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Truly Living – My FetLife Poem

Today, I updated my FetLife profile because for the first time in over a year, The Boyfriend and I had pictures to add (post to come about that later tonight because I have stuff to do right now…)! So, I didn’t want to add them to a basically abandoned profile.

While I was updating, I came across this poem that I had written about a year ago and felt like I wanted to share it here – for all of the people who can’t see my FetLife profile.

His hand wrapped around my throat, and I felt safe.
His fingers pressed into me, my breath suspended.
He watched me closely, waiting for the signal.
I tapped out and he stroked my hair.
I gasped and felt truly alive.

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What I Learnt From A Month of Orgasms

It’s always been #FucketListed for me to orgasm everyday for an entire month.

I mean, sure, I’d love to do it everyday for the rest of my life, but I was trying to be realistic. However, I never really thought I would do it but then I realized a couple days ago that I’m 3 weeks into orgasming everyday at least once a day and figured I should just hold out for 7 more days and then I can un-#FucketListed this!

Sometimes, I had an orgasm during sex and sometimes I had an orgasm from masturbation. Almost always I came from manual (hands/fingers) stimulation of my clit – except for the odd oral orgasm. Sometimes, The Boyfriend was there, actively participating or falling asleep and sometimes, he was at work and I was alone. Every single time was in my bed.

So, what I have learnt about myself, my body and my sexuality over this month-long sexperiment?

  1. The More I Masturbate, The Longer It Takes

    Week 1, I would spend typically 15 – 20 minutes to get to The Big O – unless The Boyfriend was lying next to me sleeping, in which case, it would normally take longer. This last week (so Week 3/4), I haven’t had a single night take me less than 45 minutes

  2. My Mind Runs Wild

    When it comes to sex, The Boyfriend and I typically tend to do the same things over and over again. Not like we have gotten into some rut, but because we both know what we like and we like to do the things that we enjoy. So, we do them!

    But during this month of orgasming daily, my mind has been going wild with all sorts of interesting things. Some nights, I like to stick to fantasizing about what we actually do. But other nights, my mind dips into fantasies I didn’t even know that I had and I’m always surprised at how it keeps coming up with all new things.

    I’ve never had so many sexual fantasies on my brain all the time!

  3. Orgasms Feel Really Good

    After a long and stressful day of cooking and cleaning and dealing with the kids and a baby, nothing feels better than crawling into bed and reaching my hands down my pants. And even though getting to the orgasm can sometimes feel like an unbearable amount of work and I sweat more during the mission than at any other time, that release is the best feeling ever!

    When my muscles all contract and things pulse. I just feel so good. And sleep comes so quickly after working towards my goal for 45 minutes and then achieving it. So much peace!!

  4. Periods Suck!!!

    So, orgasming for 3 weeks… That shit was easy! Week 4 is going to be a challenge. And I never considered this prior to experiencing it, but I forgot entirely that every month, you bleed for a week! Probably because I was just pregnant and didn’t bleed for a long time, but man oh man.

    Orgasms feel incredibly good when you’re on your period. They ease a lot of the unpleasant symptoms of menses. However, there is nothing less arousing than having to push your pad out of the way and hope that you don’t get blood all over your fingers.

  5. One Is Almost Never Enough

    I’m absolutely a 2-orgasm kinda girl. That first orgasm just doesn’t do it for me. It’s like foreplay for me, it just turns me on more. The wetness from that first orgasm always makes where a second is necessary. Only when I was so exhausted that I couldn’t move anymore did I not go for a second.

    Sometimes, a second isn’t even good enough and I had a number of nights where there were upwards of five. The more I did it, the more I felt like I could do more. And when I didn’t go for more when I felt the urge to, I felt like it wasn’t as great of a night, wasn’t as successful, wasn’t as pleasurable. Rarely was the first orgasm good enough to just leave it at that.

I thought after having an orgasm everyday for a month that I would have some sort of cathartic experience where I knew my body and my soul better. I would be in touch with some sort of deeper me. But the reality is, the most prolific thing that I learnt during this sexperience, is that I really love orgasms!

I really love the act of working towards an orgasm. I love exploring the dirty thoughts in my mind and just giving myself over to the pleasure. I love the involuntary rocking and pulsing and throbbing and buildup and release. I love “the final paroxysm” and the way my body tightens and contracts in this amazing rhythm that feels like my own personal symphony. And I love that floaty head feeling, when all your limbs are limp and your heartbeat returns to normal and you can feel the heat of your flushed cheeks.

Could I go for longer than a month? I don’t think so. Could I go for a year? I definitely don’t think so. Would I learn something new if I went longer? Maybe… Orgasms take a lot out of you for how wonderful and amazing they are. It’s not only physically exhausting to be having one or more orgasms everyday, it’s also mentally exhausting. Does the experience make me want more orgasms? Yes, absolutely.

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#NostalgiaJunkie: 4 Quotes From 4 Years Ago

I kissed him. I didn’t know what else to do.

It felt like I consciously gave up that night…

There is a big part of me that is just ready to throw in the towel on this whole kink thing for the time being.

I don’t think he’s ready. And I don’t know if he ever will be…

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The 100th Post

Honestly, I can’t believe that there’s only been 100 posts in the last 3 years…

ValerieRayne.com originally launched on August 4th, 2015 with the post “It’s Me Again!!“. After just over a year of publishing posts, ValerieRayne.com shut down for a total redesign on December 17th, 2016. I officially re-launched on February 13th, 2017 with the post “Welcome Back… Finally!!!” and reached my 100th post on March 13th, 2017.

Today, I thought it would be fun to take a look at some of the interesting stats and top posts from the last 3 years and the first 100 posts on ValerieRayne.com.


Stats for 2015

In 2015, I published a total of 70 posts on ValerieRayne.com. I received a total of almost 900 views from 500 visitors mostly from the United States, United Kingdom and Brazil.

Top Posts in 2015

The Club – Part 1 & 2

Surprisingly, part 2 has more views than part 1 and that continues to be the truth year after year.

TO DO: Sex in the Great Outdoors

It’s honestly no surprise that this was one of the top posts of 2015, because it’s a good-er!

Desire Runs Deep

A sexperience between The Boyfriend and I in which we utterly exhaust each other.


Stats for 2016

In 2016, I published a total of 17 posts on ValerieRayne.com. I received a total of almost 1200 views from 600 visitors mostly from the United States, Canada and Brazil.

Top Posts in 2016

Our Favorite Sex Positions

Still four of our favorite sex positions. Definitely getting lots of use!

#TheSims4: Builds in Windenburg – Mid-Nowhere: The Rayne’s

A house that I built for one of my old families in #TheSims4, available to download on the gallery.

Wake Up Sex

I had fantasized about waking him up with sex and he just happened to be sleeping in the perfect position!


Stats for 2017 (so far…)

In 2017, I’ve published a total of 13 posts on ValerieRayne.com. I’ve received almost 200 views from 90 visitors mostly from the United States, Canada and the Philippines.

Top Posts in 2017 (so far…)

Holiday Fantasy Fulfilled

For a week, I had a recurring fantasy. And The Boyfriend crawled inside my head and made my dreams come true 😉

#Sexperience Fails: When FFM Threesomes Go Wrong

I finally share my experiences with female-female-male threesomes.

#TumblrFavorites – Winter 2016/2017

I rounded up a few favorites for the four months that I was on hiatus but still Tumblr-ing.


Over the last 3 years, I’ve published 100 posts, had over 2000 views from over 1100 visitors from countries near and far. I’ve written about sex, love, my kids, my life and some of my favorite things like The Sims 4 and binge-worthy Netflix shows. I’ve launched and re-launched, designed and re-designed and learnt many new things about myself as a blog-a-holic over the years. It has been amazing!!!

Here’s to the first 100 and the next 100!

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I’m Mad At Him, And I Don’t Think He’s Noticed

I’m not mad at him for any good or particular reason. But it’s pissing me off more that he’s not noticing.

It all started a few nights ago. We had really great sex. I orgasmed during it but as usual, wanted to have that second orgasm. When he cums, it turns me on so much. I always want an orgasm afterwards, otherwise I spend the next few days until we have sex again, absolutely and utterly aroused. So, I always go for a second orgasm.

But, he’s already cum. He works, he’s a Dad, he’s tired at the best of times. Add in a great orgasm and it’s near impossible for him to stay awake afterwards. Sometimes, I don’t mind and will bring myself to orgasm as he falls asleep next to me and it’s okay and I’m fine with it. Sometimes, it makes me upset and angry and I bring myself to orgasm just to spite him – even though he sleeps right through it, so really, doesn’t affect him.

