TMI Tuesday #106 October 24, 2007
Posted by autumnseave in : Link Love, Sex and Sexuality , add a comment1. What are your 7 favorite tactile things that turn you on? Sex (like oral, or penetrative) cannot be an answer. (Examples: silk, light tickling, etc).
~ leather
~ water (like lakes and rivers)
~ rain
~ feather boas
~ satin
~ hair
~ silk
2. What are your non-genital errogenous zones and what do you like done to them?
My back - I love to have it scratched or tickled. When I get my back scratched I like it hard and my husband always thinks he’s going to hurt me. But I could have my back tickled for hours and never have enough.
3. What sounds get you sexually charged?
The sound of rain - better yet, a thunderstorm!
4. After losing your virginity, what is the longest you’ve gone without penetrative sex?
About a year and a half to two years. And that was right after losing my virginity because it was a horrible experience with a chauvinistic pig who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
5. What is your least favorite sexual position? Why don’t you like it?
69 - it just does nothing for me. I’d rather concentrate fully on my partner or have him concentrate fully on me. I’m not great at multi-tasking so I guess threesomes might not be a great thing for me hey? Unless of course they are both focused on me…
Bonus (as in optional):If you could sexually dominate or submit to 5 people - any 5, currently living or deceased - which 5 would it be?
Dominate:
~ Britney Spears
~ Drew Barrymoore
Submit to:
~ Storm Large
~ Angelina Jolie
~ Manny Ramirez
(I had to throw one guy in there!)
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Touch Me Babe October 23, 2007
Posted by autumnseave in : Contest, Sex and Sexuality, Relationships , 2commentsThe first person to send an email to inkyblueallusions @ inkyblueallusions.net and tell me who sang that song, the title, and the name of the album it was on will be the winner of a free e-book of my choice!
This contest has been won (yes, already) by Selena! Congrats girl!
There is something that is just so erotic about touch. Lots of people forget to slow down and just enjoy touching each other. The slow gentle caress of a lover’s hand as it moves over your body is so sensuous. It helps you to feel connected to each other and it prevents walls from building between you.
Sometimes touching someone can discover ticklish zones but that’s not a bad thing. Tickling is very sensuous and erotic as well. A light tickling wakes up the nerve endings which make you more prone to becoming aroused. This tends to be very true in women especially, but lots of guys like it, too. A light tickling along often forgotten erogenous zones like the back, the thighs, the arms, or the stomache can make you feel alive and alert like you’ve never felt before. Personally, I love, love, love to have my back tickled whether it is as a form of foreplay or just for fun.
Here’s a little game for couples to play:
Spend some time together the next time you are alone and see who caves first. Run your fingers up the inner curve of her waist, around the swell of her breast (don’t touch her nipples yet though), past her armpit, and then down her arm. Let your palm caress her face and then work your way back down again. Go all the way down to the tips of her toes. You’ll soon have her squirming in your arms. Girls, try this on your guy, too. You might have to tie him up first but what the hell right?
Touching is one of the most intimate things you can do. Even if you don’t have time or energy to make love or get into a raunchy sex session, touching each other in a sincere and meaningful way is a great way to show your partner how much you care and help them relax at the same time. It reminds them that no matter what they are going through they have someone beside them that supports them and will be with them through the whole thing is - whatever it might be.
And guys, if your lady doesn’t seem so “in the mood” lately, try this on her but don’t let it turn into sex. She might want it to but make it clear that you want her to “get a good night’s rest and just relax.” It’s not about you, it’s about her. Do this 3 or so times during a week and it will be almost a sure thing that on the weekend when the kids get to bed she’ll be almost ready to jump you!
Why Write for Free? October 21, 2007
Posted by admin in : Inky Blue Allusions News , add a commentWriters all over the net and in many genres are debating about the concept of writing for free. There are many writers who are against it under any circumstances and they have their own reasons. However, submitting a short story or multiple stories to be published on several websites can have its benefits.
