A Little Me Time

She was home alone and horny. So what’s a girl to do when her partner isn’t home to fuck her silly? She takes matters into her own hands of course. With her favorite dildo and clitoral vibe she settled into the bed. She started with her nipples, pinching and rolling and tugging at them none too gently until they were rock hard and then she placed the vibrator against them, one at a time. The sensations made her gasp out loud and squirm on the bed. Her free hand trailed down her body and back up several times as she lightly caressed her own skin, still alternating the vibrator from one nipple to the other. Quietly, she moaned.

Finally she took the little bullet vibe away from her nipples and pressed it ever so gently against her clit. That alone was enough and she ground herself into the toy as her first orgasm hit her. Catching her breath she grinned and reached for her dildo, added a little lube, and slowly slipped it into her hungry pussy. This…this was what she’d been waiting for. In and out, nice and slow, feeling the slickness of herself against the toy. She just enjoyed the slow, lazy motions and let her lust build, gently teasing her labia and clit with her fingers, just enough to keep things nice and interesting.

Gradually her thrusts grew quicker and she reached for her vibrator, turned it back on, and placed it right on the edge of her clit, very gently, and turned it on to its lowest setting. It was just a tiny rumble adding to the stimulation she was already providing herself and she sighed with pleasure. She closed her eyes, seeing a fantasy in her head while she fucked herself and rubbed the vibrator against her clit. Soon it was all just too much and she began to thrust in earnest as she clicked the vibe up to its highest setting.

There was much more rumble now and she could feel it vibrating deeper into her body, forcing the dildo in and out, nearly reaching her cervix. Her hips lifted off the bed involuntarily and she found a rhythm there as she lifted to meet her own thrusts as she would those of a lover. She was fucking the dildo hard and grinding that damn vibrator into her clit and it felt so good. Her legs began to tremble and shake and she could feel the ridges on the shaft of the dildo scraping against her g-spot, filling her up so full, and she was almost there. Her tiny sighs and moans turned her on more, knowing she was doing something that many people would still consider dirty. Well, I’ll be a dirty girl, she thought, and fucked her pussy harder, arching her hips into it and with no warning another orgasm rolled over her. She tried to keep the dildo moving and fuck herself as she came to prolong an excellent orgasm and a third tiny one ripped through her as well when she pressed that vibrator just so.

After that she lay sated on the bed, not bothering to remove the dildo, but just turning off the vibe and laying there to rest for a long moment. She felt much better and couldn’t think of a better way to spend part of her day.

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KOTW – Still of a Winter’s Night

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The moon was a ghostly galleon, the road a ribbon of moonlight and the lovers cared not at all for anything but one another. He’d come back for her with the yellow gold just as his words had promised. She was no longer just Bess, the landlord’s daughter, but his companion now to take to wife. She rested her head on his chest while he stroked her long dark hair; there still was a red love knot plaited there.

Suddenly he could wait no longer and guided them into the darkness, where a hidden cave appeared. Leading Bess inside he kissed her, he kissed the landlord’s daughter and held her fast to him. She ran her fingers down his velvet coat and smiled up at him. “Such a dandy. What will you do now that you’ve given up this life? Given it up for me.” Her black eyes sparkled with unshed tears and he kissed her. “Don’t cry my bonny sweetheart. You’re my prize tonight. And I intend to have my way with you,” he spoke with a jesting leer.

Bess gave him a look he’d never seen before and kissed him fiercely, her hands finding their way beneath his coat, feeling the softness of his shirt and wanting only to feel his warm skin again hers. They pulled apart and by unspoken word undressed hastily with him spreading his cloak upon the hard stone floor. He pulled his Bess down to him and just held her close in wonder, grateful that they’d been able to get away, grateful that she was his. Then he kissed her and unbound her hair so it fell about them like a dark cloud over the purple moor. And he loved her gently there, in the cold of a winter’s night; on a stone floor an in ancient cave they came together as one.

