Posts Tagged ‘lesbian sex’

A Little Sex With My Coffee, Please

Posted: May 2, 2013 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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My eyes took in every detail of her, as she stood in the kitchen. The morning sun was shining through the door as she carefully spooned the coffee into the filter that would soon be brewing and sending the robust aroma through the entire apartment. I love moments like these, snapshots in time. No details pass me by. Her hair glistened from the rays of sunlight that highlighted the right side of her face. With her hair up, I could see the short, fine hairs that rested against her neck in unruly fashion. I loved her in the mornings, when her hair was disheveled and her eyes were half closed.

Stepping forward, I reached my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. There was no reason to, yet there were I million reasons why I did – none of which I could ever put into words. Touching her was ecstatic for me. It was as if my skin and hers melded together, knowing that they were of the same stardust and when our molecules combined the result was goosebumps, fireworks and absolute passion. She sighed and leaned back against me, rubbing my forearms with her hands. I watched her arms as they moved. She had soft, blonde hair on her arms and the way her muscles moved was fascinating for me to watch. Her arms and hands were sensual and attractive to me. I often watched her movements in everything that she did. I was mesmerized by her arms and hands and I’d stand and watch her put on her make-up sometimes, just to watch her hands. They were graceful, strong and artistic. When her hand was in mine, I could never stop smiling at how tiny they were in comparison, yet they were not weak in any way. Her hands showed their years of labor and wisdom gained, yet they remained delicate and dignified to me. I loved them most when they were on my naked body, doing the most dirty of things.

My right hand reached underneath her loose top and found her bare breast. She immediately grew hard against my fingertips. Softly, she moaned and I could see her smile. Her back arched against me – an invitation to take what I wanted. I continued to kiss her neck and my other hand made its way underneath her top so that I now had both breasts in my hands. She continued to run her soft hands up and down my forearms, moaning louder now. I nibbled at her ear and softly whispered to her, “I want you right here and now.”

With this, she turned to face me and our lips met in a long, slow and seductive kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that lovers share when they know they are about to embark on a journey of passion. It was that kiss that said, “my body and my soul are yours, take me.”

My hands wandered up and down the small of her back as our lips played-out their own seduction. I could feel her breasts against me and wanted to feel them in my mouth desperately. Slowly I began to playfully tug at her top to pull it up. She stepped back and helped me by raising her arms as I lifted it up and over her head, right there in the kitchen. Naked to the waist now, the only thing she had left on her body was a pair of lace panties. I was in a fever as I pulled her close to me and kissed her again. My hands quickly found her breasts again and began teasing, twisting and gently tugging at her nipples until they were so hard they could have cut glass. Her moaning drove my passion to such a high that it felt as if I’d be consumed by my own flames.

Taking her left nipple in my mouth, I felt her body tense and rise to meet me. I head her gasp, then cry out, “oh…God!” I could smell her passion now and I knew that she was soaking wet in those lace panties. I fought the urge to touch her there though, knowing that the longer I waited the more intense would be her explosion for me later. I switched to her other breast and continued to massage, caress and lovingly touch the rest of her body with my hands. My fingers stroked her shoulders, arms, back, ribs, hips and cupped the cheeks of her ass while I sucked and nibbled at both of her breasts until she was completely weak in the knees.

Slowly and softly I began to run my fingers under the band of her panties….back and forth….back and forth. Each time, I stroked my fingers a little deeper until I was nearly touching her lips and my fingers played with her hair, stroking and exploring. I could feel her hands on my back, digging in and her body trembling as I came closer and closer to her flame. Finally, my middle finger parted her lips and I could feel her flood. She grasped my shoulders hard now and pushed to lean back, looking directly into my eyes. As my eyes met hers, in a show of domination, I chose that moment to penetrate her with my fingers….watching her face for the reaction. Her mouth opened and she gasped but she remained in my gaze, never looking away. I stroked her, then pulled out to play with her clit before I let my fingers dip inside her again and simply stretch and play with her. I knew I was making her crazy when she lifted her leg to wrap it around my hip. She was opening herself wider for what she wanted, hoping that I’d get her physical hint.

