Vignettes VI

So it seems I've finally arrived - this blog just passed it's 6 month birthday, and I've already been plagiarized by someone on an internet hookup site. Special thanks to Rose who sent me the email notifying me of such. Apparently the account has been deleted, but what's to stop her from simply opening up another account right?

A note to all potential thieves reading this: we all work hard on these posts. My "process" (how bloody pretentious can I be here??) involves me writing most of my posts out in a journal- then re-reading and fixing, then posting it on here with more editing. (Shocking that my posts aren't even better isn't it?)

The point is, while imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery- we take the time to write something that people will find worthwhile to read - so to simply lift those words and claim them as your own is more than a little distressing. Blog writers give birth to their posts. They nurture them and make them blossom - don't be lazy. Come up with your own thoughts and be honest.

*The Duchess now trips on her stilettos while stepping off her soapbox*

On a different note:
The smolderingly sexy Aurore gave me this award! Isn't she a peach? (I bet she tastes like one too...)

There are rules and things to go along with this award:
You have to list 5 sexy things about yourself and tag 4 others.


Ugh - what an awful assignment! I don't even know how to come up with one or two, let alone five! (help a girl out and include some suggestions in the comments, would ya?)

Here goes:
1. At the moment, I think it's my writing. I do enjoy writing erotica- it's a new hobby, but one I've quickly come to love.
2. My lips- I kinda like the look of them and all the things they can do.
3. I've been told that I have a good "phone sex" kinda voice when I try.
4. My hair- it gets delightfully mussed at all the appropriate times.
5. My legs- they do stockings and heels pretty well.

Done!

Now onto the good stuff - tagging others!

1. Ms Inconspicuous - she is by far the best writer I've found on the internet. Yes, she writes erotica, but I suspect she could do well in any genre.
2. I'm tagging Aurore right back- thanks lovey!
3. Kimberly - for bringing us all together in the "May I Seduce You" series each Wednesday.
4. The Minx- I love this blog, I've been reading it since the day I started my own...

Have a sexy weekend my darlings.

*UPDATE* I realize that Aurore at least night be interested in this: So I took all your advice and sent "Jacques" (whom you may remember from this, this and this post) the links to my fantasies about him. The response? None. Although I could tell by my stats that he did pass it around to some of his friends. I suppose that's better than a freaked out threat of a restraining order, no?

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Sugasm #165

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“My legs were now spread and he was in between them.”

Dinner and a Show
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Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part two) - All Five Senses
“She takes her lipstick out of her bag and uncaps it, twists it up and paints her mouth subtly, softly.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Adieu ErosBlog?

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Relationship Status

Editor’s Choice
A Long Slow Seduction Continued…

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Black Panties

I lay on the bed waiting for him. Lacy black camisole and black panties. The hipster kind that are both demure, yet sexy all at once.

I lay on the bed caressing myself. Nipples erect, legs slightly apart, already hot and wet. I ran my hands all over my body - pinching my nipples under the camisole - stroking the lace of the panties, occasionally slipping my fingers inside to touch my own heat and arousal.

He entered without a word. Before I had a chance to say anything he was on top of me - tongue in my mouth, fingers entangled in my hair. I could feel his erection through his pants - rubbing with erotic friction through those black lace panties.

He bit my nipples through the camisole, then roughly yanked it off and tossed it away. He gazed at me hungrily- laying open to him on the bed- naked save for those panties.

I pulled at his clothes - tugging off his shirt, belt, pants and boxers. Those panties were the only thing separating us - those tight, black, lace panties that were becoming wetter with each passing moment.

Then he slipped his finger inside - sneaking in through the bottom. Rubbing my clit- never taking his eyes off me as I writhed and moaned. He slipped in more fingers and fucked me that way - seeming to enjoy the limited movement the panties allowed.

He lay on top of me pulling my hands over my head. He sucked on my tongue and rubbed his cock hard against me. He could feel the heat and wetness escaping those panties and moaned with anticipation.

I opened my legs wides and he reached down to rub my cunt through those panties - his cock still rubbing as well. Then he began to move down..socking on my nipples...running his tongue down my stomach until finally reaching the seam of those panties. With his teeth he slowly...agonizingly slowly began working them down, woth me arching my hips and doing everything I could to help...

He pulled them midway down my thighs and then stopped- leaving my legs limited capacity for movement and spreading. I still had the ability to be pleasured though as he licked and sucked on my clit, and fucked me with his tongue.

And when my moaning and gasping became too much - he yanked off the panties, threw them aside and impaled me with his dripping cock.

Wanna share more black panties fun?
Why not get involved in some group action with these other hot bloggers?


