She covers you in a mask of lust and unseen thoughts
She rides your mind until you are left gasping for breath

She is Hidden

She will take what she needs
And leave you crumpled in a heap of wanton need
She will wait until she is willing

She is Desire

Kiss her there
Right there
Let your breath linger
Let your teeth graze her skin

She is Lust

It is there
You will find her weakness
And find her darkest secrets

The key to unlocking her
Lies in something so simple
As a kiss

She is …

Funneh…

The Vagina Song

Ruining children’s nursery songs one by one …

Poly relationships can be complex. I suppose part of me enjoys the mind bending challenges it can bring. When it comes to relationships within the poly group there are always boundaries being discovered and discussed, limitations as to how much you want to know about the various partners relationships.If it’s something that concerns me then yes, it’s important to communicate things.

I am a private person, when it comes to sexual escapades I tend to prefer keeping those things between myself and my partner. I sometimes write things here when I need to process things and I have before, if not in a protected post, but mostly those aspects I keep private. Writing erotica, that can sometimes be a mixture of personal experiences and/or fantasies. There is no one formula I stick to when I write. Writing reviews and playing with toys is part of sharing something new and fun I have discovered but there is still some degree of privacy, I try to write those with that in mind.When I do write here about sexual escapades it is with permission of partners involved and they get to see what I write before it go’s anywhere near here where it comes to sex. After all I do write here about all sorts of things but I still have my privacy, I’m just another sex blogger and if you passed me in the street you’d have no idea who I was.

One of my ex partners used to take great pleasure in announcing to anyone who would listen (and those that really didn’t want to know) about our wee bedroom antics. I found it embarassing and disrespectful and many times I tried telling him it made me uncomfortable. It made no difference. Sometimes it really embarrassed me, I’m damn sure part of the fun for him was watching me get humiliated. It wasn’t my decision, it was taken out of my control. I remember many a time where he would do this and I felt so bad seeing the person on the receiving end squirming and not really wanting to know. I felt bad for them too. This of course fueled him to go further into detail and think it was a right hoot. He never changed. I hated it I felt like he didn’t care about how it affected me. After a while it began to piss me off. It damaged our sex life. He was an exhibitionist, I wasn’t, perhaps thats where we clashed in some ways. His boundaries were different to mine.

I don’t mind discussing sexuality and different aspects. I don’t mind talking about things here on the blog because sometimes it can shed a little light on issues for others, sometimes it’s a self exploration but it’s my choice to do so. I respect others needs to have their own privacy and that’s very important in a poly situation. Respecting each other’s boundaries. Understanding differences in the way we approach things. Acceptance that we all don’t think the same.

Sex is wonderful, but intimacy is important to me which means to keep that special in a relationship I need a little privacy. I also don’t need nor want to know every detail about another partner and what they get up to when I am not around.  Some people don’t have issues with sharing that information and that’s fine, hell sometimes it can be quite enlightening but at the end of the day, if I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m not missing out on anything important because it’s got nothing to do with me, it’s not my sex life.

I want that space. I don’t want to know. I expect that things said or done in confidence remain that way between each relationship. Just because it’s a poly relationship doesn’t mean each one isn’t a separate entity.

If I do want to know, I’d ask.

Intimacy is a funny thing isn’t it?

I have been a busy Impy over the last few days and got a new wee work opportunity so have been preoccupied in the design world. I missed doing the Flash Fiction Friday and I am squeezing a MicrofantasyMonday in all in one hehe.

Enjoy …

I’m no saint. Infact I wonder what you would be thinking if you knew that underneath this flimsy summer dress of mine I have no panties on. Underneath this dress are milky white thighs and a very wet cunt. I’ve been watching you all afternoon and now it’s evening.

I see you.

I do.

I imagine you bending me over a desk and doing what you do best.

Peering over the stack of books and paperwork piled high around you almost like you are lay in wait in your personal lair. You have done so for the past few days, you keep coming back. Perhaps you are waiting for me to come closer until I get near enough for you to pounce.  Those turquoise eyes watching, studying me. I see the animal inside of you, the one with the claws, the ferocity, the wildness. The animal that would make me gasp if you laid your hands on me and impaled me with your hard cock.

Instead of a den you surround yourself in amongst words, dreams and visions. Wisps of knowledge, lore and history seep from your fingertips. You immerse yourself in this strange study of Hagiography, studying the saints like you need to find some kind of redemption from yourself. I know this because I too, study you.

You watch my every move, glancing away when I stare back. I wander about the shelves, fingering the occasional spine of a book, pretending I am looking for something when in reality I am completely focused on the heat building between my legs. I like to tease you. Near glimpses of what lays beneath that thin material of my dress. I turn a corner so I am out of your view. I grab a book off the shelf, randomly flick the pages open and it is then, I see what I am looking at. The mating rituals of a swan. I stifle a giggle, of all the books I had to grab this one. For a moment I lose myself in the words on the page …”Swans usually mate for life, remaining together through the year, but “divorces” have been known, and if one of a pair dies, the survivor usually seeks out a new mate, and the pair remain devoted…”

I don’t notice you have left your lair.

I don’t notice you creeping up ever so quietly behind me.

It’s late, there’s no one about the library at this time of the night you know that because you’ve been here all week watching me. I do notice you when the hairs on my neck stand to attention at the hot breath snaking across the back of my neck. I dare not look just in case I am imagining things, but my cunt now twitches. I know it is you, without a doubt. I fear to turn around and see the beast in your eyes. You push against me, I know you are hard. You whisper in my ear …

“If you need some help studying mating rituals I am sure I could oblige you. I make an excellent teacher …”

Your hand slides down the small of my back in a determined fashion. You pause, a hand snakes behind the nape of my neck grabbing a fistful of hair. I can feel your heat, I can smell the sex in you. I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks when the other hand travels to below my dress where you find my slutty secret. I do gasp, just as I knew I would.

No, I’m no saint. I move with your hand in my hair to face you and smile.

Yes, there is a beast within, but is it you or is it me?

I lean forward and catch your lips with my teeth and bite a little. My eyes glazed I stare back at you and reply.

“Why yes, I think I do need some help”.