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The Lowered Drive is Killing My Writing

One of the biggest problems I seem to be facing with this whole lowering of my sex drive is that I can’t seem to write a single good sentence on any of my erotica. I’ve been desperately craving writing something, I’ve got a story waiting to be finished, I’ve got all these story ideas and plans in my head – and yet, my lowered sex drive is making it impossible!

First of all, the issue of getting aroused. I tend to write my erotica and if it doesn’t turn me on, I scrap it. Because I’m a pretty easy target for arousal, so if it’s not turning me on, it’s probably not very good. However, right now, I’m all out of whack. Stuff that normally turns me on isn’t working at all and so everything I write erotically immediately seems to suck.

Second, the visualization. A huge part of my erotic writing happens because I have a vivid imagination that runs wild with sexual thoughts. Without those visualizations, without the ability to even attempt to have those visions, I have nothing to spring forth from. I have no scene, I have no characters, I have no plot and there’s definitely not any sex!

The lowered sex drive doesn’t seem to be having any effect on any other area of my life except my erotic writing and I am officially noticing and I am officially not happy about it at all! Tonight, as I attempted for the umpteenth time this week to write an erotic piece, I officially hit my breaking point. I kept trying to explore why I was having such a hard time with it, why I’d get two paragraphs in and suddenly be completely lost, why I couldn’t get a single sexual moment out between anything, and I’ve finally figured it out. And I am not happy, not happy at all!

I want to write but I am being way too critical to get it done…

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A Collection of #Footography

I don’t remember how we got into taking pictures of my feet.

I remember loving it the moment we were doing it. I’m often asked if I have a foot fetish and the honest answer is no, not even slightly. I do not enjoy any aspects of a foot fetish, except for taking pictures of my feet and having them (the pictures, not the actual feet) admired by other people.

Over the years, we’ve taken many foot photos. From dedicated footography sessions to random snaps on walks, from painted toe nails to bare nails, with and without shoes – most notably my flip flops, which I try to wear as much of the year as possible. The best place to view my footography is on my FetLife profile, but for those of you who aren’t there, enjoy this small selection of some of my favorite footography.

My Collection of #Footography

There’s photos on here from almost 6 years ago and some of them are as recent as a few weeks ago. If you’d like to see new footography as I take it, be sure to follow me on FetLife or check out my Google+ #Footography Collection.

Favorite #Footography from Tumblr

Enjoy some of my favorite footography from Tumblr and be sure to follow Valerie Rayne Tumbles for tons more!

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/128547430981/animexenie-non-esistono-distanze-troppo-grandi

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/128165817796/flensburgpaar-september-02-2015

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/127549427726/flensburgpaar-august-25-2015

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/127934502886/flensburgpaar-august-30-2015

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http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129475321936/flensburgpaar-september-20-2015

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http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/122654006326/pin-up-art-stuff-robert-alvarado

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So, there you have it, a beautiful collection of #Footography. If you liked it, be sure to push the “Like” button below and use the “Share This” section to share on your favorite social networks. And if you’d like, I’d love to discuss footography in the “Rant With Me” section below!

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Desire Runs Deep

The Boyfriend started talking about the sex we were going to have on his next days off the exact same day that he went back to work after his last day’s off. And every single day, multiple times a day, he’d make all sorts of comments or suggestions or requests, maybe. I’m not really sure how to describe the sweet nothings that he exchanges when he’s like this. Writing most of them down often time doesn’t sound as good as it does when he says it.

By the time he was actually on his days off, three days later, from the moment he walked in the door, he was immediately going off about sex. The sex he was planning to have, the sex he would like to have in his future, the sex that he’s had in the past, nothing but sex. And it went on all day long. I’ve talked to him about my lack of desire and he had decided that he was going to do anything he could to make it go away.

At dinnertime, he was officially ready to go. It seemed like every move he made would give him an erection and on many occasions, I would catch him staring at me with that look in his eyes that signals that he’s thinking dirty thoughts. He wasn’t by any means ready to have sex at this point, it was just on his mind heavily – like it normally is with me. Part of me was insanely happy that for once it was happening to him and not to me. I feel like his low sex drive has never interfered with his day-to-day functioning, whereas it happens to me all the time. Part of me just felt confused as to why it’s not happening to me…

After we were done getting the kids all ready for bed, it was still too early for us to go and have sex. He also wanted me to be more aroused and spent the remainder of our pre-sex time trying for that. He asked if we could sit on the couch and go through my Tumblr together. The thing that I always love the most about him checking out my Tumbr is that it opens up a great line of communication between us. We can talk about all the stuff we like, are curious about and don’t like. We can reminisce about the time we tried “this” or “that” and we can discuss bodies and genders and sexuality in a way that seems really informal, incredibly comfortable for both of us, and that doesn’t feel like anyone is putting pressure on anyone – which is huge for him, because he does not deal well with sexual pressure.

He ended up leaving for a short while, instructing me to continue browsing. We were probably on there for a good two hours and he was relieved when he reached between my legs and I was showing the first signs of wetness. My computer got put down, our TV got turned onto some show in the background and an incredibly intense fingering session commenced.

It started out really slow to get me into it and he took so much time exploring every little piece of vulva with each of his fingers. He focused a lot less on penetrative fingering and a lot more on soft and sensual flesh rubbing. After a good long while of softness, and as his erection began to tug his pants tighter and tighter, the rubbing turned to penetrating, which eventually turned into four fingers sliding as deep into me as they could manage. He asked if I was okay and I nodded. He covered my neck and chest in these big wet kisses before continuing on. When he pulled his fingers away, I was surprisingly dry and he returned to the soft and gentle rubbing. We went through this process probably five or six times, the softness to the roughness, the rubbing to the penetration.

Finally, I was ready to orgasm, which was his goal all along. Since one of the kids was still upstairs awake watching shows, I asked if we could sneak into the bathroom. He wasn’t anywhere near ready to orgasm yet, but I desperately wanted to orgasm on his cock. I felt like it had been too long since that had happened, even though it really hadn’t. He rushed into the bathroom and waited for me to follow behind him, his pants already down around his ankles. I orgasmed almost immediately and his hands grabbed at every inch of flesh he could get his hands on. He pounded me hard as the last ripple of orgasm shook over me and I covered my mouth to keep myself quiet. Then, he walked away and told me I was getting changed.