If I’m especially angry at him, as I was after this really great sex, I’ll intentionally fantasize about another guy. Another guy coming into my room and taking over the monumental task of bringing me to my second orgasm. He’s not there to have sex with me or make me feel loved or any of that bullshit, his job is purely to get between my legs and love my pussy until I explode into orgasm. I always feel guilty after this fantasy.

I woke up the next day really mad at him for yet again falling asleep on me. I get that he’s tired, I’m sympathetic. But there is no way in hell that I would fall asleep during his orgasm – regardless of how long it was taking to get there or if it was his first or fifth. I’m a Mom raising 5 kids, I’m exhausted too, but I would never just pass out and make him work for it himself. In the last year, he’s literally had to work for 1 of his orgasms – 1!!! We weren’t in the same province and he had to work for 1 orgasm – which, might I add, I stayed awake for and watched while we were videocalling each other!!!

Like, it just makes me want to scream. It makes me wonder why no one cares about my orgasm. Especially when he’s always claiming, “Oh, I love it when you orgasm. I love to watch you cum!” blah blah fucking blah!!!

Then, his sleep schedule has been all over the place. First, he was sleeping when all the kids were at school. A lot of times, I’d just stay in bed with him. Then, we had baby and he’s an early riser. So, I’d get out of bed when he got home from work in the morning and then he would sleep after the kids got home from school. Then, out of nowhere, he’s started doing where he sleeps for part of the morning, gets out of bed for the afternoon and then finishes off his sleep with a nap before work. This constant changing of a sleep schedule that was working for us is absolutely getting to me.

Every time he closes his eyes, I feel an immediate anger at him. It feels like all he’s ever doing lately is sleeping. And I know that’s not true. I know he’s not getting anymore hours than he used to, I know he’s not getting deep, well-rested sleeps. But I can’t help but feel jealous that yet again he gets to crawl into bed and yet again he gets time without the kids and yet again…

Also had my first period back since the miscarriage. It was one of the roughest periods I’ve had in awhile – cramps, more bleeding than usual, massive mood swings – it was all over the place. And I’m guessing it probably has been contributing to the anger I feel towards The Boyfriend right now. I have to go through all these lady problems while he gets to just sit back and not have to experience it or go without orgasms because no one wants to touch a bleeding vagina and just argh!!

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Finally Uploaded a YouTube Video!!!

It’s been forever and a day (about 3 years) since I last uploaded a YouTube video.

After two days of playing, I decided to try to learn a couple Alanis Morissette songs. This was my first go at both of them (although I’m sure that I used to know these…) and there were a lot of mistakes, but I had fun doing them, so wanted to share!

I’m working on recording lots of different things right now and it is not being my friend, to be quite honest. I’m being too critical of myself to get anywhere with it. So I said, “Screw it” and stopped caring about the mistakes!

The next one I’m hoping to get done is Christina Perri’s “Jar of Hearts“, because I’ve had a friend requesting it for years!!

If you’d ever like to hear me do a cover of your favorite song, just let me know about it and I’ll see if it’s possible. You can leave your requests on my YouTube channel, as a comment on any of my posts or you can even connect with me on your favorite social network to let me know that you’ve got a suggestion!

Thanks for listening and I hope you enjoy 😉

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#TumblrFavorites – Winter 2016/2017

Valerie Rayne Tumbles is a not-safe-for-work adults only Tumblr, curated by Valerie Rayne, that has been online since 2014 and features images, videos and .GIFs of an erotic and sexual nature.

Today, I’d like to share some of my #TumblrFavorites for the winter of 2016/2017 with you!


#TumblrFavorites

November 2016


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/153857446031/lbanonymous-via-lets-get-in-the-mood-addams

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/153816582016/lbanonymous-did-you-know-that-were-planning-a

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/153857241071/lbanonymous-the-use-of-color-in-this-totally

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/153857764421/lbanonymous-foryoursexualinformation-everyone

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/153816858746/lbanonymous-a-littlereddevil


#TumblrFavorites

December 2016


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/154073547476

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/154372035686/flensburgpaar-flensburgpaar-july-20-2015

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/154315225101

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/154282251126

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/154158344846


#TumblrFavorites

January 2017


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/156479966901

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/155797777506/if-you-dont-think-this-is-genius-we-cant-be

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/155563633451

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/156073676601

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/156207990941


#TumblrFavorites

February 2017


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/156881169721/fawnstarflare-fawnstarflare-periodic-table-of

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/157185549606

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/157094159096/maxinesarahart-people-who-get-their-period-do

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/157520778621/onceuponsirsstarrynight-camdamage-hey-thats

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/157308719096/enslavednightmares-this-always-people


So, there you have it! 20 of my #TumblrFavorites from the last 4 months

If you’d like to see more content like this then I encourage you to follow Valerie Rayne Tumbles. I post to Twitter every time I’m updating my Tumblr, so follow @ValerieRayne13 to find out when new stuff has been added! And, I love to follow back.

See my previous #TumblrFavorites.

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#Sexperience Fails: When FFM Threesomes Go Wrong

I was 17 and pregnant with my first child by the man, who I joked through our whole relationship was, “the one night stand that wouldn’t end!“. He had a guy friend, I’ll call him Mark, who was dating a girl I’ll call Sam. She was a little younger than us and incredibly beautiful. I was tall and skinny and she was short and curvy. Alfie and I were very open about the fact that we were both curious about a variety of kinks. That month, we had discovered blind canes.

Our window blinds had broken. The cane to open and close them had popped off and wouldn’t go back on. It just happened to be laying on the floor by the couch when we had Mark and Sam over for a game of poker, a couple hits from the bong and the boys probably drank beer. A joke was made about the blind cane and somehow it ends with Sam in front of a mirror, me behind here wailing on her ass with the cane, while the two guys sit on the bed behind us sipping beer. The night ended abruptly.

Mark came over the next night without Sam. Alfie and I teased that we should have a threesome. He reached his hand up my skirt rather brazenly as his friend watched on. I went for a bath and Alfie and I had a heart-to-heart – were we really going to do this? How would Sam feel about it? – and ultimately decided that Alfie would go back upstairs and put the feelers out with Mark and come and get me if it were a yes.

The agreement we came to was that Alfie was allowed to fuck me, Mark was only allowed a blowjob. So, I knelt between Mark’s legs, ass high in the air and proceeded to suck his laundry detergent scented cock as Alfie fucked me from behind. I remember the experience being incredibly hot and when they finished close to each other, I laid down between them and Alfie and I made out as I masturbated and Mark watched on.

A few nights later, Sam came over by herself. She knew about our experience with Mark and wanted a taste of her own. She wanted to show me what I had done to her ass with the cane only a few nights prior and we snuck into the bathroom to take a peek. Alfie tried to sneak in and both of us shrieked at him – if she, if we wanted him to see, we would’ve done it right there in front of him. I know it made me feel uneasy, I can only imagine how she felt.

Eventually, we get to a point where we’re all ready to go. I couldn’t tell you any of the details leading up to the moment. I remember Alfie laying on the bed between us in his boxers. I remember Sam and I giggling not really knowing where to start first. I remember Alfie telling me to kiss her. I remember her braces pressed up against my lips.

Alfie says something to indicate that we should suck his cock. He chooses her first. She just barely gets her lips wrapped around him before pulling off and saying she has to leave. She had gotten a text from her Dad saying he was outside waiting for her. Up she goes, quick as a cat. I’m pretty sure Alfie practically chased her out the door…

Some time goes by. I couldn’t tell you exactly how long. Maybe a week. I wake up late one morning and our roommate informs me that Alfie’s been locked up in the bathroom all morning with the phone and he needs to make a call. Alfie lies and tells me he’s been talking to his Mom. The phone says he’s been calling Sam. After Alfie and I talk and he continues to lie, even after he’s been caught, continues to lie, I call Sam.

He won’t stop calling me. I keep telling him I want to come hangout with you but he keeps telling me I can’t unless I hang out alone with him. He’s called me constantly this morning!“. Alfie is literally sitting there watching my reactions to her on the phone and he’s just sitting there, spewing off more lies about how we didn’t understand and it’s not what we think. I never talked to her again...


It’s my 21st birthday. I’m now a Mom to 3 babies, Alfie and I have broken up and gotten back together so many times I can’t even count and we’ve shared a couple handfuls worth of great male-male-female threesomes. I’ve got this friend who we’ve known for almost a decade and we’ve been hanging out constantly. She brings me a best friends blanket and a bottle of alcohol. The three of us sit on the couch drinking.

We all think it would be hilarious to play truth or dare and it starts out innocently enough. I don’t remember who it was exactly but someone dares someone else to lick someones nipples. The game turns dirty very fast – too fast. Very quickly, it becomes her and Alfie daring each other while I’m sitting there watching them play together and thinking, “Isn’t it my birthday?“.

