The Erotic Edge

My Turn (via Bondageboy’s Blog)

JD — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 08:28:19 +0000

I like his style…check it out…

Even though we both had cum, me once & my Goddess multiple times, we were both still extremely aroused. I had all sorts of delicious tortures in mind as my Goddess lay supine on the bed & I fastened the ropes she had used to bind me to her arms & legs. I also tightened up the ropes so she was pulled spread eagle & even took care to adjust the leg bonds so that her legs were spread apart even farther than mine…to allow me unbridl … Read More

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Hot For Teacher

JD — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 13:12:21 +0000

I had been sitting in the front of the class while you taught, making sure I got a seat front and center where you would have to practically fall over me. I came to your Stats class ready to cause a disturbance, dressed in what I figured would surely muddle your mind through the entire class period—a white blouse with no bra underneath, opened low to show cleavage, a thin red cardigan to disguise contemplatingthe fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra, the shortest red-plaid pleated school-girl skirt, white knee high nylons and white high-heeled shoes. You weren’t getting much teaching accomplished, mainly because you were having a hard time focusing while I alternated running my hand down inside my shirt, then sitting back in my chair with my legs open to expose the white cotton panties under my skirt. To make it even hotter for you I kept rubbing my hand up the length of my thigh, letting it disappear under the skirt.

By the end of your class you looked like you were sweating, and you beckoned for me to come to your desk as the other students filed out of the room. You pretended to be showing me something in the text book until the last student was gone. Then you casually strolled over to the door and locked it. I stood in front of your desk with a wide-legged stance, waiting for your instructions, sliding my hand up and down my inner thigh as you turned and approached me. You started rubbing your beard, looking me over with a distinct glint of mischief in your eyes. You walked towards me slowly, like you were contemplating what you wanted me to do next, slithering your eyes around the contours of my body.

“Turn around and lean over the desk,” you finally commanded, as you loosened your tie and unbuttoned your shirt.

I obeyed, leaning over the desk to comply, with my legs spread apart and my ass presented to you. I felt the heat of your body behind me, and then your hot hands slowly caressing up the length of my thighs under the skirt and all the way up to my ass. You slid your hands over the flesh of my cheeks feeling around then under the small piece of cotton material. You snaked your hands around to the front of my thighs, finding your way to my mound, as you pull my ass into your crotch. I felt the unmistakable protrusion of your stiffened dick grinding into me, as you continued to let your fingers explore inside my panties, finding your way inside my now swollen lips, stopping to brush over the fully engorged clit. My body had an immediate response as you shoved your finger inside, slowly pushing past the tight muscular wall and withdrawing with a deliberate cadence, causing a flood of wetness to start to flow.

I couldn’t help but moan out, feeling the heat and tension building between my thighs, but you pressed me into the desk and leaned over to whisper in my ear, telling me not to make any noise, or risk being punished. You slapped my ass, then ordered me to get on the desk, as you pulled back and waited for me to push myself onto the smooth, polished oak surface. I knocked whatever papers were there off onto the floor, scooting my ass back to the edge of the desk leaning my torso back on my elbows.

“What do you want me to do now teacher?” I purred, anticipating your next move.

You pulled my thighs apart, positioning yourself between them, unbuttoning the last buttons of my blouse to open it and expose the smooth cocoa skin of my breasts.

“You just lay here while I punish this hot pussy, but you better not make any noise, or I’ll have to punish you.”
You licked and sucked my neck, letting your tongue travel down to my stiffened nipples , taking turns on each of them, pulling them between your lips and dousing them with your hot tongue. Again my body responded, sending electrified jolts through my veins and causing the heat to build deep in my core. I felt myself getting wetter as my clit beat against the thin cotton material, begging to be touched. Your moist, hot lips draped around each nipple had my hips grinding into your hips harder, pushing me closer to an exciting climax with each lick. But before I could erupt, you started to kiss down the center of my body, tickling my skin with your beard.
Your head disappeared under my skirt, as you grabbed my thighs and placed your hot mouth over the crotch of my panties, sucking my clit right through the material. I almost screamed out, but remembered your order of being quiet. You stood up, ripping the cotton barrier off my hips and down my thighs and legs, revealing my enflamed labia. You grabbed my legs, kissing down one until your head was back under my pushed up skirt with your hot breath blowing on my excited clit. Your tongue touched me lightly, just enough to tease me, as you explored my lips, making sure to miss touching the protruding hood. The hot tongue toyed at the opening of my dripping slit, dabbing at it, licking over it, but not pushing inside. I was about to lose control and groan out loud, not able to withstand the sensation being driven into my pussy as you continued your tease. I leaned back on the desk, grabbing the sides for support to push my hips up into your face deeper, trying to force your tongue inside me, but you were in total control, lapping your tongue only where you decided to put it.