Two days later, at a small country church, they were married. He became an honest man, who had made an honest woman of the lovely Bess and they settled into a routine on the small farm his gold had bought. Gone was the velvet coat and the thigh high boots, gone were the jeweled weapons, but there was his lovely Bess and that was enough for him.

Seasons passed and children came and he told them all the story of how he’d been a highwayman once before he settled down and became a farmer. Not one of the children ever believed a word he said and Bess merely laughed when he recounted the old tale for them. They lived and laughed and loved. And still of a winter’s night they curl up in their warm bed and he reminds her again that she is his greatest and only prize.*

*A happier ending to one of my favorite pieces of poetry that reminds of the winter time every time I read it.

Wicked Wednesday 291 – (Promote) #SOSS on a Wednesday

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So I’m doing my Share our Shit Saturday post a little early this week. Inspired by the “Promote a Blog” theme for Wicked Wednesday I found several things from a few different blogs that I wanted to share. So here we go.

To start us off, here is an older post that I found on Sex Bloggess’ site and it really struck a chord with me because it is something that I too feel that I struggle with. My defining moment to find my sexual voice doesn’t feel like it has happened yet, but I’m pretty sure with some introspection inspired by this post, I may find that I am wrong. I love a good post that makes me think.

Next we have a story from the ever wonderful writer Lascivious Lucy. Christmas is rarely a happy time for me and this erotic tale reminded me that there are people out there who care for one another at Christmas, but was also a very hot, sexy read. The juxtaposition of the two brought me almost to tears (and that says a lot; I am not a crier) and made me smile at the same time.

While I am pretty bah humbug about Christmas, one of the things I truly enjoy are Christmas lights. Decorating a yard or wrapped in a tree they can always elicit a smile from me. In that vein I found not one, but two pictures I just have to share. One of them from Coffee and Kink is simply luscious and really made me want to do naughty things to a pretty girl wrapped in lights. The second photo, no less sexy, is from Tits and Test Tubes and to me seems very ethereal and a bit surreal as though one might be visited by a sexy Christmas vision draped in the night sky.

Taryn from Ace in the Hole wrote a piece earlier in December asking a seemingly simple question. Are asexual people queer? It details some history of the word queer and goes on to have a thought provoking discourse as to why people may or may not choose to use the word queer. It caught my eye because while queer is a label I use for myself I feel invisible because, like the author, I am a white cis woman in a hetero presenting relationship. That doesn’t change that I use queer to describe my sexuality, but it does give me pause and food for thought as to why some people would choose otherwise.

And lastly, I wanted to give a shout out to the upcoming Smut Marathon hosted by our own Marie Rebelle (Who also puts together Wicked Wednesday every week!) This competition will be a great way for authors to improve their writing and get their work out to different people who perhaps may not have otherwise seen it. It also looks like it could be quite a lot of fun. I hope all the participants have a blast with it and I’m hopeful to see it come around again next year when I might have the free time and extra energy to devote to doing as good of a job as I can.

Thus my #SOSS post for this week, albeit a bit early, and the final one for the year of 2017 comes to an end. I hope everyone takes a look at the bloggers I love to follow and loves them as much as I do!

Jillian’s Own Robot

Jillian came home from work to find a large, roughly human shaped box leaned against her apartment door. Looks like her package arrived. Hopefully he would be undamaged. She wrestled it through the door and laid it flat for easier opening and pulled the cardboard apart. There was an abundance of packing material that she had to wade through before the face appeared before her. It was amazingly lifelike, right down to a few imperfections to avoid the look of being an “uncanny valley” perfection. The bot came clothed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of basic sneakers to round out the look. Just right.