He handed me my dress. We came back out the living room and sat on the couch for a few minutes before his hand was between my legs again. He said, “After this, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you to do. And you remember our safeword obviously…“, he trailed off and I smiled wide trying to figure out what he might have in mind. He had been talking about needing lube a lot, so I figured it was going to be something like that, but I was wrong. He sat down on the floor and rested his head on the couch. He then told me to stand in front of him.

Although I put my feet there, it felt like he moved my legs into position, so that I was partially standing, partially straddling his face. He pulled me harder onto him as his tongue and lips went to work and I reached down and grabbed frantically at any part of him I could reach, mostly his hair and one arm that was supporting my shaking leg. He used his hands to force my hips back and forth until I took over. It didn’t take long before I was drenching his mouth with my second orgasm and he responded like it was the best thing ever.

He slid out from underneath of me and quickly and roughly penetrated me from behind, pushing me right into the couch. He threw my dress up to reveal my ass cheeks and dug his fingers deeply into the flesh, pushing himself so deep into me that I moaned into the back of the couch and clawed at any fabric I could gather.

He pulled out and decided he was going to move our bed down to the living room. I’m not exactly sure why he decided on this. Once the bed was all set up, he asked me to put porn on the TV, although it didn’t get watched at all. His hands again went to work between my legs and after he had gotten me good and wet with lots of kissing and breast nibbling, a good long sex session was had. It started on my side, and then my leg ended up over his hip, and then he ended up on top of me.

He went for what felt like forever as I worked desperately for my third orgasm. It was utterly impossible. No matter what I did, no matter what he did, I stayed perfectly peaked near the tip of an orgasm. I don’t know how he manages to continue fucking me for so long. I could understand if he slowed down more, but he doesn’t. He keeps an incredibly steady pace, he doesn’t seem like he’s off somewhere else trying to keep his mind off an orgasm, he still does all the same stuff as if he hasn’t been working his ass off for the longest time! It always impresses me, even after so long of experiencing it.

We were both getting exhausted. My hand just couldn’t do it, we were both sweating terribly, and when he pulled out and said “Time’s up, for now!“, I was actually really relieved and he could tell. His plan was to have another round of sex, but when he stood up from the bed, he immediately said, “Oh my god, I think I need to cum. My balls are begging for it!” and I gladly offered up my mouth for his use.

Normally, he lays down and I get in between his legs or lay beside him for blowjobs. It’s our preferred positioning because he can play with my hair and gets to be in charge of what my head does for the most part. I was lucky and convinced him to be on top and he happily lowered himself in between my waiting lips. Normally, he feels rigid and stiff and you can feel all the veins on his cock. The need to orgasm had made his whole cock feel soft, even though it was still as long as if he had had a regular erection, but it wasn’t vein-y or rigid, almost felt flaccid. It was perfect for how absolutely deep he was going.

His legs were shaking from desperation and it took so much longer than either one of us was expecting for him to cum. He pushed so deeply into my throat as he came, I quickly had to pull him back so that I could swallow and I am sure that I made some very obvious gulping sounds. He kept cumming and cumming and his legs were shaking so bad, I thought he was going to collapse. It took him a few seconds to rise after he was done, which gave me plenty of time to get him nice and cleaned up.

I fell asleep so fast when my head hit the pillow, even though I was expecting to be up all night sketching out, being that it’s been so long since we last slept in the living room. And it was such an amazing sleep! He woke up with the kids in the morning and stayed awake to play games and let me sleep peacefully until noon, and it was utter bliss.

Today, I feel like I can still feel his four fingers deep inside of me. Every once and awhile, I’ll sit in an angle that makes it feel like I’ve been punched in the vagina. It’s one of those things, like a bruise after a consensual beating, that hurts a little but once you remember why it’s there makes it feel pleasurable. I’ve also been in desperate need of hugs today, which he has been ready to hand out at every turn.

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This is Not The Role Reversal Your Looking For…

For many years, through thousands of awkward conversations and more than a handful of disappointing moments, I have been the one with the high sex drive while The Boyfriend’s was almost non-existent. Rarely did this ever change and definitely not for longer than a couple nights off.

For many years, I have been the one complaining there wasn’t enough sex (even though the calendar said there was) and I’m the one who’s been openly expressing my fantasies and thinking about sex all day. It’s what I’m used to and where I’ve been at for a really long time. It’s normal for me.

But, we’re going on over a month now, where I seem to have little to no sexual desire at all and he seems to be a raging ball of sexual energy. My eyebrows have been raised many times by his overt expressions of arousal. I’m not used to it from him and apparently it is absolutely throwing me off my game…

We may not be having a whole heck of a lot of sex right now, although if he had his way and wasn’t a such a slave to a good sleep, we’d be having it multiple times a day. And I honestly have no idea what has caused the sudden change and he likes to theorize that maybe we switched statistical genders – where his sex drive is peaking in his late 20’s/early 30’s and my sex drive is dwindling off, as if I was a teenage boy in heat back in the high sex drive years.

In terms of my sex drive, I’m not really sure what’s caused the extreme shift for me. It’s been a really slow and gradual process for me. I remember one night being incredibly aroused during masturbation. Then, I remember that the next night I masturbated not because I had any desire to do so, but because I felt like it would help me sleep. Ever since that night, it’s been a little touch and go.

For the most part, it’s not affecting me much at all. I had one night of issues during sex of not being able to keep myself lubricated. I just was not turned on enough to stay wet and nothing either of us was doing seemed to be helping. It didn’t mean that we stopped or anything and the sex was still great sex and he didn’t really seem to notice a big difference, but I found it to be most unusual. I just chalked it up to lack of fluids or exhaustion and basically ignored it. I had a few more nights of masturbating to put myself to sleep, with hardly any “sexual thoughts” and now it’s been more days than I’ve gone in quite awhile without an orgasm.