Finally, after driving me insane, you put your lips on my clit, kissing it gently, then licking and sucking it until I thought I would come out of my skin. Your touch was soft and gentle, bathing the sensitive area with the heat of your lips, building heat inside my pussy walls. Your tongue found its way back to my aching gateway, this time plunging inside, twirling in and out and feasting on the hot juices that were flowing around it. My body was in a frenzy, hot, writhing, aching for your tongue to slide in deeper. You licked and sucked and your tongue stroked until I couldn’t hold back the pressure that had built any longer, and I erupted into an orgasmic spasm, nearly suffocating you as my thighs pulled inward in response to the powerful waves of ecstasy. You pushed my thighs back apart and continued your assault, driving me to another orgasm.

I could barely breathe, as I gyrated my hips against your face, feeling your tongue fucking me and stroking me through the wetness. My body was on fire, and now dying to feel your dick sliding up in me in the same fashion as your talented tongue. You must have been having the same thought, because you let my thighs go, and started wrestling with your buckle, fumbling to get your pants open as your mouth continued to feast.

Before you could get your pants completely opened, we both were startled by a knock at your door. You stopped cold, spinning around to look at the tall shadow on the other side of the frosted glass door.

“Shit, somebody’s out there,” you grunted, grabbing at your clothes.

You quickly closed your pants back up, and motioned to me to get up, which I was already in the process of. The interloper knocked again, but you ignored the sound, pulling my body against yours and planting your lips on mine, allowing me to taste the flavor with a long, passionate kiss. I buttoned my blouse back up, while you retrieved my panties from the floor and handed them to me, holding on to them for a second.

“Next time, I’m going to punish this juicy pussy with my cock, so be ready for your next lesson after class. Whoever it was left, so you’d better hurry before somebody else comes along.”

You shoved your fingers back between my legs, rubbing over my swollen and abused clit.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on your hot ass again,” you growled.

I grinned, grabbed my bag and sashayed to the door, now thinking about my next after class session with your hot, probing cock between my pussy lips…

e[lust] 13 Here!

JD — Thu, 20 May 2010 02:06:14 +0000

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #14? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Stuck – Since I first saw the picture he sent me I have had this visual stuck in my head, like a sweet thing lingering in the mouth…. wrists bound, tied to headboard–ankles bound, tied to baseboard– naked, exposed

Animalistic - I grabbed the back of your ponytail like I owned you. No protest. Only a moan. Fuck, how aroused were you? Even your kiss was desperate, wet, passionate; your body was on fire and it showed.

A Hot Afternoon – She took Grady’s hand and guided it between her legs. Grady’s instinct kicked in as soon as she touched Hatty’s tender clit and felt the wetness gathered there.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Confessional: Fixation/Addiction – In porn, both video and photo, I have little interest in the men. It’s the women who get my full attention, who arouse me. I seek them out. I flick past hetero couplings, bored. Blow jobs? Meh. Oh wait, close-up of her pussy? Her coming? Ok I’ll watch now.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Thanks for the mansplanation, but I greatly prefer my vibrator – His views on female masturbation (derived, clearly, from absolutely nothing legitimate) are so fucked up, so irritating, and so detrimental, that I want to punch him in the face. It is, truly, mansplaining at its finest.

See also: Pleasurists #75 and #76 for all your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Pondering

An I thought us girls were supposed to be the confusing sex?

I get ragingly horny watching gay porn

What counts as kinky?

What Is Romance

Why We Swing

Sex News, Interviews, Politics and Humor

Strip Club Series – Part One – Club Super Sexe

Kink & Fetish

An Anal Fairy Tale

How I Turned My (Ex)Husband Into a Pervert Pt.1

In Her Place

Kinky

Love that Thang He Does

On Productivity, Insanity and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

Rights and Responsibilities

Erotic Writing

For your prompt review

Gardening

Glass Elevators

Haze

In The Boardroom With Brock

Microfantasy Monday, week 77: Rain, part 2

Monday Morning Flash – “Homebaking”

One of the Hottest Moments I Had as a Prostitute

Keeping It In The Family – Erotica

JD — Fri, 07 May 2010 13:39:42 +0000

His room was dark, with all his shades and blinds still closed. I walked across the floor with the laundry basket on my hip, right along the foot of his bed, when I noticed the lump reflecting in the mirror. There he was, stretched out across the bed, uncovered, butt naked, with his hand wrapped around his erection. I nearly jumped at the discovery, since he was supposed to be gone, not here to tempt me. He was lying there spread eagled, with his other hand draped over his nipple. It was the hottest thing I had laid my eyes on, even though I saw my husband lying naked in my bed every day. Ramon looked like he was posed for a magazine, with his lips slightly parted…Read the rest here…

e[lust]y! 12

JD — Wed, 05 May 2010 04:49:12 +0000

Photo courtesy of Emmy

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Flesh – Her mind awash with the thought of fucking. The smell of his scent stirring her cunt, her skin alive and encased by lust.