She quickly went and changed from her work clothes and then began to read the manual on her new bot. Turning him on would just have to wait until she knew how he operated. Once she figured that out she fought to sit the bot up and pressed the power button embedded in the back of his neck. The impossibly blue eyes opened and a male voice seemed to clear its throat. “Hello, my name is Gage and I am your new sex robot, model number SR48690. How can I service you?” Jillian giggled at the stiff formality of the robot and hoped the AI programming could learn to relax a little. “Well, first of all, my name is Jillian and I’d like you to go ahead and get out of that dreadful box and take a seat anywhere in this room you’d like.” “Nice to meet you, Jillian.” and something that passed for a smile crossed the robot’s face. Jillian still wasn’t sure if she wanted to call it or him, but decided that using normal pronouns for him would be more natural. Gage walked over and sat beside her, almost but not quite touching her. “You’re very pretty,” came the voice almost whispering in her ear. “Thank you Gage.”

There was an awkward silence in the room as Jillian went back to reading the manual to see if she could get the robot’s AI to loosen up a little. Finally she encountered a section on “How to Train Your Robot” and was soon engrossed in the myriad explanations of different training methods for different things. But nothing about making them friendlier so she’d just have to wing it.”Gage, I want you to try and relax around me. I’d like us to be friends.” “Friends? I’m not sure how to be friends.” “Well we can learn together then. Friends sit and talk with one another in an easy manner, they might share dinner or drink, they spend time together doing things, and generally just hang out. We can always hang out here.” Gage slowly processed what she was telling him and then nodded. “OK, I think we can do that. But what about my original, intended purpose?” “Oh we’ll be getting to that shortly.”

Shortly actually meant now as Jillian could no longer restrain her curiosity about the experience she would have with a sex robot that was her ideal looking man. Hopefully it went well. She’d paid a pretty penny for him. She took his hands and ran her fingers down his arm, feeling the softness of the most lifelike skin material out there and the soft sprinkling of hair on his arm. He turned his face towards hers, expectantly and Jillian leaned in to give him a kiss. Gage’s lips were soft and pliable just like any other man and the kisses soon deepened into more. She encouraged him to put his hands on her body and touch her and he followed her instructions marvelously. Eventually he would learn her preferences, at least according to the manual.

Soon the human and the robot were spread across the couch, him shirtless and her nearly so as they explored each other’s bodies. He railed kisses down her neck and finally removed her shirt completely. “Exquisite,” came the murmur of his voice and Jillian blushed a bit at the compliment. She felt like Gage was quite a real man at this point and could feel a protuberance through his jeans, so she knew that part of him worked as advertised. She lifted her hips against him and he groaned softly. That was enough and they were both suddenly fighting to get out of their clothing. Jillian fairly dove at him and wrapped her lips around the perfectly sized, perfectly lifelike dick that was before her. Gage put his hands in her hair and she was reminded briefly that he was still a robot, but right now she didn’t care. She could suck him to her heart’s content without him ever getting tired and as she did so she grew wetter and wetter, especially hearing the pleasurable noises he was making. Finally she let him go and looked at him. “I want you to eat me, Gage. You’ll do that won’t you?” “Of course, my dear.”

And they repositioned to a more comfortable angle with him kneeling on the floor between her legs. First he teased her inner thighs with nibbles and kisses and tiny licks before he began to tease at her slit the same way, never quite dipping his tongue far enough between them to do anything but tease and titillate. Jillian was moaning on the couch and rocking her hips against him gently, wanting more, but she had known that the first few times would be slow as the robot learned. Finally he parted her lips and ran his tongue all the way up to her clit which he began to flicker his tongue across ever so gently. “More, Gage, more!” He obliged and slid a finger inside of her while he kept up the gentle pace on her clit. He curled that finger right against the spot he was programmed to hit and she bucked her hips wildly as she drenched him in her come. “That was amazing.” He gave her a rakish grin as he stood up, scooped her into his arms and asked, “Bedroom?”

Jillian pointed down the hallway too distracted by planting kisses along his skin to give a verbal response. She heard his noise of appreciation when she hit a certain spot so she hovered over it before biting down gently. He stopped in his tracks momentarily and Jillian made note of one of the erogenous zones they had programmed into him.