And somehow, I’m not craving it…

To be honest, it’s quite disorienting. I haven’t gotten to the point where I’m worried about it, because I’m still able to have sex and orgasm and feel sexual pleasure, but it feels weird to not be in a state of constant arousal and it feels weird to have no real sexual thoughts throughout the day. It feels abnormal for me to have to work so hard to get aroused and stay that way. It doesn’t feel precisely right.

And it especially hits me, how absolutely weird it is, when The Boyfriend starts going off about his sexual thoughts. It’s like I have to hear him say it twice to believe that it’s actually coming out of his mouth. That not only is he having these thoughts but that he’s also openly expressing them frequently. And I didn’t even mention his almost constant half-chubs that he’s walking around with all day! You’d think that I’d be getting turned on by all the sensual passion floating around here lately. Typically, this would make me a wet mess! But it’s just not working out that way.

The concept of role reversal has always been a big interest of mine in the kink-sense. Power exchange has been on my list of things to do since day one! But this is absolutely not the type of role reversal I was looking for at all! Maybe I’ll end up appreciating it or learning something from it at some point.

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No Expectations = Good

It was such an odd night last night. The Boyfriend was on his night off from work, we had gotten rid of two out of four of the kids (and all of the ones that hate how loud we can get), and all of this seemed to over-excite him. Normally, his desire makes me desire, but I just wasn’t feeling it at all last night – although I wasn’t about to turn him down.

I was completely weirded out by my lack of interest. Usually, he runs the tip of that one finger up my inner thigh and I’m shivering in anticipation. Last night, I really could’ve taken or left it. So, when he undid his belt and whipped off his pants as I was lounging on the couch, I was not even close to ready for penetration. When he roughly entered my less lubricated nether region, I clawed at him and gasped. Naturally, I became wetter and wetter, but my head still wasn’t in it. I was just going through the actions.

Wasn’t Expecting That!

He came quicker than I was expecting. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to cum at all, but he did. He was gentle and sweet as he helped clean me up and got me back into comfiness on the couch. Then we both went back to doing our things, me on my computer and him on his games. We ended up staying up a good two hours later than we were expecting to and I was sure that he would pass out the moment his head hit the pillow.

Again, my brain just wasn’t in the game. He was not ready for sleep but was immediately ready for his round two. He rolled me onto my side and began quickly pounding me and I gripped at the sheets, begging my pussy to just get wet. He rolled me onto my back and flung my legs up around his shoulders and the deepness of him sent my hands to his hair where I pulled hard until his head was all the way back. “Let me up!“, I winced and he hastily rose off me.

I went and got a drink, went to the bathroom and checked to make sure there were no reasons why I wasn’t getting as lubricated as I normally do. All was good, so I went back upstairs worrying about my level of desire. I laid down next to The Boyfriend, even though he was anticipating being mounted, and he rolled to caress my legs. He asked, his voice soft and smooth, “Do you wanna roll onto your stomach?” and I nodded and rolled as he worked himself behind me.

Didn’t Expect That!

My fingers went to work on my clit, and I lazily wriggled my hands between my legs. Even though I didn’t feel it, he whispered into my ear, “You’re so wet!“. He slid out of me precisely a moment later and as he thrust forward my hand was smothered in the slick liquid. Just as easily as he had slid out, he slid back in and I sighed audibly with relief, my fingers now working with more effort towards their goal.

His hands suddenly felt so rough on my back and ass, moving back and forth in various configurations, pushing down here and there. I buried my face in my pillow as he grabbed one ass cheek hard on with one hand and my opposite shoulder blade with the other hand, half pulling me back, half pushing me down – the fabric barely muffling the moans as they escaped with each thrust. He kept trying to kiss my neck or my cheeks, but my hair kept getting in the way, or I’d move just as his lips got near.

Both hands gripped at my ass and as he pulled, his cock slid out between my cheeks. I thought for sure he was going to try for anal, especially being there was now an abundance of natural lubrication. Instead, he pushed my cheeks together and sensually ran himself between them and I quivered and cooed beneath him. When he pulled my cheeks apart again, he slid right back into my waiting pussy and held my flesh tightly between his clenched fists.

Kinda Expected That…

A few thrusts later, I pushed back onto him roughly as my orgasm rippled through my chest and as it reached my ribs, he thrust hard and deep and unloaded himself, the shockwaves lashing through him until he collapsed onto my back, breathing heavy with exhaustion. My orgasm had stopped at his first shot and felt tight in my whole abdomen. All I could think about was releasing that feeling.

I began to roll and he rolled off of me and I immediately went to work on my clit. He half dozed off/half caressed my inner thighs or sporadically tweaked my nipple, and eventually I turned my head away and closed my eyes doing everything I could to tune everything else, save for the sensations circling my clit, out. I struggled and I remember wanting to give up as a cramp nestled into my masturbating arm and my boob kept sticking to the sweat on my non-masturbating arm. But the feeling in my gut kept me going and going and going.

I felt it coming for what felt like forever and The Boyfriend must’ve too, because he seemed to completely wake up and his hands gently ran up and down my legs, tugging every so often. The tip of his finger slid across that area where thigh meets vulva, and my whole body froze for a second before quaking through an orgasm that left my whole body tight. I collapsed back from the almost ball-like state I had convulsed into and panted through the remaining twitches, suddenly realizing how utterly exhausted I felt.

Lesson Learnt: No Expectations = Good

He curled up nice and tight next to me, keeping me as warm as he could with his arms on my breasts. I put my cold toes against his calves and it was mere moments before we were both dead to the world asleep. It was a much shorter sleep than we were expecting to get, by a lot, but it was a really deep sleep and we were both surprised at how well we’ve functioned today. He’s already talking about more sex tonight and what he has in store for me – even his humor is dirtier than usual. At least my brain’s a little more in the game tonight 😉

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Longing for His Touch

Longing for His Touch by Valerie Rayne
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Longing for his touch all day
His hand in my hair, on my face, down my leg
My heart is a-quiver, my head is in my pain
Waiting for his touch all day

Longing for his touch so long
His fingers always knowing, never wrong
My whole body drenched in desire so strong
Waiting for his touch so long

Longing for his touch right here
His lips on my skin, so close, so near
Traversing my neck, jaw and lobe of the ear
Waiting for his touch right here

Longing for his touch on me
My flesh against him and his against me
Feeling each other, tandem heart beats
Waiting for his touch on me

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Seven Years of #Sexperiences

One of the many wonderful things about being a blog-a-holic is that I can take a walk down memory lane any time I want. I can go through the years of my life and read about them as an outsider to the experience. I can remember the details vividly because I described them vividly and I can relive the best and worst parts of my life. Obviously, I really like the bests!

