Yesterday was something of an oddity for me.
For the first time since the inception of Love Hate Sex Cake seven years ago, I genuinely didn’t feel its anniversary worth marking or celebrating. Lately, I’ve been musing about its quality, its purpose, my creative and sexual drive, and whether this site will be anything more than the repository of the yearning I feel each and every day. Much like the woman before you. A body that houses a craving for more – for intimacy, connection, love and passion, for the erotic fusion of mind, body and soul.
And yet here I am observing its beginnings once again, but mostly to extend my heartfelt thanks and gratitude for your unerring support and your communion with the words and imagery during a year of sporadic posting and diminished time and inspiration. Language will never quite express how much it means to me. The ability to touch, to inspire, to soothe, to excite, through whispers and cries, through pixels and light, through shadow and colour and monochrome tones is one I will never take for granted.
If you’re in need of ideas, my mind and body can easily conjure a few (thousand) tempting suggestions.
But there’s one wickedly, decadent proposition I have in mind.
One that involves your indecently ravenous hands and fingers…
You see, I need you to grasp and trace and tap and click because voting season is here once again.
The Top 100 Sex Blogs, originally created by the gorgeous Sweet Rori from Between My Sheets, is being judged and compiled for the second consecutive year by the tireless, generous and talented Molly Moore from Molly’s Daily Kiss (and her partner in life and delicious D/s crime, Signs from This D/s Life). With Molly’s call closing 1 November 2016, you have a whisper over four weeks to consider all of your sex blogging favourites. You can find the list of mine on my ‘Links’ page.
If you’ve enjoyed anything or all that’s been on offer here this year, I would greatly appreciate a show of support.
- You can nominate Love Hate Sex Cake here: http://mollysdailykiss.com/2016/10/01/top-100-sex-blogs-2016-nominations/
This month, the lovely folks over at Kinkly are also calling for your Sex Blogging Superhero votes. The rules are slightly different this year, with only blogs receiving more than five votes being considered for the list. You have until 9 October 2016 to get clicking and spread the love for all you enjoy.
If you’d like to slip in your ballot for my cake, this masked minx will be all blushing smiles and swoons knowing she has provided you with a little joy.
- You can find my dedicated page and voting link here: https://www.kinkly.com/top-sex-bloggers/love-hate-sex-cake-musings-on-a-libidinous-life
And since I always take pleasure in icing my cake, sweetening the deal and baring my… gratitude… for any kind and attentive gesture, I thought a new autoportrait was in order.
In the meantime, you have my warmest thanks in advance, sweet, sexy, pretty things…
Was it your mind, your body, your desire, your face?
Was it the deep and accented voice laced with carnal passion and erotic yearning?
Was it the connection, our chemistry, the way my diminutive curves always felt the most perfect complement to your overwhelming presence and strength?
Was it the soft brush of your mouth, followed quickly by our sensual and ravenous kiss?
Was it the trail of my tongue along the curve of your neck and throbbing line of your cock, eager to taste a uniquely masculine scent and warmth?
Was it your command for me to hook my thumbs through the ebony straps, exposing myself to you with a complete and wanton brazenness I’ve only ever imagined and dreamed?
Was it your fingers teasingly charting the fullness of my dripping lips before filling my sweet cunt to the hilt and fusing with molten fire our need?
Was it the slow reveal that left me breathless at every turn, that left me aching and sodden from the very beginning, that has me craving to this day, that has me wondering through each long and lonely night?
Was it one or the other? Was it our every moment together?
Was it – and is it – your all?
Your commanding grip.
The decadent silk strip nestled against your chest, whose arrowhead invariably directs my gaze to the virile need hardening between your legs.
The pungent leather that bears your scent plus mine. The alluring danger of its glistening clasp.
The cashmere that moments ago clung to the soft slope of my shoulder and kissed the delicate swell of each creamy breast.
Use it all to bind me, to shroud my sight, to plunge me into your dark hunger.
Then use me.
Take and possess every inch of skin, every morsel of flesh, every moan and tremble, every ravenous hole and dripping slit you have craved to fill and ravage and mark.
Lover, use me and make me yours.