Saturday, April 26th, 2014 at
Mrs Goodnight has been exploring her gender identity in recent weeks, and has started wearing a packing dildo when she’s not at work. I happened to look over one afternoon and saw the head of her cock sticking out of her underwear. Held back my desire to reach out and give it a lick, instead heading for the camera.
If you would like to use this image for Exhibit Unadorned’s Sinful Stories writing prompt, you do have both my and Mrs Goodnight’s permission to do so. We kindly ask for credit in your blog post with a link back to this page in return for the use of the image. Good luck with your entry, and happy Sinful Sunday!
Wednesday, April 9th, 2014 at
“Room 309. See you soon. xxx”
My finger hovered over the ‘send’ button for a few minutes more than it really needed to. He announced his arrival with a quick “I’m just pulling in now.” that set off the small butterflies that had taken up residence in my stomach. They’d been living there for what seemed like ages – ever since that moment we both started developing that mysterious connection we still can’t quite figure out, but were both eager to jump on.
Just press send. This is what you’ve been waiting for.
My nightly dreams had been slowly moving from full on sex scenes to the more mysterious shapes and shadows. He had transformed from the figure I lusted over to more of a memory. His kisses turned into connections, his strokes into emotions, the raw sex into a bond. It was sweet and romantic, but I missed the fucking that once played out in my head. A week beforehand I had lost his image in my mind – probably due to the fact it had been months since I’d seen him. This morning, though, that memory had returned. I could see every inch of him in my head. Every. Inch.
I tapped the send button, and watched as the progress bar moved to ‘sent’.
The butterflies were gone, replaced with vultures flopping wildly around, hungry for flesh. His flesh. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I crossed the room to unlatch the door. I looked pale – why was I so pale? You’d think I’d be bright red given what was running through my head at the moment. How would he come in the room? Would he kiss me first, or just throw me onto the bed, covering my mouth with his hand and cut the shirt off of me? Was I expecting too much and he’d shake my hand and we’d wonder off for a coffee and a chat? He’s always guarded his thoughts so well. Half of me wondered if it was to keep me guessing, half of me just assumed he wasn’t interested in me…at least in the ways I wanted him to be.
I knew why I was so pale. This was the moment that would change everything.
The three knocks on the door broke me away from my own thoughts.
Monday, March 10th, 2014 at
Thank you, sun, for staying out all weekend.
The end of the weekend has arrived. Even though it’s Monday, I’m coming down from the high of Eroticon2014. In the five hours it’s taken me to get home, I’m probably written this post in my mind a few times over, making sure that I balance out the seriousness of the weekend, the absolutely joy I felt being there and the unwavering gratitude I have towards a few select individuals. This will be slightly mushy in parts, as I am going through drop, but I also want to be somewhat constructive.
So why did I go to Eroticon? Why have I gone to any Eroticons? I straddle that weird world that’s not quite blogger, not quite erotica writer. Sure, I write blog posts, run blogs, but it’s not for the same reasons that a lot of other bloggers at Eroticon do. I also write long form erotica and have done for the greater part of my adult life, but as I don’t deal with publishers (well, anything at all after I hand the manuscript over to the buyer) as the majority of erotica writers do I don’t feel like I can use label as well. You’d think someone like me would wonder around in an aimless circle wondering where I fit in.
Not at Eroticon.
Keep going…I want more…
Wednesday, July 17th, 2013 at
She was about as innocent as they come. Fresh faced 19 year old English girl in the US for the very first time. Hell, out of her parents’ home for the very first time. Unspoiled by anything adult – ever. She was the ultimate virgin, untouched, unaware, unspoiled by anyone’s hands or minds. She was also painfully in the closet. Not just hiding her own sexuality from others – she was hiding it from herself. She later told me she came out to her parents once, and when they told her she was wrong, she went back in even further. She was delicious looking, to me, although she didn’t quite know how much she turned me on with her butchy demeanor, quick whit, English accent and the way she held a cigarette.
I…how can I say this tastefully…wasn’t so innocent. Four years living in dorm rooms with other women, four years of being a professional submissive a few nights a week, very much aware of my sexuality and what I wanted in life. I had no issues with fucking anyone I worked with, and did it quite regularly. It was summertime, and my usual D/s fixes were done for the time being, as I had stepped down from performing, going to munches, swinging, parties and all that style of life to my routine summer job as a lifeguard. I’d not been with another woman steadily for some time, just a few one nighters and extended weekends here and there. To say I was hungry for pussy would be an understatement, and at this particular workplace, it was a virtual all-you-could-oogle buffet.
Keep going…I want more…
Wednesday, July 10th, 2013 at
After some rather…intense…twitter discussions on the recent actions by Blogger and WordPress in relation to hosting adult content I thought I’d put a more positive spin on things. After speaking with John D Stories, he reminded me that there is a lot of actual ‘good’ to come out of this whole thing. So in typical blogging style, I’ve decided to throw together a top ten positive results that I feel will come out of the mass adult exodus from those two services.
Hosts that do support adult materials will get a boost in their signups and sales. In a free market system, if you don’t like a given service provider, you head on over to one that you do. I would imagine that Blogger and WordPress are now losing blogs by the thousands. I would also imagine that the majority of those leaving wouldn’t be simply dropping their blog for good – they are either moving to an adult friendly freehost, or spending their money with a company that does support their desire to write about adult themes. These adult-friendly hosts are now benefiting from the moronic move that was made by their largest competition.
Keep going…I want more…
Friday, February 22nd, 2013 at
This post has been bouncing around in my head since Molly encouraged her readers to discuss and bust myths surrounding submissive women. I started off with a set in my head, and began to mentally expand on them, but haven’t had the opportunity (or time…let’s be honest here) to get them down on my blog. If you haven’t read Molly’s post Question Time, click on over and check out why she’s posed these specific questions.
