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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

Bra Personality

From one Bra-aholic to another this article from Canadian living describes or suggests what your bra colour says about your personality.

 Because bra colours aren’t driven by trends so much as personal preferences, your chosen colours reveal a lot more about your personality than, say, the rinse of your jeans or the colour of your purse.

It’s a fun article and you can find it on Canadian

But if you’re more like me and have a bra for every occasion, I suggest you carry on to read this quirky article written by the British-based Australian journalist -Amanda Platell for the British Mail On-line.

Like shoes, they’re one of the things we buy that guarantee to cheer us up. We didn’t need Carrie Bradshaw to tell us that.

Dirty Talk

Many women are held back by the concept of talking dirty, some are also too shy to give it a try.

So I ask… Would you pass up an opportunity to increase intimacy in your relationship  and heat things up between the sheets?? Didn’t think so…

Dirty Talk is something I think everyone should try at least once. Who knows you might find it empowering and he might find it an incredibly sexy coming from you 😉

So check out this article Talking Dirty by Heather Jennings as she presents tips and tricks to help you find your confident bedroom voice!


Sexual Humor

This morning I found an article on the most entertaining–and thought-provoking–quotes available on the topic of sex.

Click Here for a fun read.