I withdrew my hand long enough to move her leg back to the floor, quickly strip her panties all the way off and then lift her to the kitchen counter. “Take this off,” she beseeched me to remove my shirt, so that she could feel my skin against her own. Our bodies against each other was a heaven like no other. I bent my head between her legs and took her to a place inside her own mind. I watched her close her eyes and tilt her head back as she moaned, groaned, grunted and rubbed herself against me hard. She was riding my lips and my mouth was swallowing her soft, saltiness as fast as I could. I didn’t want to miss a single drop of her body’s ecstasy. I knew she was close and I wanted her to come to me with a fury. I moved my head to the side and I entered her with my hand, pushing and stretching until I was deep inside her. She screamed now, a scream that relished the slight pain in exchange for the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. My lips again devoured her and my tongue lashed back and forth, ’round and ’round as my hand stroked her faster and faster. Her hips were moving to meet my thrusts and her cries grew louder and louder until finally she shrieked, paused and shuddered. I felt the ripple down my arm and felt the warmth of her orgasm as she continued to shake and spasm for several minutes. I held still, other than my free hand that stroked her hip and her thigh. She played with my hair and softly whispered things I could barely hear…but I understood.  When she was ready, I pulled myself free and I stood to hold her, wrapping my arms around her tightly and trying not to touch her hair with my very wet hand.

Softly, she giggled to me, “Ready for that cup of coffee yet?”

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Her Wrists Were Bound As I Climbed On Top….

Posted: January 8, 2013 in erotica, Free Books, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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…..trailing kisses up her stomach as my hands freely roamed her flesh. I sought to make her feel a physical equivalent to the way she made my heart soar…..

My lips wandered across her ribs as an explorer conquering a new territory and I wasn’t claiming it for king or country; she would be mine and I’d see to that. I could hear her soft moans and feel her legs move, unable to keep still in her building fury. The tide was rising and I was the master of the storm that would bring her to heights of passion on the sea of my love.

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As my lips, still the explorer on a conquest, climbed the peaks of each of her breasts and then slid into the valley that fell between, I could feel her heart beating. The pounding was like an engine, beating beneath her skin. I was a passenger on the deck of her ship, riding the waves of her passion. My hands slip underneath her, pulling her towards me as I take her breast in my mouth. I can feel her arch against me and then I’m riding the height of her waves, they come faster and faster. With each breath she takes, she exhales moans. At times, like a captain to the crew, she calls out to me to do her bidding. I’m the willing crew, sailing her ship to the ends of the earth and back again, all to do her bidding.

Glancing at her face, I’m awestruck and captivated for an instant. Her wrists may be bound to the headboard, but I am her captive and I wonder if she knows the power that she wields? With the look that she gives me, I bring my face close to hers and whisper, “tell me how wet you are.” Her eyes dilate and I can see the strands in them, the browns, the amber and the gold. Breathlessly she whispers, “SO wet.”

As I gaze into her eyes without breaking this contact, I slip my fingers inside of her and suddenly we are back on the ocean, rolling with the waves. Stroking to the rhythm of her hips, I kiss her lips. Our tongues find each other and dance with each other, doing a waltz on deck while the ship is at sea. The waves keep rolling and I find myself crawling on her shores…knowing that for her I would die.

My lips move down her neck, her chest and make my way back down her stomach without ever stopping the stroke of my right hand inside of her. With my face close enough to feel the heat coming from her body, my lips find her and my tongue strokes her softly at first. I hear her voice cry out, her legs move against me in an involuntary convulsion as the ecstasy takes her over and it is now that I claim my territory. Higher and higher the waves build. I’m riding the crest, bringing her home from heaven when she leaves my face, neck and chest wet from her waves.

We’ve weathered this storm and it’s on to the next. In a zone, a world away inside my own head, I move back on top of her. Her wrists were bound as I climbed on top …

What This Butch Is Into

Posted: November 4, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, life lessons, love, self-help, Uncategorized
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Hey everyone!

I get asked a LOT of questions. Some of them get pretty personal sometimes. I’m a fairly open person ( more open than the woman I love would prefer me to be most of the time ) so I am going to try to sum it all up for you all. In the future when people ask me, I’ll just send them the link to this blog. :)

First of all, I’ll add most anyone as a friend on Facebook. The reason for this is NETWORKING. It’s called social networking! I am a writer and the easiest and cheapest way for me to market my books is by using Facebook and by doing this blog!

The downside to adding so many people, especially those who are already readers of my books, is that they can get pretty flirtatious and overly nosy. When someone requests that I add them and within 2 minutes I start getting messages from them that start off as “so what is your type of woman?”, I know I’m in trouble. I find myself caught between hurting someone’s feelings, having to block them if they don’t quit, or actually pissing them off. I’ve inadvertently done the latter. I don’t mean to.

