Elus 105

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Welcome to Elust 105

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 #106 Start with the rules, come back May 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

I lost my sexuality for a year.

Stolen Penis

Bright English Mornings

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Flavour of Femme

She Teaches Sex Ed!

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Katy

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Erotic Fiction

Game On
Rites of Passage Training – Sensual Details.
More than Friend’s: Chloe’s video
Molly: The First
Your Canvas
Sometimes I talk too much
His Dirty Rhythm
In case you didn’t get fucked last night.
Gossamer
Cataclysm
The Girl in Fishnets

Erotic Non-Fiction

Let’s Play a Game
Abandoning the Sofa
Smacked around a bit
Fuck You [Redacted]

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Meet The Desperate Eye Of Censorship
The Catastrophe of Ageing

Body Talk and Sexual Health

What it’s like to model nude for art classes
Tip Your Artists

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Life… grief, depression and disability
Living with Chronic Lyme Disease
Welcome

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

The edge of glory
F/m Reader Q&A (audio with full transcript)
Teasing & Torment
Guest Post: Interview with Violet Fawkes

Events

A landmark event for MPB – Public Play

Poetry

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SinfulSunday – Charging Up

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Seeing as the lovely Tabitha has challenged us to #30DayOrgasmFun I am making sure my little toy is fully charged for later… fun times await!

Who else is sinning?
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Sinful Sunday – Stripes

I had no original ideas for a photo this week, but seeing as it falls to *me to select the Top 5 images, I felt I had to join in, even if my image isn’t so much sinful as playful.

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*And FYI you guys… thanks for making it even harder to choose than I remember it being last time!

 

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Elust 104

Photo courtesy of Brigit Writes

Welcome to Elust 104

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 #105 Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

A Wank and a Spank

The S Word

At My Feet

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Boarding School Survivor

Varnish

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Ode to the 69

 

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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!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Ode to the 69
Know your Power…Cum in Me!
Who Holds the Power?
C’est finis.

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

How To Melt An Ice Cube
Liberation…
Time ~ Looking Back & Travelling Forward

Erotic Fiction

Once in a lifetime… or maybe not?
When the William Comes to Port
Soulmate
The Nervous Game
Wait
Gypsy Traveler
#PegaPolitician: Melania’s Trigger
A Love/Hate Relationship with Changing Rooms
Maddie and her girl

Poetry

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Body Talk and Sexual Health

Negative
Being Daddy

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

I’ll scratch yours
Come Home

Erotic Non-Fiction

50 Shades Has Nothing On Us!

Blogging

Sex Bloggers Talking About… Sex Blogging

 

 

 

 

 

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Game On…

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“Night, Joe, get home to that wife of yours,” Sam nudged his last drunken customer out before bolting the double doors. He turned, stifling a yawn, and jumped, “Fuck! Fuck! Betty! I thought everyone was gone, you scared the shit out of me!”

She grinned, her bare legs swinging playfully as she perched on the edge of the bar, “Well Boss, it’s the end of my first week here so I wanted to ask you how I’m doing,” she replied.

Taking the stool next to her, he ran his fingers through his long hair and sighed, “You’re doing great Betty. You’re fitting in real good around here. But it’s late, I’m tired.” He noticed that she had kicked her shoes off and had a small black spider tattoo on her ankle, matching the black polish on her nails.

Sliding down from the bar to stand beside him, her eyes flickered across the room, “You ever play?”

He glanced behind him at the pool table and looked back at her, “Yeah. It’s been awhile, but yeah.”

“How about a game then? Celebrate my first week?”

He looked at the freckles that peppered her nose and cheeks as she smiled up at him. He’d already noticed that she was pretty, really pretty; short spikey auburn hair, a little curvy body and those eyes – moss green and locked onto his, “Ok. One game. It’s late.”

“Watch yourself Sam, she’s just a kid, 22 at most. Hell, she could be your kid,” he thought as he switched on the overhead lamp and set up the table.

“You wanna break?” he handed her a cue.

“Nah ah. Never played before. Best you show me the basics,” she stood opposite him, the light catching her copper highlights, the green felt on the table accentuating her eyes. She had hooked the cue across her shoulders, wrists hanging loosely over it, opening her chest wide.

“Never?”

“Nope! You could say I’m a pool virgin,” she giggled.

