Provocateur

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Provocateur. Femme fatale. Exotic temptress.

She will entice you with her sin and sensuality, lure you into her velvet decadence, arouse the noir goddess that sighs hotly in your depths.

She will take you by the hand and caress your softness, run her lips along your skin and bare your strength. She will leave you aching and glistening, trembling and breathless with need, anticipation, a passion and a darkness that takes you, body and soul, to the very carnal edge.

She will deliver all you can dream and imagine, all you dare to crave, all time and splendour, love and lust and nurture, 365 wondrous nights and days.

~o~

Wishing you all a blissful, prosperous and seductively provocative 2015

~Minx x

Seven or: Top Sex Bloggers of 2014

Seven.

The number…of days and their nights… of the heavens… of deadly and erotic sinning… of the body and the flesh… of man and of woman.

Seven.

The number… of my most wondrous – and truly unexpected – position on the list of Top Sex Bloggers of 2014, compiled by the gorgeous Rori from Between My Sheets, that places me among writers, photographers, creators who inspire and leave their trace on my own words and imagery.

To Rori, my warmest gratitude for her tireless work and this very generous recognition, which leaves me hungry to reach again for both pen and lens. My heartfelt thanks also to you – readers, friends and lovers – for your nominations, enduring support and encouragement. Even though writing and shooting are my compulsions, your presence and comments here are gifts of conversation and exchange, a sense of belonging and kinship that never fails to humble, delight and curve my lips.

On the subject of delights, below are the links to the Top 10, with the entire Top 100 available at Between My Sheets. I hope you all enjoy diving once more into the ones we know and revere, the ones we are yet to discover, to the ones who will undoubtedly leave us longing for more…

~Minx x

~o~

      1. Girl on the Net
      2. JoEllen Notte, The Redhead Bedhead
      3. Erika Moen and Matthew Nolan, Oh Joy Sex Toy
      4. Nikki & Heather, Vagina Antics
      5. BD Swain, learning how to tell you
      6. Jillian Boyd, Lady Laid Bare
      7. Cheeky Minx, Love Hate Sex Cake
      8. Lilly, Dangerous Lilly
      9. Dr. NerdLove, Paging Dr. NerdLove
      10. Hyacinth Jones, A Dissolute Life Means

 

e[lust] #65

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Welcome to Elust #65

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“Does this look sexual to you?”
Submission Can Be Hard
You can have a secret sex blog and be ethical

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On Writing and Self Doubt

Online porn: the canary in the coalmine

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Erotic Fiction

Blades
Dark Desires
This Is How You Use Her
“Office Santa”—A Free Story for the Holidays!
Feral
Justin’s Rope
Santa Sutra & the Rebellious Rein-Girl
Dirty
I Want You, My Way
Caught In The Act
The Smile

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The Smile

It is her smile that invites him.

It is the slight curve of her sensuous mouth, almost sweet and unassuming at first. It is the way it drifts up to her eyes, delicately creasing their corners, betraying her intensifying desire. It is the way it both illuminates and clouds her face as her gaze travels approvingly the length of his strong, lean body, as it finally recognises the hunger of his own need.

Yes, it is her smile.

And then slowly, just as softly, it is the parting of her thighs, the gleam of the sheer nylon under the violence of fluorescence, the heat and the wetness and the pungency of the lust he can sense even now dripping from her sex as he sits quietly on the opposite side of the boardroom, his cock thickening and hardening and leaking, out of sight and underneath the oversized mahogany table, at the vision of his fingers shredding with practiced ease the damp gusset of the pantyhose in preparation of her violation.

Yes, it is her smile that he meets once more as the temptress taunts him over her shoulder, her buttocks grinding into his shaft, silently challenging him to take her then and there on every surface of the now emptied office. It is her wanton smile that he kisses roughly off her lips once he turns her slight frame to face him, as he pushes up the trailing hem of her skirt to place his cock between the cunt lips pouting with lascivious greed through the ragged opening, before plunging himself selfishly into her clutching velvet depths in one slick, throbbing, measured stroke.

Yes. It is her smile, the one now completely overtaken by the ecstasy etched on her face, the pink, lustrous mouth grasping for his name and for breath, the fine hands clawing at the brick wall as he fucks her with hard and decisive thrusts from behind, as possesses her tight little cunt for the third time that night, metres from the bustling crowd in the shadows of the city alleyway.

Proof

You must know. You must.

You must know by now just how my body craves you, just how maddening and intense my hunger for you.

I hear your voice, my gaze falls upon your face and your body, and my cunt betrays me each and every time, releasing the flood with the sound of your sigh, with your slightest touch, with the revelation of your cravings, with your deep and devastating kiss.

You don’t believe me?

Inch up my skirt. Spread wide my legs. Trail your hands up the trembling softness of my thighs. Bury your fingers inside.

Tell me, can you feel my heat? Can you feel the molten desire soaked into the ebony lace? Can you feel the wetness as you slide your thumb along the fine filigree from my mons to my cleft, as you slowly ease the fused fabric from my obscenely smooth and scarlet flesh to taunt me, to stroke my pouting lips, to tease the throbbing ache of my clitoris?

Can you feel it? Can you feel me? Can feel and smell my need?

Bring your hand to your nose, to your lips. Lick your fingers. Inhale the scent.

How do I taste? Am I just as heady, just as blistering, just as sweet as I was the other day when I came hotly in your mouth, moaning and writhing and pleading for your cock, for you to fuck me, as you fed off the succulence of my tight little cunt like a starved and merciless beast?

How do I taste? Do I taste like your wanton lover in heat? Like your perfect submissive? Like your sublime cock whore? Do I taste like I’m yours?

You must know. You must.

And if you still doubt me, all you need do is glide your hard, thick, dripping disbelief along every curve of my naked and ravenous body for the proof.

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