Alfie and I always had this really big issue. I had a bunch of babies, so I wasn’t as skinny at 21 as I was when we first met. As part of his abuse cycle, he would call me fat and lazy to get a reaction out of me and it did, it really did. She was bigger than I was, but she had gorgeous boobs. Just absolutely perfect. I couldn’t get over the fact that he was so interested in her even though she was fat, when he couldn’t be interested in me because I was fat. That took over entirely…

I stomped down to my room, tears held at the corner of my eyes. I slammed my bedroom door shut. It took him 20 minutes to come down after me. I remember him telling me I was being ridiculous and I remember him leaving. I laid in my bed crying for a really long time – or at least it felt like a really long time. I expected to go back upstairs to everyone with their clothes on and feeling a little awkward.

Instead, I walk upstairs to the two of them naked under the blankets, him on top of her. I can’t say for sure that there was penetration. I can’t say for sure exactly what they were doing. But I remember absolutely losing my shit. I remember screaming at her that “this is not what friends do!“, I remember ignoring him entirely as he told me I was overreacting and tried to stop me from throwing her shirt at her. I was completely outraged and told her to get out of my house and never come back. I told Alfie to do the same, but he didn’t listen. I never talked to her again…

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Holiday Fantasy Fulfilled

I swear he’s inside my head!

We decided last night, that even though we were going to bed earlier than we have been, we were going to watch porn. We’ve been saying it for a few days now and keep putting it off and putting it off until eventually it’s 4 AM and the sex is going to take 2 hours and the baby will be in 4, so porn doesn’t get watched because ain’t nobody got time for that shit!

But last night, we made time. Honestly though, the porn barely got watched.

It started on the couch. I had already been ready to go for a long time and when he pulled his cock out of his pants, I happily went about licking and sucking it while he picked videos – although really, he just flipped through 20 pages of videos until finally I just threw one on. He’s really enjoying trying to shove as much of himself as he can into my mouth and I have honestly been sucking at deepthroating lately, which is so not me! I get to a certain point and then just close up entirely. I don’t know if he’s noticed or not, but he sure is enjoying it lately.

In between watching the porn or kissing him or licking him, I was desperate to talk. Kept telling him to “tell me something interesting” or asking him questions. I’ve been having a lot of fantasies lately and I was curious if he’s had any. He doesn’t really have a lot of fantasies because he likes his sex rather boring. But for a long time FFM threesomes have been on both of our lists. After the week of the anal sex fantasy that I was having, I suddenly switched hardcore into FFM threesomes and so when he said it, I literally laughed out loud. He’s so in my head.

It wasn’t long before we were saying that we should go upstairs.

I was on top first and neither of us wanted full on penetration yet. I was incredibly wet though and placed him between my lips and let him slide around underneath of me. Our hands were everywhere. I remember his in my hair and mine on his lips, at some point he was holding me up under my boobs and I couldn’t reach him, and then his thumb nestled onto my clit.

I came quickly and much faster than I had wanted to. But, he wasn’t done!

I allowed him to enter me during my orgasm and his face lit up as I gently circled my hips on him. I leaned back, it was getting so hot and I was absolutely covered in sweat. He sat up and shoved my breast in his mouth as he rocked beneath me, his hands all over my back and in my hair. He laid me back and made sure my head was all supported and brought his lips right up to my ear.

I knew he was going to say something and I held my breath in anticipation.

It seemed to take forever. He pulled back just enough to be able to see my face, he wanted to watch my response. In possibly the hottest voice he’s ever had during sex, he half-whispered, half-grunted, “Are you going to be my good little slut tonight?“. Ugh, just writing it out and I can feel it in my clit. There are very few times he calls me the names I really like being called during sex. To him, calling a person a slut or whore or bitch is disrespectful, even if they are literally begging for it!

It’s one of those things that I absolutely love and hate about him.

I answered, “I’ll try!“, knowing that he was asking permission to try for anal. We’ve never tried it with me on my back before, even though it’s been a recurring fantasy of mine. We’ve tried and failed a lot with anal and the times that we have been successful either involve me on my stomach or while spooning. So, I honestly didn’t think it was going to happen. He said knowingly, “You’ll do it!” and his encouragement made me smile.

He grabbed the lube and put some on me and some on him. Almost immediately, I felt like I wasn’t going to make it. I could feel my whole body tighten up the moment he went for it and thank goodness for him in those moments. He put his hands on my chest, right above my breasts and pushed me down as he slowly and steadily pushed on. Every time I looked at him he would say sweet words that would relax me entirely. “You’re doing fine“, “You’re such a good little slut“, “You’re almost there“, “Good girl!” and when I suddenly tensed up and tried to pull off, he just kept me still and talked to me in that voice that makes me tingle.

When he was almost all the way in, he said, “I’m going to come kiss you now” and I nodded never taking my eyes off his.

Again, anal is one of those things that I like a lot more in fantasy than reality. Don’t get me wrong, when we’re doing it and we’re in the moment of it, it’s the hottest thing ever. And I love how, (because we don’t do anal very often…) when we do have a successful go at it, it becomes the thing that is talked about and spurs many more sexperiences. It’s a hot thing that we reminisce about it. But when it comes down to it, I find it to be uncomfortable sex for the most part.

There’s a point where it starts feeling really good, but often that point is completely overshadowed by the discomfort.

The change in position though, from him more leaning back while on top of me, to him up on top of me in our usual missionary position, definitely makes things slide a little easier and he finally gets past that uncomfortable point of penetration. And now he’s sliding in and out of me with ease and we both look at each other with surprise. That has never ever happened.

By this point, it feels like dirty kinky sex, even though it’s really not.

He’s still whispering/grunting sexy words into my ear or kissing my neck and jaw. My hands are mostly on his face or arms and I’m holding onto him rather tightly. It’s really very intimate and we’ve barely had a moment without eye contact. The exact conversation between us is a little hazy, but essentially I tell him I want him to cum in my ass and he calls me a slut again and then I respond with something like, “Fill up your cum dumpster” – which is so entirely unlike me, no idea where it came from. I swear we both literally stopped for a second, took in the word and like had to split-second decide how we felt about it.

Apparently, it worked very much for him and he quickly began pounding into me.

My hand tried to rub my clit as he swelled inside of me, the sensation almost entirely overwhelming me and I pushed my heels into his hips and grabbed roughly at the flesh on his back. He lifted his body up off of mine, both of us drenched in sweat and he moaned, “You need to cum on my cock!” and I frantically went to work on my clit. He stroked my legs, whispering that I was a good girl and that I was doing such a good job. He was almost completely limp by this point but still managing to keep himself buried comfortably inside of me.

I came very hard and without meaning to, dug my nails hard into his arms, hard into his back.

He held my head against his chest as I thrashed about beneath him and moved my hair out of my face as I panted and heaved against him. I could feel my nails tearing at his flesh as he began to slide out of me and I bucked wildly at the incredible sensation of him slipping out while I was still mid-anal orgasm. I couldn’t let him go and even though he was now moving away from me, I simply followed him, nails still desperately gripping his arms.

He stroked my hair and whispered, “You were such a good little slut“. He kissed me and I literally shivered!

But then it was all over. I released his arms, he laid down in his spot, asked if I wanted to lay on his chest. I did and within seconds, he was sound asleep. His arm wasn’t even wrapped around me or anything and I suddenly felt all vulnerable and filled with shame. I had to roll away from him because I couldn’t help but feel slightly mad at him for just leaving me here, in this space.

I slept really well, surprisingly. I haven’t been sleeping well for awhile now and especially since he’s been on holidays. Our bed is just not big enough for all of us. We woke up this morning and one of the first things he said to me was, “Mmm cum dumpster” and I felt a sense of awkwardness. I cuddled into his arm and nothing. He got up and went about getting coffees. That shameful feeling loomed.

To me, anal sex is kinky sex. And even if it wasn’t, intense sex deserves aftercare. And I desperately needed some!

After anal sex, I always feel like I need extra attention. I need a lot of reassurance that I did a good job and that I was pleasing and that I was sexy while it was happening. I need the reassurance that happened during it to be carried on – often for a good day afterwards. Even now, a whole day later, I’m still feeling like I need him to give me extra kisses or touch me extra softly. Because I feel breakable.

And a lot of times, even when he’s giving and giving, I’ll still feel like he’s not giving me the right kind of attention. Like he’s not saying the right words or touching me the right way. And honestly, I think that’s just me after anal sex or really any sex that leaves me feeling a little bit vulnerable and exposed. I also have to say that I kind of love the sex that leaves me feeling that way and even though the day after feels unbearable while I’m in it, I do enjoy being in it.

It took until late this afternoon before I felt like he had given me the attention I had needed.

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The Boyfriend’s On Holidays!!! (And I have a fantasy…)

And I have a fantasy that I want fulfilled!