Reaching her bedroom he laid her on the bed and staring down at her, spoke with an authority that she loved. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to like it. How he had already discerned that she responded well to domination was beyond her, but she wasn’t going to complain. She trailed her fingers down her body, using one finger to circle her clit. “Come and get me.” Swiftly, the robot was on the bed, poised to fuck her and she could feel his dick teasing her folds gently. “Please, let me have it!” He grinned again and slowly slipped inside of her. Jillian moaned at the perfectness of it all and once more lifted her hips to met his. Her legs wrapped around his back to pull him deeper inside of her and she was moaning and bucking on the bed, trapped under Gage’s weight and loving every moment of having her own personal sex bot.

He pounded relentlessly at her pussy, moaning as he did so. “You’re so tight.” he told her in a whisper, glorying in the feelings his owner felt with him. He learned more of her with each stroke, each touch, and he wanted to learn as much as he could per the instructions programmed into him. He would do this and be perfect for her. Her fingers reached down to play with her clit while he fucked her and it wasn’t long before she was wild underneath him, aching to orgasm. Finally a particularly deep stroke made her come and come hard, her entire body shaking. Gage slipped out of her and flopped onto the bed on his back. Jillian took his hand and smiled at him. “You are incredible. We should do this again sometime. And the sex bot merely smiled.

Wicked Wednesday 290 – Marathon – (Running Buddies)

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Sometimes a marathon can be long and drawn out. It can be 26.2 miles of running or it can be an intense, but long playtime session in a dungeon. I would, obviously, prefer the latter. But a marathon can also turn into other things. Just as it has a beginning so it comes to an end.

Liza and Beth had survived their first marathon together and were celebrating their sore bodies and personal victories with food and drinks in a local pub. They’d started with plenty of water, but Liza decided she wanted a glass of wine which turned into two and Beth followed suit. Neither woman was drunk, but they were more than willing to start delving into more detail, as their relationship had previously been only about training for the marathon. The ladies were single and neither of them had pursued relationships because they just couldn’t seem to find that right someone.

Suddenly, Liza grinned at Beth and spoke, “What if we’ve been looking in the wrong places all this time? Perhaps a man isn’t what we need.” Both of them laughed softly, but Liza had only been partially joking since she was bisexual and attracted to Beth. She wondered if Beth might feel the same way when the other woman looked at her. “I’ve never even kissed another woman, but I’ve thought about it.” That seemed promising to Liza who smiled at her friend. “Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might decide you quite like it.” “Have you ever done it?” Beth inquired. Liza took a sip of her wine and nodded slowly. “Yes I have. More than once. I find it to be enjoyable.” “Why?” “Because I just do. I’m wired that way. But to me women are, in their own ways both softer and harder than men. I’ve certainly known them to be more demanding, but also to be just as shy.” Beth looked down and then back up at Liza, “I think I might be the shy type.” Liza grinned, “The only way to find out is to try it. And you might be shy at first but be more aggressive later on. It all depends on your comfort level and experience.” She shrugged her shoulders and watched Beth carefully for any sign of possible interest.

And they danced around the subject for weeks, talking about sex and sexuality, with Liza sometimes scandalizing the more innocent Beth. Not to say that Beth was naive or sheltered; she just had no idea that some things that were considered deviant weren’t really deviant at all. And that’s when she let herself realize that she was attracted to Liza. Then one day after a run in the park, in which Beth spent a fair amount of time dropping back to stare at Liza’s shapely ass, she seriously began to wonder what it would be like to fuck her friend. She realized her wanting had become a marathon of its own with no finish line in sight.

Liza was perfectly aware of what seemed to be Beth’s burgeoning attraction to her, but didn’t want to push too hard and scare her off. She was trying to figure out how to take things further, but wanted to move at a pace Beth would be comfortable with. Finally she decided on a course of action. As they were cooling down after their most recent run, Liza gathered her courage and spoke up, “Alright, I know you’ve been checking out my ass and you aren’t exactly shying away from the conversations we have about sex. So, are you as attracted to me as you appear to me or just curious?” Beth turned several shades of pink and looked down at the ground, feeling very shy. Then she looked up, meeting Liza’s dark brown eyes and walked over to her, rested her hands on her shoulders and leaned up into the taller woman for just the briefest of kisses. Gentle and sweet, it lasted for only a moment, but it was enough as the sparks seemed to shoot between them. “My house is closer,” came Beth’s voice quietly.