- Publicity. Everyone who wants to make money needs to have publicity. There are many opportunities for a paid advertising such as paying for clicks (like with Google Adsense) or paying to have an ad on a site. But there aren’t as many ways to get free publicity. Letting another story publish one of your stories with links back to your blog, your web site, or places that you want to bring attention to on the net gives you one option for free publicity.
- Traffic. If you have a blog or a web site that you want to get traffic you need to have incoming links. Shared links are good (when you link to me and I link to you) but one way links are better. Most places that give a link in exchange for a story do not require you to link back to them.
- You retain all rights to your story. That means you can request the story to be removed at any time and submit it elsewhere.
- Published clips. If you are a new writer, this gives you a place to direct editors to your work.
While some may find that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, it all depends on your purposes.
With that in mind, Inky Blue Allusions has changed its publishing policies. We are still publishing e-books and serials for which writers will recieve a percentage of sales. However, to keep our Free Stories section hopping, we are not paying for stories. We encourage writers who are interested in getting published clips on the net or are interested in getting traffic to blogs or websites to submit stories for consideration. They can be of any length from 500 words and up.
So, what are you waiting for? Submit your stories with “Free stories submission” in the subject line, followed by the title of your story. Keep in mind please that we do still have submission guidelines. Click the button below to see the guidelines and the email for submissions.
NEW and IMPROVED Inky Blue Allusions Blog October 20, 2007
Posted by admin in : Inky Blue Allusions News , add a commentFor those of you who have come here from Dreams of an Erotica Queen blog and were readers there, I hope you will enjoy reading here just as much. I plan to keep everything the Dreams blog had and hope to implement some new stuff. I am also hoping that some of the IBA writers will choose to participate in this blog so that you can get to know them all a bit better.
Over the next few weeks I’ll be moving over some of the posts from the Dreams blog, but only the ones I really want to keep. If you’re curious as to what was there, then please feel free to browse through at the Dreams of an Erotica Queen blog. I won’t be removing it but you know how blogger can be so don’t be surprised if it is not there suddenly!
Now, some of you may be coming to this blog as a first time visitor to Inky Blue Allusions. If that is the case, you’ll find lots to keep you busy. Our main site, Inky Blue Allusions, is an erotica site that features short stories and e-books. Our books are primarily being sold through the Lulu IBA store so check it out on the Orders page. You’ll find Teasers of all the serials and e-books and we’re working on building on our Free Stories section as well. And don’t forget that Christmas is coming soon because our Personalized Stories are among the most affordable and unique presents that you can give to a loved one that shares your tastes in erotic reading! Until Christmas we’ll be sporadically giving away discounts and freebies so keep your eyes open!
Naughty Girls October 19, 2007
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They were best friends first. Then they were lovers. And eventually, they were everything in between.
Shamira and Coco lived together in a tiny little apartment in the Bronx that was still more than they could afford. They pulled whatever jobs they could to get by. But their poverty meant nothing to them because at least here they could be who they were and they could love each other freely. Well, more freely than they could in the small town that they grew up in.
When they were kids, they played in the sandbox, letting their dark skin become coated in a thin layer of dust. When they were pre-teens, they chased the boys down the streets with sticks waving above their heads because the boys had been under the jungle gym trying to get a peek at their panties. When they were teenagers they discovered the joys of girl kisses and everything that came after that and they never turned back.
Not even after the pictures came out.
One afternoon, about a week before graduation, they were at Coco’s house talking about how they were going to get out of this hick town and head for the big city. Coco was going to be a model and Shamira was going to be her agent and they were going to strike it rich and show everyone. As it often did, their talk turned into a makeout session that didn’t want to stop. Fortunately, Coco’s mom was working at the diner until late that night. But the sun felt so good on their skin that they didn’t want to close the blinds. No one ever came by Coco’s house anyway.