Top Five Myths & Beliefs I Would Like To Dispel About Submissive Women:
- They are all masochists / pain sluts. Not all submissives get off on pain. I’m one of them. Sure, pain is part of the whole picture when it comes to submission and BDSM, but it’s not the end all be all. Smacking a sub on the ass isn’t going to send them into a quivering pile of orgasmic goo (at least not this submissive).
- They all have high powered jobs and they are using their submission as a release / escape. I’ve even heard this one from other submissives – that they have control in every other aspect of their lives, so their submission is their way to let that go. Yes, this is the case for some subs, but don’t take it as gospel that they are all like that.
- They are all polyamourous or have open relationships. I think this applies more of a BDSM myth in general rather than a submissive-only myth. While many D/s relationships are open, or involve third parties (or fourth…fifth…etc…), there are other D/s couples who choose not to open their relationship to others.
- Submissives have “Daddy” issues. As in they somehow had a warped relationship with their fathers that caused them to become sexual submissives.
- That being a sub is all about “taking” and not “giving”. There seems to be a trend of showing submission as a one way street, both physically and emotionally- receiving the flogging, receiving the Dom’s cock / dildo, receiving the collar, receiving the aftercare. Submission isn’t incapacity – we can give as well as we can take! Giving pleasure, giving our submission, giving our love and affection. Too much of that is missed out.
Top five words to describe my submission: evolving, devotion, teaching, hidden, and growing. I’ll leave you to make of that what you will.
In erotic fiction, what “wrongs” have I come across that don’t work for me as a submissive woman:
- The parties involved are in BDSM due to some childhood trauma. <coughFiftyShadescough>
- I personally haven’t found a female-female D/s erotica that isn’t stereotypical when it comes to a number of issues, including female domination, lesbian relationships, and D/s in general.
- The lack of communication before the relationship or session starts. Fifty Shades almost got there with the whole contract being brought in, but even that wasn’t communicated fully in such a way that I felt both parties were understanding. (I do need to give her credit for even having it there in the first place, though!)
If you could as Molly any question, what would it be?
If there ever comes a point where your child (either teenage or adult) discovers your fetish, how would you handle it?
Wednesday, May 30th, 2012 at
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Far and away, the most criticism I’ve read when it comes to Fifty Shades of Grey is from those who live the BDSM lifestyle. I can agree with a lot of the concerns I’ve read. The major issue that seems to be the flash point is in relation to Christian’s character.
In the novel, an unspoken connection that imply’s Christian’s Dominance stems from early childhood trauma. It gives the reader the impression that this lifestyle is the result of an underlying imperfection – be that abuse, assault, or neglect. That someone cannot simply be a Dominant without any issues or baggage that brought them to that point. While I’m in agreement for the most part, I would be whole-heartedly on this bandwagon if there were other Dominants discussed in the book in further detail that also had fucked up backgrounds. Maybe they are introduced in the subsequent novels (I’m currently just a few chapters in book two) that have not entered the ‘scene’ that aren’t from a broken background. If you were a vanilla individual reading this, you may get the impression that Dominance is a ‘bad’ thing, and to be ashamed of your imperfection. Even a few Doms may question their desires based on Christian’s character.
Keep going…I want more…
Tuesday, May 29th, 2012 at
I recently wrote Fifty Shades of Ruby – A Fifty Shades of Grey Review – An Introduction discussing my difficulty on settling on a single opinion about EL James’s novel Fifty Shades of Grey. Taking it from three different perspectives, my opinion on the novel from an erotica writer’s point of view is quite black and white. It really can be summed up on eight simple words:
This is certainly not a well written book.
I knew that right from the start. Within ten minutes of reading the book, I had seen the phrase “ghost of a smile on his lips” three separate times. Ms James seems to have a list of twelve of so adjectives that she pulls from for the entire novel. Every third paragraph seems to be discussing the color of Christian’s eyes. Her chapters seemed to follow a formula of sorts with her sentence style, especially when it came to dialogue – almost cookie-cutter. If I had handed this in as a short story to my senior year English teacher, Miss Farley would have had a field day with her red pen.
I do have to admit, there were times where my mind was more involved in self-critiquing her writing style than getting involved in the story itself, and that upset me. I certainly hope Ms James never steps foot into any self-pub writers forums or she’d see herself completely crucified for her ‘lack’ of writing skills. In an interview on the Today Show in the states, she gets asked straight out what she feels about her writing, and she says that she is aware that they are poorly written.
But does any of that really matter?
Keep going…I want more…
Monday, May 28th, 2012 at
I’m a bit late on this scene, as my personal reading time has been slowly evaporating in the last few months. When two of my employers had asked me if I had read the Fifty Shades trio by EL James, and if I could create pieces on the subject, I seized the opportunity to read one of the most discussed books of the year.
I had read numerous reviews of it, mostly from those who are involved in the BDSM lifestyle. I had also witnessed my personal Facebook timeline fill up with vanilla friends who declared it one of the best books they had ever read in their lives, and how every red-blooded woman needed to read it. The writer’s forums that I frequented had numerous posts on it as well, ripping apart EL James as an example of people with zero writing ability somehow scamming the world into spending their hard earned money on their ‘puke on a page’, (as someone so eloquently described it).
I am involved in the BDSM lifestyle. I remember the days of being a vanilla reader of paperback smut and falling completely head first into a book. I also write BDSM erotica for a living, so in a way, Fifty Shades of Grey is my competition. Before I even started reading the book, the internal debate began. Under what ‘hat’ do I judge this book? Can I go into this objectively despite the fact that I had already read so much on it? Will I be able to combine all those parts of me into one and formulate a single opinion? Keep going…I want more…