I told him today that for the past week I’ve been masturbating every night to the exact same fantasy. It always starts the same way, always contains common elements (with very little variation) and always ends the same way. It all started after a very successful anal session and ever since, my mind has been stuck there!

In my fantasy, it all starts laying up in bed. I’m on my stomach and he’s rubbing my ass. We used to regularly give each other ass rubs, but in the past few years it’s an activity that has really gone by the wayside. I get a very quick rub right before anal attempts now, but nothing like I used to. In my fantasy, it’s like the old days. Long, drawn out, incredibly sensual and causes the most insane wetness.

In my fantasy, in some way or another, he gets me up on my hands and knees. A couple nights after browsing very rough sex on Tumblr, he would pull my hair and yank me up or he would wrap his hand around my throat to lift me up. Other nights, if there was oral sex on my brain, then he would be more gentle with me and playful almost. The view of my ass in the air and my back arched causes him to respond in the way that he does when he enjoys what he sees, and that response (both in real life and in this fantasy) is such an extreme turn on for me.

He plays in my wetness, which at this point is literally dripping down my leg, with either his fingers or his cock. He remarks about it and either calls me a good girl or baby girl – again depends on what kind of mood I’m in prior to starting the fantasy – and only one of those things does he ever actually call me! The other one, he doesn’t even know I fantasize about him calling me it and I’m too shy to admit it 😉

Sometimes, especially if I’m trying to draw out my inevitable orgasm, he’ll give me oral and I’ll fantasize that he buries his head between my legs and pushes his tongue into me. Other times, he jumps right into to trying for anal. And unlike in real life, he glides in with ease. In real life, the initial penetration is often a very slow process. It’s often really gentle and intimate and he gently strokes me until I relax and then he’ll push just a little deeper and wait for me to relax again. In my fantasies, it is not like that at all. It would be quick penetration, rough and hard and big strong hands grabbing and smacking at every inch of available flesh.

In my fantasy, he pulls all the way out of me and pushes back into me, fast and hard and over and over again. We have both mentioned a great desire to do this and just have not gotten up the guts to try it. So far, our experience has been that if he pulls all the way out, he’s not getting back in. I just tighten up entirely, but not in my fantasies. In my fantasy, I turn and watch him watching himself inside of me and that look on his face makes the whole thing amazing.

He flips me over onto my back and lifts my legs up. My pussy is absolutely glistening and he smiles at me before rubbing his one hand over my leg and the other around my wetness. He slides back into my ass, this time very slowly, gripping at any piece of me that his hands can get a good hold on. He coaxes me the way that he does during real-life anal sex, lots of “Good girls” and telling me that I’m doing a good job or that he’s almost there, or describing how amazing it looks.

When he is finally entirely consumed by me, he slides one finger, then two fingers, then more fingers into my waiting pussy. His firm fingers expertly stroke deep within me as he cock slides easily in and out of my ass and we are moving in this synchronous manner, when he suddenly pulls his hand out of me and roughly slaps my clit and then he slides his fingers back into me and continues that expert stroking. He repeats this a few times, sometimes adding more slaps, something slapping harder, sometimes almost rubbing more than slapping.

In real life, I often cum very easily from anal sex. For someone who isn’t really a big fan of it mentally, my body sure hasn’t gotten the message. My fantasy is no different. However, unlike real life, I begin squirting as he’s thrusting in and out of me. His reaction to it in my fantasy is normally the thing that pushes me over the edge and typically as I’m cumming in real life, I picture him cumming in my head and it’s honestly rather blissful.

It’s no wonder that it’s a recurring fantasy!!

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Happy Valentine’s Day – 7 Erotic Limericks For You

It’s been a long time since I last wrote a limerick and so I thought it would be fun to write one for Valentine’s Day, but then I easily wrote more than one – so here’s a collection of erotic limericks for you to enjoy and I encourage you to share them on your favorite social networks.


Pussy Be Wet

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your pussy be exceptionally wet
May things slip, may they slide
All around your inside
May you cum every chance you get


Deep Inside

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your cock go for a ride
May it penetrate
And feel great
When you’re deep inside


Get Some Head

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May you get some head
May you wiggle and squirm
Get it gentle and firm
May your cheeks flush red


Shiver and Heave

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your dreams be realized
May you shiver and heave
On your hands and your knees
As I slide between your thighs


Black and Blue

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your fantasies come true
May you feel the burn
When you take your turn
Being beaten black and blue


Moan All Alone

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May your pleasure come first
May you growl and moan
In your room all alone
And quench your every thirst


Hold Her Tight

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On This Happy Valentine’s Day
May you hold her body tight
May you stroke her
May you please her
Before you say goodnight


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Almost Been a Month….

I’m officially starting to get incredibly annoyed by the lack of sex around here. This is probably the longest The Boyfriend and I have ever gone without having any sexual contact whatsoever and honestly, it doesn’t even seem like either of us cares, and that is so entirely unlike us…

It’s been almost an entire month now… It made sense the two weeks he was out of town. We sexted during that time – once, and both of us were talking like his first night back would be filled with sex. Then he got back and that first night had no sex, not even a kiss more than a peck on the lips.

He had two days off a couple days ago. I thought we were going to have sex then. The first night, I ended up being grumpy about his game playing. Sometimes, I can’t help but feel a little jealous of the games – it’s just something that happens. But that second night, no idea why sex didn’t happen.

I’ll admit, I’m feeling a little apprehensive about having sex. I’m the biggest I’ve ever been thanks to baby and sex hasn’t been much on my mind. I can’t say that I feel particularly sexy. I feel big and awkward and functional – like my body is here to house a baby, not like it’s here to be sexualized. I’m nervous about bleeding or hurting or feeling baby kick upon penetration. And so I’m not initiating that intimacy like I usually do.

And of course, if I’m not initiating, neither is he…

I can’t tell if he’s not initiating because he’s not interested or because he thinks I’m not interested or if we’re both just thinking about pregnancy and therefore not thinking about sex. I can’t figure out if we’re both just too tired to get down to business or if there’s a discomfort for us around it or anything. And up until his last days off, I didn’t really care, but now I’m officially starting to care.

He’s been working a lot lately and that always puts a huge damper on our sex life. It puts a huge damper on a lot of things, because his mind is always filled with thoughts of work. Even when he’s not working, he’s worrying about work and I totally get it. It feels like we have no time for each other right now and that of course, affects our intimacy levels.

I’m worried that we won’t have sex again until I’m done being pregnant. And then, you have to wait the stupid 6 weeks after that and it’s already been almost a month of no sex. I’m worried about how it will affect our relationship not having sex for that long, especially being that we’ve never gone that long. I mean, sure we’ve gone awhile without penetrative sex, but we’ve never gone anything close to this long without heavy makeout sessions or blowjobs! I’m worried that eventually I’ll start taking the lack of intimacy out on him and it will take both of us far longer than it should to figure out that I’m pissy at him for the lack of sex.

At this point, I don’t even know when his next days off are, so I don’t even know when it might be possible to do anything. And then chances are, that day will come around and my vagina will be hurting or my back will be hurting or something will stand in the way of us getting down to loving. And while I feel like I could get through it right now, what will it be like a week from now?!? I just can’t believe that it’s already almost been a month…

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Our Favorite Sex Positions

When The Boyfriend and I first started dating, he was a big fan of doing every weird and crazy position you could think of. In a typical sex session, he would probably cycle through a good six or seven wildly different positions and you’d walk away from it with your mind blown a little bit by the variety.

A few months into our relationship, I got pregnant and had a lot of severe joint pain that affected the way in which I could be moved and we had to greatly modify our repertoire from a huge selection of positions to a handful. He was also incredibly fearful of hurting me and/or the baby, especially being that I’m known for complicated pregnancies, so the sex became less about variety and more about intimacy.

After my joint pain left, or at least subsided dramatically, we basically stuck with the handful of positions. I think partly because we’re both incredibly comfortable in those positions and we’ve mastered the art of mostly mutual orgasm in these positions. There are, of course, a bunch of reasons why we prefer these positions over the hundreds of others that we could select from, especially when we speak of each one individually. So, without further adieu…

Our Favorite Positions

  1. Deck Chair

    Our absolute favorite position and the one we use absolutely and by far the most is missionary with him on top. While we vary up the missionary a lot when he’s up there, in terms of precise positioning, there are some things that are almost always the same.

    He is likely to have his face buried in my neck or breasts, I’m likely to have my right hand on my clit and chances are, my legs are up around his hips. Sex in this position is often wordless and there is a lot of watching the other person going on. He looks down on me and I look up at him. Often, missionary sex for us is typically very loving and intimate, even when he’s pounding into me like a jackhammer!

