Pleasingly Debauched

Sugasm #39

2006-07-23T22:05:00.000Z

Here is this week’s best of the sex blogs by the eloquent smutmeisters who blog them.

Want in Sugasm #40? Doesn’t everyone? Go ahead, submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set. Get serious, and join the crowd.

NSFW Pics
HHNT!!!!!! (http://melanaise.blogspot.com)
I Feel Myself, I Really Do : ) (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Porn Week Vacation (http://www.internetisforporn.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Anticipation (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Being Submissive (http://ww2.alternativealbany.com/bdsm/)
Late night deviant (http://xxgraciexx.blogspot.com)
Mmm Tentacle-y (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
My Orgasm and Sexual Desire Secrets (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
RANT: On the Rag with The Goddesses (http://cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)
Self image is a wonderful thing, most of the time (http://seanandmel.blogspot.com)
Tag - Past Love - Story 2 - Self-discovery and Healing (http://dawnndirty.blogspot.com)
Those damn slutty bisexuals (http://www.dangerousfemme.com)

Sex News
Bush for “Products and Services,” Not Birth Control (http://www.taratainton.com)
Gay Gamers are Coming Out of the Closet (http://sugarjoy.com)
Next Door Nikki on Jerry Springer (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
There’s Got To Be A Joke Here Somewhere (http://tgp.com)

BDSM and Fetish
Guessing Games (http://eroticaetcetera.com/blog/)
How about a cookie (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)
Isabella’s Eyes - Part IV (http://nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)
Spanking at t’mill (http://www.spankingwriters.com).)

A VERY long drive home (http://spankingkatiespades.blogspot.com)
Yes Master (http://gentlygently.blogspot.com)

Humor
Static Electricity–and no, it wasn’t caused by the phone (http://lipstickexplosion.com)
Unbeknownst To The Roommate (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
You want some popcorn with that? (http://dontwakethekids.blogspot.com)

Sex Work
Haze Goes to Prison (http://adelehaze.com/)
Long nails dig into the submissive mind (http://www.ladyevilsdungeon.com)
Tease and Denial with My sissy bitch (http://www.caramelvixen.com/vixen-blog/)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
7/16 by Rex: Soap Suds (http://rexandroxy.blogspot.com)
The Bed, the Bath, and Beyond (http://www.taratainton.com)
A Bit of Pink Alone Time (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
Blush (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Can you hear that..? (http://pleasinglydebauched.blogspot.com)
Cold Hands, Hot strokes (http://lustdemon.blogspot.com)
Good Thing It Wasn’t Windy Today… (http://onaniajournal.blogspot.com)
His Kind of Woman (http://theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
Hot Mami is OPP (part one) (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com/)
I left my heart in San Francisco (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Just the, um, three of us? part one……. (http://aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Nocturnal Confessions #1 (http://xantasia.blogspot.com)
Trees again (http://orgasmcurious.blogspot.com)
Wet (http://www.asstr.org/~gentlebutfirm/)

Lovely upskirt photo courtesy of Melanaise.

Can you hear that..?

2006-06-25T22:38:00.000Z

Can you hear that?

I may be merely a voice in your head, but I know you hear me now as distinctly as you did the other night.

When your finger ran across my skin, I sighed wantonly.... knowing that the gentleness of your touch belied the fevered nature of your lust. Knowing that this was a preliminary move, indicative of events to unfold.

As your mouth found mine, the sweet slurp of lips entangling shattered the passionate silence that bound us.

When my legs wrapped around you, drawing your hips toward mine, pulling us closer together, drawing you into me deeply; immersing yourself inside me... the sounds of mutual acknowledgement and release as each breathed soft words of encouragement into the others ear.

As you plunged deeper within me, how I exhaled shudderingly in ecstasy, verbalizing the sheer joy and desire that you aroused in me.

As my sultry heat further inflamed you, how you involuntarily grunted, only to move your lips against my ear lobe as you whispered your lascivious intentions in intimate detail. How I laughed delightedly to hear them, murmuring my erotic acquiescence to all that you planned to do.

As the passion surged within us both, how my breath caught and I gasped your name -- the familiar syllables not having ever previously symbolized such delicate yet carnal pleasure.

As my climax hit, how once again I called your name; with exquisite delight at what had taken so many months to happen; how your climax joined with mine, as you now whispered my name... in rapturous wonder at the delicious intensity of our conjoined orgasm.

How we both subsided slowly into a warm and sated silence that resonated louder than any of the previous sounds we'd just made.

I know I can still hear it. Can you?