I didn’t always write about my sex life. For a long time, I felt like I needed to keep it separate from all the other parts of my myself. But over a short period of time, I realized that so much of myself is my sex and my sex life. I quickly went from writing only about my life experiences, to also writing about my sex experiences – which I like to call my sexperiences.

The Boyfriend and I celebrated our seven year anniversary back in July. In that seven years, I have had four different blogs (that’s including this one) that have shared some of our most memorable sexperiences. Today, I wanted to take a walk down memory lane with you and share some of my favorites from the previous three.!

From The Rantings of a Tortured Mind – XXX Edition (2010)

The Boyfriend and I had been dating for quite awhile already when I officially got back to blogging after my breakup with Alfie. I started blogging about The Boyfriend and I’s sexperiences in 2010 when I began writing The Rantings of a Tortured Mind – XXX Edition. These were some of our most experimental years, when kink was something that we were actively exploring.

  • Orgasms and Floggers

    March 2010

    “It was obvious that he wasn’t as comfortable with the legs as he was with my ass, as he very gently hit my legs. He moved back to my ass and began doing a figure eight again, this time much harder and much faster. The harder and faster he went, the harder and faster I played with myself. Until finally, after probably close to half an hour of flogging, my muscles all contracted, my back arched and I experienced an incredible orgasm.”

     

  • From His Lips

    May 2010

    “I don’t want to start this post with “Last night…”, but I can’t seem to find any other way that seems appropriate for what I’m about to go into. So, last night… What was that movie from the 90’s with Kirsten Dunst? Crazy Beautiful, was it? That was what my experience was last night.”

  • YAY for Orgasms

    June 2010

    “Somehow, for the first time in a seriously long time, The Boyfriend and I managed to get away with having sex twice yesterday. Once in the early evening, when all the kids were down in their rooms and again late at night. And for the first time ever, I orgasmed three times!!!”

From Valerie Rayne Rants (2010 – 2013)

This blog was written during a very difficult time in The Boyfriend and I’s sex life. I was desperately wanting kink and he was drifting further and further away from kink. Many of the posts during these years are filled with frustration and questioning, complaining and confusion. But the sex was still mind-boggling, my favorite word to describe our sex during this time.

  • Sexy Dancing and Hopeful Conversations and The Last Post Continued

    July 2012

    “Imagine my absolute delight when he said all this. I told him that what he just described incorporates so much of what I want. Rewards for good (sexual) deeds, anal training and impact play. And all I have to do is have anal every once and awhile. Sounds like a good freaking deal to me!”

    “I needed to be able to focus on the sex and in that moment all I could think was, “Did he really just call me a dirty whore?!?!?”. I was in ecstasy, but still not cumming. I asked if I could roll over while he fucked me from behind and he responded, “Only if you’re going to be a good girl and cum on my cock” to which I promised that I would try.”

  • Woo! That Was Good 😉

    October 2012

    “I was too close to the edge of orgasm for that to be it for me, so I just kept playing until I eventually came. My muscles have never felt so on fire after a sex session of any kind. I felt like they were ripping in my abs and tearing in my arms. We fell asleep and I was pleased with the fact that I had had two orgasms and he had had none.”

  • We Were Primal

    December 2012″

    By this point, every one of our inhibitions had completely disappeared. We were primal. I half-moaned, half-growled at him, “I want you to break my pussy with your huge cock!”. This whole concept, his huge cock and breaking my pussy, really got to us both and you could tell by the change in our demeanor.”

  • Caressing and Words

    January 2013

    “I don’t know what it is about talking during sex that I find so insanely sexy. I am currently under the opinion that he could say anything to me during sex, even something entirely unrelated and un-sexy, and it would still make me go wild!”

From The Rantings of a Tortured Mind – Valerie Rayne Rants (2014 – 2015)

After years of coming from a place of frustration, I finally let go of what I wanted and felt like I needed. Although I’m still a total wannabe kinkster, I think about it less and bring it up less. Instead, it often happens when I least expect it and we seem to hone our sexual communication skills and it shows in this blog.

  • Your Safeword is Bananas

    December 2014

    “He turns so that he can see the clock and he’s watching the minutes tick by as he continues to thrust. I’m still trying to figure out exactly what he’s got planned, when he suddenly pulls back and roughly turns me over. His hand pushes down on my upper back and he says firmly, “Your safeword is bananas”, and I melted beneath him.”

  • I Fought and He Fought Back

    February 2015

    “He bounced my legs up until my thighs were resting on his arms and grabbed my arms and pinned them down to the bed as he thrust himself so deep into me that I immediately began fighting against him. But he just re-positioned his grip and slammed into me again. I kicked out my legs, I thrashed my arms, I pushed against him as hard as I could and while I succeeded in pushing him back, he was quickly back on top of me, holding down my arms and kissing me as hard as he could. I fought and he fought back.”

  • We Sexted!!!

    April 2015

    “I love how, even after seven years of being together, The Boyfriend can still leave my mouth gaping in shock. I love how, even after a thousand and one sexual encounters, we can still have ones that just absolutely blows my mind.”

  • Restrained and Released

    May 2015

    “Almost immediately, he was putting the restraints to use. He laid me on my back and roughly grabbed my left leg, yanking it up above my head and securing the velcro on the first strap. Then, he gently lifted my right leg and kissed my ankles as he strapped the next restraint onto me. I told him that he could tighten it by pulling “this” strap, I signaled with my chin. He smiled and pulled on the straps, my feet now touching the wall behind my head.”