  2. Spoons

    We are both normally pretty exhausted in terms of overall energy. Life very much takes every ounce of energy out of us, but we both want to have sex so badly. Sometimes, you’re just too lazy to work for sex. And so we spoon!

    Wake up sex is almost always spooning sex and again, we’ll sometimes do little things to switch up the positions. If I’m going to orgasm, I’ll often throw my leg up over him. Every once and awhile, because he loves it so much, I’ll pull my knees in tight to my chest and make myself into a tiny little ball. I’d say just a little bit more than half of the time, this position will turn into missionary.

  3. Doggystyle

    Again, we’re lazy people. When I’m on my hands and knees, its not really on my hands and knees. It’s more on my shoulders and knees, because I’m likely to have my head on my pillow and my ass in the air. Generally, this is a rougher sex position for us and is only used when he’s in the mood to be rough.

    I think there’s a lot of things we like about this position but for both of us, I think it tends to feel like kinkier sex because it is generally rougher. He’s likely to be very instructive in this position and we both get a kick out of that. My favorite thing about this one though is the ability for his hands to grab at flesh, because I just feel like that doesn’t happen enough.

  4. Cowgirl

    I’m not a huge fan of being on top. I mean, I like it a lot more now than I ever have in the past, but it’s still not my most favorite position. I feel awkward and uncoordinated for the most part when I’m on top and sometimes, I’m okay with that, but other times, I just feel it. So, it’s the least used of our favorite positions.

    However, The Boyfriend will take this one over any other any day. It is, without a doubt, his favorite position. When I’m on top, it’s almost always slow sex, in comparison to what we’re normally doing when he’s in charge. It also tends to be more sensual, more about kissing, more about hands all over one another, more about gazing into each other’s eyes. And while that sounds incredibly cheesy, it’s reality.

While we have a lot more positions that we are likely to use, these are the main ones. At least one of these positions is sure to be included in every sexperience, even when we’re trying to be experimental. So now I’m curious, what are your favorite sex positions? Would you say that it’s been different with every person you’ve been with or do you generally have a favorite position? What is your favorite thing about your favorite position? Let’s talk sex positions!!

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The Cane

The Cane
The Cane – An Erotic Limerick by Valerie Rayne

This erotic limerick originally appeared on Valerie Rayne Writes as a submission to The Erotic Writers Group challenge, #SaturdaySerenade. See the original post.

The Cane

There was an old man named Yoo
Who crafted canes of bamboo
They made the girls shriek
And weren’t for the meek
And if you’re lucky, you’ll get it too

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There once lived a lady named Jane
Who couldn’t resist the cane
With every hard smack
She rubbed at her crack
And immensely enjoyed the pain

Her lover was gentle yet firm
As her bottom began to burn
She yelped and she cried
It filled him with pride
And then she began to squirm

He hit her hard from behind
She had no places to hide
He had had enough
Was done being tough
And laid down at her side

They wrapped up in each other
And she began to hover
In that mythical place
They call subspace
Protected by her lover

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Wake Up Sex

Every night when we lay down to go to sleep together, he puts his hand on my hip or wraps it around my waist. Most of the time, I can feel his fingers mindlessly tracing back and forth as he drifts off to sleep and slowly his fingers go limper and limper until his hand is flatly and comfortably resting.

This particular night, he wrapped his hand about me as usual. His fingers did their limp to flat resting as usual. But instead of putting me to sleep, as it usually does, I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused. His hand rested right below my breast and his finger kept twitching in a way that would just nick my nipple and I’d find myself holding my breath in anticipation for the next twitch.

I sleep with one hand between my legs, warmed by my thighs. I could feel the heat of my arousal permeate down to my hand and I felt the urge to travel upwards. I could tell he was getting closer and closer to being entirely asleep because he was breathing heavier and his hand moved far less. I laid next to him, on our sides, gently rubbing my clit through my pants. I lifted my leg slightly to give myself more room and he took it as the signal to move over. He rolled onto his back and I rolled onto mine and I looked over at him, now more deeply asleep and imagined waking him up with sex.

My whole body loved the idea so much and sweat formed on my brow as I reached beneath my pants. We’ve both talked often about doing this to one another and will often go to sleep saying something like, “And if you wake me up with sex, that’s okay!” and he’s been able to wake me up many time with sex, but I have never had the opportunity. He’s never been sleeping the right way for me to even attempt to do it. And it’s not waking a person up with sex when you say, “Hey, wake up for sex!” – or at least, not in the context that we wanted to be woken up.

I thought about him laying on his back. I watched his chest rise and fall. I wondered if he was dreaming. My curiosity turned to fantasizing and I found myself reaching my fingers out to him. This was my opportunity!

I slowly slid my hand over to him and down his pants. His arm moved and I retracted my hand, not sure if I felt confident enough to be caught. Even though we had said this was okay to do, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to wake him up. But when he settled, I couldn’t resist going in once more.

His cock laid limply on his leg and I lifted it into my palm and gave a gentle squeeze. He moved his legs and I could tell it was because his balls were catching on his thigh. I gave a soft tug and he eased back to sleep. His cock grew slightly and then shrunk back down and I continued to stroke him gently as my other hand played with my clit. As he began to harden, he reached down to rub away the annoying sensation he was feeling in his sleep and I moved my hand away to let him do his thing. He adjusted himself, tossing from side to side a few times as he moved an arm up behind his head. I watched him intently, trying to hold my shaky breath, watching what he might do next. He let out a loud sigh and then returned to his sleep breathing.

I reached back down and his cock was still hard. He had moved just enough so that I could get a really great grip on him and I gave a few quick strokes. I watched him so closely to see if he would react and as I loosened my grip, he turned and looked at me through sleepy eyes. I smiled and he pulled off his pants in one swift motion. I stroked him a few more times as I tried to figure out what to do next, when I swear I heard my vagina scream at me, “Mount him!“.

I quickly crawled on top of him and I was so wet that he slid in with absolute ease. My legs clutched tightly around his hips and my fingers dug into his chest. I sat still on him for a few minutes as I adjusted to the sensation I had so desperately been longing to feel and he watched my face intently to see the slightest reactions. When I leaned forward to kiss him, he wrapped his arms about me and pulled me in close to him.

I began lifting my hips up and very slowly lowering them onto him and he pulled away, not wanting to cum almost immediately after penetration. The slower thrusting always sends him into orgasm territory, so I pushed my breasts into his face and vigorously bounced up and down on him, my hands pushing hard into his chest as he frantically licked and sucked on my nipples.

When he moved his hands down around my ass, it was too much for me and I squeezed tightly with my thighs as a solid wave of orgasm rolled over me. I gripped tightly at anything I could grab and when his hand went up into my hair and pulled it back, I knew he was preparing to orgasm.

With one hand on my ass pushing me down onto his cock and another hand in my hair pulling me upright, he absolutely devoured the view of my bouncing breasts as he quickly thrusted in and out of me. Three deep hard thrusts was the signal that he was orgasming and when he collapsed on the bed, I collapsed on top of him.

Even though we were soaked in sweat, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as we both caught our breath. I rolled off of him and laid on my back beside him, “Now, go back to sleep!“, I said with a wide smile and he reached out his arm to pull my head onto his chest. I don’t think it took even two seconds for him to fall back to sleep and I didn’t take long to follow his lead.

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TO DO: Sex in the Great Outdoors

As a young-ish teenager without a bed to hump on, it was common and frequent that the great outdoors became my first boyfriend and I’s favorite place to get freaky. Blowjobs thigh-deep in snow or feet knocking on branches from the bushes around us, abandoned stairwells lit by the moon or wide open fields where gentle kisses were exchanged.

Part of it was necessity. If we wanted to have sex, we had to have it outdoors, because we definitely weren’t allowed to be having it indoors! With no bed to hump on, we took the streets, during and after school hours and traveled our little northern city in search of the perfect fuck spot. As a teenager, I thought the only reason we did it was necessity. I know now that a big part of it was excitement surrounding the fear of getting caught.

I was caught, once (assuming we’re not counting all the times we were caught doing things that aren’t sex – oral, vaginal or anal – but verge very closely to it). I got over it really quickly.

As a slightly older teenager/young adult, I had a bed to hump on but sometimes, the moment just called for spontaneous sex. As a new/newer Mom and with a relationship that was chaotically swinging out of control, when the opportunity for sex presented itself (even if it was at 3 AM in the morning… After a girl called you disgusting…  And the whole bar saw your thong because your skirt ripped up the back) you took it (even if it was on the steps of a church), because you never knew when that window might open again.

