My budding wish list of photos to take

I have such luck in finding the great male counterparts to my naughty undertakings. I was reading a blog by one whom I admire (Mon) and my imagination took off. I've never gotten to photograph anyone in the order of sexual adventure and his would be so delicious to capture. I don't know if what he writes is real but the idea of it is enticing. So many possibilities and his newest endeavor would lend itself to such an opportunity. 


Think of it...a woman tied to a stool, arse up with pretty lacey things on getting a spanking. How does that NOT sound like fun? Oh the possibilities...


I do wonder what sort of element it would add to the participants as well. I guess I have something new to imagine when my hand moves between the sticky need. Would my watchful eye make the adventure more exciting? Would my own arousal make the atmosphere more charged and exhilarating? 


I do love the idea of being watched, it is a repetitive fantasy of mine so being on the camera end would be fun as well. I do love to watch porn, seeing sexual expression and capturing the primal...so it all sounds great to me. 


I'm off to bed...my imagination needs an outlet.

Delight me...tickle me...tempt me

Sometimes I search through Flickr to find something that sparks my imagination, desire or to plain ol entertain me and tonight I found myself wondering why I can't find anything new. By new I mean inventive or just plain sexy. I did find some beautifully done cunts, the lighting was nice and the POV was great and I do adore the capture of wetness...

Taken in 2008

Still, I find myself longing for the early days of Flickr when all seemed new and exciting. Each time I would log in my hand would find it's way in between the soft wet flesh for release. It would start with the pressure, that sensation I get when I'm aroused, and I would keep looking and reading and exploring until I had a need that was too large to ignore. When I started on Flickr it was because a friend of mine and I did some body painting. One thing lead to another and we ended up with some fantastic work. He did all the painting and I laid there...yeah and I shot the photos which isn't easy when you are covered in paint. I would do this again in a heart beat with my art buddy, I think he enjoyed it too. (These were taken by me and were among my favorite shots of the process. Ultimately we made prints from this.)I'll admit the sensation was more than delightful when I wasn't shivering from the cold paint. I did really enjoy shooting myself like this all covered in color because it was oddly anonymous and more than just skin. This endeavor led me to shooting self nudes and as they say...the rest is history, Rumpled Muse was born.

Back to my train of thought...Flickr...Now I can look at photos for hours and not develop more than a passing interest. I have figured out that I enjoy viewing women's nude and erotic work more than men. It isn't that I find the human form more beautiful based on gender but maybe it's because I can see myself in their photos. Some days I would love to throw my "art" aside and just shoot some nasty dirty photos and show the world. Ya know the kind where cum drips from between my spread open lips. There is a high erotic value to those in the simplest raw form. But my vanity holds me in check, and each time I think about opening an account to make public that dirty girl I shrink back.


I entertain the idea of phone sex for money because I think I would enjoy myself a lot and why not get paid for something you enjoy. I'm still considering selling my used panties because it is a strange ego boost and I like the kink. I wonder what it would be like to go to adult clubs or resorts where everyone has as much sex on the brain as I do but I don't have the funds for a resort and I would feel more comfortable going with someone to a club. I used to write erotic stories with friends, more of a back and forth journey and that was fun but I didn't get that turned on, not like I do when reading erotica. 


I think the most fun I had was masturbating on video for a Flickr contact of mine. I would film my masturbation and then he filmed himself watching my video for the first time. The great part was that I could see the computer screen, watching him watch me. Then I would watch the video of him and film myself masturbating...back and forth. Once we got 8 turns into one video. Now that was fun. I do enjoy the thought of someone watching me masturbate.I wonder if he would let me "release" any of those videos into the wild?


I need something new to tempt me, tickle me and delight me....

Flavor of the Month

I decided that each month I would introduce one of my favorite flavors. My tastes vary, and certainly think that variety is a spicy way to live life. I have been posting photos on Flickr for almost 3 years and I have found many interesting people with an enormous amount of kink to say the least.
Over the years I have made friends, enemies, given out a good deal of jealousy beans and met the partner I'm living with now. Up, down and inside out is what happens on the racy side of Flickr. There are some gorgeous people that ignite the imagination, as an artist, a woman and a naughty girl. So my flavor of the month is going to showcase some of my favorites...Each month my favorite will be for a different reason, some are just plainly talented, some are just sexy and some are just real in a emotional sense.