She watched him lean over the table, ready to take his shot. His shirtsleeves were rolled to his elbow, revealing his sleeve of tattoos beneath the dark hair. She had been watching those hands and arms all week as he pulled draft beer and lifted cases of stock – strong, sculpted arms, with muscles that flexed just right. His hands so big they made her wonder how they would feel around her throat.

Crack! The balls scattered in all directions, but none sank into any pockets.

“Going easy on me?” her eyebrow arched as she bent over and lined up her shot, aiming and striking the white. She grinned at his surprise when two balls pocketed.

“You said you never played?!”

Still crouched over the table, she looked up at him from under her lopsided fringe, “Beginners luck, I guess.”

She straightened up and played with her cue, sliding her hand up and down along its length, running it through her fingers, “I’ll take stripes… that’s how it works if you sink both types of ball, right?”

“Game on, pool virgin,” Sam smirked as he hit the cue ball.

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“Two spots, one stripe and the 8 ball left. And look whose turn it is?” Betty taunted circling the table and easily pocketing the remaining stripe.

“We never settled on what the winner gets,” said Sam, thinking, “What the fuck man? She’s sexy as hell, but keep it together.”

“How about… whatever they want?” she smiled sweetly across at him before slowly walking around to his side of the table, “Need a bit of space here,” she said over her shoulder and he stepped back to give her room.

Fully aware that he was standing directly behind her, Betty lifted onto her tiptoes and stretched over the table, knowing that her short denim skirt could not possibly hide her lace underwear. She parted her legs, her face flushed at the thought of his eyes on her now damp pants. She paused, glanced back over her shoulder and was satisfied to see his eyes roaming over her thighs and exposed bum. Very satisfied to see the bulge in his faded jeans.

She took the shot sank the 8, but remained crouched over the side rail, “Looks like I won.”

She felt his bulk behind her and his hands on her waist, “And what does the winner want as her prize?”

Arching her back, she leaned her ass into him, grinding herself long his thigh, feeling the rough denim of his jeans scratch against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He responded, leaning his full weight over her before licking her earlobe, his breath hot and fast.

“You sure, Betty?”

She reached around in response and rubbed her hand along the thick bulge at his button fly, pressing herself into him more.

His fingers ran up from the back of her knee, to the edge of her underwear, teasing the fabric before pulling it to one side and sliding his thick finger inside her. She was more than ready for him, grinding her hips, her hands flat on the table to keep her steady.

She felt a second and third finger being pushed into her, filling her, pumping against her tight walls, as his other hand wrapped itself around her throat, pulling her head slightly back from the rough felt. She closed her eyes.

“Fuck Betty, you’re so wet!” he moved his hand faster, feeling her muscles clench around him. He squeezed a little tighter on her throat and loved the sound she made, not quite a groan, not quite a scream; guttural, feral, animalistic.

Her body arched, she came savagely over his hand, her hips bucking uncontrollably, before she sank her face back down onto the table.

Taking hold of her limp body, he turned her to face him, loving the crimson blush across her chest and cheeks. He lifted her to sit up onto the side bar, pushed her skirt to her waist and pulled her pants off her. Raising his eyebrow in a silent question his hand went to his fly. Still breathing heavily, she looked up at him and nodded.

He popped each button open and pulled out a rock hard, deliciously thick cock and stroked himself – his eyes locked on her face, her eyes locked on his crotch, pupils wide and dark as a bottomless well.

She shuffled back further onto the green fabric and parted her legs for him. Sam climbed onto the pool table and, kneeling between her open thighs, guided his pulsing erection to her soaked lips, teasing her for just a second, pressing himself against her hot, ready cunt, but he could not wait any longer to be inside her. Jeans bunched around his hips, he sank into her, feeling the heels of her little feet dig into his butt cheeks, drawing him deeper inside.

Under the glow of the overhead lamp they fucked like wild animals, clawing and biting at each other, gluttonous for each other. She felt his hot liquid fill her when he came, and kissed his stubbled throat while he cried out.

He opened his eyes and focused on her face; those freckles, those eyes and, knowing this was not the end of the night, bent his head to finally kiss her mouth.

“Pool virgin, my ass,” he grinned against her lips and breathed in her giggles.