Almost all of the things I’ve done, sexually speaking, with The Boyfriend, I’ve done with boyfriends before him. Obviously, the experiences were entirely and completely (and I mean, ENTIRELY) different. But, one thing The Boyfriend and I have never done that any of my other boyfriends have is have outdoor sex. Car sex, we’ve had (good times). Pressed-up-against-a-window sex, we’ve had. But never have we ventured out into the wild for an encounter. Always been just outside of the outdoors. Not even a blowjob in the park!

And it’s not for lack of amazing places to have outdoor sex. On almost every outdoor walk we’ve taken as a couple, it’s like we’re sex spot hunters on the prowl. We name off great little nooks and crannies all around us and it’s probably the biggest reason why every summer we love to go on so many walks – lots of fantasizing. And I know it’s not for a lack of interest. As described above, I’m obviously down and The Boyfriend has always said that he’d love to do it. I guess the biggest hindrance is likely opportunity, especially being that I can only remember a couple walks that we took without kids along.

There are a lot of places and ways that I’d like to have outdoor sex, including (but not limited to):

While I’m Camping

I’m not a big fan of camping and I’ve never gone and had a good time camping. I hate all the things about camping, especially nighttime surrounded by nature. However, I’ve always always always wanted to give a blowjob at a campfire and have loud sex in a tent under the stars!

Surrounded By Trees

My favorite thing about walking through forests is picking out spots where there’s a little cluster of trees almost forming a room among the mossy mounds. Not far off the path through the woods but deep enough to hide nude humans.

On a Park Bench

Just a regular ole park bench quickie, nothing fancy.

At The Beach

I know, it’s so cliché. And in reality, I’d be hard-pressed to do this one for fear of sand entering my vagina. But every time I see a porn with sex on the beach, it is honestly such a huge turn on. The waves, the water, the sun – it just sounds so good!

On The Side of the Road

You know –  you go on a long ride somewhere. You have to pull over to stretch your legs. You get out your door and lean up against the side of the car. He comes around visibly aroused and when he turns you around and slams you up against the door, BLAM! On the side of the road!

On a Hill

Not a super steep one, just a gentle rolling one. Preferably looking out over nature – more hills, even just grass. First with our feet facing towards the bottom of the hill, then with our feet facing up to the top. There’s this perfect hill across the street from our house, but I couldn’t see either of us being brave enough to conquer it!

On a Roof

And not just any roof, but a roof on a really tall building.

In the Snow

I want to be warm or have extreme warmth (like a fire and hot chocolate) to return to, but a sexy meeting in our snowsuits or a gloved-hand handjob could be a lot of fun. And the activity is sure to help with the whole keeping me warm thing.

In the Rain

It’s raining, it’s pouring and all I hear is moaning! And, I want to have sex in all the different types of non-destructive rains, like the soft rain on a sunny day or the first heavy downpour or the big gloppy wet rain or the near-slush early spring.

In a Parking Lot

Everyone’s going about their thing, they’re not going to notice the two people on the far side of the lot going at it, right? We’d have to start with barely busy lots and work our way up to more crowded, I think.

When the Sun Rises and Sets

To be outdoors, on your back, while the sun rises and/or sets, with your lover blissfully pounding away just seems like a beautiful experience to me. Especially if you consciously choose to be aware of that rising/setting sun during the encounter. I think it’d be precious.

Under the Stars

Again, a degree of consciousness would add that extra bit of special to this experience. It could end up being really romantic and intimate, especially under the vastness of twinkling darkness. Ideally, as far away from city lights as possible!

Keep in mind that this list only includes outdoor locations, not public spaces – that’s for a whole other post! And, in a perfect world, these wouldn’t be once-in-a-lifetime spur-of-the-moment occurrences. They would be sought after adventures that added that extra something to our sex life.

So, tell me, where are some other places or ways that you could have sex outdoors? Ever done any of the above or wanted to do any of the above? What do you think are some things to keep in mind when you’re having sex outdoors? Should you plan ahead or should it be spontaneous. Leave your thoughts about sex in the great outdoors in the comments below!

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#TumblrFavorites – Fall 2015

Valerie Rayne Tumbles is a not-safe-for-work adults-only Tumblr that I created probably over a year ago now. I dedicate at least one day a week to checking in on my Tumblr and over the years have found some really amazing pieces. Today, I’d love to share my #TumblrFavorites for Fall 2015 with you!


#TumblrFavorites for November

See My Top 5 Tumblrs: November 2015


It’s still early in November, but after following a number of new-to-me Tumblrs, I’m sure that this month is going to fill up quickly. So far, here’s some of my favorites for this month!

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324885451

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324894251/whennightclosesin-robert-c-cochran

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324699821/annantan-nuit-mon-amie-sois-ma-tendre

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324952731

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324943621/oldalbum-by-robert-farber

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132325548111/kinkupdates-electrosluts-trick-or-treat-19

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324661486/jasminpussy-love

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324795246/mau-indy

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132324516626

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132325604841/nitratediva-claudette-colbert-in-the-infamous


#TumblrFavorites for October

See My Top 5 Tumblrs: October 2015


October was an active month for me on Tumblr and I found a huge selection of Tumblrs with amazing erotic art, which just fills my heart with so much joy – even more joy than porn!

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132199015646

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/131145113601/visualobscurity-valerie-galloway

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132200336101/mau-indy

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/131144682516/mau-indy-danielerebecchi-valerie-knox

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132199192736

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/132200290491

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/130941227486

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/131403315706/iglovequotes-httpiglovequotesnet

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/130620918296

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/130620899511/flensburgpaar-october-06-2015

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/130940349161

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/130320574476/flensburgpaar-october-02-2015


#TumblrFavorites for September

See My Top 5 Tumblrs: September 2015


You could say that September was my black-and-white obsession month, as a large portion of my reblogs were black-and-white photos and .GIFs. It just looks so sensual. Here’s a few posts that weren’t B&W.

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129476357631/trepol-peter-fendi

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129476383071/lifepornography-felicien-rops-the-shower-1881

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/128166149656

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129476350946/a-male-gaze-swan-by-j-young

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129476214601

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/130251758601/erosisaman-richard-macdonald-erosisaman

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129477311356

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129477294336

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/128547112076/do-it

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/130251650796/mistresseva-eroticaandmore-by-jdarnell

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129945195766/ganymedesrocks-georg-vilhelm-pauli-1855

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/129103951776/symes4u-ribbons-of-desire

Well, there you have it!

3 months, over 1000 posts in total and I just narrowed down 36 of my favorites!

If you like what you’ve seen here, be sure to like this post and then head over to my Tumblr, Valerie Rayne Tumbles, and follow me there to see new posts and reblogs. I’ll let you know on Twitter when I update so follow @ValerieRayne13 for that.

Which image stood out to you or was your favorite from November? October? September? Are you on Tumblr and think by this collection of images that I should definitely be following you? Leave a comment below with a link and your thoughts! 

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The Club – Part 2

Have you Read The Club – Part 1 yet?

Taryn walked ahead of me back across the parking lot and I could not take my eyes off of the amazing shape of her backside and the way it moved in front of me. Her legs, held up by these amazing high heels, stretched out from the bottom of her tight dress and crossed ever so elegantly with each step she took. I knew how wet she was and I couldn’t help but wonder what that must feel like as the cum and her liquid slid down her thighs.

She turned to look at me and flashed me a wide smile and I caught a glimpse of the club just slightly beyond her and I quickly ran to catch up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I caught up. She continued walking and I could hear her laughing, although more and more the sound of her was being drowned out by the loud music coming out of the constantly opening and closing club door.

She grabbed my hand and walked into the club, raising our hands up over our heads as she began to dance and walk at the same time. I smiled at her and she continued off in front of me again, raising up her dress just enough that I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks. She turned her head and smiled at me, continuing to dance her way through the narrow hallway.

Finally back out on the floor, I turned her away from me and forced her hips this way and that across the raging erection in my pants. She teasingly rubbed herself up and down, fast and slow and I could feel her wetness on the front of my pants. I pulled, pushing her harder and harder onto me, and she bent forward as my hands traveled up her back. I roughly grabbed her shoulders and she continued to grind on me as I pulled her and pulled her.

I was so turned on by her. Sure, Taryn and I were best friends and sure we had fucked before, after almost every break up. But never had it been like this and I had no idea what to expect next. Her ass was so hot rubbing against me and I was sure she would make me cum if she kept it up. I wanted to be like that other guy and cum inside of her, not cum in my pants, so I abruptly turned around, putting my ass against her and playing it off like I was just dancing.

She stood up and turned around, wrapping her arms around my waist and pushing her beautiful breasts into my back. She kissed the back of my neck and let her hands roam and I reached behind me to feel her still moving her hips to the beat of the music. I let my hands wander over her ass and when I felt flesh I grabbed hard, digging my fingers into her. Her hands continued on my body, and when her fingers began to slide in between my belt and skin, I grabbed her wrist and turned around to look her in the eye.