There you have it, some of my favorite sexperiences that I’ve captured during The Boyfriend and I’s time together. As he said to me the morning of our anniversary, “Here’s to an amazing seven years. I can’t wait for the next seven!”, and neither can I. It’s been mind-boggling 😉

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TO DO: Re-Launch The Erotic Writers Group

As you probably read somewhere around here, I am the founder of The Erotic Writers Group. This has always been a Google+ community for #EroticWriters and #EroticReaders (our official hashtags) that allows them to connect, share, learn and inspire.

The Erotic Writers Group has gone through various stages, as all of my blogging adventures have. Originally, it was going to be a members-only group on a now defunct adult writers website. Then, Google+ came along and was the perfect platform for it and we’ve been there ever since. We’ve also ventured off and had our blog, Challenge Central and a ton of other offerings over the years.

However, a few months back, we stepped back and let the group just kind of run itself. Stopped all of our “stuff” and took a break from the hustle and bustle of it all. It’s a necessary mistake sometimes. That being said, the work has not stopped! Over the past few months, I’ve been hard at it to think of what I really want for the future of The Erotic Writers Group, what our members have said that they want and we’re starting to build a really nice foundation.

There’s still lots to be done though!

  1. Look for Help

    This one sounds so darn easy, doesn’t it? For some reason, it’s always the hardest part of it for me. Right now, I need help with everything, so narrowing it down isn’t easy.

  2. Finish the Website

    You’re hearing it here first (so, shhh!!!), but the website has been set up. I’ve worked really hard to get everything just perfect and now it’s time to start adding all the content.

  3. Run Some Tests

    Again, this is going to involve asking for help, so not easy. However, the site will need to be tested once all the content is added so that we can fix anything that isn’t working.

  4. Figure Out Exactly What We’re Offering

    I’ve got ideas… Lots and lots and too many ideas! I want to offer everything and anything that a writer or reader might need. Alas, that isn’t wise nor is it possible…

  5. Figure Out How We’re Monetizing

    The reality is: the group deserves to have a source of income – especially when she’s in full-blown active mode. There are so many options here and I just can’t decide on the right one for me/us.

  6. Get Back to Social

    Although I have been participating as a member of the group, I haven’t touched the official group social accounts in months. That includes Google+, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, YouTube, etc.

  7. Get the Anthology Going Again

    It’s always been a goal of the group to release a group anthology. We have a lot of really talented writers and tons of interested readers, now all we need is the right people to bring the idea together.

  8. Tell the World About Us!

    I want to do a real website launch for The Erotic Writers Group. I want it to be a big deal for our members and I want it to expose us to new writers and readers. Again, tons of ideas lying in wait.

Of course, there are tons of other things that need to be done. I mean, I’ve only scratched the very surface of the to-do list and basically summed up a ton of things that really require a great deal of baby steps. It’s not going to be easy, but it will be worth it once it’s done.

The Rantings - For Adults 18+

The Elusive Third

For probably the first time in our relationship, The Boyfriend’s sex drive is way more active than mine is being, and it has been one of the most pleasant twists. Over the last two weeks, the sex has been incredible.

I’m working on a post about the holiday sex, but today, I want to talk about last night’s sex – because it was mind-blowing! I cannot get over the fact that seven years into it and we’re still finding new things to discover and explore. I think every time we have another first, we fall in love just a little bit more.

He had spent the entire day focused on sex it seemed. I mean, he went about doing a lot of other things but every once and awhile, he’d say something or just look over in a certain way, and you knew that he was thinking of nothing else but what he was going to get to do that evening. Once the kids were all in their rooms, it became a lot less subtle as fingers roamed freely every time a new idea popped into his head.

He was in a very instructive mood, even before the sex began. He grabbed out a dress and stated, “You’ll be wearing this after you get out of your bath!“, and a huge grin swept it’s way across my face. So, I went for a nice long bath and tried to read, but he kept coming up and distracting me with stolen kisses and rough fingers in wet places.

I sat on the couch after the bath, red from the heat and slightly draped by a towel, moisturizing my legs. Even though he was in the middle of video gaming, he couldn’t help but suddenly be completely drawn into the legs – he has a thing for them. Abruptly, he dives between my legs and begins some of the best oral sex I’ve ever been given. Hands all over my thighs, still slick with the moisturizer and tongue and lips working in the most incredible rhythm that had my hands vigorously latched onto the curls of his hair.

He’d walk away and go back to games, leaving me panting on the couch. I’d calm down and go back to moisturizing the next part of my body, and he’d suddenly dive back between my legs and this went on for a good hour. He had come and sat down next to me, and his hands were everywhere as he kissed me deeply. When they finally reached my clit, it seemed like mere moments before I was whispering, “If you keep that up, you’re going to make me cum!” and he smiled back, “Good!“. As soon as he said the first consonant, my body tightened and he pulled me in for a tight hug and long kiss as the waves of my first orgasm crashed over me. “That’s the first!“, he said.

We had agreed we weren’t ready for more sex yet. It was still too early. So, we decided to put on a movie. The idea was to watch it just long enough until we headed upstairs, but My Awkward Sexual Adventure on Netflix ended up being a pretty great movie, so we watched it dedicatedly, with only a few little rubs and grabs here and there.

The second the credits finished rolling, we rushed to get upstairs. I had laid on my stomach before he got into the room and something about this was the best idea ever. He enjoyed that my dress appeared to be see-through (which would make sense, since it’s a really old dress), and crawled on top of me and rubbed my back and ass through the fabric. I had remembered that the last time I wore the dress, I had found a couple unfortunately placed holes, so I was planning on throwing it out. I told The Boyfriend about the holes, and his excitement level went from almost nothing to thrilled!

Immediately he began searching for any holes he could find, planning how he might begin ripping me out of this dress. When he reached his fingers inside the first tiny hole and began to tear, we both gasped taking pleasure in the sound of it. His hand reached inside the hole and his hands, one on my skin and one on my fabric, made me shiver in delight. He ripped another hole and then another hole. His cock was so hard as he slid into one of the holes and directly between my legs, where I was much wetter than I thought I would be.

