If you watch American Horror Story or Dexter and haven’t seen episodes from the latest seasons, you may want to skip this post or at least question #3.

1. Do you think that acting out a fantasy can sometimes cause damage to a relationship?

I’m sure it could, if someone involved isn’t comfortable with the fantasy or how it’s played out, but I think that can be avoided with open and honest communication before, during, and after acting out the fantasy. For me, fantasies are a fun and important way to keep things sexy and exciting.

2. Some couples role play their fantasies rather than introducing another person into the relationship to live out their fantasies. Do you think that this is an acceptable substitute?

Sure, why not? It all depends on how the people involved feel about it. I can see why some people would rather stick to role play and why others would rather have the real thing, and personally I’m open to both.

3. Is there a particular movie or TV series or character from a movie or TV series that you fantasize about?

Lately I’ve been fantasizing a lot about dark characters, specifically Kit/Tate from American Horror Story and Dexter Morgan. The Kit and Grace sex scene in Asylum drove me absolutely crazy.  I love the idea of lusting after someone dark, and the danger involved in not knowing if they are a brutal killer or not. I also love scenes in movies/TV shows when the lovers accept each other no matter what their partner has done, and when Grace says, “I don’t care what you are,” right before they fuck…so hot! In Dexter’s case, when Hannah has sex with him right after he was going to kill her? Again, fucking hot! Tate’s character and appeal is more complicated, but I think it boils down to the fact that I think the idea of someone who is so evil yet still capable of love is a turn on as well. Oh yea, and Evan Peters completely covered in latex? That may have something to do with it…

4. Apart from the obvious things like child abuse, are there some things that are ‘off limits’ for a fantasy e.g. incest fantasies, age play, rape fantasies. Why/ why not?

No, not really. I think it’s fine to fantasize about whatever you want, especially because you can’t really control your thoughts/fantasies. You can control actions though, and I certainly have limits as far as what I’ll actually do.

5. What is the most taboo thing you have ever fantasized about doing?

Rape fantasies are probably some of the most taboo ones that I have. Also, fucking serial killers/dangerous men/dead people(as in ghosts, not corpses)/aliens/ beasts/the “devil,” to name a few…

6. Tell us about a fantasy that you have that you don’t ever see yourself actually acting out. Why do you think you will never act it out?

I can’t think of a fantasy I have that I wouldn’t even think of acting out at the moment.

7. Have you ever pretended the person you were having sex with was someone else without telling them?

Not that I can recall.

8. Have you ever tried to make a fantasy a reality only to have it fail miserably? What happened?

I’ve had some situations when I’ve tried to act out a fantasy, and it didn’t happen exactly how I wanted, but I wouldn’t go as far as saying anything has failed miserably.

Bonus: Tell us about your most cherished fantasy. Did you ever live it out? Please give us all the juicy details because that is the kind of people we are.

Honestly I have a lot of different fantasies, and I’m not sure which is my most cherished. I definitely have more fantasies that I haven’t lived out yet than ones that I have, but that’s mostly because I’m constantly coming up with new ones…

Get Back in Line

Stretched out before me are naked women on all fours, asses in the air, heads down, in a line. I don’t know who they are or where they came from, nor do I care. All I know is that I like the view, a landscape of curving fleshy hills, hips shoved together, open, willing holes, and perched feet. Jake, towering like a God with his long curly hair and toned muscles, stands motionless nearby, awaiting my commands.

I approach a curvy bottom, attracted to her pink, dangling lips, and the mess of long, dark brown hair that covers her face near the ground like a thick curtain.

“Give her pretty little pussy 3 licks,” I say, pointing.

Her thighs twitch as he approaches, and he moves his tongue slowly, taking his time.  When he’s done, she stays completely still, and so does he.

“Now, beg him to fuck you,” I say, as I run my hand between her cheeks. I move to Jake, and continue, “And you, spank her until you really believe that she wants it.”

