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#StoryIn12 - July

This month, I have, once again been playing along with the #StoryIn12 flash fiction meme on twitter, hosted by Molly (aka @mollysdailykiss) and Wriggly Kitty (aka @Wriggly_Kitty).
Here are this month’s contributions:
Revival – The warm summer sunlight inspired a much needed revival of her spirits.Voyage – His lips slowly explored her soft skin; a voyage of intimate discovery.Raw – The pain of loss was still fresh; the wound was still raw.Improvement – My mood was still dark; medication had failed to make any improvement.Underline – Her rapid breathing only served to underline the effects of his tongue.Button – He undid one button, then another; moving slowly, inexorably towards his goal.Visible – Vulnerable, exposed, naked and visible; the attention caused a shiver of anticipation.Summer – Summer is often the hardest time to be alone with your thoughts.Building – He lived behind walls; building them higher to keep out the world.Bridge – Today’s present is the swaying bridge between yes…

Word for Wednesday - Lust

Lust /luhst/
noun
intense sexual desire or appetite.uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite.a passionate or overmastering desire or craving verb
to have intense sexual desire.to have a yearning or desire; have a strong or excessive craving. Lust: it is, as we know, one of the seven deadly sins but it is also one of humanity’s oldest and most primal drives.
Lust transcends mere want, it is a deep-seated need that drives us. It is a drive so basic, so fundamental that possibly only the needs to breath, eat and drink are more important.
We express lust through desire, the “courtship” rituals of attraction, flirtation and seduction. It is fuelled by own own need for sexual gratification and yet, we choose to share it, to revel in the needs and hungers of our partners; to combine their lust with ours and build something even more intense.
The physical expression of lust, the joining of two bodies in sexual union, the collision of flesh, the embrace of souls as we enjoy ourselves an…

Summer Past

It was the last weekend in August of the long summer between leaving school and starting university. The girl in question and I had already shared a number of firsts and today would be another.
We lived near a loch. During the week, I made some extra money by rowing anglers back and forth across its surface as the plied their luck at landing trout or salmon. At the loch’s wider, southern end, there was a small island on which stood a dilapidated folly, built by some 18th Century laird to impress someone or other, but was now mostly ruin chocked with Ivy and Rowan.
That Saturday afternoon was particularly warm and sunny and I rowed us across to the island for a “picnic”.
In our defence, we did bring food, but the reality was we just wanted to get away and spend time together.
Having rowed the 200 metres to the island and having securely moored the rowing boat to the old stone jetty, we gathered our stuff and headed towards a clearing near the ruined tower.
Once there, we spread our bla…

The Ethics Of Writing Filth

Over the past few days, there has been an interesting discussion going on about whether or not, those of us who write erotic fiction should include condom use and promote safe sex, generally. It all began with this tweet from the lovely May from Sex Matters: I have a question for my fellow fiction bloggers. @AuroraGloryBlog liked my #smutmarathonstranger-sex entry but wished I had included a condom. When I wrote it I thought about that but felt it would distract from the urgency and general erotic vibe of the story — May More (@more_matters) July 20, 2018
The discussions have been both illuminating and interesting, and pretty much every view has been covered. This post is where I pull my thoughts together and present them in a way that a 240 character restriction just doesn’t allow me to do.
First and foremost, as with so many things, I don’t think there is a right or a wrong answer to this particular question. I haven’t gone back through all of my stories but I’m reasonably sure tha…

Word for Wednesday - Doppelgänger

Doppelgänger /daw-puh l-geng-er/
noun
a ghostlydouble or counterpart of a livingperson I sometimes wonder where the Zen Nudist ends and Kilted Wookie begins; or indeed where they both end and the “real” me begins.
I have written before about how the Zen Nudist/Kilted Wookie dichotomy came to be but, I am an extreme compartmentaliser by nature. Every facet of my life is neatly filed away in its own space. I have cultured different online personae for different aspects of my personality so that each has its own voice and its own place in the world.
Some of you may follow all of my various online incarnations, some may follow only one. Those of you who know me by more than one of my identities will almost certainly notice that, no matter who much I try to keep them apart, there is a degree of overlap and a number of common themes that are an inevitable consequence of “us” all inhabiting the same consciousness.
The truth is, I am, of course, the sum of all of those aspects and more. I am a…

Thoughts On Nipple Play

A couple of weeks back, the lovely Posy Churchgate included me in the following tweet in relation to “Nipplegasms”. People with nipples!! (yep that’s got your attention!) I want to write a piece about “nipplegasms”.
I’ve almost had one, but could any of you share your experiences with me? A DM would be great or e-mail to posy.churchgate@gmail.com Thanks so much for helping me out! — Posy Churchgate (@PosyChurchgate) July 4, 2018
Sadly, at the time, I wasn’t really in the best of places and so never got involved in the ensuing discussion, and while it’s a little bit after the fact, I thought I would add my thoughts on the matter anyway.

