Sunday, October 31, 2010

Samhain Salutations!

I thought we'd start our round up with a vampire... those are fangs on either side of her mouth, aren't they?

Followed by a scene that you probably don't see played out in church very often. At least, not by the Anglicans.

And, finally, one which is just plain silly. Happy Halloween, everyone!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Braid the Raven Hair

Rearranging some bookshelves today, and lost in the dreamscapes of Kushiel's Dart, my beloved old copy of Gilbert & Sullivan fell open to a few lines that obviously meant a lot to me once, and still strike a chord today.

And so, in the interests of things that 99% of this blog's regular readers probably don't care a hoot about... well, not here, anyway...

Braid the raven hair,
Weave the supple tress,
Deck the maiden fair
In her loveliness;
Paint the pretty face,
Dye the coral lip,
Emphasise the grace
Of her ladyship!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

On target!

Just one of those lucky shots!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Bad Girl's Sweet Kiss


The e-mailman came calling today and, hot off the presses, clutched in his sweaty little cyber hand, a copy of THE BAD GIRL'S SWEET KISS, an anthology of oral sex stories (of course) compiled by Chrissie Bentley and featuring no less than four contributions from me... three verses, including the title poem, and a short piece of prose.

The e-book is available now from Xcite Books, price 2.99 in UK money, and also features stories and verse by CHRISSIE BENTLEY, ANGEL PROPPS, SANDRA W, GARLAND,

I haven't even started to read yet, so I can't tell you any more... so maybe you should just trot off and buy your own copy.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Breakfast Time

I have a friend, a very dear friend, who woke me up this morning with the news that she has a Pavlovian Pussy. That the mention of a certain name, the thought of a certain face, the memory of a certain night, are all it takes to set her pussy salivating uncontrollably, no matter where or when it happens.

It’s a sensation that we are all familiar with, whether we choose to use a term for it or not. A smell, a taste… and not necessarily immediately sexual ones, either. The smell of the perfume I was wearing the first time I met her, the feel of the purse I was carrying as I fumbled for my keys, the candy bar we shared for breakfast the next day, because someone had neglected to do any shopping that week and was living off vending machines till her next day off.

Other things. A picture that I’d posted on my blog a few days earlier… one that I love for a lot of very private reasons, all of which she repeated when she remarked upon it herself. I look at the picture now and I don’t see the imagery that drew me to it in the first place; I hear her voice outlining a love that in turn leads into a fantasy that I thought was mine alone. And Pavlov’s Pussy salivates.

Certain songs, certain sounds, certain textures and, most of all, certain words. Because, beyond all and every physical, visual and sensorial stimulus that we consider play a major part in attracting us to someone, and particularly once the initial impact of those things has waned, the power of the word is the one that holds me spellbound, because it is a power that shifts, drifts and changes as many times as there are words in the language.

Today, the word… well, words… is “Pavlovian Pussy.” Tomorrow it or they might be something else entirely. And all I have to do is listen for them.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Meanwhile, back in the real world...

There's this really strange overlap occurring... regular readers will know that I discovered the world of Second Life a few weeks back; personal acquaintances will know that I've more or less become hopelessly addicted to it; and a handful of especially close friends will know better than to try and stage an intervention, because now they've all got sucked into it as well. Whatever did we do with our lives before computers came long to replace them?

Anyway... the overlap. What a weird feeling it is, when someone walks into the club where my SL alias, the immortally named Jennys Willful, works, and says they were directed here by my blog. Reality lurches into fantasy and some incredible conversations have ensued. But what about when people I know only in Second Life start turning up in reality, commenting on blog posts and generally joining in the fun?

I love it, of course. But sometimes when I go to bed, and those drifting-into-sleep visions start swirling around my head, that's when the friends I've made in one place really start to become people I know in others. And the last thought before I fall asleep leaves me wondering whether the stranger I fell in lust with tonight really did walk up to me in that club I was at earlier? Or is she just a figment of somebody else's computer's imagination?

One day, somebody will be publishing a long socio-psychological discourse on the long-term effects that a second life has had on the ways we inter-act with one another. They may already have started, and I look forward to reading it.

In the meantime, in a reality that is studded with political correctness, and nobody dares say what they really think or feel for fear of being slapped with a harrassment lawsuit, there is something SO refreshing about having a cute guy, or girl, or elf or vampire or dragon or cat or any of the thousands of other sentient permutations that roam the virtual world, walk up and ask the only question that any of us really want to be asked.

"Hey sexy, wanna fuck?"

