Category: Diaries

Wanton Lust

It was early morning, the sun barely kissing the horizon. We were still sleeping, naked, embraced in a big spoon, little spoon fashion. I felt your hand leave mine and silently slide up my arm. I heard the subtle sound of your lips parting, my eyes remained closed but I knew your fingers were in your mouth, I grew wet. The anticipation of your fingers burned between my thighs as the blankets ruffled and your arm reached down between us. I sit tight for your touch, but you were making me wait…

Your hands occupied your own desire, painting the moisture from your fingers to the tip of your cock. I felt your hands caress my bum and the backs of my thighs as you spread my legs slightly, slipping your fingers between, slowly you part me, as gently as you would the wings of a butterfly.

I’m already wet for you, I wanted you inside me, instead you tease me by tracing tiny circles around my opening, my hips motion in attempt to force your finger to penetrate me but your free hand holds me still.

–Its about the pleasure, making it last, for this is not wanton lust but our mutual satisfaction–

I let out a soft whimper as your fingers slowly slip away. You lock your hands on my hips and drive yourself inside me with such force that I gasp, you hold yourself there. I can feel your cock  twitch deep inside me and your hot breath on the back of my neck, but you still don’t move. I want it, so bad. My hips struggle to break from your grasp so I can ride you. You whisper ‘Shhh, I’m not finished with you yet.’  I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes again, my breath hot and heavy, how could you possibly make me want you more?

Your hand releases my hips, slides down my tummy and reaches between my legs. I part them slightly, allowing your hand to slip between. Your steady fingers immediately stroke over my little pearl. Numbness creeps down my legs, I cant move I am paralyzed in pleasure. My legs twitch with every stroke.  Your cock still buried deep inside, throbs as I clench around with each moan and twitch. I feel myself building up for release, you allow me to gently rock my hips. You can tell I’m about to come, my moans getting shallow, and more frequent so you thrust your cock once more to push me into ecstasy. I cry out that I’m coming and you thrust once more to finish me off.

I’m spent, a bead of sweat dances down from my neck between my breasts. You kiss my neck and tell me I’m beautiful. I quickly regain composure because I know, we’re not even close to being done yet…


Sasha Femme

Brief History of Pole Dance

Pole dace has become a very popular form of fitness within the last few years. I, myself am a huge supporter and aspire to one day have my own studio where I can teach women of all ages how to find their inner sensual self.

I fell in love with pole dance the moment I twirled around on the pole and knew it was my passion as soon as I heard myself encouraging other women to try. The reason I want to have my own studio is similar to why I write my short stories. I want to encourage women to shed their inhibitions and explore their sensual self through creative expression.

When asked what I do, or aspire to do, I say without hesitation, Pole Dance. Sometimes I still get the odd, uncomfortable ‘Oh, really’ comment and I know they are immediately associating it with stripping. I understand this notion as majority of people make that connection but I always let them know it is my form of creative expression and I am happiest when I am dancing.

I was doing a little bit of research on Pole Dancing and came across this article “A Brief History of Pole Dance. It’s over a year old now but still a great read. See for yourself



Passions Spent

Brusquely I wake with breathless gasps

A dream of his touch unclasped

I feel him now as his hands are mine

Slowly, steadily my hips incline

Fervent sounds escape my lips

I dance beneath wicked finger tips

Sensing now the end is near

Closed eyes shed a single tear

Descending down from my relent

Drifting relief from my passions spent.

~Sasha Femme 





Pole Dance

Pole dancing does not have a strict set of guidelines for movement the way ballet or other formal arts do. This makes it highly accessible to a vast number of women and men, who can choose to make it whatever they please.

I’ve been researching different styles of dance and dance fitness as I am very keen on creative expression.  I follow a blog by the name of The X-Pole Blog as well as a few others on the topic of Pole Dance and I found this article Empowerment in Pole to be a great read because of the truth behind it.

Be sure to scroll around the site, it has a lot of great posts!