Hubman of Hubman’s Hangout
Veronica of Another Suburban Mom
Aurore of Dangerous Liasons
Eden’s Dragon of the Temptation Fetish
Me of The Secret Life of Me
Topaz of Gemology
Enchanted Mistress of Your Sweetest Taboo
Petal of Secret Life of a Yummy Mommy
Autumn of the First Day of Autumn
Southern Girl of From There to Here
Dick Fitzwell of The Taste of Another Man’s Wife
Sheba of the Kink Chronicles

The woman who brings us all together: Kimberly of the Errant Wife

Why Waste It On Talking?

If hands are my favourite part of the body, then I would have to say that my next favourite is the tongue. I may even extend that to the entire mouth, but the tongue is the cherry on the sundae.

Like hands, sexually it can do so much more to arouse than the penis can. With a properly used tongue, I could be convinced to get naked without ever being physically touched. Of course, I certainly wouldn't want to waste a good tongue on words alone...

A quick lick on an earlobe, and down the nape of my neck can create endless shivers all over my body and result in slow sighs or involuntary gasps. A tongue trailing down my clavicle - perhaps leaving a trail of kisses in its wake is pure bliss.

And nipples? My cunt throbs just thinking about an ocean of possibilities. Licking the aureolae, blowing on them, sucking on them, and finally biting them. Enough time spent on that area along can result in my pouncing on you with impatience and tearing your clothes off.

Someone told me once that he considered french kissing to be second base. Well if that's true, then I have absolutely no interest in first base. As far as I'm concerned, unless we're related, you have absolutely no excuse for kissing me without getting at least a little tongue involved. I could extend the kiss goodnight portion of the evening for hours. And if a man called me up and said that he just wanted to make out on our first date (no dinner, no wooing..) I would probably consider him a great catch.

And no, I'm not forgetting the obvious. To feel a hot wet tongue trail down my stomach or up my inner thigh - to experience the exquisite, back arching tense of anticipation as it inches closer between my legs...

That initial flick of pressure and wetness...both hot and cold at the same time. Then nothing but heat...His lips kissing my cunt...his tongue creating such a wave of sensations that each moment of pleasure is indecipherable from the next. One moment he's sucking my clit, the next he's tongue fucking me.

It's all I can do to stay relatively still, and not accidentally bruise him with a bucking pelvis. I simply arch my back more and clutch the blankets tighter and tighter. I involuntarily lock my legs around his back- locking my ankles and preventing his escape.

His tongue is mine. Orgasm after orgasm crashes over me. he is sucking up my juices and I'm moaning and screaming - simultaneously telling him to stop because it's too much and locking my ankles even tighter as he grins up at me with no intention of releasing me...

A Long Slow Seduction Continued...

Continued from here...

All I want is to savour each gasp, each movement. To truly be in the moment and relish each time his fingers tighten and when his body unconsciously opens itself to me.

I want to own him - to possess his desire. To command his lust. I want to wipe his mind clean of every other thought - to create in it one single-minded purpose. To want me. Only me.

His hands, his cock, his tongue crave only my taste, my touch. Only my cunt will provide him with release. We must consume each other.

As my cunt throbs at the very thought of him, as I drip with heat and desire, as I ache with wanting - so I want him to reciprocate a thousand-fold. My obsession isn't enough. I want the very thought of me to create in him the same depths of arousal, of heat of hardness, or pure unrelenting blinding lust.

Kissing him, tongues hot and thrusting, nipples against each other, hands exploring, legs entwined...suddenly this isn't enough for me.

I untangle my legs from his and before he has a chance to think or respond, my hand reaches up to massage his groin. Not tentatively. Not asking his permission silently - but hard. Demanding a response. Insisting on an answering groan and gasp of surprise. He knows what I want.

I crawl down towards his cock, licking and biting his nipples along the way...

Not a word has been spoken between us. What could we possibly say that would evoke the reaction I'm seeking? "I want you? Fuck me?" Words are inadequate. Nothing can express the fire he ignites inside me. Only action can demonstrate my need. Only the feeling of tongue, teeth and flesh against flesh can ever come close to creating the demanding response that I long for.

I unzip his pants and release his cock. It is hard, hot and larger than life. I've thought about this moment for what feels like an eternity.

Finally.

I lower myself down and give it the taste that I'd only imagined until now. As I hear his initial gasp I feel my power...

My First Time

So the ultra hot Kimberly of The Errant Wife created her "May I Seduce You" series and invited some of us to participate.

The first topic that was suggested was "My First Time." Now I already posted a while back about getting my cherry popped, but there are oh-so-many "firsts" to write about, that I was thrilled to contribute more...

I actually had a hard time choosing - my first blow job? One night stand? Orgasm? Seeing a penis? Having anal sex?

Then I realized what the post had to be about. My first porn experience.

Ahh Dave. Le premier amour. So sweet. And patient. And classy.
Ahem. Or not.