On second thought, maybe the one a month is a little over ambitious considering I can't find time to take my own photos. And the second person (female) I asked to do this declined. It never occurred to me that asking permission to post a few photos would turn out to be a big deal considering I wasn't asking for "face" shots. 


Well, back to the drawing board with this but I think I will still post one, hopefully soon, and see if I can lure anyone else onto my blog....(insert evil laugh)

What no photo!?!

I seem to be at a stand still creatively and it's mostly because I can't carve out the time in a week to just be creative. My photos have dropped to an all time low and so has my masturbation! What the fuck is going on? 


I skipped around Flickr tonight before I logged in to write a blog and wondered where all the sex went in my life. I am closing in on my second sexual prime and my vagina has dust on it. I don't get it...I want sex. I want quiet sweet sex, dirty sex, experimental sex, solo sex, sex recorded with photos or videos...lights on sex, in the back of a car, at a rest stop, in the movies, in the bathroom...I just want sex!


I think I'm over the online dating thing. I think I could still do a one night stand pick up from a bar but even that isn't so charming in real time. I would like to meet someone that has the same drive as I do and then we could just be fuck buddies. I know...I know...it never stays like that but I'm willing to risk it. I can do sex without being emotional a lot of the time so...can't I just get laid?'


Maybe I should do a personal? Anyone care to write it for me so I can just post it. Yes, I am that lazy. So now I guess I need a pimp so I can get laid. Huh...Do I take a personal out for that too? Maybe I should start a phone sex business so at least I can play with others and not feel bad about the time it's taking because I am for god sakes getting paid for it. 


I did get an offer to sell my panties which I am seriously considering. Seems like easy work. All I have to do is wear my thong or panties and then send them off in the mail and money shows up in my pay pal account. Brilliant right? Yeah, it does seem kinky and naughty and I think that is just what I need right now. A little kinky and naughty is exactly what I need. Unfortunately, right now I can only browse through photos online because I don't even have any good porn to watch. Now I need ideas on where to find some good porn. I want lesbian porn, gay male porn, beautiful woman masturbating and real people fucking. When I say real people I still mean pretty...I am fascinated with big breasts so that would be fun to watch too. I have an odd curiosity with what goes on in the few adult movie places left, rest stops and group orgies but nothing with furry stuffies or clowns.


Links...I need links! I need a publisist/pimp and I need more sex. Yeah...now I have a list and maybe I can find some time to execute it. 




Or not....

Fat Tuesday

I was raised a good catholic girl so in observance of the day before Lent, I celebrated Fat Tuesday by taking photos. I didn't over eat, had only one glass of wine but I did put on the beads...I actually never flashed for beads, men just handed them over and I have no idea why. I have a mountain of them, even some from New Orleans...

I've given out more than I got because I'm a generous person and I do so love a good flash. I used to carry around really crap beads for the not so great flash and fantastic beads for the super flash. I rate the super flash as a pair of really fantastic breasts, or a ton of courage or a attractive guy that is willing to give me a cock peek. The crap flash is fake tits, or porn star wanna-be dress up girls. I get that our current culture is all about women looking like they just stepped off the set in the Valley but I am not that easily persuaded. I want real, or fakes that have a natural look to them. Basically I want something that is going to feel good in my mouth and not like I'm trying to inflate a party balloon.

I often fantasize what it would be like to wander the crowded streets with nothing on but beads and some sexy skirt (no panties). It appeals to my exhibitionist nature but the thrill might be too much and I would need to constantly use a hanky to wipe the drool from my cunt. 


So happy Fat Tuesday...

Series of Unfortunate Events

When I find myself faced with a stream of events that is disappointing, hurtful or sad my libidio shrivels up and dies. I often imagine my ovaries packing their little suitcases and heading out the door saying over their imagined shoulders in a grumpy old man voice, "and we're taking the tubes with us".


It's difficult to write about sexuality when the hormone makers have left the building. Things are put in a perspective that sex has no right to be in. The BIG picture sucks! I would much rather tend to things immediately and not let it drag on into the future. But alas, I do not have control over what other people want to keep alive and how to filter it out.

So Valentine's Day was a fiasco, and yesterday was not any better so I'm not feeling too sexy. I popped over to Flickr and even that didn't help. So I googled naughty because by definition it is being badly behaved, wicked and disobedient and it was pretty funny. I especially like the child covered in panty liners photo and the first place goat that came up on the image search. Now I get the whole lost in translation thing but why would a photo of a cop from a Bollywood movie come up? I really need to start tagging my posts with more variety!