Her voice rises like smoke from below, and starts as a soft whisper, “Please, fuck me.” The thud from Jake’s palm echoes her words, and she begins to ask louder, “Please, please, fuck me.”

“Harder!” I order, as his hand strikes each side, his hits gradually escalating in intensity.

It’s not long before her gorgeous, supple ass is bright pink, her legs are quivering, and she’s screaming, pleading, crying for his cock. I wait until I see moisture trickling down her legs.

“Now, fuck her.”

I growl as his hardness parts her swollen folds, and they both grunt in unison as his hips slap against her flushed skin.

“Now, stop,” I say after only a few moments, knowing she needs much more, knowing she’s aching to be filled and fulfilled.

“Get up and come fuck me like a good little slut,” I say, and like an eager puppy she kneels in front of me, wasting no time before she’s licking and pushing fingers into me like she’s searching for a much needed treat. I haven’t seen her face until now, and I admire her bright green eyes when she glances up to see how I’m responding as her mouth is buried. She wiggles her ass, and I pet it softly, sinking into the feelings of her hot lips, her slippery tongue, and her greedy fingers.

“Who wants to get fucked next?” I gasp loudly, trying to retain control as my legs shake and my breathing sputters.

A chorus of desperate voices cries out, “Me, please, me!”

“Start with her,” I say, pointing to the nearest woman, “and then keep going down the row, all of them.”

I watch as Jake moves from one to the next, and with each gasp, each quiver as the hot head of his cock enters, I fall deeper into my own pleasure. Women at the end of the line grow impatient, shaking and dripping, begging for him to hurry so they can have a turn.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sounds, the heavy breathing, the moaning, the screams of ecstasy. My woman’s tongue moves faster, and she pushes her wet cunt onto my leg, and groans as her now plump clit rubs against my bare skin. My pussy grips her skilled fingers, and suddenly I feel my urgent need.

“Do you want me to come on you?” I ask her, already knowing her answer.

“Yes, please,” she replies instantly. “Come on my face, on my breasts, in my mouth,” she says as she pulls her lips off, my juices smeared all over her beautiful cheeks, her fingers still pulling and rubbing me frantically.

I scream and push her out, and she tilts her head back, mouth open, as my wetness showers her. When I’m done, she licks the remaining liquid from my thighs, her hands gripping my legs, her hair drenched. I grab her by the chin roughly, pulling her face up until she’s close, gazing into my eyes.

“Do you want to get back in line now my dear; do you want that hard cock inside of you?”

“Yes, oh please god yes,” she says, touching herself at the thought. I give her the go ahead and she crouches at the end of the row, sticking her ass up to match all of the others.

Jake’s still making his way down the line like I told him, and the ones who have already been fucked lay collapsed in a heap, arms and legs tangled. I walk slowly toward them, and they gaze up at me attentively. I rub one of my bare feet along a curvy blonde woman’s chest, and she swallows one of my toes, sucking gently. They all stare at me, waiting.

“Who wants another turn?” I ask to no one in particular.

“Me!” they all answer anxiously.

“You’ll have to work for it,” I tease, and they surround me, pleading with their bodies, every limb busy trying to compete for my attention. I sigh as someone’s fingers press inside, and a mouth circles my clit, teeth biting my nipples, tongues in both ears, feet covered by hot, damp lips and hands caressing every morsel of my skin.

After coming again and again, after I’ve covered them all with my sweat and come and sex, I send them back to the line, where Jake’s still busy. I take a break to give more orders, like fuck her mouth, now take her ass, now grip her neck, move to the next, now finger the pussy on each side of you as you thrust, now rub your cock between her breasts.

I touch myself as I watch, and after they’ve all been fucked, I ask, “Now, who wants his come?”

They all shout a different answer:

“Please, me!”

“No, on my big tits!”

“On my wet cunt”

“Please, on my pretty face”

“Me, on my ass”

“Inside my ass!”

