Return of Naughty Txt Mssg Haiku

thinking of your sex
distracts me from my duties
constant thoughts of you

~J

a surging of blood
swelling soft flesh to hard stone
your shorts are 3D

~M

the moon resembles
your hanging breast, my mouth waits
licking, tasting flesh

~J

your mouth a vacuum
suckling hungry at my breast
sends tingles deep down

~M

evening rendezvous
I still smell you on my clothes
I want you again

~J

eyes meet across the room
are you thinking what I am?
time to get busy

~M

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Long Drive Home

We left the concert a little before the end of the show, hoping to avoid the mass rush of vehicles leaving the venue, which had a single 2-lane access road. While we managed to beat the worst of the crowd, we still got caught in a slowly crawling line of cars, the exit far in the distance beyond a snaking chain of red brake lights.

Pondering how to pass the time, I cast a mischievous grin at J and undid my seatbelt. I scooted over closer to him, leaning around the gearshift, and began to nibble on his earlobe. I placed my hand on his crotch, kneading gently. He made a small pleased sound, turning to kiss me in between glances at the cars ahead of us.

“Is this too distracting?” I asked.

“I think I can manage,” he replied, grinning. Returning his grin, I eased his zipper down, fishing out his semi-hard cock. After a long, slow, deep kiss, I settled myself down into his lap. He sighed, delighted by my boldness, then moaned softly as he felt my hot breath wash over his twitching member, felt my tongue lapping at the spongy head.

I closed my fingers around the base of his shaft, holding him firmly as I took him into my mouth and sucked, drawing the blood into his swelling organ. Soon enough he was fully erect, thick and hard and flushed, the veins on the underside of his cock pulsing. He groaned as I pumped my fist down his wet shaft, slowly, sensuously.

Mushy Txt Mssg Haiku

petals of paper

grinning at me brite and blue

grown from seeds of love

~M

 

seeds of love sown now

will reap an abundant crop

strong for many years

~J

 

gardening is fun

you can be my handsome rake

I’ll be your hot hoe

~M

Sugasm 101

Ak! I didn’t have time to read all the entries and vote on my first round of Sugasm! :( But I was happy to see that the two posts I liked best out of what I read were voted the top 2! Check ’em out!:

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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #102? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Animal sex
“As he brings me there, his hands and mouth on me are rougher and rougher.”

Romeo and Juliet: A Different Perspective
“Catherine!” Elizabeth gasped between her thighs. “You are like heaven’s own scent.”

Summer of Content
“Under the cover of my long skirt, my legs are spread for him, and I’m dripping over his fingers.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
How to Hide Your Porn

Editor’s Choice
Tease

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Sparkling

It was a chilly and drizzly night and we were at a private party with kinky overtones. Many guests wore sexy outfits, a few got naked to swim or play, and there were various pieces of kinky equipment where bondage and public spankings and teasing displays were presented. One room was full of mattresses and pillows and blankets, and I spotted a dildo in the bathroom shaped like the Buddha. :)

It wasn’t a “sex party” exactly – we weren’t there specifically for that, or expected to get kinky, but the option was there if guests were so inspired.

J and I watched a bit of the naughty shenanigans, but mostly kept to visiting and dancing. We’re comfortable being around that kind of thing, but not particularly inclined to participate in such overtly public displays.

But we did have a “private” encounter in the hot tub. We had the spa to ourselves, though guests were milling about around it. But it was dark and the soft rain kept most partygoers indoors.

Deliciously buzzed on whiskey and red wine, respectively, J and I took off our clothes and slipped into the warm, whirling water. The contrast of the hot water and the cold night air was wonderful, and the drizzling rain felt like tiny sparkles bursting over the skin of our arms and shoulders. It was a magical sensation.

Sacred & Profane

The immediacy of our lovemaking draws all my focus, my mind consumed in the sensations of our bodies; the feelings, sights, sounds, smells, flavors – the experience of these intimate moments, when the rest of the world does not exist.

I am pure attention and reaction, observation and action, fully engaged in feeling what you’re doing to me and feeling you feeling what I’m doing to you.

I crave the sounds of your response – the changes in tempo and depth of your breathing, the low, whispery “Oooooh…” sound you make, more of a reverent exhalation than a moan, your grunts and groans and sighs and cries, your impassioned words and encouragements, your gasps and moans and growls.

Last Night

I wake with hazy memories, as I’d generously partaken of festive libations at a party the night before. But vivid flashes of our private, post-party celebration flicker through my mind.

*J sweeping his arm impatiently across the kitchen countertop, clearing space, lifting me onto the metal surface and kissing me passionately as I wrap my legs around him.

*J pulling at my black lace panties, realizing that they’re trapped under the built-in garters of my suspender stockings. Neither one of us wants to take the stockings off, but we both want those panties gone.

“I should’ve put them on over the stockings,” I apologize, but he just pushes me down onto my back and grips the panties with both hands, ripping the flimsy lace in two, tearing them from my body and devouring me.

*J pulling me off the counter, smacking my ass and roughly guiding me to the sofa with the rounded, bolstered armrests. Bending me over the side, so I’m straining on tiptoe in my high-heeled boots and stockings, my ass upturned before him. His hands parting my cheeks, his cock prodding, locking in, shoving deeply into me.

*My cries loud and savage and incoherent as I surrender to his ferocity; my soft body pliantly yielding to his hard, forceful one. Taking it all, wanting it, needing it, loving it.

~M

Son of Naughty Txt Mssg Haiku

lying in your bed

watching you sleep wanting you

kissing you awake

~J

 

our sex distracts you

visions wetly fucking your

productivity

~M

 

are you hard right now?

Alone in your cube dreaming?

Poetic slacker

~M

Fucking

J perfectly understands my particular form of submission.  It has nothing to do with humiliation or shame, pain or cruelty.

It has to do with desire – the delicious satisfaction of giving him exactly what he wants, which is exactly what I want.

We’re perfectly matched, his hunger for fucking me met by my hunger for being fucked by him.

With J, “fuck” is not a bad word – it’s a wonderful word.  It’s not a cold, derogatory, offensive term, but a loving, passionate, intimate verb that expresses a deep, consuming connection.

I’ve never fucked anyone like I fuck him, and I’ve never been fucked by anyone like he fucks me.

He takes me, fully and completely, and I take him, deeply and totally.

I love his strength, his power, his primal carnality, his forcefulness that never crosses the line into violence or brutality. All of his needs are mine, all of my cravings are his. We feed each other and feed on each other, always hungry but always satisfied.

We fuck with cock and cunt, mind and spirit, heart and soul, mouth and mouth, flesh and flesh. It’s an all-inclusive act of intimate union, nourishing, fulfilling, wholesome.

 It’s also wickedly fun and incredibly hot!

>:)

~M