The two women made their way to Beth’s house and as soon as they entered and the front door shut Liza wrapped her arms around Beth and simply said, “Where?” as she lifted her off her feet. Beth motioned down the hallway to the left and Liza carried her to her bedroom before depositing her on the bed with a kiss. “Are you sure about this, Beth? I mean, I’ve been wanting this for a while, but I know you’re nervous.” “I am nervous, but I’ve spent ages lusting over you, and yes, staring at your ass. I realized I wanted this weeks ago, but wasn’t brave enough to speak up so I’m glad you finally did.”

With that, Beth immediately stripped down and let Liza look at her. “You are gorgeous. And I want to do delicious things to you.” Liza’s voice was husky with need and she quickly undressed before crawling onto the bed and holding onto Beth who immediately and playful grabbed at Liza’s ass like she had been wanting to do for months now. They both laughed at this and shared a kiss. Soon Beth became the aggressor, kissing and licking, and nibbling at her new lover’s neck and lower to her breasts. She could taste the faint tang of salt and sweat from their run and she loved it. She felt almost animalistic and primal. Finally as she kissed and rubbed her way down Liza’s body and reached the juncture between her thighs, she looked up, nervous again. “What do I do?”

Liza smiled down at Beth, “What would you like done to you?” “Hmmm…” Beth grinned suddenly and lowered her head gently teasing Liza, tasting her slowly, the way she’d always wished someone would take their time with her. Beth wanted to build an orgasm and then tear it screaming from Liza’s throat. Beth traced the lines of Liza’s skin with her tongue, stopping to flick it across her clit here and there or dipping lower to taste her. Liza had never been one to want to wait for her orgasms, but this was different with Beth; she was content to let her do as she pleased. And Beth slowly edged Liza closer and closer to orgasm, eventually bringing her so close only to stop and make Liza moan her frustration. Beth grinned and kissed Liza’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, her arms wrapped around the other woman’s spread thighs. Liza gasped and began to buck her hips up and down, the sensation being just what she needed. “More, please more.” Beth bit down very gently and pulled, scraping her teeth along the sensitive skin. Liza gasped at that and Beth did it again before resuming her sucking. And then Liza was thrashing about on the bed, not quite screaming, but close enough for Beth. After Liza came down and was relaxed again Beth looked up at her. “How’d I do?” Liza smiled. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you’d done that before. C’mere and let me have you.”

Share Our Shit Saturday (Or Sunday in my case)

Hey folx! I’m here this weekend to share some of my favorite posts that I’ve seen recently because Sharing Our Shit is important. Now I realize that this post is actually supposed to be Share Our Shit Saturday, but I’m usually a day late and a dollar short. So I’m sharing shit on Sunday instead.

Reviews

My favorite review of the week goes to Scandarella with her take on the We-Vibe Clitoral Vibrator. This was a well written, honest review that shows just how popular companies like We-Vibe don’t always make the greatest products for everyone out there (unlike what people might want to believe). Based off of Scandarella’s review I’m pretty sure this toy would be a dud for me altogether. I love when I can read a good, unambiguous review and tell whether the toy would suit me or not without having to guess.

My favorite worst toy review (because of the toy itself, not the writing) goes to Red Hot Suz for her Sistalk Doctor Whale toy. While there are lots of great kegel exercisers on the market (I’m partial to the Aneros Evi), this simply isn’t one of them and Suz makes that demonstrably clear in her writing.

Stories/Pics

One amazing story of the week goes to Kayla Lords by far. I’m normally a very tense person so this really appealed as something I’d like my own lover to do to me. Plus it was hotter than hell just like all of the smut she writes. I love it!