So they lay there in the sun and removed articles of clothing randomly, as their hands roamed over their bodies. Shamira loved playing with Coco’s nipples. She got off on how much the nipples stuck out when she pinched them. And she loved the taste of them as she rolled the hard points between her tongue and her top teeth. Coco lay beneath her, letting Shamira have her way, as she always did.
Shamira liked that Coco would let her do anything and she took advantage of it. She especially liked that Coco got off on pretty much anything she did. When Shamira got a cucumber from the fridge and slid a condom over it, Coco spread her legs to reveal her soft pink opening and gave herself up to her. And when Shamira slowly slid it inside, gradually giving her more, Coco pushed against it. And when she began to lick her clit, Coco came hard and fast, clenching her muscles against the cucumber so hard that she pushed it right out. Shamira liked to try new things so Coco was rarely surprised, but often challenged.
When Shamira stopped sucking at Coco’s nipples, Coco opened her eyes to see what Shamira had in mind. Shamira was poised above her. She straddled Coco sideways so that one knee was between her legs and the other was off to the side by her belly.
“Raise your hips,” Shamira commanded.
Coco did. Shamira placed a pillow beneath her bottom. The pillow tilted her open lips and brought them higher. Then Shamira began to tease her.
Ever so lightly, she let her own sex rub agains Coco’s. Their juices mingled and Coco took a breath inwards. Shamira had touched her down there plenty of times but never with her own open flesh. Gradually, Shamira brought herself closer and closer until their bodies danced together in the kind of dance that teachers break up at sock hops. Shamira continued her dance, circling her hips like she was in a Calypso parade. As her hands found Coco’s breasts again, Coco began to moan.
Pinching her nipples hard between both fingers, Shamira said, “I want you to come for me Coco. Come for me like you never have before. Come into me and be with me forever.”
Their grinding intensified and Shamira felt small tremors build within her. Coco was like an animal this time, bucking against her mound and raising her higher. Coco’s familiar sounding orgasm echoed through the room, immediately followed by Shamira’s more controlled one.
When Coco opened her eyes, she saw Jimmy and Sheldon at her window with a Polaroid camera.
“Get the fuck out of here you morons!” she screamed.
They never made it to graduation. They coudn’t after the photos were passed around the school, confiscated, and given to their parents. But they never regretted it. And now they were living one dream of being together and following another dream. Surely, Coco would be discovered any day now.
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The Case of the Red Bottomed Blonde October 18, 2007
Posted by admin in : Stories/E-books , add a commentFrom Achieving Ecstacy
by Katharine Tyler Brooks
She was a tall blonde who stalked the streets like a tigress in heat, hunting for the only fresh meat that would stay her hunger. I watched her from across the bar as she entered, her black stiletto heels clicking against the red linoleum floor. She looked too classy for the joint, but I could tell she’d been in places like this before, plenty of them. She was living under better circumstances now, but she remembered where she came from. She knew where to go to get what she wanted and how to get it when she got there.
The fat guy was tending bar tonight. He was polishing the glasses to match the shine on his head when she walked up and leaned across the bar. She said something in his ear and he turned and looked at me, pointing with the bar rag in his hand. She came my way.
She was wearing a trench coat and a hat with a wide brim. Some little blonde curls stuck out from under the edge. She smiled at me–the way the shark smiles at the smaller fish just before he takes a big bite out of them. I recognized her. She recognized me. The only question was if either of us was going to say so.
“Mr. Bogie?”
She knew damned well I was. She just stood there next to the chair like she was expecting me to be a gentleman. I pushed it out with my foot and gestured for her to sit down. She smirked at me and peeled off her coat just the way she used to peel off her dress down at Mickey’s, only this time there was no spotlight and the jukebox was playing a slow blues number instead of her old bump and grind.
She threw the hat on the table and took a seat. Blonde waves tumbled down over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was seeing a better class of hairdresser these days. The shades of blonde all blended together now instead of hanging in dried out clumps. Better manicurist, too. Instead of long, red claws, she now had shorter, more elegant nails. They were still painted red. She opened her black leather clutch bag and drew out a cigarette, holding it poised at her mouth, wanting me to light it. Okay, I’d play her game. I’d go along with it. I pulled out my old lighter, flicked it twice, and lit her cig.