Luscious proved to be an even better search, I got vanilla flavored condoms, a bowling ball illustration with arrow pointing to the "three luscious holes, many many woman and some chocolate to boot. 


Next I googled sex thinking there was bound to be some sort of eye candy that would coax the little grumpy guy ovaries back into the barn and well...a photo of Prince Harry groping some poor blonde's tits didn't do it for me. The link to porn hub came up and I considered it for a moment but the house isn't empty and won't be for some time so my porn research will have to wait.


(Sipping green tea and pondering)


Then I found a book called, "The Ancient Book of Sex and Science" and ta-da...my morning was made! Okay, maybe not my whole morning, I'm still tired and I have to take the puppy out for a long walk but it is something.


My vagina may still be on strike but...at least there is some fun artwork to pass the time.

V day

I don't actually celebrate the Hallmark Day of Hearts. Each year I try to bring something unique to the table on this day of fairy tales by listing some facts and giving it back to the history it came from. For many years I just celebrated my vagina and called it V day...taking back the cunt!


So this year I decided to focus on another part of my female anatomy, my nipple. I have extremely sensitive nipples so often they get man handled before they are ready. Yes, they can endure a fair amount of eager attention but they need to be led there...soft at first...coaxing in a way. 


I do love having them played with in a variety of ways. A suck there, a nibble here and the occasional tender bite. The time and attention does not go unrewarded because it sends a morse code directly to my pussy and in turn it responds with a wet thank you. 


So today, if you have someone to celebrate with, don't forget the nipple!And if you are flying solo, don't forget the nipple! It only takes one hand to show your appreciation.

I swear it tastes like chocolate! Give it a try if you don't believe me.

Dilemma of a modern woman

Some of you might already know this but there is a little trouble on the homestead right now. One of the problems I have with emotions is that they do get in the way of a good shagging. I mean isn't it possible to just shelve the issues long enough for a little release? I'm not such a girl about it I guess, so maybe my expectations are just out of sync with what men believe. 


I want to fuck and I don't want it to get in the way of all the things that need to be resolved! (insert pout) I think that if I give into my need, yes it is a need at this point and not a want, then it will be like everything is a-ok. Well, it certainly isn't but a girl has needs...many many many needs. One being cock. Yes I like cock. Not to say a wet pussy is going to be turned down if there is chemistry but for me that is the warm up band. I like a good deep dicking to finish it off. 


So back to my dilemma...to cock or not to cock, that is the question?


I would like to wave a white flag and call a truce for about an hour and a half so that I can relax, have some sex and a cigarette and then...game on! I mean it wouldn't actually be make up sex, it would be more like routine maintenance right?


How could I word it? 
"Hey, lay down I need your cock?"
 Nah, that doesn't sound right. 
"Can I borrow your dick?"
Nope
"Can we make a pact that this doesn't compromise the integrity of our argument?"
That sounds straight out of Cosmo magazine.
Maybe I should send it in a text and so what if he is sitting in the same room. This is the thing about being monogamous, you don't have your booty call list available anymore. 


I might be gruff and fall back on the can I borrow your dick line because I have nothing else and the clock for tonight is ticking...

Buy buy buy

I couldn't figure out what to write in my next post after a fantasy like that so I decided to hit a product website to see what was new in the way of toys. Given my current circumstance I thought it might not be a bad idea to pick me up a little male stand in for the time being.


So off I go with a few clicks and bam...A vibro pussy sucker. Here is the product description straight off the page: The vibrating and sucking action in this exquisitely detailed oral arouser combines "sensual and sexual" into one explosive orgasm after another. This jelly Vibro Pussy Sucker  has a powerful, vibrating bullet inside the soft, pliable bunny. The suction cup was designed with clitoral stimulators so nestle snuggly over the vagina and let the noduled stimulators excite every pleasure point it touches. The air hose is flexible and the easy-to-use, soft suction bulb provides a powerful thrust. The Vibro Pussy Sucker  even has a detachable plug-in jack. The two speed power pack with the LED light requires two AA size batteries, not included. The powerful suction and vibration create the perfect blend of pleasure!


How did I not know about this and who is the lucky dog that gets paid to write copy for products like this?