You see, even though I write the type of books that I do, I’m a bit awkward in social situations and relationships and/or interactions with other people. I’m not good at it! Don’t believe me? Stick around a lil’ while and you’ll see! I’m just a person. I make mistakes and I’m socially awkward from time to time. I like people and I’m outgoing most of the time but I’m also very reclusive sometimes and keep a lot to myself.

So let me make this as clear as I can. First of all: I am not single. I realize that my status on Facebook says that I am single. That’s simply because I’m not at the place with the person that I’m seeing, to be able to make any declarations about status. SHE thinks that stuff is pretty stupid and I see her point. It puts me, however, in the position of constantly having to explain myself. SHE thinks it is no one’s business. Again, I see her point but I do feel like I owe people an explanation when I have 1700 ‘friends’ who are mostly fans, plus an additional 460 fans on a fan page and another 400 people on Twitter who follow me. You all deserve to know the truth, I think? Maybe it’s just that I’m tired of being asked?

The truth? You can’t handle the truth! (sorry, I just had to go there!) Seriously, Jack Nicholson jokes aside, I moved from another state to be where I am not because I love this woman. I made some mistakes and said things that hurt her feelings and dissolved much of her trust in me a few months ago. I’m lucky that she’s even talking to me at all and I realize this. She has made me want to be a better person.

Please, understand that I’ve heard others say this my whole life and it has made me smirk and be overly cynical but I finally get it now! I have never believed in soul mates but I’m beginning to wonder if she is mine … she’s made me grow and change in so many positive ways in just a few short months. She has no idea of the mission she has accomplished! I surely wonder if she’s an angel, at the very least. I know that she was placed in my life by God. I believe this with all my heart. I have a trust and a faith in our relationship that’s hard for me to explain. It doesn’t have to be anything. I don’t need a definition anymore. It is fine just being whatever it is and I see no reason not to just let it evolve however it is going to all by itself. I feel good about taking it slow right now.

Fact is, I love her. The things I feel for her make the things I felt for anyone before seem so insignificant and silly. I trust her, I know she’s there even when she isn’t physically there. So what I’m sexually into is really no one’s business. I’m just into her. That’s all you need to know. I write a LOT of things; loads of different scenarios. Have I lived them all? Done them all? Just dream about them? That’s for me to know and you all to wonder. ;)

I can tell you a few things I’m into:

Being faithful, growing as a person at all times, nerdy books and television shows, politics (please refer to ‘nerdy television shows), chocolate, walking barefoot on the beach, puppy breath, flowers, the simple things in life, fresh air, looking out over 120 acres of corn and remembering where I’m from, nature, warm cookies fresh from the oven, tree hugging, music, laughing babies, borrowing the children of my friends when I need to remember what the world looks like through their eyes, carnivals, bonfires with friends, fishing, the Steelers, eating hotdogs at the ballpark, laughing whenever possible, peace and quiet, the loyalty of an old dog, God (which probably should have been first but I didn’t wanna scare you into thinking this was a sermon), sunrises and sunsets, the mountains, foggy mornings, history, playing with bones – especially those of australopithecus aferensis (again refer to ‘nerdy books’ comment), photography, writing, doing things that make other people smile, driving, helping people when I can, enjoying good conversations with people, learning something new, and being very much in love with a woman that I really hope will be the last person I ever kiss.

Slowly, I’m Pulling Your Pants Down

Posted: October 29, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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You come and go, like waves on the ocean. Always there and always in my thoughts. Sometimes you are soft and quiet, but you’re not far away and when I look for you I can see you shining in my horizon. Gently you remind me that you are there. Other times you come crashing in so hard and so fast that you simply take my breath away. Today is one of those days. You are knocking me over and washing over me and I don’t fight it. I’d gladly lay down in your waters and let you wash over me, around me and through me.

Bathe me in your salty warmth and bring me the calm seduction of your sweet touch, because now I crave it. Today I want you and my mind has carried me away, into daydreams that I have no hope of controlling and I do not wish to escape. I close my eyes and you are in front of me. I can see you clearly, your eyes looking into mine. My entire being feels naked in front of you; I’ve nothing to hide from you. My heart flips and skips in my chest. The flutters in my chest cause me to stop and catch my breath. I do not understand what it is that you do to me, but I enjoy it very much.

I can feel your lips. I’m kissing you in my daydream now. It seems to last forever. I can feel your tongue and your soft, warm lips that make me tingle all over. I could kiss you forever and oh how I want to right now. When I close my eyes I can smell you. I know how your hair smells, your skin smells and the smell of your excitement in the heights of your passion. If I listen carefully, I can hear you breathing and I can feel you moan against me. Softly, I can hear you whisper to me that you are ‘so wet’ and I moan.