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Temptation

2006-05-27T22:32:00.000Z

Can I tempt you?

Hoist my skirt a little higher, maybe? Flash you a glimpse of bare leg, that you know leads all the way up to wet, glistening and should-be-exposed cunt?

Yes?

You know you want me, more than anything. You know that just by reading this I will reduce you to a panting, shapeless mass; almost puddled on the ground in breathless anticipation.

My full, round breasts, rosy nipples alert and awaiting your attention.

My soft skin, yearning for your touch. The soft, warm and womanly flesh of my body that you ache to posses, to caress, to stroke and nip gently...

How can you stay so far away? How do you resist the urge to close up the physical gap between us once and for all?

That we exist way beyond the physical is, perhaps, what saves us. What makes it possible to continue our connection... the fact that we actually really like each other. We can write long emails, and hold frantic IM conversations. We can speak leisurely over the phone, delighting in our mutual understandings and sense of humour.

Yes, this is a salvation. A way to calm the frenzy.

But don't expect me to ever stop tempting you.

Twenty-five words

2006-05-26T23:37:00.000Z

Hands, thighs. Probing, feeling. Release and thrust: pump; moan and sigh. Lips collide, bodies entwined. Perfect match, perfect fit.... perfect meld. Us both united. Love.

Vibrator virginity lost

2006-05-18T03:49:00.000Z

It's almost embarrassing to admit this but my new toy is, in fact.... my first toy. Ever.

I was raised in a very sheltered lifestyle. I'm not knocking it; it was right for me at the time. But since then I've been left with the remnants of the "good girl" that I was brought up to be, that I was expected to be, hanging over me like a cloud.

Own a vibrator? Me? No, no... never! Good girls don't do that sort of thing.

Except, of course, they do. And the definition and perception of a good girl is very different to how I was brought up to define and perceive it.

It's a plain, medium-large length and girth vibrator. Made of a rubber compound material, translucent fuschia pink in colour, with a smattering of glitter inherent in the rubber. Very pretty.

The first time I used it, I sat in front of the Ginger Man, and showed him it.

He watched as I fitted the batteries carefully -- getting it right the second time I tried.

He gazed in awe and loving desire as I removed my clothing in front of him, as he always does.

He contemplated as I switched the vibe on, delighting in my girlish giggle as it buzzed and thrummed in my hand.

"Use it, darling," he said. "You'll love it."

Under his affectionate gaze, I placed my knees either side of his, and brought the vibe close to my already moist cunt.

I guided the tip to my slit, and switched it on to a medium-speed setting; I thought this would be best, since I could always increase the speed later. Immediately I felt the waves of pleasure begin to emanate across my body, as if my slit were the core and I were its surrounding planet.

I steered my new vibrating friend to my clit.

A low moan escaped my lips, almost immediately silenced by Ginger Man's mouth on mine. I could feel myself begin to sink into the glorious haze of abandon that heralds the pre-orgasmic build-up.

But this was unlike anything I'd ever previously experienced. I'd always stimulated my clit digitally before, remember, with the typically personal yet somewhat jagged motions that only the woman who owns the clit knows how to do, or would tolerate. Sometimes my fingertip would slip slightly, sometimes my nail might be that fraction too long. But it was never an issue. After all, if I couldn't bring myself off, no one else could.

This was a whole new deck of cards. Symmetrical, constant vibrating that sent me into a pre-orgasmic frenzy. The vibe found the spot and could stay there with ease, not moving from the specific location that generated me so much pleasure. Within seconds I began to gasp and moan, momentarily silenced by another kiss from my lover, but then allowed to burst free from me as I pulsated from within.

"Yes... yes, my darling. That's it. Cum. Cum. Cum for me, Dior baby. Yes..."

As I hit my peak, the ensuing orgasm was all-engulfing, long-lasting and unbelievably intense. I've had multiple orgasms before, frequently, but this was like the King and Queen of all previous apexes; I shook and writhed in consummate pleasure for what literally felt like hours.

Barely was I even aware of my love holding me in a closer-than-close hug, his chest nestled up against my back, his strong arms encircling me. As the delicious waves abated, and I began to try and catch my breath, I lay back and nestled comfortably in the arms of the man who loved me enough to not laugh at me for my naivete and ignorance. The one whom I trusted enough to be with me for my first time.

Yes... this was an official rite of passage -- the losing of one's vibrator virginity. As sex goes, it had been great. But as masturbation goes... it had simply outclassed everything that went before it. And I can never go back.