I tend to shy away from vibrators because they are always way to powerful for my tender love bud. (I am going to constantly thrown in funny euphemisms because I can and I know they annoy people.)I would like a vibrator with 5 or more speed settings please NOT just two.


Okay, back to the product. It vibrates and sucks? Is this magic? I absolutely love having my vulva sucked on and to think I can add in a little vibration to that...sign me up for one of these! I may never leave the house again.


My mad clicking found me on the page with a vibrator that has 7 glorious speeds, now you are talking my language and it's called the Nirvana. I would have to rename it because the image of Kurt Cobaine nestled between my legs isn't a turn on.

I did come across the metal cousin to my favorite glass toy and in the end I think I would buy that instead of something the promised Nirvana and only delivered a pissed off clit.

Fantasy Epilogue

I've held this fantasy in my mind for a very long time. It comes to me each time I find myself alone, subtle variations of course but the mood and essentials remain the same. To be on display, the attention of more than one person, and the surrender to moment are such intoxicating standards in my imagination. The men are always different depending on my current partner, or who I was behind in the grocery store but the plot and meaning remain the same.


I may never have the courage to play this out, I have too many insecurities about the men that say they love me, but I can live it whenever I want even if it's only in my mind.

Fantasy pt. 4

There is deep whispering taking place at the corner of the room again. I wait with my exposed flesh up for inspection and I squeeze my legs together softly rocking side to side. The glass is heavy and pushing on the thin membrane that separates my openings and it provides the smallest of relief from the ache. I start to get lost in the sensation, the rhythm and sway when I feel a sharp smack to my bottom.


The reprimand is necessary but worth it for the brief scratch at my need. Two hands grab on either side of my ass and pull open, the light warms the glass from the outside. The hands squeeze and knead as the photos are shot. The object lodged inside of me moves slightly with each shift of hand position and I can feel the wetness move through my lips. It feels like it might actually drip out of me at any point if my legs are spread and a tinge of embarrassment pass over me. I know the minute my legs are spread my juices will fill the area around me with an aroma of my cum and continued excitement. It will smell sweet, and the stickiness will spread making me even more aroused.

I become lost in this thought when I'm jolted back to reality by hands pushing my knees wide and my head down onto a pillow. Another pillow is being put under my stomach for support by my considerate admirers and it forces my ass to be even more exposed and my anus almost upright. I feel the light again, the shutter sounds and the pressure of the plug being pushed on slightly and the released. These soft and careful pushes drive me crazy instantly and an urgent moan escapes me. The hands are moving now around my whole sex, pushing and pulling skin, opening my cunt, and the wetness is everywhere. I wonder about the gleam as the hands slide over the sensitive and willing flesh between my legs. It is arousing to know that this being closely admired and the shutter reminds me that this moment will be preserved for both men. I am on exhibit, display and my sex is being attended too in exciting and arousing ways.


The hands start to rub my outer lips, squeezing them together and moving like I'm being jerked off. My clit is finally being allowed the touch that it is hard for. I start to rock softly back against the hand because my orgasm is all consuming now, I have to have it. The Strangers hands become more forceful, urgent and lead me to the edge of desire. My orgasm starts to spread like a warm liquid starting in my groin. It radiates out to my entire body and then comes crashing down on me. It's the reason it is always explained like a wave, it's the repeated crashing and the loss of sight and sound in that brief moment. My own moaning brings me back to real time and before the waves subside my cunt is spread open and my lover pushes himself deep inside of me.


The shutter goes repeatedly as I'm pushed into. My ass spread wide and his cock moves out slowly. The methodical slow pace keeps me hanging in that place between orgasms. The effects of my sex on display suspend me in a constant state of readiness and my own shameless desire hold the intensity at an all time high. My lover's cock is ready, I can feel it move inside of me in a familiar way that sends me into a frenzy. The anal plug being moved with each push and pull and I feel full. I am fully penetrated from behind and it is exquisite.


A sudden and sharp orgasm hits with an immediacy that shocks me. My lover sees it and responds with more force and speed. The  Stranger  moans and I can tell he is standing right next to my lover. He must have his own cock in his hands as sounds of wet fucking and stroking fill the room. My orgasm is being drawn out by the erotic nature of the experience and I start to get lost in it all. I hear from over my shoulder a whimper of, "yeeessss" and the Stranger's wild grunts and moaning. My lover joins him and both men finally find their own release.