When It comes to nipple play, for me at least, there is a world of difference depending on whether I am the player or playee.

I love playing with women’s nipples. Kissing them, licking them, sucking them, biting them, squeezing them, teasing them. If you can do it to a nipple, I’ve probably done it.

I love the way women react when I pay particular att…

On Her Knees

The woman on her knees; it’s almost a staple image of the D/s scene; particularly in the CMNF sub-genre.
But, as much as it can play towards submissive tropes, it is not a depiction of weakness; in fact it is often quite the opposite.
To be greeted in this fashion, is to be greeted by a woman who knows what she wants. Yes, she is attentive to my needs and desires, but her nakedness and readiness imply a hunger and need of her own. The woman kneeling is in control of her wants; her nakedness is a statement of intent. She is ready, she is willing. Yes, she wants me to take pleasure in being with her, but it is very much a statement of the urgent need of her pleasure.
She may employ the language of meekness. She ask things in submissive terms like “Would Sir like His cock sucked?” In reality she is saying “I want your cock in my mouth. I want suck it and then I want you to fuck me, to take me and give me the climax I need”.
My state of almost full dress is as much a declaration of her po…

Word for Wednesday - Eulogy

Eulogy /yoo-luh-jee/
noun
a formal speech or piece of writing praising a person or thing, esp a person who has recently died high praise or commendation. Like many people, I was shocked and deeply saddened when Mal announced the news of the passing of M from Cammies on The Floor
This isn’t the first tribute to M that members of our community have left, and I’m positive it won’t be the last.
Given the shock that came of the loss of her sister, A, all too recently, M's passing is that little bit harder to come to terms with and process.
We never met. Our only interaction was through this community of ours, sharing our words and pictures on our blogs, and chatting on Twitter.
M's photos were always wonderfully composed and exquisitely executed. Her words depicted a warm-hearted, thoughtful and caring person with a wonderful sense of humour and an eye for the ridiculous.
As fellow sufferers from the often debilitating illness that is depression, she often gave me support that sh…

Women Shouldn't Need To Play Rape Roulette

I’ve never really been a fan of any of the Murdoch media outlets, but the following tweet by @SkyNews was a new low even by their standards: A city worker has been jailed for raping a drunk woman in an alleyway in London Bridge https://t.co/22xjtCBfdt — Sky News (@SkyNews) July 5, 2018
Judging by the comments, I’m not the only person who took issue with this sloppy “journalism” (assuming it can even be dignified by the word).
Surely, the only headline necessary was: Man convicted of raping woman Or, maybe since they drew attention to the fact that the victim had been drinking: Man convicted of raping vulnerable woman Either way, the point is that it is the woman who is the victim, not the man. The man is a criminal, nothing less. The only person culpable for his crime is him.
Women have been making this point since the beginning of time, but it’s is long since time that us Y-chromosomed types got involved too.
Lets make this quite clear: Flirting does not equal consent“Suggestive” beh…

For Your Viewing Pleasure

I’ve mentioned before how, as a result of depression and the medication I take, masturbation is not something that features very highly on my list of sexual activities. Having said that, however, watching a partner masturbate, either in person or across some form of video link, is one of life’s underrated simple pleasures.
Part of it is that it is something that is almost entirely passive from my point of view. Other than perhaps murmuring words of encouragement, my role is simply to watch and enjoy the view as it unfolds. I get to concentrate on those little details: the sounds she makes, the involuntary movements, the flinches, the tics as she pleasures herself. I get to watch the changing expression on her face as her body responds, her arousal deepens and her climax approaches and finally breaks over her.
Of course, by this point I am usually so turned on myself that, assuming I am with her and not watching her remotely via video, the chances are we will probably have a seriously …

#StoryIn12 - June

So once again I’ve been playing along with the #StoryIn12 flash fiction meme on twitter, hosted by Molly (aka @mollysdailykiss) and Wriggly Kitty (aka @Wriggly_Kitty). The challenge, if you didn’t know, is to write a “complete” story in exactly 12 words, that includes the prompt.
Here are mine for June:
Tap – Tap… Tap… Tap… He waited, impatiently, for her to obey his command.Dome – Beneath the Cathedral’s marbled dome, they proclaimed their devotion to each other.Singer – Just like a siren, the singer lured her victims to their doom.Provoke – Provoke me once more and you will feel the leather’s sharp kiss.Self – It was the hardest loss to bear, the loss of one’s self.Acquaintance – In the beginning she was an acquaintance, now she is a lover.Absolute – The destruction was absolute. His world could now be made as new.Absent – No one had missed him. Being absent wasn’t so bad after all.Magazine – Dust gathered on the magazine, lying unread and unwanted on the shelf.Humanity – Humanity, h…