Friday, October 22, 2010

A picture so good you can almost taste it

Sometimes, a photograph just makes your toes curl and your mouth water, and this is one of them.

My friends at We Are The People... posted this picture a few weeks ago, and if I didn't have to worry about neighbors looking in through the window, I'd have had it blown up and framed lifesize on my wall. Instead, I'll make do with it as a screensaver.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Guys I'd Really Like to Suck (GIRLS)

A guy whose cock is so huge that, at first, I don't think I'll even be able to get my mouth around him. So fat that I'm sure that my jaw will snap. But so delicious that I'm willing to die trying.

I slick his shaft with spit, soak his flesh while I wet my lips, lick every inch of him and then slowly, gently, let my lips shape around his tip, feel my jaw relax and my mouth grow wider... it might take a while, but who wants to rush a job like this?

Because once I've got him... he's there to stay.

Until I'm ready to let him go. Or come....

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Role reversal

Saturday, October 16, 2010

On my knees and dreaming

We kiss and slowly she pushes my head down her body, slowly unbuttoning her blouse as my mouth moves towards her breasts. I part the fabric and kiss first one, then the other - I suck her nipples but she is impatient; she is unbuttoned to the waist now and her fingers are on the waistband of her pants.

I kiss down, teasing the firm flesh of her belly, slipping my tongue inside her navel, my eyes closed as I drink in the beauty of her taste and fragrance. I hear the soft hiss of her zip and the gentle pressure of her hand as it pushes me further.

And I gasp as my mouth meets hardness, not hair; strength, not softness; prick, not pussy; and I wonder, as I suck her inside me, how it would feel to be a guy in this position, bedding a beautiful babe for the first time, going through all the usual preliminaries, the foreplay, the feeling, the building of desire - and then finding cock, not cunt, at the end of the rainbow?

The thought excites me, thrills me, fills me with the need to be filled by her, and I open my throat and my jaw wide and I plunge, feeling her in my throat, plunging and pushing, burying her pubes in my cheeks and pumping me, her hands on either side of my head as she fucks, and I fuck her back because we both need the same thing now. And when we get it - what a beautiful, wonderful way to drown.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

I know I've posted this before

but she's gorgeous... and so is he!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Guys I'd Really Like to Suck (GIRLS)

When he can't take my teasing any more

When he's begged and cajoled and even bargained

When his cum is building up so hard that he couldn't stop himself even if he tried

When he pushes me back and plunges into my mouth

Fucks my throat, bruises my lips, buries himself so deep I might choke... and he wouldn't care if I did.


Saturday, October 9, 2010

I dreamed I had a penis

A low sigh escapes my lips as I emerge from a deep slumber, my mindseemingly wrapped in a fog. A predawn chill embraces my naked body, causing a shiver to run through me. My wrists are bound above and behind my head; my legs are drawn up to my sides, leaving me exposed.

My eyes register only darkness, adding to my sense of trepidation. The measured approach of high heels, accompanied by the faint yet tantalizing scent of perfume, nears. I can feel your presence as you ultimately arrive at the foot of the bed. I strain at my bindings, struggling futilely, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

"Don't worry, pumpkin," you whisper, "I won't hurt you - not too much, anyway." You trail a fingertip lightly along my shaft, up my stomach to my chest, resting your hand upon my heart. It throbs against your palm, strong and rapid. I anxiously turn my head to and fro, confused by my inability to see.

Your free hand fumbles around with something behind my head, and then you tug away my blindfold. Attempts to open my eyes are greeted by sharp, glaring light. I shut them with a groan, as you lean forward and place a kiss on each eyelid. "Relax, honey," you whisper as you step away. I hear something being drawn open, followed by the sound of rummaging for an object unseen.

"Mmmm, this is perfect...!" you exclaim as you return to me. After waiting a few moments, I slowly open my eyes, letting my vision drift around the space. I come to the realization we are in your bedroom, the morning sun drifting in through the open windows, the curtains swaying in an early summer breeze. I am woven into an intricate web of red nylon rope, immobilizing me.

Turning my gaze to the foot of the bed, I can finally see my mysteriousyet beautiful tormentor. You stand before me, wearing a frilled black corset, silken opera gloves, and Victorian ankle boots. My eyes take in your supple form; smooth, creamy skin, your glistening cunt, already wet with anticipation, perfectly formed breasts rising and falling with each lust-filled breath you take.

