Richard Gere Left Me Breathless August 31, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Ramblings , add a commentWhen I was young (very young but I’m not going to say exactly how young) my mom was a HUGE Richard Gere fan. And I guess she kind of passed that on to me. I’ve been watching Richard Gere before I was old enough to know exactly how hot he was and still is. And the first movie I saw him in was Breathless. And yes, my mom let me watch the entire thing.
My mom was of the belief that there was nothing wrong with sexuality. We were allowed to see movies with T&A but not movies that were violent or had anything to do with demons. As a result, I never saw any of the Haloween movies or any of the Freddie movies but I did see movies like Breathless, Porky’s, Revenge of the Nerds, etc.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this movie lately and decided to see if I could find anything interesting on youtube. This is the best I could come up with. I think I’m going to need to go and rent it.
Anyway, enjoy the beauty that is the young Richard Gere!
Taking Charge of Your Own Pleasure August 31, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Sex and Sexuality, Relationships , add a commentLadies, you know what I’m talking about here don’t you. You’re with a guy and you’re having a good time, then he get’s going and before you know it it’s all over. And you’re left lying there thinking, “What the hell?” You have to take charge of your own pleasure!
One of the first things to do if you’re going to take charge of your own pleasure is learn what gives you pleasure. Masturbation is critical for your satisfaction because it helps you learn what works for you and what doesn’t. Do you like it rough or soft? What are you fantasizing about when you touch yourself? Do you need toys or can you make yourself cum without them? What do you prefer? Learning how to make yourself come is so important and if you aren’t doing it already get started. At the very least you’ll have a good time.
Now the second part is to be able to tell your partner. Now if you blush and stutter the second your partner starts to talk about sex or when you bring up the subject you might have a problem. So start slowly. Have light, sexual conversations with your partner until you are more comfortable. Then start talking about fantasies. Maybe read or listen to some sexy stories (we’ve got a nice little selection of free audioerotica here). Get more comfortable talking about sex.
Once you’re comfortable with that it will be easier to suggest things in the bedroom.
“Move your hand up just a bit hon…”
“Umm that feels good but I like it when you…even more!”
“That’s good but if it was even harder it would be awesome…”
“Can we switch positions now? I bet it would feel great if we…”
Those are just a few ways that you can ask for what you want without being hurtful. I think that is one of the most important parts of being able to ask for what you want - find a way to do it without making your partner feel that they were doing something wrong. They might have been but the bed is not the place to make them feel that way.
The bottom line is that if you’re having bad sex it is up to you to change that. And if you’re partner just won’t pony up? Ditch him. Anyone that doesn’t care about your sexual satisfaction isn’t worth being with!
Special on Personalized Stories August 31, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Inky Blue Allusions News, Stories/E-books , add a commentFor a limited time I’m running a special at Inky Blue Allusions for personalized stories. You can now get a 3000-4000 word story for only $69.99!
Click here to check it out!
Sugasm #144 August 29, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Sugasm , add a commentThe best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #145? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Bush Rides Again: Birth Control Defined as “Abortion”?
“The reason you tweak laws, redefining them or broadening their definitions, is to create the opportunity for a legal climate in which challenges may better succeed.”
First Time For Everything: A Polyamorous Relationship
“The only real trouble with being a triad came from the world around us.”
Sex Work And Compassion: Panty Tree
“I will never feel shame for being a sex worker.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank
Editor’s Choice
I Meet the Business End of Citibank’s Anti-Adult Business Policy
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Dreams
Needs. I has them.
On Feeling June Cleaverish
Saturday Night
Strippers and race
The Sunday Squirt
Under the Covers
Whenever we’re apart…
Sex Humor
Impertinent Question: Do You Name Your Genitals?
BDSM & Fetish
Anatomy of a Mindfuck
Brutal caning punishments for school girls’ filthy behaviour
Caning; La marca del deseo.