Fantasy pt. 3

I feel two fingers start to massage around the openings of my cunt and ass. Firm long strokes and I feel my muscles relax and my pussy open involuntarily. The movements become more fixed on my asshole and slowly start to knead the puckered flesh. My thoughts are scattered and jump storm like from possibility to possibility. I know these fingers aren't my lover's because there is an eagerness that radiates and I can hear the familiar shutter sound of our camera. The movements are almost shy and yet ardent, jerking in and out of the opening. My body betrays me yet again and my anus begins to relax and accept the insistent fingers. The finger push in and rub, slowly opening up pleading flesh. My wetness still leaks slowly out as if my body is inviting any penetration it can get.


I feel splayed open and so willing when the cold glass touches the place between the two fingers. The subtle movement of my hips gives away my ache and the object is pushed slowly into my rectum. The eager push in followed by the shallow movement out as it works deeper. There is almost a tangible relief in the room when the anal plug is finally lodged into place and I can only assume that both men stepped back to admire their handiwork.


The intrusion is more then welcome and the pressure satisfies and prompts a deeper ache. I want something, anything to fuck me now. My dignity and self imagine has been left behind and now I am just a flesh suit of need. I feel hands finally push my legs down towards the bed to relax them and the anal plug shifts to apply a powerful sensation. I hear the shutter again and now it is like white noise to the experience.


The bed shifts on either side of me and I feel mouths on both my breasts. My lover knows that this is the fastest way for me to create the most wetness between my legs. The men's mouths provide completely different sensations, both urgent and full of desire yet the Stranger is awkward and almost rough. While they suck and tease my nipples I can feel that familiar warmth start in my groin that comes as the first sign of orgasm. I have often wished I could just orgasm from the attention my lover pays to my breasts and I get fairly close, but this time is different with the plug in place. I try to squeeze my vaginal muscles to create a sensation on my clit and g spot in rhythm with the sucking and I get so close. My lover is attune to my tricks and he pulls off my breast and tells me to stop. The Stranger pulls off and my lover must see the confusion on his face because he chuckles and reveals my secret. He tells the Stranger that I was working my cunt to orgasm by clenching my muscles while they worked my nipples and the Stranger give me a tisk tisk.


Both men move off the bed again and I feel my legs opened up for inspection. The white noise starts again and I feel the light move across my flesh. These men must be shooting from every vantage point and light source option imaginable. Can't they tell I just want something to fuck me? I feel thumbs spread my lips and I almost beg to be touched but all that leaves my lips is a whimper. The rope at my right wrist is being loosened and my lover tells me to get on my knees. The rope retied and my ass in the air and the white noise starts. More cool liquid is being spread across my back side by my lover as the Stranger shoots picture after picture.


I can't take it much longer. The alternating sensations is overpowering and my ass pouts in the air with the weight of the anal plug. I am almost cursing inside at the will power of these men, but mostly my lover because he can read the signs of my body and knows how crazy this is making me. In my wild state I almost failed to hear the sound of a belt, then a zipper and the weight of clothes hitting the ground.


I asked myself, "is this real, is my lover getting undressed"?

Fantasy pt 2

My breath is rapid as each wave of sensation moves through my body. I hear my lover moan as my hips start to quiet and he tenderly kisses my neck. He whispers, "good girl" and moves away. I hear both men move to the corner of the room and I can barely hear the whispering back and forth and my mind races. Something is being moved, rustling from a drawer and then I feel the weight sag the bed at my feet.


I hear my lover say, "are you ready" and the Stranger must have nodded because the next sensation was a shocking cold on the tip of my engorged clit. Instinctively my legs start to close and I feel two hands push them back to the bed. A harsh reprimand from my lover reminds me of my duty and my stomach tightens. There is a thrill that runs through me when I am told what to do, the shiver of surrender I guess and once again the coldness is applied to my clit. I can feel the weight now and I instantly assume what is in store for me.


My lips are spread and the cold of the glass object makes my pussy muscles tighten and my clit retreats. The chilled object starts to move across my slit and down to my asshole and back up to my clit again and again. The slow movement although cold starts a sensation of warmth as my flesh responds. I hear the shutter of the camera and the warmth of a light radiating between my legs and I know this is being captured in every way possible. 


The slow movements tease the wetness toward my opening and the Stranger's breath is hot on my flesh as he moves in for a close up. The erotic aspect of being on display and the sensation of the glass object combined with element of the unknown are intoxicating. I start to lose myself in the rhythm, the wet sounds that my body is making and the need to be penetrated.