You are standing in front of me and my arms are wrapped around your waist, my face is buried in your neck. I want you and I’m burning alive at the very moment. Slowly, I unbutton your top, kissing through the gap on my way down, until your shirt is hanging open. Leaning forward I kiss your chest and cleavage, squeezing your breasts in my hand softly. I can feel your fingers in my hair and hear you moan, “I love the way you touch me.”

Brushing your top off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, I reach around you to unhook your bra and free the breasts that I want to suck and kiss so badly. I’m completely in love with your breasts. Yes, I admit it. I want to lay my head against your bosom and just kiss them and touch them for hours. I find myself so amazed at how velvety soft they are and how sensitive you are. Your nipples are so soft and smooth in my mouth. Right now, I’m imagining my tongue tracing circles around them before I fall to the floor in front of you, on my knees.

Kissing your stomach, I begin to unbutton your pants and I can hear you moaning. You are concerned, “I don’t think I can stand up while you do this.” I ignore you and continue doing what I’m doing. I can hold you up and I know I’m not going to let you fall. If anything, we may end-up on the floor and the neighbors may think they hear someone screaming but it won’t be for help.

Slowly, I’m pulling your pants down now. You try to help and I stop you. I want to do this. Undressing you is so much fun and I want to take my time. I’m enjoying this immensely. You’re wearing those sporty underpants with the wide band, they’re black. I think you look so sexy in these and I get completely dripping wet when I even catch a glimpse of you in these. You wore these the very first time we were together and I’ll never forget it. God, I love you.

I’m rubbing you through the underpants now. I can feel the wet spot. No…the soaked spot. Mmmm…. I can’t take this anymore. Gently, I move the underwear to the side and slip my fingers inside of you to feel the wetness and the heat coming from your body. You gasp and reach out to grab my hair and my shoulder to keep your balance. “Please, I need to sit.” I can hear you but I’m still not acknowledging you just yet. You are tapping my shoulder with an urgency and repeating yourself. You think you are going to fall.

Smiling, I look up at you and pull those sporty briefs down your sexy legs. I kiss your legs and run my tongue up and down your inner thighs. Gently, I push your legs further and further apart and then I slip myself up underneath you and motion for you to come down and sit on me.

You sit on top of me and grind yourself while you catch your breath a moment. My hands are working to pull you further up and you know what I want. You want it too. Finally, you are over me and my mouth takes you in. I can hear you fill your lungs with air the moment my tongue touches you and begins to please you. My hands are reaching up, stroking your back, massaging your breasts and gripping your hips as you grind against my face. I’m in complete heaven when you cum on top of me and even though you are so sensitive, you always let me lick as much of your cum as you can stand. Eventually, you’ll beg me to stop, but not until you screamed my name over and over and told me how amazing you feel and how much you love the way I touch you.

If you knew how much I love to touch you and please you, you’d not be so amazed. Thank-you for giving me the most amazing daydreams, the most wonderful realities and for each and every precious moment that I spend with you. I’m in love with you and I just keep falling further and further in. I’m in awe of you and I want you each and every day. You make me stop and think of how lucky I am to be alive and to be in love and I will never ever take that for granted ever again.

**LIKE IT?**

Jesse MacGregor-Jones – Lesbian author of erotica and more. My books can be found at http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008GTX6RG

A Sneak Peek of Twisted: Sexual Fantasies

Posted: October 22, 2012 in gay lesbian, erotica, lesbian, love
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Sam is my favorite character to write. No one, including me, really ever knows what Sam is going to get into next. She does her own thing in a lot of ways. She writes her own story through me and I become just the note taker. This is a short scene from the next book in the series, which I can guarantee you is going to be far better than any erotica story I have written thus far. 

 
Sam is an onion. Just when you think you have peeled the last layer from her personality and her life, you find another layer waiting for you. This is the latest installment in her crazy life. The first volume was Twisted: Flashbacks and is a must read before you read the next book. Enjoy this little tease! 

She led Sam up the stairs, to the right and down a long hallway. At the end of the hall there was a door to the left. Estelle pushed the door open and they entered.

