Lovely Alice of StoryofAlice was really TOO kind by bestowing this honour upon myself: The Sensual Blogger Award.
“Cakes at Pasta for One, whose collection of erotic misadventures told with warmth and humour is rivalled by no one.”
In addition, I can’t say enough wonderful things about Alice and her great writing.
Generally speaking my ‘sensual’ blogging I may indulge in from time to time is far tamer than most others in the blogsphere, and more recently I haven’t blogged about what has been occurring between my bed sheets. This has been out of respect for the individual for with who I am currently messing up the bed. And the fact that his friend sometimes reads this blog and I get extremely embarrassed. (Hello Mark! YATZEE!) But despite my quasi-absense from my blog – I am FINALLY ‘getting some’ after a long, dry season.
This award comes with the responsibility of answering seven questions, writing a sensuous paragraph to prove I deserve the honour (I have never written erotic fiction or any fiction in my life!), and nominating other deserving recipients.
Here the questions:
1. Describe your last sexual experience in 3 words.
Wet, intense, satisfying.
2. What did you think about last time you masturbated?
The last (and current) penis in my immediate vicinity, an absolute sublime specimen no less.
3. What’s your number one hard limit, no exceptions?
Acts related to defecation and/or having to insert my tongue in a certain orifice where one defecate. No thanks. As they say here in England… “Not my cup of tea.”
4. What’s the easiest/quickest way for you to get off?
Absolutely indulge me.
5. What movie, not porn, do you find the most arousing?
Surprise!… Take my love of various gangster flicks tossed with some sexual tension/hotness: It’s the film ‘Bound.’ Notably this scene between Violet (Jennifer Tilly) and Gina Gershon (Corky). Regardless of the fact I am about as heterosexual as one female specimen could get, and this scene IS between chicks… it’s hot, it made me squirm the first time I saw it, and I could see myself being as calculated as Violet.
6. If you had to have, or do have, a fetish, what is it?
I suppose it depends on what one constitutes as a fetish. Mine may be tame in comparison to others.’ Despite I have a strong sense of etiquette and propriety in public, being somewhat of a rebel and a tease – I am no Emily Post of fucking. I have a fondness for DISCRETE sexual touching/fondling/teasing (my partner) in public – of course getting away with it unseen, and if the opportunity exists for sex (oral or other) results from it – it’s like I’ve won the jackpot.
7. Anal sex… you like it or not?
This is a question I could only answer on a case to case basis. Have I tried it? Yes. Did I enjoy it EVERY time? No.
And the bonus paragraph of erotica…
Alice’s prompts include ‘scent, invisible, smooth, and sigh.’
This is probably a bit too long, but here goes… my first shot at erotic fiction…
She slid across the smooth leather seat at the back of the room to be closer to him. She was wearing her signature black Mary Jane stilettos, her dress clinging tightly to her body. He fantasized about what was underneath, running his tongue over her breasts, her nipples hard, then between her legs, grabbing her perfect round ass as she straddled him and his cock throbbed inside her. He had already taken the liberty and ordered champagne, knowing she adored champagne and hoping it would release any inhibitions she may have later in the evening. After a few glasses of champagne and exchanging updates on work and mutual acquaintances, she retired to the power room and returned a few minutes later to the table with a with a mischievous smirk across her painted red lips, while concealing something in her hand. She sat next to him once again in their private corner of the cafe, only closer this time, sliding her leg over his – her dress riding up and exposing the stockings held up by lace garters that adorned her thighs. All but invisible the rest that was waiting for him, and only graced by the natural perfume of her clean skin and a scent by Gucci she had put on earlier that afternoon. She nuzzled his neck, stroking his arm then placing the hidden item of soft fabric into his hand, under the table. As he looked down she whispered, “Don’t show them, it’s just our secret.” He could barely see them under the dim lighting but they were light like silk, but damp. He grew hard and his cock ached as she took his other hand in hers and slowly slid it up her thigh, between her legs pressing his fingers between the wet lips of her pussy. She released his hand, and of his own accord he slid his finger deep and hard inside her taking all her juices with him then circling her clit, teasing her. She sighed. Breathless she whispered in his ear, “I want you… I need you to fuck me… Let’s get out of here…”
MY prompts for your fiction are: heat, emasculate, leather, pain.
Come on girls, give us some sugar! xox