He teased as he gently kissed my shoulders, his hands exploring my sides and reaching around to feel the curve of the underside of my breast. He whispered in my ear as he laid soft kisses on the lobe, “From right now, you’re going to do everything that I say, okay?” and I cheekily replied, “Yes, Sir!” and we both grinned wildly. He lifted off of me and began ripping the dress more. He pulled hard until the three holes he had previously made larger became one large hole. He admired his work for a moment before continuing on and ripping the dress all the way around to the front, turning my ankle-length tank-top dress into a butt-length smock.

He flipped me over onto my back to remove the bottom part of the torn dress, and carelessly penetrated me as he continued ripping up the bottom into smaller pieces. After he had a few pieces ripped off, he told me to sit up and moved away from me. I sat cross-legged and he moved behind me. Without a word, he placed a piece of the ripped dress over my eyes and tied it tightly behind my head. He breathed into my ear, “Are you okay?” and I said, “Yes“. “Good! Well then, get on your hands and knees!” and I asked, “Facing which way?” and he said, “Window” and I shakily moved to the right spot.

He let out the slightest moan and I smiled. He grabbed my feet and put them together and then grabbed another piece of the dress and tightened my ankles together. I could feel him moving closer to me, could feel the heat of him, but when his lips took in my dangling nipples – well, I hadn’t expected that at all. I jumped away from him and feeling suddenly disoriented, “Did you turn the lights off?“. “Nope, you okay?“, he asked concerned, as his hands continued touching me in ways that I felt unable to anticipate.

He grabbed my arms and lifted them up behind me and playfully pushed my head into the pillow. He wrapped another piece of dress around my wrists and tied them together. I could feel him stand back and admire his work, his innovation, and when his fingers easily slid into my wetness, he knew I was more than ready to feel him. He mounted me fast and rough and hard, and I felt like my whole body was going to topple over. I didn’t feel connected to my limbs and when he’d run the tips of his fingers across them, I’d giggle at the strangeness of it.

He pulled out of me and pulled me up by the rags around my wrists, until I was kneeling. I sat waiting and he ripped the front of my dress, exposing one breast. He roughly grabbed them and kissed them before guiding my mouth to his cock. We awkwardly managed this, as I was still wearing the blindfold and kept flinching every time he’d get close. I’d feel something near my cheek and pull back and he’d pull me closer and wordlessly direct me to the right spot.

He undid the tie around my ankles, laid down on the bed and ordered, “Now, get on top of me!” and I literally laughed out loud because I was suddenly aware of how difficult it was to move around when I couldn’t see anything or use my hands. He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”, and he wrapped one arm around me and used the other to help me lift my leg high enough to get over him without accidentally kneeing him anywhere special.

It took me a bit to acquaint myself with our positioning. He used his hands and his strength to put me exactly as he wanted me, and his pleasure was audible when we got to the point of penetration. He grabbed my phone and tried to snap pictures, but the real thing was too good for him, and after three blurry pictures, he threw the phone down and one hand went between my legs and the other grabbed frantically at my exposed and unexposed breasts.

He reached around behind me and undid the tied up dress pieces from my wrists and from around my eyes and I fell into his waiting arms to receive an incredibly passionate kiss. He held me tightly and ran his hands over my hair to brush it out of my face and inquired confidently, “You okay?” and I nodded, feeling all sorts of floaty.

He rolled me onto my back and quickly penetrated me, both of us more than ready for my second orgasm. My hands went to work on my clit as he hit this new spot that we’ve just discovered that always feels epic for me. My right hand circled my clit and my left hand went between his chest and his ass, gripping and clawing the former and gently following the curve of the latter.

He watched me grinning, as the second orgasm rippled over me. I bucked right off of him and then quickly pushed him back in and convulsed as he gently rocked his hips. I shuddered at the final pulse of my pussy and he moaned, “That’s two!“. I snuggled into his forearms, placed beside my head, and kissed the veins pulsing in them. “Ready for the next one?“, he asked and I nodded, going straight back to circling my clit as he ripped open the rest of the front of my dress.

The third orgasm would just not come. He kept on, even though sweat was literally wicking off his back and chest and burning his eyes. He kept on, even though we both had to stop long enough to pick strands of my hair off of our fingers and arms and legs. He kept on for so long and I finally heaved, “I need you to cum!” and his eyes lit up. He had been so concerned about my pleasure up to this point and my orgasms, that I don’t think it had even occurred to him to orgasm. He was going to last, no matter what!

“Please Daddy, fill me up“, I whispered as I ran my hands up through his hair, pulling just gently, “Cum for me!“, I encouraged and he thrust harder and faster, the sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest, the heat of him and our stubborn orgasms, making my arms and shins sweat. “It’s…“, he panted and I pulled him close, “I know“, and he collapsed over me, kissing my cheek before asking, “You ready?“. I nodded and he rolled exhausted into his spot.

I continued to work towards my third orgasm as we came down from the experience, talking about the best moments. Normally, this not a sexy conversation, it’s more analytical. But he was working on helping me orgasm, so he made it a sexier conversation full of compliments. “I loved how you had such a hard time moving with the blindfold on! You needed me so much. And your neck looked so good all tight and glistening with sweat.” and I smiled shyly. His hands caressed my thigh as I frantically worked on my clit, the orgasm seemingly escaping me.

I was ready to give up. My arms were soaked in sweat, my whole vulvular area felt swollen and well-used. I didn’t think it was going to happen. He grabbed my leg just right at exactly the right moment and the third orgasm, the elusive one, was the most intense of the night. I’m normally a toe-up type of girl, where the orgasm starts in the toes and radiates up from there. This time, it started in my jaw. I clenched tightly, as it dragged it’s way down my body. My stomach tightened and then my legs pushed hard into the mattress as my toes bent around the blankets. A monotonous clenched moan droned from between my lips and The Boyfriend wrapped his arm around me, consuming me in a hug, as I violently shook and clenched frantically beneath him.

He kissed my cheek and we separated, the sweat now sticky and gross, not sexy and fun. He opened the window wide and I turned on the fan, both of us ready for the night to be done. He was beyond exhausted and I had been thoroughly used. I kissed him hard, “Oh, I really do love you so much!” and he muttered, half asleep, “I really do love you too…” and after a few moments, as his eyes could no longer stay open, “…so much“.