Sam looked from left to right. There was a bondage sling hanging from the middle of the room. There was a table with various toys laying on it. Right away Sam spotted a strap-on with a huge dildo attachment. There also were handcuffs, rope, a cat of nine tails, at least three different vibrators and dildos, anal plugs, nipple clamps, a blindfold and more. It looked like a table set-up in an operation room for a surgery. ‘Some kind of surgery,’ Sam thought to herself.

Estelle looked giddy as she walked into the room and began pointing out things to Sam. “Would you liked for me to get in the sling so you can fuck me with all those things on the table? Hmmmm?”

“Yes, I believe I would,” Sam was intensely interested in everything she saw around her right now. She felt like she’d just been introduced to another dimension and things had just moved up a notch in her world. She thought that places like this only existed in freaky sex novels and in porn flicks. Yet, here it was right in front of her.

“I’d like to step out and change into something a little more fitting. Will you be okay to wait here for me?” Estelle was smiling like the cat who ate the canary.

“Sure, I’ll be right here,” Sam reached out and squeezed Estelle’s left ass cheek with her hand as she said it.

Estelle smiled and turned to walk from the room, swaying her hips from side to side as she strode. Sam was certain that Estelle was shaking her ass on purpose. It worked.

Sam plopped on the huge bed that was in the room. It was bigger than a California king, she was certain. It must have been a custom bed. The headboard was made of solid walnut and there were iron rings mounted on the headboard for restraints. She immediately thought of Estelle laying there in cuffs, at her mercy. She smiled and licked her lips.

Then she noticed that there were also restraints on the wall! This place was insane and off the chain!

She stood and walked over the sling and gave it a little push. It swung from a large bolt in the ceiling. No doubt that it had been professionally installed. ‘I wonder who exactly you call to install one of these?’ Sam really couldn’t help but wonder.

Strolling around the room, she stopped at the toy table. There was lube laying there next to the monster cock. That made her giggle. The strap-on was made of leather. Aslan. The best.

Sam heard footsteps coming down the hall just then and she loosened her tie and took a gulp. She was almost nervous all over again. The door knob turned and Estelle walked in. Sam sucked her breath in and her eyeballs almost popped out of her eyes. Her eyes went all the way to the floor and made their way back up. Estelle was wearing a Snow White outfit. It was complete with corset and breasts pushed up like they were going to explode out the top. She smiled a little sheepishly and said, “I like role play games. Would you like to be my Prince Charming tonight?”

Sam just nodded. This was so completely beyond anything that she had ever done that she wasn’t sure what to say or do. All she knew was that she couldn’t take her eyes off Estelle’s breasts at the moment. It was all she could do not to walk over and bury her face in the cleavage. Estelle just stood there leaning against the door. She was grinning that grin again. She spoke in a sultry voice, “In that door behind you to the right is the bathroom. Your costume is in there. I’m quite sure that it will fit.”

Sam cocked her head to one side and responded, “D-did you say my … costume?”

I Have This Daydream Of Your Feet On My Shoulders…

Posted: October 10, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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and your hands twisting the sheets. I can hear you screaming my name and as you cum all over my face and neck, I already plan on how I will take you again.

This first time was passionate and lustful, a need and a fire that needed to be put out. Now I want to take my time and make your body sizzle all over. I’ve missed your lips and they are so very soft. You warm skin against mine makes me crave your body as tightly against my own as I can manage.  As my desire builds – I want to fuck you plain and simple. I want to make you squeal and gasp, writhe and twist. I want hot, crazy, sheets pulled off the bed sex.

I love the way my name sounds when it passes across your lips in the form of a moan. Your breasts rising and falling as you work hard for your next breath, completely turns me on and I feel the burning between my legs begin. Sometimes, but not always, I genuinely crave someone inside of me. Tonight, I really wish you’d throw me down and fuck me so hard I cannot walk for two days without thinking about tonight.

You do things to me, inside and out. The things that go on inside my head when I think about you are really hard to describe. I love you, I want you and you make me absolutely crazy in so many good ways. My heart flutters in your presence and my clit just throbs. You have filled me with passion and love all at the same time. Sometimes it makes me think that I will just burn alive in the incredible want, desire and happiness.

Tonight I will kiss you all over, trailing my lips up and down your back, your legs and shoulders while my arms wrap around you and hold your breasts. Tonight I will whisper in your ear that you cannot cum until I tell you that it’s okay. You are mine to do with as I will…and I will do much. Here, in the dark, I will show you the light and take you as close to heaven as we dare venture.

Tomorrow, I will daydream about doing it all over again.

Bondage, Flogging, Binding, Threesome, Fisting, Strap-on Sex

Posted: September 21, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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The brand new cover design for Butch Sexology 2.