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Note: The above tale is loosely based on a true story. Not that the author is loose or anything. ;-)

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Arousal

2006-05-13T22:43:00.000Z

I know that you're... well, hard. Aren't you? See, I knew it. Such a shame I'm not there to hold it... in my hand, feel it... rock hard and insistent. Throbbing in my palm, begging to be allowed... into my mouth... my cunt... my ass... Yes?

My warm and tender mouth.

My hot pulsating cunt.

Looking down at you, as I straddle you... your cock inside me. A fleeting moment in time... not quite before... not quite after... eyes meeting. The knowing glance the passes between us.

Lowering my head so my hair falls all over you, and whispering in your ear. "Wouldn't you love it if I were fucking someone else in front of you?"

Someone else holding my hips. Fucking me from behind, as I look right at you... not to taunt; rather to share the experience with you.

Yes. A shared experience. A shared wife. Knowing how hot it gets you... knowing how aroused you are... how hard.

How you want to brush him aside like a gnat, and take me, rough, fast, hard; to prove I am yours... but you won't. You will wait. Because the idea of me, dripping with the cum of another man is even more appealing.

Just to hold me close and know that I am wet with someone else's cum. To feel my ass, and round and underneath... and there it is. My cunt. Hot, wet, slippery with the seed of another man.

And at first you cannot help but to feel me. Fingering what's yours; my ass... my cunt... my clit. But soon it becomes too much, and you must clean me, so that you can repossess me.

You drop to your knees as I stand there -- apparently impassive. Allowing you access to me; to all my most private parts. But you know, as do I, that this is why I do this. For you. To make you hot. To arouse you.

Because you are who matters. You are the one who's important. My exclusive love. The one. The only.

And you kneel at my feet and spread my legs so that my cunt is above you. And you look up and you see me:
pink, glistening; all yours. You lap at me softly, tugging my clit gently with your teeth as you flick it with your tongue. Kissing my labia. Licking me clean. Polishing me. Making me feel adored, loved, repossessed.

Not like a slut; no. As your love -- your one and only -- your true love. Reclaimed. And then once I am clean you get up from kneeling and sit... pulling me down onto you; sliding yourself into me.

The final act of repossession; of reclamation. And once again I belong to you; totally, utterly; completely.

I love you.

Moving with you. Riding you, my steed; my stallion. Hard. Fast. Furious.

And i see your face slightly redden, and your eyes lose focus for a moment. And then it comes, as you come. Rasping gently into my ear.

Oh yes.
Yes.
Yes...
Yes...!
YES!

Ohhhhhhh...

"I love you, my Dior. You have ruined me for any other. It's you. Only you."

Your Tryst

2006-04-22T14:42:00.000Z

My darling Dior,

While I was away last evening, you misbehaved and had a tryst with J., one of your several on-line boyfriends.

I had already brought you off earlier in the day with a debauched scenario, yet J. sent you
cock photos, and helped you get off again.

Allegedly, the five cock-photos are all about how J. got hard thinking of you. You admit this is strangely flattering.

When I sent you a text message, did I sense you were being brought to orgasm by another man?

“You know you are the only one for me. It was rose in a fisted glove time, nothing more. It was an opportunity presented.”

My Dior, I am so hard right now. So very hard … knowing you viewed J.’s nude photos while you masturbated to his lewd dialogue.

I must bring myself off. I’m afraid I look at the nude photo of Aliza, displayed on her blog … her backside. She reminds me of you.

I'm looking at her ass. The cheeks are spread sightly apart to reveal her anus. And I so want to fuck your ass.

You do love that - don't you?

A hard cock pumping into your tight asshole … filling you up.

Of course you love it … and I love thinking about it as I stroke my hard cock … the cock that should always fuck your ass.

The Driver

2006-04-19T14:43:00.000Z

I am not a conformist, so I don’t follow the crowd.

What sets me apart from most men is that I love to share my wife with another male, and watch her uninhibited behavior.

Dior is the consummate lover who knows how to please a well-deserving man, and this makes me very aroused.

Early in our relationship, Dior knew of my debauched outlook. This revelation made her especially happy, and eventually led Dior to an on-line contact with Mark – a hot young cowboy from Australia, for some extremely torrid cyber sex.

I had no problem with this, and even encouraged Dior to be nude for her boytoy on web cam.

So, when we decided to celebrate our marriage with a honeymoon Down Under, the chance for Dior to finally meet Mark seemed perfectly natural.

As we made our way through the arrival hall of the small airport, I could spot her Outback cowboy easily. Despite Dior’s description of Mark as 6'2", blonde-haired and golden skinned, I was not prepared for his appeal.