I feel my lips being spread open more and the glass object is gently pushing at the opening of my cunt and I gasp. I am feeling embarrassed at my own desperation and can barely control my impulse to push back on whatever the object tempting me. I suspect it is my own toy Mr. Wonderful but with so much going on I can't be sure. The Stranger moves closer and I feel the exhalation of his breath and the deep breath in as if he is tasting me through my smell. The tip of his tongue pushes down on my clit and doesn't move and I feel like I'm being held on the edge of anticipation.


My lover's fingers start to move my outer lips and yet the Stranger stays perfectly still. My whole cunt is experiencing different sensations now and the intensity is beyond belief. In one perfectly timed instant my lover stops his movement but keeping me spread open and the glass object and tongue move away. I feel the gush of my wetness spill out and down to my asshole.


I have always wanted to have those squirting orgasms that drench a man's face and cock but was never able to achieve it. This is the closest I have ever gotten to feeling the release of fluid I so longed for. I hear the shutter clicking away at such a rate now it must be set on some sort of rapid fire setting. I lay stock still enjoying the sensation of warm wetness and letting it lull me into a sexually relaxed state I often achieve when my lover suckles at my breasts for long periods of time.


My lover's voice sounds gruff with desire as he tells me to lift my knees up towards my chest yet keeping my legs spread wide. I find it difficult to move at all in this heightened state and I wish someone was there to do it for me. I feel a hand lightly smack my pussy lips and it shocks me back into the room. My senses shift into a different state immediately and my mind races as the second smack finds it's mark on my pink wet flesh. 


The bed shifts and I am alone on the bed. I wait for what seems like minutes but must be only a few seconds and I feel cool something dripping over my exposed bum. A rough hand then moves the liquid around my taint and asshole and I can tell this is the touch of the eager Stranger. I hear noise of moving furniture and the warmth of the light shifts to the tender pucker of my skin and I wait. The mind can move at lightning speed when the unknown is all around.


I hear my lover's voice speak to the Stranger and he says, "go ahead"....

A fantasy

Often when I masturbate I have the same reoccurring fantasy. Mind you that fantasy is just that, it never has to be realized because the fun is in the imagination.


I have a fondness to being blindfolded and sometimes tied to the bed. I love the surrender and unknowing. It feels exciting to not know what is going to happen and that is a rare escape to my control.


So back to the fantasy...I imagine being blindfolded and tied up to my bed with my lover in the room. I hear him moving around but he hasn't touch me yet. He takes a quick phone call and leaves the room and I wait and wonder. My body feels alive with possibility and my sex betrays my anticipation with a sticky wetness that is almost embarrassing. 


I hear his footstep outside the bedroom door and my heart beat quickens. I wonder why he makes me wait but I already know the answer. He makes me wait because it heightens the experience for me. He wants my body begging, my legs to fall open with hunger and my mind to be on overdrive.


I realize that there are 2 sets of footsteps and my confusion sets in. He isn't a jealous man, in fact just the opposite but he does understand my boundaries. I hear him close to the bed and I feel his breath on my neck as he talks closely into my ear.
"I've invited a friend over" he says. "His birthday is tomorrow and I wanted to give him something special and unique this year. I told him that he could photograph you and touch you but that he couldn't have sex with you. He is interested in your smell and taste and maybe I'll give him your soaking panties and a souvenir".


I start to protest but he quiets me immediately. He says, "you will not know which of my friends this is and he has promised extreme discretion". My curious mind races trying to figure out if I could stalk each of his friends on Facebook to find out but I feel my lovers hands on my inner thighs as he forces my legs open.


I hear a moan from the stranger. I strain to listen carefully for a clue but it wasn't enough to go on. I hear some rustling around, maybe furniture moving and then I feel the warmth of a light across my body. More rustling and then I hear the familiar sound of a shutter and the snap of a flash. 


My lover again is at my ear and he tells me that I have to try and stay still and quiet no matter what happens. If I'm a good girl I will get rewarded with a number of lovely orgasms. I want to be a good girl, and I so desperately want to orgasm, I already need to orgasm.


I chose to wear my Cosa Bella thong and matching bra which are a see through mesh and I'm wondering what kind of mess I've already made of myself. I can feel my lips swell and my wetness move to the fabric between my legs and it makes me feel shy. My lover is used to my body, anticipates my wetness with eagerness but this stranger may not appreciate it in the same way. I start to close my legs and I feel rough hands force my knees apart. My lover reprimands me with a light and humorous tone but I know he is serious. 