 

It is all in here!

 

The first reviewer says – “The dance that exists within the Butch-Femme dynamic is both unique and powerful and this book compels the reader onwards, word by sultry word. Having read as many of this author’s contributions, I urge anyone within or interested in the Butch-Femme modality to grab a coffee, sit back and prepare to be dazzled … be warned, the coffee will be cold by the time you remember to take a sip.” ~ Aryn

Description

The original, Butch Sexology – Tales From the Erotic Zone, was banned at Book Tango for being ‘too pornographic in nature.’ It also reached the top twenty of Amazon’s best selling adult fiction and remains in the top 50 best selling lesbian fiction at all times. I set-out this time to show them what pornographic was! This book is hotter, longer and talks about more ‘taboos’ than any other story I have ever written and published.

The characters are all hot, uninhibited and well-written to make you feel as if you are in the room with them … or on the table being fucked by one of them.

This Saturday – Two New Books Launch!

Posted: September 20, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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The brand new cover design for Butch Sexology 2.

 

Are you ready? “Butch Sexology 2 – The REALLY Naught Stuff”  will be available THIS WEEKEND! Watch my Facebook page closely for exact details. If you read the first book, then you know what hot, sexy erotica awaits for you to feast your eyes (and other things) upon.  However, I have a surprise in store for my readers!

If you weren’t able to get in on “Butch Sexology – Tales From the Erotic Zone” for whatever reason, now, you can get BOTH books in ONE VOLUME! That’s right…I’m going to release a special copy of BOTH books in one volume! Both books will be available at the same time on Kindle, with paperbacks being ready with a few days after the Kindle version hits markets.

Even more amazing, you’ll be able to purchase the Kindle edition of either book for only $2.99 or you can get BOTH in one volume for only $3.99!! I know…I know….you’re so excited now that you won’t be able to sleep. Don’t blame it on me. Blame it on being horny.

 

Filthy Beautiful Butch Dreams

Posted: September 8, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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Photo courtesy of Glass Onion Images
Models: Skye R. Isono and Amber Marie

My hands are on your hips. My face is in the nape of your neck. The water from the shower beats down on your skin and on mine, in a cascade of warmth and stimulation. Your skin is soft and warm and I want to melt into you. My lips find your skin and softly touch you, tasting you and leaving loving kisses on your flesh.

I’m completely aware of your breathing. I can feel your chest moving against me and feel your hand reach around me to hold me close to you. Softly, you moan. I reach for the soap and I begin to rub your body with my hands, working-up a lather all over your torso. I can feel the wetness between my legs that is definitely not water. Again, you moan. I want to kiss you all over, worship your body and bring you pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Just like the song, I want to make your body my wonderland and play with it all night long.

My lips find your breasts and your nipples are already erect and longing for my touch. I’m overcome with such passion that you have to remind me to be gentle. I get carried away in my lust sometimes and forget how sensitive this soft, pale-pink flesh can be.  I relax and try to just enjoy your creamy soft skin in my mouth and relish how amazing your alabaster flesh feels against my lips and tongue.

Softly, with your hands in my hair, you put your cheek against mine and whisper in my ear, Can we go lay down? I don’t think I can stand-up anymore.” You’ve made me tingle all over and I nod against your neck and your shoulder, unable to give you a verbal response at the moment. You turn the water off, step out of the shower and reach for a towel. You turn to hand me a towel too, but I grab a hold of yours and pull you close. I only want to kiss you and touch you. I don’t want to take my hands off of you. I’ve been so starved for you. Our lips meet and we kiss softly at first, but it quickly turns into a twisted knot between my tongue and yours, exploring and seeking. I feel like I’m being burned alive. I want you and I can’t wait to taste you on my lips.

You giggle softly and start backing up toward the door, in the direction of the bedroom. I playfully follow you, step by step, until you are standing with your legs against the bed. Pushing you back onto the bed, I crawl over the top of you and continue kissing you, letting my hand roam between your legs. I can feel the hair that you neatly trim and I love the natural feel that you opt for. It’s so sexy. It’s just … you. I let my fingers play and entwine themselves, lingering in it a moment. Your pussy fits perfectly in my cupped hand. I can hear you suck in your breath now and you whisper, “I love the way you touch me.”