I swear, I went to sleep grinning like a fool!

The Writing - For Adults 18+

Familiar

Of all the hours that make up a day, the two hours that made up her commute home were by far the most tedious. Every day, she tried to feel optimistic about the weather, the traffic, the music in the car, anything – and every day she’d fail miserably as she’d tap on the steering wheel irritated, shaking her leg vigorously and staring aggressively at anyone who looked her way.

The final minutes of her drive always seemed like the longest. The light on the block before her street always seemed to be red and the streets bustled endlessly with what felt like the entire city to her exhausted mind. She’d try to distract herself by watching the people walking past her vehicle, but somehow this always seemed to irritate her more and she’d throw up her hands as she pressed on the brakes, cursing into the wind about her perceived misfortune.

Pulling into the driveway was always met with an audible sigh of relief. She’d pull her key out of the ignition and slump back against her seat, taking a long deep breath before grabbing her briefcase and opening the door. Her legs shook as she’d come to standing and she’d slam the door behind her with the heel of her shoe.

Her keys would slide into the lock of her front door with ease and the familiar click of them turning into place was enough to bring a smile to her face. She’d push open the door and he’d be on bended knee waiting to take her briefcase. She’d plop it down in his waiting arms and give him a kiss on the forehead, before retreating to her bedroom.

The bedroom door was always left slightly ajar, and he would kneel patiently outside it waiting for her to de-compress. First, she’d pull off her earrings and carelessly toss them in her jewelry dish. Her watch and necklace came next and then the buttons of her shirt. Sometimes she’d leave her shirt on and sometimes she’d take it off. She’d sit on the edge of her bed.

I want you“, she’d whispered.

He’d crawl into the room, his head down and his eyes fixated on the floor before him. He’d kneel in front of her and she’d curl her finger under his chin, lifting his eyes to meet hers.

Have you been a good boy today?“, she’d ask him sweetly and he’d nod his head vigorously, “Good. Now get these shoes off of me!“, she’d command uninterested.

Eagerly and without fumbling, he would slide the heel off her foot and gently massage her toes. He’d move his hands up her legs massaging the smooth muscles of her calves and clawing at the skin of her thighs. He’d unhook her garter strap from the top of her stockings and gently roll them off her leg, delighting in the revealing of her flesh.

If she wanted him to go further, she’d pull up her skirt ever so slightly, inviting him to explore her more fully. If she wanted him to wait, she’d rise and proceed to her mirror to brush out her long hair, which had spent the entire day at the office wrapped in a tight bun. He’d move to kneel beside her and wait for her next instruction.

I think I need a drink“, she would comment, as if to no one, and he would scurry out of the room on his hands and knees. After the door was closed slightly behind him, he’d rise to his feet and continue to the kitchen to prepare her a glass of red wine, which he had already decanted in preparation of her arrival. She’d still be in her chair at her mirror when he’d arrive.

He’d walk over to her, his eyes focused on the goblet of liquid. Kneeling down before her, he’d raise the glass up to her and she’d pat him on the head after receiving it. “Thank you darling. Now, please be a dear and prepare yourself for me.“, her voice dripping with honey, “And don’t bother asking me all these stupid questions. I deal with that all day, I don’t need it from you too!“, snapping at him suddenly.

Crawling on his hands and knees again, he’d exit the room and rise as he proceeded to the basement, where they had a small collection of equipment and devices that would cause the most pleasurable of pain and excite the dullest of sensations. While the collection was small, the possibilities were endless.

He’d climb up onto the converted massage table. One of his first projects as her pet was to build this table and she was very specific about how it should be built. Like a regular massage table, it would have a small opening for the face. Unlike a regular massage table, it would also have a small rectangular opening near the nipple area and a larger round opening in the genital area. The table was built on a base and had extendable legs, so that she could raise and lower him to her needs.

He grew in size the moment he heard her heel hit the first step. The familiar clunk of her stiletto on the stair caused his muscles to ripple involuntarily. He’d count her steps every time and by the thirteenth stair he was clawing at the soft leather covering the table. Fourteen and fifteen and he’d turn his head to see her come towards him.

She’d pick up her favorite crop, a solid and sturdy piece she had gotten as a birthday present. It’s black leather was slightly worn and it warmed quickly upon use. She’d trace the curves of his body with the edge of the crop, starting at his feet, which always made him squirm and working her way up over his muscular calves, his shapely thighs and lightly over the downy hair on his rear.

She’d start with gentle smacks on his backside, just barely lifting the crop off his skin. He’d lay silently watching her every move out of the corner of his eye, reveling in the calm that seemed to surround her. She’d rub her hand down his back and over his firm ass, rubbing him softly before bringing her hand down swiftly on his cheeks. He’d squirm slightly as she lifted her hand away.

She’d return to the crop, this time harder and faster. She’d bring the crop down upon him with more force and her blows were successive. An even number of hits was placed on each side and after a couple really hard ones, he was nicely reddened. She’d rub her hands over the forming welts and kiss his flesh feeling the warmth of him against her lips. She could almost never resist allowing a hand to wander to his stiff cock hanging beneath the table and he always cooed at the touch of her.

She’d walk away and he’d watch her intently. Sometimes they would have casual conversations about their days and sometimes they said nothing at all. Sometimes she spoke to him nastily, striking him down with harsh words and other times, she’d banter with him playfully, flirtatiously. He’d been with her long enough to know what was coming for him next based on the tone of her voice. If she was happy, she’d want pleasuring. But if she was unhappy, she’d want to make him unhappy too.

Did you get all your work done today?“, she’d say, her eyebrow arching in anticipation. “Yes!“, he’d respond loudly, ensuring that she’d hear him. “Oh really? All of it?“, she’d push, hoping to catch him in some sort of way to warrant a punishment, but he’d always respond, “Yes, all of it.”. And even the times she would check on his work, it would always be done to her exact specifications. He really was such a good boy.

She’d signal with her hand for him to turn onto his back and eagerly, he’d obey. Pulling his swollen member from the hole it had been situated in and rolling to allow it to spring forth, she could never help the smile in her eyes at the first sight of his beautiful cock, glistening to with his arousal.

