I need your mouth on every inch of my shivering skin, on the rosy peaks of my breasts, on the delicate hollow of my hips.
I need your mouth on my cunt.
I need you to kiss me, lick me, devour me with ravenous abandon until I come – hot and hard – on your tongue.
And once your lips and beard are sodden with my lust, I need you to slide your naked cock deep inside my secret flesh. I need you to take and fuck and own this dripping sex until I moan and whimper, until I curse and invoke the almighty, until I scream over and again your name, until you fear the thrusts of the untamed animal possessing his prey might tear her shreds.
I need your mouth; I need you. I need it all so desperately I can barely think or breathe or live.
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.
Wishing you all a blissful, prosperous and seductively provocative 2015
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.
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…
- Girl on the Net
- JoEllen Notte, The Redhead Bedhead
- Erika Moen and Matthew Nolan, Oh Joy Sex Toy
- Nikki & Heather, Vagina Antics
- BD Swain, learning how to tell you
- Jillian Boyd, Lady Laid Bare
- Cheeky Minx, Love Hate Sex Cake
- Lilly, Dangerous Lilly
- Dr. NerdLove, Paging Dr. NerdLove
- Hyacinth Jones, A Dissolute Life Means
Photo courtesy of SassyCat
Welcome to Elust #65
The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #66? Start with the rules, come back January 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!
For our UK readers, we would like to make a special request that you take a moment and fill out this petition to repeal the new censorship laws.
~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~
~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~
~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~
*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!
This Is How You Use Her
“Office Santa”—A Free Story for the Holidays!
Santa Sutra & the Rebellious Rein-Girl
I Want You, My Way
Caught In The Act
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.