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Flash Fiction – At My Feet

My foot looks incredibly pale and tiny, resting against the dark hair on his thigh. I smile as I watch him, tongue curling over his top lip in concentration while he applies the deep burgundy polish he chose to my toes, taking great care to not smudge any. His breath is warm on my skin as he gently blows to help dry the varnish. He smiles up at me, his eyes dark and wicked. Feeling greedy for him, I walk the painted toes of my free foot from his knee to his hip and as I begin to dip it towards his groin he casts me a stern warning glance… not yet.

Leaving the polish to set, he leans across and stretches my arms above my head, securing my wrists to the bedposts with a nylon stocking I had discarded on the bed before my bath earlier. I hope he might kiss me but, knowing how to prolong my anticipation, he hovers his lips over mine, teasing me with his breath, before taking my ankles and binding them together with the remaining stocking. He ties them tight so I cannot fight him.

His thick fingers stroke the soles of my feet so softly I can barely feel them; a delicious tickle trickles up through my legs and spine and I close my eyes to savour the sensation. I feel his weight shift on the bed and his hands are on mine. I have a flash of frustration that he has left my feet, until he begins caressing the soft, hyper-responsive skin on my wrists, moving his fingertips agonizingly slowly towards my inner elbow, where he lingers, teasing me with butterfly touches, making me writhe in pleasure. My skin is so alert that even the tips of his fingers repeating a pattern on it feels as if he is peeling skin away. They drift towards my armpits and he strokes in circles; I sigh contentedly. I feel like a spoiled kitten being caressed.

His hands glide down, over the silk covering my body, to the hem of my chemise. I lift my bum for him so he can push the flimsy material up over my hips, breasts and over my face, effectively blindfolding me. I feel heat flood my body; my face is flushed at being left so exposed and vulnerable before him. I start to feel a pulsing ache between my legs. I am torn between wanting this to last all afternoon and wanting the exquisite torture to end with him filling me, pumping inside me.

I flinch as his fingers find my nipple; rolling it, pulling it and twisting it the way he knows I love. A groan escapes my lips and I long to feel his mouth and teeth on it but he wants to extend my torment. His hands run over my torso, my waist, barely touching my hips and he firmly pulls down on my calves, straightening out my body, which has involuntarily arched in pleasure. My body is quivering; adrenaline and nervous electricity making my skin react instantly to his slightest touch.

I feel his breath again on my ankle as he traces his tongue over my ankle, pausing to gently suck on my heel before running it firmly up the centre of my sole. I cannot stop a moan from leaving my lips. He laps at my feet, tongue dipping between my toes as his nails cruelly scrape the sensitive skin underfoot. I instinctively arch my foot and curl my toes, trying to bend my knees to escape but he holds me in place, alternating his touch from excruciatingly pleasurable soft and gentle tickles to rough scratching as he nibbles and sucks my toes.

My breath is ragged, my heart racing, my cunt aches. I shake my head to move the chemise and allow myself to look down to see him. He is kneeling at my feet, his face and chest flushed, his erection straining against his boxers; a dot of precum darkens the pale jersey fabric. He pulls them off and rubs the tip of his gorgeous thick cock against my feet. I spread my toes wide and grip him between them.

“Please…” I whisper, my chest is rising and falling, my pulse pounding in my ears. I feel overwhelmed with the desire to render him helpless at my feet.

He unties the black stocking binding my feet, pushes us both further up the bed and leans back on his haunches allowing me to open my legs and take him between my feet. I know he can see how full and wet I am, how much I want this.

I rub the toes of one foot against his balls, pinching the skin gently while I run my other foot up and down his hard cock. I sandwich his glans between my soft, small feet and roll them, massaging him. Gripping my ankles, he thrusts himself into the narrow space between my arches, breathing hard, his eyes are fixated on what we are doing. I open my toes, gripping and rubbing along his shaft, my other foot circling his throbbing tip, taking it between my big toe and squeezing, milking him until he erupts all over my feet. His hot cum drips over my toes, blurring my new deep red colour, making it hard it keep a grip on his cock as it slips again between my arches. I caress him until he pulls away, satisfied.

He kneels forward, kisses the inside of my knee, his tongue once again teasing me as he licks the delicate skin of my inner thighs. He raises his face to smile at me before it sinks deep between my legs.

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