Now watching an erotic film with your lover can be an immensely hot and satisfying experience. It can make you both aroused. It can give you ideas you'd never thought of before. It can give you something to aspire to. In some cases it can even make you laugh and try to show those actors how you can do better.

But that? Comes with experience and maturity. Something sadly lacking in a seventeen year old man-child.

The Duchess's first porn movie?
In Dave's living room. Fully clothed.
With Dave.
And Dave's best friend Kevin.
And Dave's other best friend Dave.
And Lisa, who is dating the other Dave.

And no, this is not going anywhere fun, or sexy, or anywhere even remotely approaching a "group" experience.

Kevin? Sat staring at the screen mesmerized. Mouth slightly ajar. Possibly not breathing.
The other Dave? Sat there holding hands with Lisa. Very well behaved and gentleman-like.
My Dave? Watching the movie and looking annoyed when Lisa and I (on opposite ends of the couch with the two Daves between us) would lean over and start chatting.

Was it hot? No.

Multiple choice - was it embarrassing for the Duchess because:
a) She was 17 and suspected that she was watching her boyfriend's father's porn
b) She was in a room with 3 other people watching porn the same way you would watch 16 Candles
c) Kevin was freaking her out.
d) She was a 17 year old girl who didn't know what to do with her own sexuality yet, let alone that of those on the screen, and those in the room with her.
e) All of the above.

Yes. E.

And so ended my porn career for quite a few years until I eventually found that while it can be hilarious under the correct circumstances, sometimes it can also do what it's intended to do.

Wait, was this supposed to be a hot, arousing post? Next time my lovelies, I promise!

Other super sexy people who also wrote about their "firsts."

Hubman of Hubman’s Hangout
Aurore of Dangerous Liasons
Andy of Too Respectable
Bdenied of Cuckold Husband
Topaz of Gemology
Library Vixen of Library Vixen
Enchanted Mistress of Your Sweetest Taboo
Petal of Secret Life of a Yummy Mommy
Lionia of Emotional Algebra
Autumn of the First Day of Autumn
Southern Girl of From There to Here

And of course, Kimberly of The Errant Wife

Stamina is Only Good Up to a Certain Point...

I was drunk and he had wanted me for quite a while. He was supposed to have moved away, but suddenly he was there that night. I had already had quite a bit to drink by the time he arrived- unusual for a control freak like me, and he was happy to encourage me with more.

He was more appealing than usual, or so he seemed through my champagne-coloured glasses.

And he seemed to feel that he had the right to be clingier than usual too. There was just something unspoken between us that night that made me his. In his mind anyhow. When I went over to speak to some other men I knew at the other end of the bar he was all over me. Marking his territory in a way that these men (the presumed competition) could not mistake. This frustrated me, but not enough to dismiss him altogether.

He whispered that he wanted to leave so that we could spend some time alone together. I acquiesced and led him to my place, which was only a few blocks away. I was so tipsy that I couldn't even get my shoes off and he had to assist.

I lay down on the couch and pulled him towards me. No longing or curiosity, simply accepting what was inevitable. There seemed to be no doubt in his mind where it was going, and I didn't see any purpose in arguing. It had been a while after all, and he wasn't unattractive. And I confess, the fact that he was going back to his out of town job after the weekend was a big factor in his favour. Had I known that he would decide to stay, that night may have gone a lot differently.

I crookedly led him to the bedroom and sat on the bed. "Are we really going to do this?" I asked, one final moment of doubt, knowing that I didn't really want him, and was quite possibly taking advantage of his feelings for me. "Yes," was his reply. It was clear that this was something that he had been wanting and thinking about for a while. It seemed silly to disappoint him.

He helped me undress, and before I knew it, he was in the same state. He was one of those guys who are only eager to please. He kept asking me what I liked, and what I wanted. However I wasn't in the proper state to get all dominatrix on him. This was definitely going to be laying down sex by necessity.

It probably should have been painful hymen re-breaking sex too. It had been that long. However I don't remember anything other than a vague sense of wonder at the fact that it was happening.

One thing I'll give him - he had stamina. After a while I found myself asking him how long he could last. "A couple of hours." Boys- 5 minutes? Not good. But two hours? I don't know about all girls, but in a more sober state, I either start to wonder if I'm doing something wrong, or (more cynically) begin to question who he's trying to impress. At two hours it seems like you're just showing off to prove that you can, and not paying attention to cues from your partner. OR is that just me being bitchy? Ladies, can I get a ruling on this?

Anyhow, I made him reach a conclusion, and then carried on with the requisite glowing. It didn't take long before I was ready to go again (once you get a taste....) You should have seen how devastated he looked when he broke the news that he only had the one condom. Heartbreaking really.