Claire Adams Does Some Wonderful Shibari Rigging In This Scene From The Whipped-Pussy Archives
Mz Berlin (Me!) & Madison Young In Bondage Slave Training
Ring Around the Collar
Two school girls in uniform spanked and caned over the bench.
Witch Stories
Whoring Hubby Spanked - F/m Spanking Pix
Sex Advice
Ask Miss Bliss-My Girlfriend’s Using Coke And Lying About It
Controlling the Urge to Ejaculate
How To Pick A Dildo
Pull My Hair, Slap Me Around - A How-To Guide To Rough Sex, Part 1
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Catalina loves Masculinity
It’s been a while - lots of stuff going on!
Satine Phoenix Says, “Save thousands on therapy, go to your reunion!!?”
Wax On; Wacks Off
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Fetish Model Toxxxy In Cotton Panties Smearing Jam All Over Herself
FunseXXXtoys Public Baptismal
The Jollie Review For Babeland
Sex on Spout
Sgt Major Makes Jade Marxxx Beg For Pain On Backdoor Bondage
Spanking interview with Thomas S. Roche
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bedroom Radio #21: Sinclair Sexsmith of Sugarbutch.net
Elaisted is to Corset Photography what Phelps is to Swimming!
Photo Essay
Sex & Politics
The Dilemma of Jefferson: My Dissenting Voice
Friends of Jefferson, Spanking for Justice!
Note: While the Sugasm is back there are still a few bugs to sort out. The submission form isn’t working. For now please send your submission to me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom If you don’t see your post above it probably got lost during the server move. The featured pic will be returning soon. Thanks for your patience!
Communicating August 25, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Relationships , add a commentGood sexual relationships are not simply a matter of pleasing your partner in bed. It is even more so a matter of pleasing your partner outside of bed in my opinion. You can’t just expect that the only thing that matters is whether or not you’ll go down or not (although at the beginning stages of a relationship that can be an important factor in deciding whether or not you want to continue the relationship or not. I once dumped a man because he wouldn’t go down and when he did try it once he acted like it was the supreme sacrifice). How you make your partner feel outside of the bedroom is really important.
In my past relationship with my children’s father we had quite good sex at times. In fact, it wasn’t until I broke up with him that I found out that not all men were as good in bed as he was. But ultimately, it was the way he made me feel out of bed that ruined our relationship. I felt like I was just an accessory to him. I was just there to complete the pretty little picture he had in his mind of what he wanted his life to be like. We rarely talked, we didn’t do anything together. I felt like I was not important to him.
Everyone needs to feel important. Everyone needs to be stimulated intellectually and emotionally. Conversation, quality time, and emotional sustenance are all an important part of a relationship that significantly contributes to the well being of a good sexual relationship.
Witch Stories August 5, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Stories/E-books , add a commentDid you know that a new erotic serial story has started at Inky Blue Allusions? First there was Sorority - the tale of a young woman a the brink of sexual discovery who joins and exclusive sorority on campus and learns how to give completely. Now, there is Witch Stories. The Witch Stories are a series of short stories. They can easily be read individually as each tale is able to stand on its own. But when you read the entire series, you can see how these surreal live mix and intertwine in an erotic and sensual way and become a more complete story.
Read part one and then check out the rest of the erotic serial stories. Part 4 goes up today!
Witch Stories
by Tawny Maine
Sam was ready to detonate. She tapped one finger restlessly on her thigh, drumming a chaotic display of her nerves. Her mouth pinched in thought as she contemplated what in the hell was happening to her. Lately her body screamed with tension and she felt like screaming. She sensed a storm brewing in the air and it rattled her already edgy nerves.
“Think, Sammy, think,” she murmured aloud while continuing to pound away on her thigh. Forcing herself to stop the frenzied rhythm, she closed her emerald eyes and took a deep, long breath. Slowly, she let it out and began to tackle the process of unraveling the latest events of her life.
She had always been in control; in actuality she was known for being a micro-managing-pain- in-the-ass. But lately, she had lost interest in all things she deemed important, and that just wasn’t Sam. She had a terrible time bringing herself to focus and her senses had become too heightened, too aware.