“Got another one of those?”
She offered me the pack. I took one. I lit it myself.
I leaned across the table and looked her straight in the baby blues.
“Okay, sister, let’s have it. You know I don’t go for beating around the bush.”
She smiled, sly as always.
“You used to. Quite a few other places as well.”
Ha, ha, very funny, I thought. But I also thought about the old days, her, tied to my big ironwork headboard, naked as plucked bird, spread and waiting, ankles tied to the bed frame, eyes on me, begging—begging me for more. The sound of her voice brought me back to reality.
“I need you, Dick.”
I felt my soul lurch. Somewhere a part of me had waited to hear those words and in spite of my determination to stay cool, a part of me dared to hope she’d come to her senses and realized where she belonged, but her next words dashed that hope.
“I need your help.”
She didn’t want the man. I laughed at myself for thinking even a moment that she had. She wanted the detective, someone she could use and throw away the way she had before. Still, the prospect had its possibilities. Her eyes pleaded, just the way they had all that time ago when she was tied to the bed.
I leaned back in my seat and took a long drag from my butt, assessing the situation. Sure, she was gorgeous, maybe even more now that she’d seasoned a little. She was wearing a black evening gown, strapless, and her tits rose over the top like twin moons half above the horizon. Just looking at them made me want to weep over the memories, but I’m not the crying kind.
Her legs were as good as ever, too, at least from what I could see. The slit up the skirt of her dress only went up to mid thigh, but it was a pretty decent guess that what I couldn’t see was as good as what I could.
“Why me? Why now, after all these years? With the bucks you’ve got these days, you could buy yourself a fleet of Pinkertons. You don’t need me.”
She leaned forward, giving me a view of cleavage damned near to her navel.
“I need YOU, Dick. You’re the only one I can trust.”
“Like you trusted me back then when you walked out on me?”
“I was scared, Dick, scared of what I was becoming. I couldn’t get enough of you, enough of it.
The more you beat me, the more I wanted. You were my addiction, my drug. I had to kick it.”
“It’s called being a masochist. It’s what you are, baby. It’s what you’ll always be. You need it rough and you need a guy who’s man enough to give it to you that way.”
“I was losing myself.”
“Were you? Or did you find yourself and was the self you found just too hard to admit to?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t know then and maybe I never will. I just knew I had to leave you.”
“You’re only half a woman without me, doll. You know that. You’ll never be the woman you really are without a man strong enough to put his hand to your ass when you need it.”
That broke her. She’d had enough. She stood up and clutched the black leather bag to her body. I could see her holding back tears. Or maybe just pretending to. She hung her head and turned away from me.
“It was a mistake to come here.”
“Glad you don’t need me to tell you.”
“I’m sorry I bothered you. Forget you ever saw me.”
“You can bet on it.”
Then she walked out of my life. Again.
I’d told her I’d forget her, but the lady was hard to forget. I still hadn’t forgotten her from the first time. I’d had other girls before her. I’d had plenty of girls since. But nobody was ever like her. Nobody ever would be. She’d been the sweetest little pain slut any man could ever ask for. Tall and voluptuous, with tits the size of grapefruits, an ass like a pair of white satin pillows, hair like a river of smelted gold, and skin softer than kid.
And she could take it. She took everything I could dish out and wanted more. I’d leave her tied up for hours, beat her with everything from paddles to whips. Clamp her nipples and hang weights on the chain. Shove a dildo covered in pepper sauce up her ass. It only made her come. And she came like a freight train, came like the cavalry riding over the hill. Came until she was so exhausted she passed out still in her bonds.
But that was yesterday. I tried not to think about the past, but after her invasion of my favorite drinking spot, I couldn’t get her off my mind. What had she wanted so badly that she sought me out, risked exposing her past by contacting her old lover? She had to be desperate to have done it and I felt like a heel for chasing her off. Sure, she ran out on me before, and sure, it made me
mad. But I had loved her once and once was all there was for me.