I can’t do this here!“, I said, as calmly as I could although yelling it at her so she could hear me. She smiled, “Okay!“, she yelled back and it felt like we stood there forever, neither of us sure what to do next. I shouted, “Come with me!“, and pulled her by her wrist off of the dancefloor.

I glanced back behind me and she was hurrying along in her heels, her breasts bouncing vigorously as I walked briskly towards the exit. I pushed the door open with my hip, never letting her hand go, and pulled her along behind me. She giggled and panted heavily as I hurried through the parking lot, weaving between cars until we finally arrived at mine. I slammed her up against the door of my car and used my leg to open hers. I reached between them and unlocked the car door and she sighed as my knuckles brushed against her.

Get in!“, I said and she turned and opened the door. She began to bend over to get in and I grabbed her hands and put them on the seat in front of her and made her stand with her legs and ass out the door. Her pussy glistened in the night light and I knelt down and put my tongue into her. She tasted salty with sweat and I moaned hard as I began working my tongue around her wetness. Her knees bent slightly as they quivered and my hands grabbed frantically at her beautiful ass.

I stood up and slid two fingers into her as I leaned into the car and told her not to move. I continued to stroke her wet pussy as I unlocked the back door and opened it. I stood behind her and reached my hands around her waist and pulled her back out of the car. She stood against me shaking, as I slid my hands between her legs and walked her around the open door, my fingers reaching for as much as they could feel. She moaned and ran her hand up behind my head and through my hair.

I turned her around and helped her sit on the bench of the backseat. She moved back, her feet dangling out of the car. I crawled in behind her and lifted her legs up around my hips, as I closed the door behind us. She had already begun pulling her dress off, as I undid my belt and zipper. She sat up and pulled my shirt off, kissing my stomach and chest as she did and my cock slid against her boobs.

I kissed her hard and leant her back, her head resting against the handle on the door, one leg on the floor and one in the back window. I lifted her breasts up to my lips and sucked hard on her nipples as my cock dripped precum on her waiting pussy. Her hands were down my pants grabbing roughly at my ass and I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed myself deep into her, fast and hard, her pussy soaking and warm. I thrust hard into her and she moaned loudly.

She threw her legs up around my back, pulling me even deeper into her and her hips frantically whipped against me. I leaned back a little and slid my hand down her stomach and began to circle her clit with my thumb as I continued to thrust deeply into her. She panted, “Right there, right there!“, over and over again and I grabbed her waist with my other hand to hold her on me as she bucked wildly. “Yeah, cum all over my cock, cum hard!” and her breath quickened. Her whole body froze and a small moan began to escape between her clenched teeth.

I began to pull back and out of her, loosening my grip on her waist, when her moan grew louder and louder and her hips began thrusting vigorously and her hands searched for me. I bent over and kissed her and she violently continued to convulse beneath me. “Fuck me!“, she screamed, and I roughly pounded into her, quick and steady thrusts. “That’s right. Fill my pussy!“, she whispered in my ear and I thrust hard as I pushed a huge load deep inside of her. I shivered as the last shot of cum burst out of me and collapsed on top of her, resting my cheek against her heaving breast.

She giggled as she stroked my head and I felt myself go limp inside of her slowly. “So, should we go home or go back to dancing?“, she asked and even though I wasn’t looking at her, I could tell she was smiling in that way that she always does. I mumbled into her chest, “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” and she sat quietly for a minute as the last bit of me fell out of her pussy, a stream of my cum following behind it.

I sat back and pulled up my pants, as she reached between her legs and played in the mess between them, her fingers gliding over her clit and in between the wet lips. She smiled, “I think I’m going to cum one more time and then we can go back to your place. But I want to come back here tomorrow night, okay?“, she asked and I nodded before bending over and kissing her, sliding two fingers into her opened pussy.

She circled her clit with her fingers as I thrust my fingers in and out of her, the sound of her wetness filling the otherwise silent car. She kissed me hard as her hips began to rock against my strong hand and I pulled my fingers all the way out of her before slamming them back into her. She gasped before lifting her hips right off the bench, her legs trembling and I sat back slightly to watch her body respond to my touch and her touch.

She smiled at me as I watched her intently, my eyes bouncing from amazing feature to amazing feature – the curve of her breasts, the shape of her hips, the way her cheeks flushed with color. I held my fingers deep inside of her wriggling them as much as I could and she moaned as I watched her fingers work her clit. I couldn’t help but bend down slightly and push her hand out of the way with my lips, tasting the sweetness of her.

Her hand wrapped into my hair and pushed my lips harder onto her clit and she continued to thrust her hips wildly, her juices dripping all over my hand. I moaned as she pulled my hair and she suddenly froze, completely motionless. Her legs stopped quaking, she seemed to have stopped breathing, and her fingers sat flat on my head. I sucked gently on her clit and wiggled my fingers two or three times as a slight moan began to seep through her lips. I moaned again and her moans grew louder and louder as she began to buck against my lips frantically. Both hands went to my head and pushed me harder onto her clit and I pulled my fingers out of her and began lapping at the copious amounts of moisture that seemed to gush from between her legs. Her moan was so loud, I was sure someone would hear us, and it went on for a while, as she continued to push me into her.

She collapsed on the bench, her eyes closed and her hair messed with sweat. “Should I take you home now?“, I whispered. “To your place!“, she whispered, glancing up at me before closing her eyes again. “Are you going to come sit up front with me?“, I asked, rubbing my hands up her legs and kissing her forehead. “Right behind you.“, she mumbled and I pulled my shirt on before opening the car door and backing out of it. I reached out my hand to her and she took it to sit up. It took her a minute to get her dress back over her head and she didn’t even bother with her shoes. She reached out her hand to me and I helped her out of the backseat.

I pulled her up to kiss me and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I asked, “You ready?” and she nodded before kissing me. I held her hand and walked her over to the passenger door, opening the door for her and making sure she didn’t hit her head on the way in. She giggled as she put her seat belt on and I closed the door before coming around to my own side. I crawled in and started the car and she rested her hand in my lap. I leaned over and kissed her and she sighed. Before we were even out of the parking lot, she was asleep beside me, as I drove back to my place.

The Writing - For Adults 18+

The Club – Part 1

The music in the club was pounding out a steady rhythm as lights flashed brightly revealing particles in the air. The crowd had gathered on the dancefloor, sticky from an hours worth of spilt drinks, the air around each one of us hot with the presence of more bodies. You could hardly wiggle to the left or step to the right the bodies were crammed so tightly.

I danced closely with my best friend Taryn, our drinks raised high in the air, while our hips gyrated back and forth. Her dress exposed more and more of her cleavage as she bobbed to the beat and I pushed up tightly against her to be able to feel them bounce. She turned around and my hands worked up from her hips to her breasts and she pushed them down as she bent over to tuck them back into her dress.

I slid my hand down her back and pulled her hips closer to mine, letting her feel the bulge forming in my pants. Her skirt began to rise and I caught a glimpse of her ass cheek before she turned around to face me again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her drink behind my head, and I wrapped my arms about her waist letting my hands rest gently on her lower back, sliding up and down as she continued to wind her hips.

A guy came up behind her and put his hands between her and me, pulling her closer to him. She rubbed up against him as he spoke in her ear. The music was so loud that I couldn’t hear a word he said, but I could see his lips moving, brushing against her neck. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and laughed loudly, as she pushed her hips forward onto me.

She turned around and wrapped her arms about the guy’s neck and he smiled directly at me. I felt like I should leave them be and began to walk away, but Taryn reached out and pulled me back behind her. She let her head fall back on my shoulder, just like she had done with him, and half-yelled at me, “Just go with it!“, and she grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts and the other guy’s hands moved down her body and around to her ass, his hand ever so slightly rubbing against me.

My hands explored the curves of her upper body, squeezing one breast and then pushing my hand down over the other, gripping right below her heaving tips as she grinded skillfully against me. She turned around to face me and kissed me hard as the other guy, sweat dripping from his forehead, grabbed hard at her ass before pulling her against him two or three times in a thrusting motion. I knew how hard she had made me, I can only imagine how hard he must’ve been.

Dancing always made Taryn incredibly horny, so it was no surprise that she was responding like this. She pushed her breasts into me and continued to kiss my lips and neck, sticking her ass out further and further to rub against the guy whose hands were all over her body, running down the sides of her legs and up under her breasts and up through her hair.

He squatted down and put his face right between her ass cheeks and my mouth hung open in shock at how forward he was being. I stopped moving entirely when Taryn reached behind her and shoved his head harder between her cheeks and I glanced frantically at the uncaring crowd around us as he stood and undid his pants pulling out his thick cock.

