Sinful Sunday – D is for Denier


As soon as I saw this prompt I knew my photo had to be about nylon so I donned two different denier stockings and had a bit of fun with my iPad.

I hope you enjoy the contrast!

Click the lips to see who else is sinning.


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Elust #79

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Photo courtesy of Marie Opens Up

Welcome to Elust #79

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

The Joy of Sucking Cock

Making Porn

My Valentine

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

The One

Midweek Fantasizing – The Portrait

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A kiss is just a kiss
Turning Corners
Another Day, Another Planned Parenthood Visit
My first vanilla date
Want, Need the Power of your Masculinity!
I don’t know how to date.

Erotic Fiction

Soft Lips
The Introduction
Erotic Fiction: “Words”
Darkness and the Rose
Be Careful What You Wish For
The Tube

Erotic Non-Fiction

For You, It’s Always Yes
Gawan: Intro to Flogging
The Talker: An Introduction
My wildest fantasy: Ship slut
Time for something quick…
Spread Legs and Open Mouth
My Girl in Havana
Let’s Watch some Porn

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

An Artist’s Story: Tails and Portholes
Sleeping With Our Future President
To Dude Who Was Offended By Lack of Escort
Try Love, Not Anger
Risky Sex
Why Cosmo is the worst (again!)

Writing about Writing

Condoms: fictional contraceptive of choice
Writing Fat Characters In Erotica

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Masochistic Mastermind
Take me to where I need to be.


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First Kiss

He stood over her, looking down at her, spread-eagled across the white linen of the king-size bed. Her eyes danced with delight, she giggled as she squirmed, her arms and legs stretching, her skirt creeping up her stockinged thighs, teasing him. He had imagined this moment often. They had spent many hours online provoking each other, flirting, dancing on the edge of something more. And now here she was, lying before him, flesh and blood.

They had met in the hotel bar. He had watched her enter, her stride confident as she pulled her overnight bag behind her. She had turned her head and seen him for the first time, a wide open smile spreading across her face as she walked over to greet him with a warm hug.

Ordering a gin and tonic, she had taken the stool next to him, her hand briefly resting on his thigh as she lifted herself up to sit on it. She was as short as she had said she was, and delightfully, even more feisty and flirtatious in real life than on the net. Within minutes he was captivated by her energy. It radiated from her, filling the space between them with electricity. Once the drinks were finished he had stood up and offered her his hand. Wordlessly, they both knew it was time. He had taken her bag and led her up to the room.

She kicked her shoes off and flexed her toes, smiling up at him. She lifted her foot and used it to beckon him closer.

“You really are a little minx, aren’t you?” he tried to keep a straight face as he watched her. He knew she was deliberately doing her best to bait him. Coquettish little madam. He knew he should deny her, but he had waited long enough for this moment. He needed it.

“Show me. Spread your legs.”

She couldn’t hide the glee on her face, her eyes, excited and sparkling. Placing both her tiny feet on the bed, she bent her knees and opened her legs wide, hitching her tight skirt up to her hips, revealing her black lace pants and the tops of her stockings. He felt his cock twitch.

“Take off your top. Show me your breasts.”

Moving so that she was kneeling on the bed, her skirt still bunched at her hips, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes locked on his. Letting the fabric fall from her shoulders, she reached back, unhooked her bra and discarded it. His eyes drank in the sight of her, her creamy pale skin, round full breasts and pale pink nipples.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”

A charming flush crept to her cheeks, her expression no longer quite as self-assured. He liked that she was feeling vulnerable.

She raised her hand to her mouth and surprised him by licking her fingers, then tracing them down her throat to circle her nipples before pinching them and twisting them. Her hips moved involuntarily. He could tell she wanted more.

“Take off your knickers. Play with yourself.” He pulled over a chair and took a seat at the end of the bed, crossed his arms, ready for the show.

She unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her pants down her thighs. She sat, her ass on her feet, legs tucked under her and spread wide, back straight, totally exposed for him. Her hand slid down between her thighs. She pushed two fingers deep inside herself and spread her wetness over her lips. She began to play. Her fingers alternating in speed and movement, while her other hand gripped her breast, squeezing it as she fucked herself. Raising herself up off her bum, her hips rocked rhythmically. Her panting breath and the warm rosy glow spreading over her chest and throat betrayed how close she was to coming.

“Stop! Now!” he commanded. Her eyes flew open, her lips formed a perfect O of surprise, but she obediently sank back and removed her hand from her clit.

He stood and unzipped his jeans, setting free his hard cock and signalled her to come over. She scooted down the bed and sat that the end of it, face to face with his erection. Her hand, small and still wet, stroked him gently before she lowered her head and flicked her tongue over his tip, then circled it languidly, her fingers caressing his balls. She licked him from base to tip, her tongue wet and hot, kissing along his length then taking him fully into her mouth and sucking, moaning. Her head bobbed as she increased her speed, greedily devouring him. His fingers wrapped in her hair, he thrust shamelessly, mercilessly into her, hitting the back of her throat, causing her mouth to water more. With a low grunt of animalistic satisfaction he came hard into her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her. Softly licking him clean as he softened she glanced up at him, meeting his eyes, a smile on her lips.

He leaned down and, for the first time ever, kissed her lips, tasting his salty residue on them. Pushing her back down onto the bed, he lowered himself to his knees between her legs and began to kiss her from the arch of her foot, up along her calf and inner thigh. He could see her body trembling with desire for more. His tongue teased her skin where her thigh became her groin, not quite touching her lips yet. She squirmed, trying to move herself so that he was licking her but his hands were quick to pin her hips in place.

He was in charge.

She tasted every bit as good as he had hoped, sweet, juicy… perfect. She cried out over and over while she came under his expert tongue, completely lost in her pleasure, uninhibited and free.

He felt himself harden once more. Kneeling back on his haunches, he pulled her down. Her tight, wet cunt sliding over his cock, gripping him.

Foreheads touching, breathing in each other’s air, they fucked.

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