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Wicked Winter Escapes Contest October 17, 2007
Posted by admin in : Inky Blue Allusions News , add a commentWicked Winter Escapes
Okay writers, winter will be here before we know it so let’s get things heated up with another contest! I want to know how you keep things heated up in the bedroom (or in any other room of the house or outside or…whatever turns you on)! I want something that’s going to steam up the windows and make things combust into flames.
The rules are simple:
Make it HOT!
500 words or less.
It should take place in the winter.
You must be 18 years of age to enter this contest.
Absolutely NO bestiality, incest, sex with minors, or extreme violence!
Prizes? Of course there are prizes!
FIRST PRIZE: $25 and a free e-book
SECOND PRIZE: $15 and a free e-book
THIRD PRIZE: $10 and a free e-book
** Honorable mentions may be chosen to receive a free e-book at our discretion.
Submissions to the contest should be sent to contest@inkyblueallusions.net with “contest” in the subject line.
By submitting your story in the contest you must agree to allow Inky Blue Allusions to publish your story on the site and use it for promotional purposes if it is chosen as one of the winner or for an honorable mention.
Contest Deadline: November 30th, 2007
Too Lazy October 17, 2007
Posted by autumnseave in : Announcements , add a commentOk, I have to admit I can be kind of lazy at times and this is one of those times. I’m not very likely to get the archives moved over here so if you are so curious to read them go read them at the old Dreams of an Erotica Queen - I’ not taking them down and although blogger eventually might do that I’m sure they will be there for awhile.
Meanwhile, I think it is time I started posting here so y’all have something to read!
The Birthday Box October 16, 2007
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When I walked in my apartment, I noticed the box immediately. It was rather huge and hard not to notice. Upon closer inspection, I saw a note on the top that read, “Inside you’ll find many wonderful things to play with…”
All I saw when I opened the top was a huge pile of styrofoam bubbles. I reached my hand inside and found nothing at first. Then my hand touched warm flesh and what couldn’t possibly be mistaken for anything but the curve of a woman’s breast. I curved my palm around it and slid my hand over just a touch to find a nipple. I pinched it and it grew instantly hard beneath my touch. I reached in with my other hand a little further to the left and found the other one and pinched it as well. They were both hard little points now but there was no movement from inside the box yet.
I was determined to get some kind of reaction from the person in the box, who I assumed was my girlfriend, Gloria, so while I continued to pinch and tease the left nipple, I pulled my right hand out and parted the bubbles until I found what I was looking for. There it was. A slippery slit, already spread wide for my inspection. I explored until I found the hardened nub of her clit and began to rub it with my thumb. Nothing. Not even a sound. So I reached inward with my fingers until I found her opening and slid my middle finger and my index finger inside the velvety darkness. Was that a moan I heard?
It was almost imperceptible but yes, there was sound, so I began to stroke the inner walls of her tunnel. I continued my ministrations on her nipple as I slid my fingers in and out and circled my thumb over her clit. As I increased the pace of my fingers, her body began to move. Her hips circled around and met my hand and then I began to feel her muscles clamping around me. A little more pressure here and a flickering of my thumb down there and her body was convulsing and the imperceptible moans were quite obvious now.
As she came quite loudly I smiled. Ah, victory.
“Come out now, my little plaything.”
Just then, Gloria came out from the bedroom and her friend, Shanna popped out of the box with a big smile on her face.
“Happy birthday, darling,” my girlfriend said as she kissed me.
“Yes, happy birthday, ” Shanna said as she pressed her naked and still aroused body against me in a hug.
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5X Mini Butterfly Strap-On October 15, 2007
Posted by admin in : Reviews , add a commentGuess what guys and gals? My first toy review is up at Edens Fantasys! Go read it here:
I had a great time doing my first review. Hope you enjoy!