I feel the bed give way between my legs and the shutter starts again. My lover starts to purr into my ear that the stranger is very excited at the chance to photograph this kind of desire. He is going to take a good deal of photos of this encounter so he can use them later in private, or maybe share with other men. His friend will be taking photos of anything and everything except my face so that I can maintain anonymity. As he says this, I feel my thong moved to the side pushing my outer lips and the cool air tickling my exposed sex.


My sex responds instantly and clenches and then relaxes as my lover starts to stroke my skin. My body gives in before my mind and I feel the flush across my chest. "That's it" my lover whispers into my ear. "Let him have you. Let him take your beauty and filth."


My legs are untied and my knees pushed up and opened. The thong slides back into place and for a brief moment I regain composure. Just then I feel the warm breath between legs and I hear a long deep breath  in as the Stranger smells my pussy. I hear a moan and only one word, "delicious". I feel two hand push my legs farther apart and hold me there as the camera snaps again. I know my wetness is epic at this point but my embarrassment falls away. I am starting to be raw sex and enjoyment.


I can feel my lovers hands stroking my inner thighs, coaxing them open more and my sex is unfolding under the fabric. The blood rushing to my labia feels divine. I feel fingers on my mound and they start to stroke. The sensation is amazing and I feel my first orgasm beginning to build. There is whispering and my lover exclaims, "yes, she is getting close" and chuckles. The stranger stops and the shutter goes again. 


My lover takes my legs and pushes my knees to my chest so that my ass pouts and again the thong is moved to the side. A long, hmmmm, escapes the Strangers lips and the shutter goes again. My lover says, "enough of this thong". He puts my legs down on the bed and slowly pulls it off while the Stranger snaps away. 


I am instructed to open my legs wide and my lover sounds proud as he invites his friend to move closer and touch my parted pussy. The anticipation is electric for me and my body quivers a little. A strange man is now parting my lips open and stroking my heated wet flesh and it's incredible. I hear the camera shutter going again and I know it's my lover this time. He wants to document my desire, my sticky lust and keep it for when he wants to show me off.


The Stranger is patient, unnervingly patient as he strokes my lips. I can feel my tiny clit straining and hardening for attention but he waits. He stretches my lips wide, exposing the little bud and my lover shoots more photos. They joke about my need and tease me both. Two sets of hands now caress my aching flesh but neither touch my clit. I know when they do I will explode.


I feel fingers now trace around the opening of my pussy while the other continue to stroke. The incredible sensations that flood my pelvis are more then I can take and I raise up my hips to beg for penetration. The Stranger obliges and pushes in two of his fingers slightly and he massages the opening. He says, "Yes, that's it, open for me." Automatically my legs spread wider and I try to move into his fingers.


He stops and I hear him taste his fingers. It is like he is eating a luscious dessert. He dips them in again and tastes repeatedly. In my mind I'm screaming at him to finger me for release but he doesn't. He starts to shoot again and I feel my lover's mouth on the full of my breast. He pulls down the cup to my bra and takes my nipple into his mouth roughly. Instantly my nipple hardens and he bites down just a little instead of sucking. I moan...


I can't help it now. My need is overtaking my senses and I just want to orgasm so bad. I feel my lover reach under and unhook my bra and the shutter goes off again. Pinching and stroking my nipples until they are on fire with need and my legs spread open I can't tell who is touching me now. The hands are just all over my breasts, kneading, pinching and stroking. My hips buck and I squeeze my legs together for release and I am quickly reprimanded. "Leave them open so we can see you weep from your sex" my lover says and I open them immediately. I have to be good because I have to cum, it is all I can think about.


I then feel a mouth on each breast sucking, and biting soft and then hard. The difference between the two mouths is difficult to detect because of my blinding need. I feel hands now move across my inner thighs and pull open my sex from each side. Both seem careful not to make direct contact with my mound or lips, just teasing touches. 


A soft, "please" escapes my lips and they both stop. My lover whisper, "you have been a good girl" into my ear and I feel a mouth clamp down on my pussy. I push back and start to move my hips when two hands push me to a stop and the mouth leaves. They aren't men to me anymore, just hands and mouths. I hear the shutter again and a groan and I wait. 