Your eyes gaze into my very soul as you grin in anticipation. Bringing your hands out from behind your back, I can finally see what it was you were searching so eagerly for. You ease yourself into a leather harness and adjust the buckles, the straps indenting your flesh. Jutting out from the base of your rig, a slick latex dildo transposes upon you the aura of some hermaphroditic fertility goddess of pagan myth.

I gasp as I wonder what you are intending. "Easy," you coo softly as you gently stroke the dildo against my cock head and a smile lights up your face as you tease the swollen head, watching it twitch. You then position yourself on my chest, the tip of your dong teasing my mouth, as it softens my lips, invites me to accept it. Flexing your hips, you begin pushing your probe in and out, building a rhythm. I feel myself opening up further to you, giving myself over to your ministrations.

My cock begins throbbing painfully, seeking release, as you begin picking up the tempo. Harder and faster you ram your toy into me, spearing my throat. "Do you like the way I fuck you, baby?" you hiss, your motions causing the harness to rub against your swollen clit. Time seems to slow as we become one, a single, pulsating, erotic entity. Morning becomes afternoon, the heat of the day and our combined exertions causing rivulets of sweat to course down our bodies, bathing us in a hot, salty film. "I'm going to cum...." you gasp as you slam your rubber cock harder and harder inside me, your clit tingling and twitching with each stroke, and my cock aching for release.

With a banshee's wail and convulsive heave you explode, your juices coursing along your inner thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath us. The dildo falls from my mouth and I can speak for the first time. "Please, let me cum," I whisper, my every pore afire. You lean back, grasping my hardened stalk in your silky hand and gently pull back the foreskin.

My body tightens and arches, a deep grunt escaping my lips as my beautiful lover frees my pent-up passions. Thick, ropy streams of cum erupt from my engorged head; hot, pearlescent strands pooling across my stomach and chest to my neck, burning me. Your eyes widen as spurt after spurt continues emanating from me untilat last, with a final twitch, my organ begins softening under your grasp.

You collapse on top of me, your she-cock still inside; a worn, satiated look in your eyes as your lips touch mine. "Sleep now, baby. I'll clean you up," you whisper and, as I close my eyes, I can feel your tongue exploring my neck as you begin licking my cum off me, working your way slowly downward; savoring my taste, inhaling the raw musk of our lovemaking.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Guys I'd Really Like To Suck (GIRLS)

Looks like she's already done the work for me... but I love being on the receiving end of a load like that!

Monday, October 4, 2010


Still a teen but no longer a virgin, poised on the edge of my twentieth birthday, with a boy I'd met a month before. His name was Ken and this was the fourth night we'd slept together. I wondered how long it would be before I started having fun?

I lay back, my legs parted as he buried his tongue in my cunt. I knew I was supposed to enjoy this, knew that it was supposed to be the greatest thrill he could offer me, but beyond a lapping warmth that felt "nice," I experienced none of the explosions that I'd heard would happen. I closed my eyes and drifted, allowed him to take his pleasure with his mouth and hoped there was nothing wrong with me that stopped me from feeling the same way.

I felt his weight shift, his legs suddenly on either side of my head and his hard cock inches above my face. Curiously, because I'd never done anything like it before, I squeezed my arm between us and reached out to his cock, angled it a little although I didn't know if it should bend this far, and touched it to my mouth.

And gasped as my cunt jolted as though he'd electrocuted it, then shuddered again as his cock pushed itself between my parted lips and his flavors flooded into my mouth as my pussy flooded itself. I moved my head and he moved with it, pushing himself into the warm hole of my mouth and as he pushed, my pussy pushed back, grinding against his face as he sank deeper into mine, and he was fucking my face but I felt it in my cunt, wetter and sweeter and deeper and, though my hand was twisted round his shaft to keep him from reaching to the back of my throat, it felt like he was filling my head all the same, as my pussy sucked and gripped his face and every sweep of his tongue brought me closer to cumming, cumming in his face while he twitched and jerked then pulled out and came on my mine. And afterwards, as I ran a tenative finger through the wet on my cheek and drew it into my mouth to taste, I knew what I wanted for the first time in my short sex life.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Guys I'd Really Like to Suck (GIRLS)

He comes up behind me and wordlessly, pushes me to my knees. His hand on my head, he walks around to face me.

He is naked, he is hard, he is silent.

But I know what to do.

Sometimes I wish he'd bind me, tie my hands behind me and take me as he wants to.

But sometimes I'm glad that he doesn't, so my hands can finger the flute while my mouth breathes out the music.

And when I feel him tense and his legs begin to buckle.

That is my symphony.

I suck him dry