“Please, in my mouth!”

They crowd around him, gaping holes, perked nipples, thrashing limbs, fighting, entwined together like a net.

I see the woman, my favorite, who so willingly drank my come like a delicacy, and I lean over and rub her head, nodding at Jake towards her. She opens her mouth again, eyes wide as he spurts into her parted lips.

When he’s done, he’s still hard, his cock trembling.

“Get back in line,” I demand, and they quickly form a new row, sticking their asses as high as possible, scrambling to get a spot close to where I stand.

I look at Jake and smile. He can’t make a move without my word, his dick is mine. He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly, questioning.

“Yes,” I answer out loud, rubbing myself roughly, “again!”

I’m a Girl, and I Watch Porn

Before I worked at a sex store, I never really watched porn. There are only 2 times I remember watching it. One was when me and a bunch of my guy friends in High School were drinking all day because someone’s parents were out of town, and the only scene I caught from the couch was a DP extreme close-up, which didn’t leave me wanting more. The other time was in college at a dorm party, and while it was entertaining to watch while drinking in a group, I still didn’t think of it as something I was attracted to doing alone for myself. The only people I ever heard talking about watching porn and liking it were guys, whether in real life or on TV, so I pretty much ignored porn and figured it was just something guys did.When I started working at a sex store, one of my coworkers was a huge porn fan, so I was instantly curious and started borrowing some of her movies. One of the first videos she let me borrow was Pirates, and although I didn’t like that all of the main characters had huge fake boobs and were overly tan, I did enjoy a few scenes, particularly the one where Carmen Luvana is tied down and then has sex with Jenaveve Jolie while a large group of male pirates watch. One night Jake came home while I was watching that scene, which led to us having especially hot sex, so I told him to pick out another movie he liked for us to watch another time. I don’t remember what movie he picked out specifically, but it was basically just two normal looking people fucking, which didn’t really do much for me.

Enjoying porn is all about finding what you like to watch, what turns you on. I remember Jake jokingly making fun of me for liking the Pirates scene and movie because he thinks high production pornos with costumes and plot lines are cheesy. I didn’t really think much about it at the time, but thinking back now I realize that it was the fantasies in the scene that I liked, not the plot or the costumes (though they didn’t hurt.) Having sex with girls or having people watch me while I masturbate or have sex are two of the most common scenarios that I use as masturbation material, and I was attracted to that Pirates scene because it gave me a graphic visual version of what I was already picturing in my head.

Every person is different and has different tastes in sex and therefore in porn as well. I enjoy porn because it allows me to watch people acting out sexual fantasies and share them with my partner.  Just because I like something in porn, doesn’t mean I want to try it in real life. One example of this is “gang bang” scenes in movies.  I was recently reading a few stories from the erotic anthology Nice Girls, Naughty Sex and was surprised to find I was extremely turned on by Emily Croy’s story “Dirty Cop Doesn’t Mean What It Used To,” which in a nutshell is about one young girl having sex with a bunch of older guys at the same time and loving it. After I read the story, I got really horny and told Jake that I wanted to watch some multiple guy on girl porn that night. We had a great time sharing a fantasy together, and I loved watching scenes of a hot girl getting attention from multiple guys and thinking about putting myself in her situation. In real life, I don’t really want a bunch of dicks; it’s just something fun to think about.

For me porn is just fuel for my imagination. When I watch porn, it isn’t primarily to see close ups on body parts and penetration, it’s to give me new ideas, images, and people to add to my own fantasies.  Before I worked in the sex industry, I never realized that lots of women watch porn and love it just as much as guys do because there is still a stereotype that guys are the primary porn watchers. Now that I work in the industry, I’m around a lot of sexually open women, but I still know plenty of girls who don’t watch porn or at least don’t talk about it. So for any of you out there (and for myself), I just want to end by saying, “I’m a girl and I enjoy watching porn, and you can too!”

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