Next up comes Cara Sutra with her erotic story, “In Santa’s Lap”; this one is a hot fantasy about what could happen if a naughty girl really did get to see Santa at the mall. It mixes a great daydream into something that the reader can see as happening until at the very end she is snapped out of it and has to leave. This one left me wet and wanting more.

Aurora Glory is a favorite blogger of mine for her excellent writing and always friendly nature. Her post this week for Wicked Wednesday was all about some steamy, hot sex in an unexpected place.

 Beautiful Bliss in Bondage is one of the hottest pictures I’ve seen in quite sometime. I love looking at the Sinful Sunday posts and while they’re all great photos this one really tripped my buttons and I love that Michael made sure to note that the photo was posted with Bliss’ consent, which is something that is very important to me.

And that’s a wrap y’all. I know it is a day late, but these are some of my favorite things from around the web this week. Hopefully I can make this at least a semi-regular posting and keep showcasing the great work of other bloggers around the web.

Love,

Livvy

Ethical Porn, Feminist Porn

I recently read an article that discussed just how feminist porn began shaping porn in the 80s and has continued to do so in this more modern era of smartphones and instant gratification, where porn is treated as a commodity to be seen and discarded, where mainstream pornography showcases things like violence, force, and a sheer lack of diversity in the total bodies of work that are being produced.

Now some feminists will tell you that all porn is bad or degrading, some will say its a good thing, and others have differing opinions altogether. As a woman who considers herself to be opened minded, if not quite meeting the definition of a feminist, I say that porn needs the diversity, many people want it and will go out of their way to search it out. The mainstream cut and dried tropes of so much pornography is no longer relevant to a large and growing number of people.

I’ve suggested before that making ethical porn is something that can be done and should be done. By working to legitimize the business itself and treat adult performers like anyone else with a day job, by making sure that people are safe on set, by showing things like consent, by continuing to improve and do better and not succumbing to the free sites with stolen content we can provide ethical porn to viewers who want to see it. I wish I could say that everyone wants to see well made, ethical porn, but I recognize that just isn’t the case.

But the problem is that ethical porn, feminist created or not, is not often found on the free tube sites which is where the majority of consumers turn to get their porn. Or if it is there it is just clips that have been stolen and reposted without credit to the actors or creators of the particular piece of art. Because, yes, good porn is an art form just like regular cinematography is. There is no difference between this amazing film by such and such Hollywood director and the amazing work of ethical, feminist leaning porn stars, directors, and producers throughout the industry. But people label it differently because pornography is still a taboo or forbidden subject. It has garnered more mainstream attention as the industry grows, but many people will still be ashamed to admit that they do indeed watch it. I’m not one of those people. I happily watch well made porn from time to time.

My point here is that ethical, feminist porn does exist, should exist, and will continue to exist and grow. Performers who choose their own scenes and feel comfortable doing them are going to have more fun in front of that camera and that will shine through. And the performers don’t all have to be cis, white, and skinny or fit. They don’t have to be conventionally attractive because there is beauty in everyone. Feminist porn has started to pave the way for more trans, queer, and gender non-conforming performers to have a place in the world of pornography and to advocate for a broader audience with more varied tastes. Ethical porn overlaps here in that it does the same thing in many cases.

My question to do you is what makes porn both ethical and/or feminist? When is mainstream porn going to become more about real sex with imperfections and giggles and stories to be told rather than just using women or men as objects of lust? When will people learn that they can learn from watching better porn than what the standard tube sites tend to offer? Sure, it costs more, but isn’t quality better than quantity in some cases? I think this is one of them and I think that more ethical and feminist porn needs to continue to be produced in order to create greater diversity within the market of pornography. We may never see a return to the adult theaters that existed prior to the rise of VHS, but we can see the rise of cinematography and plot and story in porn that is more than just a parody of something else. And I think that people need to see that. What are your thoughts on the ideas of ethical and feminist porn and how they affect the industry as a whole?