She smiled at me and pulled herself upright against me, until her whole body was pressed against mine. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass cheeks and said, “Hold on tight!“, as the guy behind her gently slid his cock into her. She moaned out loud although no one could hear her the music was so loud. The guy grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, and began kissing her neck.

I watched for a minute, unsure of what to do, feeling slightly uncomfortable as his hips and pants bucked against her bare ass, which I gripped firmly. She grabbed my head and directed it to her chest, where I frantically licked and kissed the flesh as it bounced to my lips. The guy pushed her harder and harder against me in slower and longer thrusts, and she pushed her ass further out to meet him. He let go of her hair and her head fell onto my shoulder, her hands on my lower back and her lips laying soft kisses on my collarbone.

I moved my hands to her back, one in her hair and the other just below her shoulder. I continued to rock her back and forth slowly as the other guy pulled her dress down slightly and walked away. I watched him intently, curious as to what he was doing, until he disappeared into the pulsing crowd.

She said into my neck, “I need some air“. She pushed herself off of me and grabbed my hand before turning and walking away. I followed her through the group of people, our bodies mushed together covered in sweat. We walked down the long hall out of the building, full of people leaning against walls with hands travelling to unknown places. Taryn let go of my hand as we reached the door and she pushed it open with both hands.

The air outside was cool and a light breeze blew over us, sending a shiver down my spine. She walked down a ramp and went across the parking lot and sat on steps directly across from the door of the club. She patted the cement beside her and smiled brightly at me. I smiled and sat beside her, wrapping my arm around her just in case she was cold.

I asked, “How’s your night going?” and she smiled up at me, “Amazing!” and I inquired, “Did he really fuck you?!” and she nodded and then laughed exaggeratedly. “You wanna feel?“, she asked, her eyes twinkling. I nodded vigorously, never knowing if I would ever get an opportunity like this again. She opened her legs wide, revealing that she wasn’t actually wearing any underwear – even though I had assumed she was wearing a thong or something – and she waited for me to move. I tried but I couldn’t. My hands seemed to be frozen in my lap and I just sat there staring blankly at her.

She giggled and grabbed my hand, placing it on her leg and then pushing it up under her dress. It only took a gentle nudge before my fingers were instinctively doing the rest and I gently worked my way up her inner thigh before sliding my finger inside of her. She was soaking wet and I recognized the texture of cum right away. She giggled while I wiggled my finger back and forth. I felt like I should remove my hand, since I had already felt his load inside of her, but when I went to pull away, she whispered, “Not yet!” and I roughly pushed my finger back inside of her.

She wrapped her hand behind my head and turned my lips to meet hers and I rubbed my thumb against her clit. She closed her legs as a car drove by, enclosing my hand between her legs inside of her wet pussy and I moaned at how tight she felt. “I want to fuck you, right now“, she whispered and I stopped moving, “Where? Now?” and she nodded, “Here! Yes!” and I smiled not understanding what she meant.

She knelt on the step in front of me and smiled, her eyes flickering in the yellow of the streetlight, her breasts heaving dramatically. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her lips to mine and consumed her in a deep and passionate kiss. Her hands went eagerly to my zipper and she worked my raging cock out of my pants. She looked down and smiled widely up at me, before quickly placing her lips around my shaft. I moaned and gently pushed her further and further down until she had taken every last inch of me.

She pulled her mouth off of my cock and straddled me on the steps, lowering herself upon me until she was firmly resting in my lap. My hands held the back of her dress down as she gently rocked against me, pushing her boobs up to meet my waiting tongue. I thrust my hips ever so slightly and let my fingers make their way under her dress to feel the flesh of her rear, still ensuring her dress was pulled down to cover her – although she didn’t seem to care.

She whispered in my ear, as she left little kisses, “Are you ready to go back and dance?” and every limb of my tense body went completely limp. I was so close to cumming, I didn’t want to stop, but she stood up before I could say anything and wriggled about as she pulled her dress down and adjusted her hair. I quickly shoved my cock back into my pants, struggling to make him fit through the now too tiny hole he had come out of. She giggled and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace, and I plopped my chin on her shoulder.

Read The Club – Part 2

This post is intended for adults 18+

Back to Authenticity

Ever since my serious bout of depression, I’ve been a person who spends a lot of time analyzing my emotions or problems or symptoms, until I can understand their source. I don’t think I was ever taught this particular tool in any of the counselling I had ever been through – usually the focus was on eliminating the worry entirely from the get-go, like the common “worry about it later” strategy. I find the whole method flawed because eventually, I have to let myself worry and then what do I do with that?

So, I decided to spend some time with my worry. Really get to know it. Get to know it so well that it can’t hurt me anymore. I’ve figured out all the possible scenarios, from the good to the absolute worst, so there’s no surprises (though I’m not saying, in anyway, that I don’t come out of it surprised every time!). And while the whole process of worry is probably the worst part of my day-to-day struggle, because I tend to worry about the stupidest things, and while the analyzing only helps to a degree on comfort levels, it’s my process.

So, for weeks now, I’ve been dealing with this lowered sex drive issue. I’ve spent more than a few hours of almost every day contemplating the source of the change. I’ve tried writing so many posts about this, especially through the last few sexperiences, and I just keep getting completely stuck because I haven’t figured it out yet. I haven’t figured out what happened, what changed, or what’s causing it.

The first few days, my theory was one of two things: (1) It burnt out. My sex drive had been in overdrive for so long, I had been so wanting and so desperate for so long, that my body and mind needed a physical break and so I burnt out or (2) It faded away. For even longer than I’ve been blogging, I’ve been talking about a strong desire to have kinky sex and my inability to receive it. I’ve blogged about my complacency towards my “authentic sexual self” on many occasions. I had been so neglectful and so disappointed so many times, that my soul said no and the drive faded away – since it decided it wasn’t being used anyways…

Last night, I was browsing through my Tumblr. And it occurred to me, as it usually does anytime I’m viewing any type of porn, that it’s almost impossible to find stuff that doesn’t involve anal sex in the mainstream easy-to-access porn world. And as you all know, because I talk about it all the time, I’ve always desperately wanted to be an anal whore but the reality is that I don’t really like anal sex very much. I find it to be an uncomfortable experience, both physically and mentally, and I can count the number of times I’ve successfully had anal sex on one hand. As I scrolled through at least a hundred pictures of girls taking it in the ass like champs, it occurred to me that my “authentic sexual self” does not include anal sex.

If I’m being truly honest with myself, the mere fact that The Boyfriend has been able to sustain my interest via his interest for so long, is a serious shock. I have a rule – try everything thricely – and once that’s done and you’ve decided you don’t like it, abandon it. Well, I did my three times, I did more than my three times. Trying to force myself to stay interested in anal sex is keeping me further and further away from being my “authentic sexual self“, especially being that I’m not getting any of the “taboo” things that I want. I’m giving and not receiving and that is not in alignment with authenticity!

Yesterday, The Boyfriend spent the whole day talking about how he has intended to have morning sex and various things have held it back, mostly the fact that I’ve been wearing pants for the last few days. So, he hinted heavily that I should ensure that I made it easy for him and that I did. When he crawled into bed this morning, I felt uninterested. Highly uninterested and half-hoped that he would just fall asleep. I’ve never experienced that before. Although, I’ll have to say that I’m glad that he didn’t!

When he first touched me, I didn’t feel anything anywhere, except for comfort at his touch. No arousal. When he reached between my legs, I was absolutely flabbergasted that I was wet, because I had felt like I was completely un-aroused and dry. The sex was amazing, even as I was half asleep and he was exhausted, the morning spooning is always a great time. We slept for many hours after that wrapped up in each other’s arms and it was a wonderful way to end/start the day (depending on whose perspective you were viewing the day from).

I went for a drive with my Mom this afternoon and sat staring out the window, contemplating. I came home and woke The Boyfriend up and sat, contemplating. Then, a thought came to me. It’s as if my mind and vagina are not communicating at all right now. When I’m aroused mentally, my brain isn’t sending that signal to my vagina. And when my vagina is soaking with arousal, it’s not sending the aroused signal to my brain. It’s as if I’ve disconnected the two organs – where they used to work in tandem and now they’re working separately.

I thought back on the last few sexperiences and how I struggled to describe the type of disconnectedness I felt through the whole thing, even though The Boyfriend was working as hard as he ever does and even though it was enjoyable sex, I just felt so disconnected from the experience of it. And maybe it’s this huge combination of all these things.

Maybe I’ve been too complacent about becoming my “authentic sexual self” and maybe that has caused a major change in the way my brain and genitals communicate. Maybe to correct the situation, I need to re-discover who I am sexually and what my sexuality means. I mean, you do have to take into consideration that sometime ago, I went from defining myself as being “bi-curious” to now defining as “unsure” across the sexual board. Maybe it’s time to be un-unsure!