The Stranger starts to rub my need and I am wild inside with desire. I feel his breath and the sound of the shutter and I can't contain myself any longer. His lips find my clit and suck hard and I cum for the first time...

Photo by  Fairy

A quickie

What happens when a woman like me doesn't wear panties out in public? The air that finds it's way under my skirt tickles and my sex responds instantly. As my legs drape open the sun warms and caresses my pink flesh and I'm aroused. My mind wanders and that part of me that wants to be exposed, to seen and wanted races to the front.


I like being on display in my mind. I like being admired and desired. I like feeling free and open as my wetness trickles out....it is intoxicating. I like to hear about the desire of others and the response to my images. I used to crave it...fantasize about it...


It makes me want to do dirty things, things I would never actually be brave enough to do but my mind and body are willing when I'm exposed.


I want to hear about the rawness of desire and the lust of the admirer. I want to manipulate it with my flesh, my body and my words. I want to know that a glimpse led to a fever that could only be rubbed or jerked out. 

I love being naughty...

Light

I need to start with a photo today. It was a fucked up kinda day. No time for myself and surrounded by demands.

I would like to be back in this photo, stretched out on the bed enjoying the solitude of shooting self portraits and masturbating. It seems like so long ago that I had this luxury of time and discovery.

It always surprised me when I shot photos. At first I always felt awkward being nude with my camera in hand. I didn't alway have an idea, sometime I would just let the lighting guide me down the rabbit hole. It might start out rough but eventually I would find something, a spark or an accident and I would take it from there.

Ultimately I would become aroused trying to get my body just right because the light would tickle and beckon. It found the places of pure sensation and most often hidden. Light is a gentle lover of sorts. It warms and caresses in a way that nothing else does. Light doesn't judge or demand but gives unconditionally. When you capture light in just the right way it can give romance in one moment and then a strict and firm lover in the next. I guess it is moody and can trick you and the audience it reaches.

I could never rely on light, but I could rely on it's effects on me. I surrender to it at any cost in hope it will grant me the release, even if it is just the release of my shutter.

I hope to make love to the light again...it has been a long time.

My Him

Before I get too involved with this blog let me state it out here in the open...I am living with someone and although it is complicated and a bit messy, he is dynamite in the bedroom. Like all couples we go through periods of no sex, or limited sex but I don't actually desire anyone else outside of my mind. Even in my mind the "others" if male are equipped with his hands, mouth and cock...all quite satisfying in many ways.


He isn't jealous and doesn't mind men looking, in fact he has a whole photo stream on Flickr devoted to me and my nudity with a sprinkling of himself in it. 

I am his in the physical and I am my own woman of exploration everywhere else.

A quiet itch

It is the itch of sexual expression and need that follow me like a shadow today. It started 2 days ago and I can't seem to shake it. Yesterday before my shower I laid down on my bed and within minutes of touching myself I orgasmed. It doesn't take much to get me there right now and no matter how many I have I still can't seem to quiet the need between the pink folds of my flesh.


When I reach down between my legs for quick release I can feel my swollen lips ache to be touched. At that point it is consuming. I want everyone and no one to touch and see me. I want a mouth surrounding my labia, a finger nudging my clit and a cock deep inside of me. My nipples strain under my bra for attention and I feel like I am the sex I seek.

I often wonder what it is like to witness me in that state. To see the excitement evident in my swollen wetness and erect nipples. The flush that must come over my skin and the sounds...I've tried to capture it in a photo but for some reason it doesn't match up with my inner version. I feel more sticky, hot and open. The photos don't reflect the need...the need that makes my underwear damp and me squirm in my chair as I write this.

Maiden post

I started this as a form of expression and to be seen. I've been on Flickr for a number of years and although the photos are still outstanding, I find myself bored with the groups. Don't get me wrong there is still LOTS of fun to be had on Flickr's adult side but there is also a fair amount of drama. Women competing for the attentions of a billion users just doesn't make sense but they do and well, I guess I wanted a one woman show for a while. 


What to start with, an old image or a new one? I decided to start out with a bang or rather me banging myself and post something naughty. 


Let me just say that this blog is for adults and is written by an adult. I will not censor myself for my passions, and I will be posting explicit photos most of the time. If this isn't your thing then please google kittens and get back to the rainbow and beach front photos. 

I'll try and fine tune the process of this blog as it evolves and maybe I'll find some readers that like my stuff...then again, maybe not.