Your words move me to continue and I gently slip my fingers deeper between the lips of your labia and rub them back and forth against you to stimulate you and also to get them wet for the purposes of entering you. I slip my thumb inside you. I like this angle for my hand and I can lay closer to you like this. I can look at your face as I stroke my fingers inside of you. Your face always tells me everything I need to know. Your shrieks of passion are icing on my cake. This moment, you have called out my name and your chest rose sharply from the breath you sucked into your lungs. I’m immediately drawn to your gorgeous breasts and filled with desire to have your nipples in my mouth. As I succumb to my desire, you groan and utter one word, “yessss.” You breathe the word out into the air, as if you’re speaking it to the entire universe, and I’m filled with emotions too hard to explain. I can only act on them.

As your body ignites in a spontaneous combustion of sorts, fueled by my desire to please you and pour more fuel into your fire, you are now speaking loudly. I can hear you. “I love your hands. I love how you touch me. I love the way you know exactly what to do to me.” You make me want to please you just that much more. You fill me with a passion that starts deep inside, like a hot coal that burns a hole through my flesh and is only satisfied by your screams and cum in my face. I can feel you building. My fingers are inside of you – stroking you, but I need to move to bring you to complete orgasm now. I know what you need and what you desire. I want to please you and make your body mine.

Sliding myself between your legs, I’m on the floor now, at your feet. I gently lift your legs over my shoulders and guide your feet to rest on each of my shoulders. Your body is wide open in front of me now. I take a moment to look at what I consider to be the most beautiful piece of art in the entire world, your womanhood. I’m enthralled with your body and with you … all of you. I always tell you that you’re beautiful. I mean it in so many ways other than your face and your body. All the emotions, all the feelings I have for you are combined with the passion of this moment and it seems like I will not be able to keep myself from exploding into a million pieces right here and now. I watch as I slip my fingers back inside of you. Your hips move to greet my fingers and my eyes glance up in time to see you also looking down at my face. I reach for your hand now and you grasp it firmly, as my other hand strokes you.

Leaning forward, my tongue finds you. You are swollen, throbbing and pulsing with desire. As my lips surround you, your head falls back onto the bed and you moan and I can hear you call my name. My response is to stroke you faster and move my tongue in rhythm with my fingers and the magical song we are playing, using your body as the instrument.

As you reach your climax, I can feel you tighten around my fingers and it begins like a pulse. You’re squirming and beginning to back yourself up onto the bed. It’s as if the pleasure is so intense that you feel the need to back away from it, but I’m not going to let you. I move with you, until we are both fully on the bed and rather than let up, I’m stroking you faster now, diving back into you with my face. You scream now. I hear my name. Yes, I love it. Then I hear you, “Ohhh…ohhh baby. I cumming!”

I already knew. You are now squeezing my fingers so hard that they have barely received blood for two minutes. Suddenly, I feel the flood as you cum with the power of water rushing through a broken dam. I can’t stop licking. I want every single drop. You allow it for as long as you can take it until, finally, you are begging me to stop because you’re unable to take the intensity one moment longer.

I move to hold you. I just want to touch you now; lay with you and hold you close. I want to feel the heat of your skin and the sweat that we’ve shared in this dance of desire. You’re so sexy, so beautiful … so ‘everything I ever wanted’ and I run out of words to express the feelings that I have when I think about you. “Just let me cuddle with you and fall asleep,” I whisper as I kiss your chest and lay my head against you. You wrap your arm around me and pull me close and I lay and listen to your heartbeat. You do what you always do. You lay in the dark and talk until you are exhausted and can’t talk anymore. I can hear your breathing change as you begin to drift off. I don’t tell you I love you…but I know that you know. I smile to myself and say thanks for this day, for this life and most of all … for you.

A Boi and Hys Toys – Dirty Talk

Posted: September 6, 2012 in equal rights, erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian, love
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The original Butch Sexology.

 

This is inspired by a conversation that took place on wall in a group on facebook. I’m hoping that some of those folks will jump in here and comment too!

The conversations in my favorite group on FB are always raw, to the point and very informative. The anonymity that the group affords us seems to give everyone the brass balls to say whatever they want…and I love it. :)

So recently, we had a great conversation about butches and their strap-ons. I think this was informative for the femmes in the group…but it was also eye-opening as to how some femmes were very understanding about it and others were absolutely clueless.

As a butch, I get asked by women, “what does that do for you?”…or “but how does that feel good for you?” I KNOW that they are asking because they are 1) curious and 2) they care. Typically, this is a question that a lover will ask you when they just don’t get it. For me though…sometimes I hate having to explain it. It’s sort of personal but I can see where there is a need for understanding. So…here it is:

Here’s my BEST response to your questions about what it is like for a butch who wears a strap-on or for the butch who ‘packs’. First of all, let’s talk about ‘packing’ because I think that it is a great lead-in topic!