Since Mark had exposed his long thick cock several times to my wife on web cam, I knew by the wanton look in her eye that Dior would easily succumb to him during our visit – more than once.

The idea of letting my bride fuck another man on our honeymoon is outrageous, but it’s so undeniably erotic.

Regardless of circumstances, after Dior is finished with her lover she always returns to me, and I reclaim her as my true love. While I may revel in her gratification with another man, I seduce her all over again and make her mine.

As Mark loaded our baggage into the back of his truck, I turned to Dior and whispered discretely: “I know you want him. I’ll drive while you have fun in the backseat.”

I convinced our host to let me drive along the unfamiliar roads of the countryside, while he and Dior became better acquainted as passengers. This required no coaxing, at all.

As I quickly made my way through the Outback, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of Dior’s murmured approval of her 6’2’cowboy.

I knew exactly what my wife was doing with her boyfriend, and I loved it. I adjusted the rear view mirror for a better glimpse of what was happening in the backseat.

And what I couldn’t see, I could hear … and between the two, it was obvious that Dior already had her hands on his long and thick cock. In fact, she had two hands at his disposal.

How many times had Dior stroked my cock … sucked my cock … took me to heaven with the combination of her deft fingers and her supple mouth?

Oh, my God. Dior is an extraordinary cocksucker … she has a supreme gift of the oral arts. And I know that when my wife dedicates herself to fellatio, she can’t resist some mild ass play.

So I knew Dior would be finger-fucking Mark, while she stroked his throbbing cock.

What is it about me that becomes feverishly aroused by my wife …. on our honeymoon, no less, misbehaving with a relatively unknown man in a vehicle I’m driving?

What is it about our relationship that I love to watch, and she loves to perform?

What is it about our relationship that produces a fidelity few people can possibly understand?

We are true to each regardless of how others might perceive our behavior.

Sex with other people is just sex; it’s gratifying like anything that satiates an appetite … but it’s not love … it’s not that indefinable quality that produces a unique connection between two people who are simultaneously friends, lovers, and partners.

I could hear Mark moaning from behind me. Dior was stroking his cock with her usual sensuousness.

As I turned to view my wife with her boyfriend, she leaned down just in time for Mark to send a torrent of warm cum into her eager mouth. I heard the familiar sounds of her ingesting a hot, spurting cock.

Mark was all played out, and Dior kissed him and held him close.

I pulled off the road and came round to Dior’s window. She looked absolutely beautiful, and the smell of sex permeated her. I leaned forward to kiss my wife. We were on our honeymoon, and the taste of another man’s warm cum saturated her lips.

I couldn’t stop kissing Dior for the longest time. She was mine, and I loved her beyond words.

Outback in the outback (Assignment 3)

2006-04-18T14:38:00.000Z

As the landing gear unfolded creakily beneath the plane, I turned to you, yawning and stretching, which managed to melt into a hug and deeply passionate kiss. You returned this with ardour, as we prepared to disembark the flight on which we'd been ensconced this last 20-odd hours.

I have to say, before I continue my narrative, what a pleasure it is to fly with you. Aside from all the disgracefully debauched groping and fumbling throughout the flight, which was far more fun than I'd have ever imagined; you're just lovely to be with. Our connection is so strong that I appreciate each and every moment I spend with you. You are not just my lover and my writing collaborator; you are the love of my life, and my best friend.

Grabbing our hand luggage (mine, of course, being far larger than yours), we shuffled off the plane and began to walk towards passport control, then baggage claim, then finally through customs and out into the arrival hall of the small Australian airport; hand in hand, as is our wont. Just an ordinary, second-time-around pair of honeymooners, leaning against each other; less for support, rather than for each to feel the other's presence.

You nudged me. "There he is, that must be him." I looked in the direction to which your finger pointed, and I saw him. Mark. A man I'd met and become friendly with over the Internet, with your full support and encouragement, never dreaming that one day I would meet him, let alone be with you when I did. 6'2", blonde-haired and golden skinned; I've described him previously as a debauched Adonis, and I wasn't far off the mark.

We walked toward him, as he walked towards us, and once the formal introductions were over, he gave me a massive bearhug. "I'm so glad to finally see you in the flesh," he murmured, in his thick Aussie accent that I found so charming. "And you, mate", he said to you, with a flash of his boyish smile. "Lovely to have you both here. This way to the truck," and he set off at a pace that we didn't even try to match.

As he loaded the baggage into the back of the truck, I watched his muscles literally ripple and caught my breath. You heard it; felt it; knew what was on my mind, and whispered something in my ear, to which I immediately acquiesced. You then turned to Mark, with your lovely smile, and that evil twinkle in your blue eyes that I so adore.