She’d place her hands in his hair and lean over him for a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other fully. Her hands traveled down his neck and when she reached the soft padding of his chest, she extended her fingers and dug her nails into his supple flesh. He’d moan slightly as she’d being to tug down his body, his body tightening from chest to stomach and over his hips and thighs.

She’d pull a strap from the bottom of the table and wrap it over his ankles, buckling it tight to the other side of the table. She’d tickle his feet and giggle as he tried to kick and continue on to the next strap just below his knees. She’d rub her hands up his thighs as she reached for the next strap, pulling it taut to the table. Another strap was added across his chest and one across his midsection holding his arms close to his body.

Now, lay very still darling.“, she’d coo as she removed her heels and any other clothes she was wearing that day. His eyes followed her every move and his breath quickened every time she came near him. His fingers stretched out to her involuntarily and he’d groan softly as his cock throbbed.

She’d crawl on top of him, the table having just enough room for her feet to rest comfortably beside his body. She’d squat down onto him, lowering herself slowly and carefully. Her knees would be bent right up to her chest as she reached the pinnacle of deepness and her head always tilted back. He’d wiggle slightly, his hips desperately wanting to thrust into her, and she’d squeeze his nipples hard to remind him not to move.

Harder she’d bob up and down on his member, delighting in the sensation of him deep within her. Her hands would move behind her and rest on his thighs, and she’d open up her entire body for his viewing pleasure – her breasts bouncing freely and her pussy dripping with wetness. He’d gasp at the sight of her, his eyes roaming every inch of available skin.

Oh my… yes… Such a good boy!“, she’d mutter through her clenched jaw. Her muscles would clench and twitch, and her hands would jump to his chest. She’d take him harder and faster, the feeling of her making him pulsate vigorously. “Now!“, she’d snarl at him, the familiar tone of the end of her orgasm and he would close his eyes tight concentrating on the sensations surrounding his hardened cock. Pulling against the straps on his thighs, his hips desperately craving the experience of thrusting, his forehead covered in sweat, he’d erupt into an orgasm that would leave his body heaving beneath the sturdy leather straps.

She’d undo the strap around his chest and gently lay kisses on his forehead, his neck and his upper arms. “You have been so good to me.“, she’d whisper quietly, as she undid the strap about his midsection. He’d exhale heavily as each strap was released. She’d finish the same way she started, with a soft tickle of his toes and they’d giggle with each other, as he’d playfully kick his feet.

The List - For Adults 18+

TO DO: Sexual Enhancement Routines

I’ve always looked at sex as something so much more than sex – almost as if it’s a way to achieve some sort of  enlightenment, the ultimate nirvana. I use these particular words, because I have no other to explain the way that I feel about the act and art of having sex.

Like any other act that requires a great deal of mastery, I think that sex is like a marathon you train for. Yes, we are all naturally able to have great sex and we don’t need to work at it – just like we’re all able to throw a punch and hit our target. But if you train your muscles and your mind, your fists can endure stacks of bricks. In the same way, your sex can go from great to nirvana.

Now, I’m not saying that I have the answers to enlightenment. I really don’t and I don’t think anyone does. However, there are a few things that I’ve always wanted to do to improve myself as a partner in a relationship, a lover in (and out) of the bedroom and as a sexual being.

Orgasm Daily

Orgasms have a wide array of health benefits which have been proven over and over again by science. Everything from lowering cholesterol to decreasing your chances of becoming depressed. And, they feel damn good!

Plus, after completing all the other stuff on this list, I’d probably have to orgasm just so that I wouldn’t spend the day in a state of arousal…

Do 100 Kegels a Day

Kegel exercises involve tightening the pelvic floor muscles and decrease the likelihood of incontinence as we age, among a number of other benefits, including a more controlled orgasm. Kegels are easy to do and can be done anywhere and I really do love to do them!

I’d like to aim to do 100 of them, in intervals of 10 or 20 at a time. Wake up, do my kegels, check. Eat, do my kegels, check. Do the dishes, do my kegels, check. Write a blog post, do my kegels, check. You get the point 😉

Sexercise

As I get older (and lazier…), my body just doesn’t move in the way it used to. I mean, I can still get into all the crazy positions and he flops me about like a ragdoll, but it just doesn’t move the same way it used it. Sometimes, it gets sore or my hip locks up mid-pounding or I get a cramp in my leg at the worst possible moment.

Stretches and yoga-esque moves seem to be the best options here. The core strength is necessary for maintaining my balance and the flexibility will help when he decides to throw my legs above my head!

Wear Ben-Wa Balls or Alternatives

In the same vein as the Kegels, I’d like to wear ben-wa balls or some other alternative like the Lelo Luna Beads (both of which I’ve owned in the past). I’d like to wear these separate from the 100 Kegels and I’d like for this time to be a very meditative time, where I’m more focused more on the sensations of the experience.

Kegels can be done rather mindlessly. I’d like to wear ben-wa balls mindfully.

Self-Exam Sessions

Prior to the hustle and bustle of kids, it was common for a quick breast exam or a mirror inspection of my vulvular area. I was also regularly visiting my physician. These things happen far less often (really… never…) and I’d really like to go back to the days of knowing my girlie parts like the back of my hand.

Once a month breast fondling and mirror time is not only a great way to ensure my bits are as healthy as they should be but also wonderful for reassuring me of the beauty of my vagina and breasts 😉

Luckily, every single thing on this list, save for the ben-wa balls, is 100% free and accessible for me – for anyone really, so checking these ones off The List shouldn’t be too hard. It’s just a matter of reminding myself to do them and get them done!

What are some other routines that you could employ to enhance your sex life? Leave your thoughts in the comments below!

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The Writing - For Adults 18+

Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Big Spoon, Little Spoon


Hands upon my thighs
Tingles up the spine

Fingers trace my skin
Alighting fires within

Rounding up my rear
Feels so close, so near

Curve along my side
Shivers deep inside

Hand about my hip
Fingers digging in

Bodies sharing heat
Erratic heartbeats

Nails down my arm
A certain kind of charm

Palms against palms
In a moment, calm

Wrapped up in love
That’s what dreams are made of


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