WHAT IS PACKING?

Packing – This is the term used to describe the practice of wearing a dildo in one’s pants while out in public. There are some who will wear a regular dildo, though this is difficult and really rather impractical. What MOST butches do, is wear a packer, especially made for wearing out in public. These are designed to replicate a penis in its relaxed state, which makes it much more comfortable to wear. There are even special harnesses to accommodate these or even specially designed underwear that will bind and hold these in a special “pocket” in the front.

NOW…there’s going to be questions here. First of all, “Who would want to wear a dildo all day long?” Let me answer that one really quick. Anyone who sees themselves as more masculine, or is in the process of transitioning (FTM), or even someone who is identifying as ‘gender queer’ may simply feel more “right” by having this “gear” on and even being able to use a men’s restroom by using one of the devices that allows you to actually pee through it and use a urinal (with some practice).

So for some people, these handy little devices actually help them rectify (in their own minds) something that is missing and troubling to them. It brings their image of self into alignment and makes them feel better about how they are seen and identified. Now, I may not have said that in the best way…I am not trans. I invite my trans friends to please, tell us if you pack for the reasons about and if so, how does it make you feel? I’d like to specifically hear your words about dysphoria and how this may play into it all.

I fall into the ‘recreational user’ category myself. Wearing a packer out on a date and surprising the one you are with by rubbing up against them can certainly be a hot reminder of what your plans are for later. In the right setting, at the right time…it can certainly take foreplay to a whole new level. I’m just into being playful sexually, so I fall into the category of butch boi who likes to pack on occasion for fun. It makes me feel playfully dirty and naughty.

BUT WHAT ABOUT STRAP-ONS? HOW DOES THAT GET A BUTCH OFF?

This can really be interesting, because it can vary for many butches. From MY personal experience…I have a connection to a strap-on that is very mental. I get into a frame of mind that actually helps me ‘feel’ everything when I am inside of a woman. My imagination goes to work and with each stroke, the harness rubs against my clit and I honestly imagine the sensation of my cock inside of her and her pussy being the thing that I feel ‘rubbing’ me. This is intense for me…just as much as if someone were going down on me with their tongue. In fact, in some ways and at some times, it actually can be more intense depending on the position we are in. I know exactly which positions get me off and when I’m ready, I will switch to those positions, but generally not until I know that I’ve satisfied my partner many times over. That’s just a butch thing. <shrug>

For me, sex is more mentally stimulating than it is physically stimulating. I am driven to please the one that I am with. Getting my partner off typically gets me off. Watching my strap-on stroke in and out of her is so hot and sexy that I can cum just watching. I never get tired of admiring a gorgeous body with curves in all the right places. It makes me hot and bothered just thinking about it. Knowing that I am making her feel good is especially important. Her body amazes me, like a child with a new toy, I’m in another world and I’m mesmerized. I’m ‘in the zone’ so to speak.

This is where the mental stimulation comes into play. While I may not need a woman to touch my clit, lick me or even use her fingers to touch me ( though that is almost always welcome in my case ), what I NEED in order to get off when wearing a strap-on, is to feel her hands on my body, her lips on my neck or my chest. Running her fingers through my hair and mumbling in moans of pleasure will make me crazy…but her touch will bring me right into the orgasm that she herself is having. Whisper something dirty in my ear and I am absolute putty in your hands and I become your sex servant. Kisses, touches, fingernails…anything to bring my body and hers as close as possible, in such a way that I feel that I could almost crawl right inside of her and take her over with my energy and my ‘butch swagger’. I know that when I am in control of her body, in this fashion, she is on fire and that the pleasure we both feel is far more than physical. It’s a place that we go to together, mentally and spiritually. When both people are fully involved and submersed into this butch femme dance, the climax will truly take them both to heights of ecstasy that will rock both with pleasure over and over that cannot be described adequately.

In fact, even if I am not wearing a strap-on and my fingers are inside of her and feeling the amazing velvety soft skin of the inside of her body, the way that she touches me will give me the exact same responses. My body reacts to her pleasure and her ability to relay this pleasure to me through her touch, her whispers, her kisses and her moans. Feeling her hips move against me and ride my fingers inside of her, makes me shudder with pleasure and become driven to satisfy her every sexual desire.

God…I love being a butch.

 

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