"Hey, Mark -- I've been flown by someone else for hours. Mind if I take the wheel for a while? You can keep Dior company in the back seat; just point me in the right direction."

Mark looked puzzled. "But... you've just been on a plane journey... aren't you tired?"

"Sure," you said, "A little. But what do you say to heading for a coffee shop before going to yours? What do you think? I need my coffee and I'm not sure I can wait the whole three hour drive to your place for a cup... hmmm? Please?"

I smiled benignly. I'm used to your idiosyncrasies, and this was so like you .... even though I knew you had an ulterior motive.

"Well .... ok," replied Mark, still bemused, although not particularly bothered at the weirdness of the suggestion. "There's a place about an hour down the road. Take the first left after you turn right out of the car park, and just keep going straight."

This decided, we piled into the truck; you in the drivers seat, and Mark and I in the back seat.

What was it I'd mentioned to you all those months ago? When the idea of a honeymoon was no more than pie in the sky? I was telling you the details of my latest conversation with Mark, and we'd casually started shooting the breeze about how wonderful a honeymoon in the Outback would be... and I'd alluded to how long Mark and I figured it would take before we jumped each other, once I'd landed in Oz.

I'd estimated an hour. He was about to prove me wrong. And you loved it.

You started the car, and drove off as instructed. Sitting in the back seat with Mark, I was conscious of his bare arm brushing mine, of the shivers running down my spine, and of his eyes boring into me; I could feel them sweeping me like searchlights, as I minutely examined the stitching on the edge of my handbag. He suddenly raised his hand, and brought his finger to my chin, as he lifted my face to his and kissed me: hard, passionate and oddly sweet .... embracing me as he did, until we were completely entwined.

As I kissed him, my hand ran down his body, until I felt the telltale bulge that I knew was his cock; the cock he'd suddenly and voluntarily shown me on cam only a few months ago .... his shy smile belying his delight at having finally shocked the unshockable Dior.

My fingers traced the outline, and then took on a life of their own; deftly unzipping and holding his gloriously hard appendage; feeling it throb and thrum as I slowly began to caress it. He let out a silent moan, and buried his face in my neck .... whereupon it was my turn to moan .... oh my god ....

I turned so that I could massage him with both hands; one cuddling his balls, and the other lazily stroking one fingernail up his shaft .... then two .... then all five. He yowled in pleasure, and I heard you chuckle to yourself, and then let out a sigh of knowing satisfaction.

Making an "O" out of my fingers around the base of his shaft, I brought my hand up it slowly.... allowing my nails to trace along it as I did .... feeling him shiver against me as he kissed me again .... so deeply and passionately, it reminded me of you. I lifted my face, so that his lips found my neck and throat .... and were then free to whimper as I increased the friction of my hand on his shaft, and the gentle squeezing and caressing of his balls.

"Oh my god, you're incredible ...." he gasped, as he shifted so that I could access him more freely. Leaving his balls briefly, I pulled his shorts open wider, and pulled them off him, stroking his crack with my hand and dipping into his anus quickly. He gasped again wordlessly.

My hand was now flying up and down his shaft, which was becoming more and more engorged as I continued the stroking and squeezing of his long, hard, thick cock. Returning my alternate hand to his balls, I found them hot and risen; I licked my hand lavishly and enveloped them within my palm once more.

I noticed that the radio was uncharacteristically silent, and realised that you'd shut it off in order to hear the effects of my behaviour on Mark. For your benefit, as much as for Mark's, I began to whisper sweet somethings in his ear .... "Come for me baby .... god, your cock is so beautiful .... come for me .... come now .... it'll be the first time of many, I promise .... this is an appetizer, you'll see.."

At this last breathy remark, he murmured his acquiescence. "I'll make you moan like mad later, just you wait darl," he exhaled, and then caught his breath as I increased my pressure on that tiny soft place at the base of his shaft, just below his balls.

"Are you close, baby?" I asked him, and he nodded frantically. Tugging at my seatbelt, I loosened it so that I could bend my mouth to the tip of his throbbing head, just in time for him to spurt cum into my mouth and down my throat, releasing a strangled cry of ecstasy as he did. He lay in my arms, spent, exhausted and delighted, and I kissed him softly, and held him close.

Upon hearing Mark climax, you immediately pulled the truck over to the side of the road, got out rushed around to my door to kiss me. Pulling back, you took my face between your hands and looked me straight in the eye.

"Your first misbehaviour as my real time wife," you said, and kissed me again. "May it be the first of many."