Putting energy in – Play is energising, at its best; so when both of you are tired, sex or spanking can be a way to get away from it all, rejuvenate your emotional connection and stimulate body and brain with a flood of hormones and endorphines.

A Rude Awakening – In the depths of the night, I half wake to the feel of her cool skin wrapping itself around my back. Soft breasts pushing against my ribs and her groin moulding itself to my buttocks.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Shouldn’t – It always starts off so inconspicuously. Innocent, like the sort of teasing that might occur now and then between any other pair of friends who share a hint of attraction to each other.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Comfort – She’s so strong and yet, when we lie down together, she makes herself small and vulnerable for me. ”Hold me” she says in a tiny voice

See also: Pleasurists #73 and #74 for all your sex toy review needs.

Peruse the entire digest here…

In The Board Room With Brock – Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #8

JD — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 04:45:24 +0000

He grabbed my chin in his hand, pulling my head to his slowly, I closed my eyes and touched my lips to his, feeling the moist, warm surface meeting with mine. It was a sweet kiss the first time, with both of us pulling back to look into each others eyes, almost like we were looking for signs from each other that we should stop. But we didn’t stop, because the next kiss was wild and full of passion. Brock grabbed me and pushed me on his desk, pressing his body on top of mine, as I wrapped my long legs around his waist. His lips and tongue were persistent, roaming from my lips to my neck to my chest. I was so hot…Read more of Tate’s latest adventure here…/

A Long Drive Home (erotica)

JD — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 13:44:35 +0000

He pulled up a blog site with a strange name to it, pecked a few times and clicked on a link. I watched, looking at his face and wondering just what the heck he had for me to see. Was he a serial killer? A rapist? An ex-con? I had all sorts of thoughts popping up in my head when he turned the laptop over to me, already cued to a story with a picture of two nude people in a very compromising position…Read more here…

Bubbleland (Erotic Short)

JD — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 04:40:48 +0000

I started to stand a little straighter as she approached me, feeling my growing erection straining against the prison of my jeans. Suddenly she was right on me, setting her bottle of water down on the washer, then rubbing her hands over my chest. She used me like a stripper’s pole, dancing around me, sliding up and down my thigh, grinding against me and gently massaging my increasing bulge. I was mesmerized by her audacity, captured by the allure of her smoldering movements, and thrilled to be used as her prop.

She dropped to her knees in front of me blowing a stream of hot air right on my crotch, then she rose slowly, grabbing the hem of my shirt with her teeth and pulling it up as she slid her hands along the planes of my abs and up to my pecs. I felt obligated to help her, gently pulling the shirt from her pretty luscious lips and over my head, revealing the well defined physique I knew she would appreciate…Read more here…

*Story by JY Davis and Trip X

Against The Odds – Romantic Short

JD — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 04:03:29 +0000

I drove down the street with the music blasting, still feeling the exhilaration from my dance class. Now I was inspired to find new music, so I headed to my favorite place, Jay’s Music Room. Truth be told, I’d probably be going there anyway. I did love this store, because Jay had every type of music imaginable, including even hard to find vinyl from the old school days. But the real reason I spent so much time there was to feast my eyes upon Jay, just like all the other women who seemed to practically live there.

Jay looked like he was fashioned by the gods, tall, with a body chiseled in stone muscular perfection, a smile that could melt the Rock of Gibraltar, and multi-faceted smoky gray eyes that seemed to pick up the colors of the light moving through space like a kaleidoscope. Yes, he was something else, and he knew it… Read the rest here…

e[lust] #10!

JD — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 04:54:21 +0000

HNT Courtesy of Babe Lincoln

Welcome to e[lust] - The 10th edition! Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #11? Start with the rules, check out the schedule in the site’s sidebar and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates! ~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Negotiation – Not Nearly As Awkward As Having a Breakdown in Public -

All the worries about getting to know a new person (“Am I dressed ok? Are they gonna like my stories about my grandma?”) get exaggerated when you’re talking about sex and desire…

Dollar Store Domme – He definitely can’t elude the dollops of toothpaste I dab onto his nipples. It takes a delicious second before he feels the cool burn penetrate his flesh. By that time I’m already up and selecting a plastic spatula from the credenza. The Best of Both Worlds or Lost in Limbo? -

Whether intentional or unthinking, bisexual denial is a frustrating thing for bisexual, pansexual or ‘fluid’ people to have to deal with.

~ e[lust] Editress ~  Navigating Genderqueer in Suburbia – But pray tell how do the rest of us navigate it? How the hell am I supposed to know if you identify as male or just like dressing like one?

  ~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

The Daddy Issue: Sexualizing Abuse -

I needed to walk through this fear, and turn it into pleasure. I needed to prove to myself that he hadn’t broken me. That he hadn’t changed who I was to become. That I was not affected by what he did. That he didn’t abuse me.

See also: Pleasurists #69 and #70 for all your sex toy review needs.  Read the entire digest here…