She smelled the upcoming assault of a storm and knew that rain would be coming. The skies were blue and clear, but Sam could somehow detect the nearness of the upcoming tempest.
Her sense of smell was not all that was heightened. Yesterday afternoon, while at the office, she, Miss Calm Cool and Collected, actually told a colleague to fuck off! Through her newly heightened awareness, she knew that the co-worker, whom she had once trusted blindly, was not what he had presented to her. She can’t say exactly how she knew. It was more that she felt it, sensed it, and knew it deep in her newly intuitive soul that he was taking advantage of her. She had a clear view of the worm taking her material to the big boss and misrepresenting it as his own for kudos. It wasn’t what she would interpret as a vision. She just saw it clearly in her thoughts. Knowing that her integrity was shot, Sam tried to soothe herself by thinking that she couldn’t have made that big of a spectacle.
Sam jumped out of her chair and begin to pace. Her body felt electrified and she was lost as to what she should do next. Sam was not known to be a ruthless tiger in the office and she made a point of downplaying her features to get a head in the corporation. It was well know that men got further at Jameson Enterprises than women, therefore, she dressed with no frills. Her long raven hair was usually twisted strictly into a tidy bun and she wore glasses, which she didn’t need.
Now her hair tumbled in long waves down her slender back and she blew it impatiently out of her face as she paced her cozy kitchen.
“What in the hell am I going to do now?” she asked herself. Sam had an inner longing and when she grew agitated she usually applied her mind to her job. Even though it was late, she decided to drive to Jameson Enterprises and get some work done. She walked into her room to grab what she called her “nanny gear.” She grabbed some slacks and threw on a plain silk blouse. As she went to twist her hair up something inside of her protested. Instead, she brushed through her long midnight tangles and decided to wear it down. She was not likely to see any of her colleagues at this hour anyway. Even if anyone was there, no one would recognize her without her mousey glasses and severe hair twist. She dabbed on some jasmine oil, new to her evening regiment, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Tonight she would walk to the office. Her apartment was a few blocks from the job and she needed the fresh air.
Her soul was still stirring and her mind continued the frantic task of trying to piece the unusual events of the last few days together. She noticed the night was much brighter than usual. The street lights provided enough clearance for her path, but tonight a full moon illuminated the street and city buildings. Once she arrived at the office, she used her badge to let herself in.
Upon entering, Sam noticed her boss’s light on. “Shit, shit, shit,” she frantically thought. Maybe she could quietly pass his office unnoticed. She began to walk slowly past his door praying for invisibility.
“Hello Samantha,” Mr. Jameson said.
Sam halted in her tracks, closing her eyes while hoping the floor would simply open up and swallow her whole. Sam’s nostrils flared with as she inhaled an earthy scent mixed with raw male musk that drowned her senses.
“Damn,” she thought. Sam’s eyes widened as she realized the blissful aroma that was assaulting her senses was her boss, Clint. “Shit, why now,” she thought. She had never smelled him before.
“Can you come in here for a moment Sam?” he asked. Sam pivoted and slowly walked into the plushly furnished room.
Clint was leaning back in his chair behind his desk, looking self-assured. It also appeared that he’d been there all day. His tie was off and he had unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt. The man was downright sexy. Making men like him should have been against the law.
Her voice shook a little when she asked, “Yes?”
His eyes narrowed as he assessed her.
“Bloody hell,” Sam thought remembering her last minute decision to dress more freely.
“You look different,” he said, then shook his head and waved his hand as if shrugging the thought off. He unfolded his body from the chair and rose. “Would you like a drink?” he questioned her while walking toward her.
Sam’s heart was racing. She nodded and she couldn’t help but ask, “How did you know it was me?”
He stopped two inches from her face and she felt his breath fan the side of her cheek as he said, “Did you really think that you could hide behind granny buns and glasses from everyone Samantha?” Then he walked past her to the bar.
