HNT Courtesy of Margaret at They Belong to Us

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Start Without Me – It’s for when one of us is too tired, or not in the mood, or out of town, or the other of us is too horny to wait. But now, here, right in front of me, you’re touching yourself, playing yourself, and it is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Wicked Tongues - There are so many different ways that a mouth can connect themselves with my cunt. And so many partners, each with their own way of connecting with me.

“Vanilla” Bigotry – I effectively retired my personal usage of the word “vanilla” when one of these sick fucks told me that he hated that term. He said it was condescending, and the implication that kinky people have any idea what goes on in other people’s bedrooms just because they aren’t fucking around in a dungeon was ridiculous.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Audible – More hushed giggles, more kissing sounds. A gasp followed immediately by a quiet, restrained moan. I had to make up the images in my head, try to picture what caused that gasp, who’s mouth was on what body part. Or was it even a mouth?

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Swing Shift Volume 33- We’re “Sexually Festive!” – What I do know is that I love Veronica now more than ever, that we choose our extra-marital partners with care and respect, and never fail to remember that our primary relationship is the most important one. If we’re considered sluts or promiscuous by others, so what?

Desolate. There is a space in which she sits, half removed.
An occassional ache for what once was.

She yearns to sacrifice her lips to a kiss that lingers and burns and turns her stomach inside out.
She remembers those beautiful butterflies that appear deep below, fluttering by and causing her cunt to twitch and throb.

Fingertips that graze those tender places that send electricity churning through her body.
Those same fingertips raking flesh, teeth sinking into barren flesh. Inflaming pleasure and pain.

Frustrated desires sit like a cold weight weighing her down.
Restless she sleeps.
Nightscapes haunt her visions.

Waking in a sweat with lust and the need to give herself to a phantom that lays beside her while she sleeps only to awake and find him gone.
He takes what he wants with no thought for the waste he lays in his path.

It never quite hurts enough.
She is haunted.

I have new geeky toys ‘beams’

So I’ve been sat here yesterday fucking about with the notebook setup and getting rid of all the crap that I didn’t need on it as well as sorting the ipod for playing pleasure hehe.  I have a cute wee calendar program installed on the notebook and am about halfway through setting that up. Apart from that I’ve done fuck all elese but sit here and do ‘homework’ for uni. Lots of pieces of paper and bits of black card making composition layouts and then disecting them and ‘explaining’ what I’ve done. Joyful nawt.  I have 36 of them to do, right now I think I have about 14 lol. So yeahs … I have shit to do. I also have another written piece I have to get done as well.

I haven’t even had time to have a wank this week, no deviant kinky escapades and no bruises to poke   I know a box of fun huh?

On a good note I’ve had coffee lots of it.