Sam’s eyes followed him and her eyes planted themselves on his tight, muscular butt. A woman could spend happy weeks of bliss just staring at those buns.
“Quit watching me Sam,” Clint said, and she blushed. Damn it, how did he know? She turned her head away and stared directly in front of her.
He laughed while turning to hand the drink to her. He stopped so close that Sam could smell his breath. It smelled like mint and scotch. She turned to take her glass, keeping her eyes on his shoes. However, he didn’t release the drink, and Sam’s head jerked up. Their eyes locked and Sam moved her hand to grasp the drink more firmly, brushing his fingers with hers. She felt lightning shoot through her.
She was suddenly aware of everything about this man. She smelled his lust, her heightened senses picking up the scent. It was drawing her in like a magnet. She was a moth flying too close to the flame.
“What do you want,” she asked.
“You,” he said and released her drink.
Sam slammed it like it was milk. He laughed again, downing his own then taking her glass. He moved away to set them atop the bar. He turned to her, crossed his legs and leaned his handsome butt on the bar.
“Come here Sam.”
She crossed the room slowly and stood a foot from him. He reached out and roughly jerked her to him. Pressing her body flat into his, she felt his erection.
“Feel that Sam? I want this inside of you. I want to taste you and watch the torture of my pleasure on your prim, beautiful face when I make you cum.”
Then he gripped her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her slender throat to him.
Everything in Sam awakened at once. Her body was on fire, throbbing with need. Slowly he lowered his head, never taking his eyes from her, and softly tasted her mouth. He used his tongue to caress and pry her lips open. Sam’s knees buckled underneath her, and she moaned into him. Her hands were bunched into fists on his shirtfront and he used his other hand to hold them there as he continued his onslaught on her mouth.
Sam began to grind her hips into his erection, while whispering, “Oh God.” She was a current plugged into a powerful generator. Her body was buzzing with an energy of which she was unaware.
“What the hell?” Clint exclaimed and threw her from him.
Sam was shocked and her eyes jerked open. She stood there, lips swollen and red from his attack, and was lost.
“Look, babe, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here but this isn’t what I had in mind,” he said as he was looking at her hands. Sam, feeling confused and rejected, looked down to see what he was staring at.
Her hands were lit with some type of blue aura. She didn’t know what the hell it was, but it felt good. In fact, her whole body felt good for the first time; charged and awakened with sensations she had never felt before. She looked down at her legs and noticed the aura there too. Quickly she snatched her head up as things started to fall into place for her. Smelling the rain, seeing her co-workers deceit, all the unusual events of the last few days began to fall into place for her. Sam knew that she was different and now Clint knew it, too.
She decided to test some of her power and fixed her gaze upon him. She drew her hand up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Clint look startled and began to back up. She continued until she had peeled her blouse and bra off displaying full, swollen breasts with tightened, rosy pink nipples. She watched him as he licked his suddenly dry lips and she smelled his arousal. She stroked her breasts, cupping them in her palms, while letting her head fall back. She moaned as she pinched her excited nipples, her body finally releasing the fire that had been stirring in her restless soul. Slowly she raised her head and locked him with her gaze.
She tauntingly began to trail her hand down her flat stomach; caressing as the other continued its incessant toying and tugging of her tender nipple. She raised her skirt, displaying black thigh high stockings with black stilettos. She gave into the need that had been building and began to knead and stroke her inner thigh, trailing her fingers to the wet point of her throbbing desire.
Clint moaned and she relished her power over him. Her aura, now lit with a rainbow of colors, extended until it alone illuminated the dim office. The electrical droning was taking her in waves and it reached out to snake itself around Clint. He felt his body plugging into her energy. Running a slim, graceful finger from her inner thigh to her swollen and wet vaginal lips beneath her silk panties, she began to stroke her clitoris. Bucking and rocking her hips as one hand toyed between her thighs and the other kneaded and tweaked her breast. Needing more release, she reached behind her back as she walked to the coffee table by the lush couch. She unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her curvaceous hips. Deciding the panties were now a barrier between her and the fury of fire that needed stoking, she removed them as well, leaving only her thigh highs, and stilettos.
Climbing on top of the table, she straddled it like a lazy cat, now too involved in her own pleasure to think of improprieties. Clint watched her, his dick throbbing, as she cupped one breast and kneaded it, circling the tight nipple and purring in ecstasy. Sam’s fire was building, ready to burn anyone that came into contact with her. She placed one hand on the table, bent over now on all fours. Raising one hand, she began to fondle her soft, swollen clit. Her lovely ass was rocking back and forth, bucking with her pleasures.
Moaning and thrashing her hips, her whole body an electrical current of lust and desire she gasped, “More. I need more.”
Clint, now more aroused than he had ever been in his life, walked over to her and shoved her roughly onto her back. With his finger he penetrated the velvet folds of her vagina, moving in and out in a slow building rhythm. Sam placed both hands on his hips and began to unzip his pants, pulling them down until his swollen cock stood free and proud. She gripped him and took him into her mouth to taste him.
“God, woman,” he moaned.
She sucked him harder and faster, encircling his head with her tongue as she cupped and kneaded his balls. She desperately needed to taste his cream and she continued her sucking and massaging.
“Is this what you want?” he asked. He spread her legs, exposing her throbbing nub and lowered his head to suck on her. Sam thought that she would scream with the pleasure his mouth brought to her. He put his hands under her ass and shoved her peach further into his mouth. Using his teeth he tugged and sucked on her until she thought she would cum into his mouth.
Just before she found release, Clint rose above her and shoved his penis into her slick, wet sheath, and Sam cried out in pleasure. She felt that electrical current building higher and higher within her; and her aura grew surrounding and drowning them both. He plunged into her so hard that any other woman would cry out in pain, but Sam moaned in pleasure screaming, “More. Harder.”
She met him thrust for thrust, grinding her hips and satisfying her own building desire. Her aura grew and branched off around the room in small pools of electrical light. The luminescent pools danced around the lovers as they pounded and tore at each other. Finally, their release came in crashing climatic waves that took them both over the edge. Clint collapsed on Sam and swore he saw stars.
For the Girls August 5, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Link Love , add a commentHave you ever wondered what For the Girls is like inside the members section? Ever wondered whether it is really worth the membership fees or not? Well, I got a chance to take a peek inside the members section and let me tell you - it is!
It’s hard to find a site for women that is not simply regurgitate movies from male focused sites and marketed towards women. But For The Girls is different. It is the original and the best site for women. Yes, it is owned and operated by women. Yes, the majority of the content is written by women. And yes, it has lots of hot guys. But it’s not just that that makes it a great site for women. Let me tell you more.
Click here and read the rest of my review at Inky Blue Allusions!
It’s Been Awhile August 5, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Inky Blue Allusions News , add a commentI know it’s been a long time since I updated here, but I haven’t deserted you all. I’ve been busy making changes at Inky Blue Allusions. If you haven’t been over there lately you’ll see that I’ve changed over to a more blog like format but it’s not totally blog like. Does that make sense. It’s site IBA but different. I really like the template I’m using but soon you’ll see it change again as I’ve commissioned someone to do a custome template for more. Something that will be unique to IBA.
Also, I’ve started adding a few new things. One is the More Sexy Media category. There you’ll find the audio erotica stories that you may have already heard plus some other fun stuff like fun and sexy video clips from youtube. They are non-nude and mostly safe for work - as long as you don’t turn the volume up! I’ve also started up an Erotic Reviews section. There you can find web site reviews, book reviews, and toy and movie reviews that may be of interest to you. I highly recommend checking out the review for Enchanted - Erotic Bedtime Stories for Women by Nancy Madore. Excellent book! And I’ll be putting up the review for her second book very soon!
I’ve also got a poll running so come by and participate!
I’m working on a few more things as well, so if there is something you’d like to see now would be a good time to leave a comment (either here or at IBA because you can do that there now!) so I know what you want!
