In My Head - lesbian erotica by the delicious Maddyke

This hot and sexy story was written for me by the lovely Maddyke... she has given me reproduction rights so that I could share it with my lovely blog angels...

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In My Head

After watching Loving Annabelle, with all the tension building up, I stop playing with your hair, and take your hand and place it on my breast, making you gently squeeze my nipple. I then lead your hand up to my mouth where I begin to lick around your finger, taking it in my mouth, and flicking my tongue over the top of it. I tease you like this for a little while, making you want me, imagining my tongue is in other places licking and flicking around.

I then pull you on top of me, grabbing your ass, pulling you into my groin, whilst we are moving together I kiss your neck, softly at first, then with a little more force, my breath getting heavier, our thrusts getting more intense. I kiss your soft lips, gently biting your bottom lip, then kissing it better, our tongues meeting, my clit starts tingling and throbbing hard, we are lost in such a delicious kiss, but our thrusting into each other begins to get more intense still.

I push you up, and remove your top I kiss your stomach, working my way up to your chest. Now your breath is getting heavier and you remove your bra. The sight of your breasts take my breath away, and I gush. I'm really wanting you so badly now. You push yourself closer, and place your breasts against my mouth, pulling away as I go to lick your nipples, teasing me. I can't help myself, and I grab you, pull you into me, and I have to take your nipple in my mouth and roll my tongue around your now erect nipples...

 

You push me back down, and place your hand around my neck. "Not yet," you tell me. You want to tease me some more. You drape your beautiful hair over my body, making my skin instantly goose bump, you then sit astride me, and slowly unzip your trousers, showing just the top of your knickers, which makes my insides tingle. Your eyes are staring straight into mine, you lean in to kiss me, but once again you tease, you go to my neck and give it a quick bite, and claw your hands up my back. My head falls back, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. You grab my hair, pull my head back up, and stare into my wanting eyes once again, you can see how much I want to feel your kiss, you then lean in and give me the most tender kiss I have ever felt, your lips are so soft, and your tongue dances with mine.

We stop kissing and you tell me you want me to wear the Feeldoe. I pull you into me again, and slip off your trousers and knickers, I gasp at the sight of your beautiful body, I caress your back and kiss your stomach, I can now smell your sweet scent. I grab the Feeldoe and put it inside me, your eyes light up, you've been wanting to feel me fuck you with this mighty toy for ages now. I pull you on top of me, your legs astride, and you gently ease yourself onto the feeldoe. I can feel every move you make against the feeldoe inside of me, this makes me even wetter than before, we gaze into each others eyes, and embrace, kissing each other again, me thrusting upwards, and you pushing downwards, it feels so good, you riding me.

I reach over to your clit, and circle my thumb around it giving you such intense feelings, finally being fucked by me, just as you had longed for. Your movements become a lot quicker, and harder, I bring you so close to the edge, but I slow things down, I want you to cum so much, but I want to cum at the same time. As we continue, I begin to feel myself building up, so I once again circle your clit with my thumb, you lean backwards, I grab your breast with my other hand, and caress it, my grasp getting firmer, the closer I get to the edge. You thrust yourself forward and kiss me, putting your tongue in deep, our fucking is more intense, and then we both cum... I can feel you tensing and grasping the feeldoe inside of me. You look at me with the biggest smile on your face. I just hope that it felt as good as you imagined it was going to. It sure did for me.

Some Sexy Pictures

Thank you to everyone who commented on my ranty post yesterday, here are some lovely pictures for you to perv on ...

Hope everyone has a great day!

xxx

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Just Another Sapphic Dream

A Sizzling Summer Sapphic Dream

Lately I have been reading some very hot, very saucy blogs by my delicious friends. Take a look at the 'Blogs I Follow list on the right hand side to see what I mean...

This has not helped the insatiable lesbian slut part of me at all. In fact I can now barely go 10 minutes without having another filthy thought...

For instance, take glass toys. These are so popular, and for good reason. Made of toughened unbreakable glass, moulded into a sensual curved, shaped for orgasmic precision shape, these toys feel addictively delicious when used to probe a wanton pussy or even used anally...

Add to this the fact you can warm them in hot water or cool in the fridge (or freezer) first... delicious temperature extremes for sensation fanatics like me.

Seems I am not the only one to love glass....

She lay back on the bed after selecting her favourite. She had been wanting this all day, but hectic times and busyness had kept her from this pleasure, physically if not mentally. Her pussy felt almost aflame with the hidden passion, the insane surge of need coursing through her, neck to clit.

Her knickers were saturated. She lay on the bed just stroking a fingertip over the wetness, through the flimsy material and her other hand reached up to pinch a straining with protest pink nipple.  Her nerve endings seemed to be just one mass of jingling, sex shuddering, urgent need.

The icy glass dildo lay next to her. She had already stripped down to basics, the trail of clothes strewn across the bedroom showing a clear line of rushed anticipation for this moment. Oh yes, the stresses of today were going to be literally melted away...

I wander in the door to find her lying there, lazily enjoying these thoughts and feelings. I pad over to her, silently, our eyes meeting as I enjoy just the pure atmosphere of electrically charged lust.

Sitting on the end of the bed I take in her body, shirt still caught around her but unbuttoned, her breasts spilling forth and nipples hard, hard like the iced glass but blushing now a deep rosy pink from the constant pinches between her thumb and fingers.... her knickers showing the spreading juices that I know taste so delicious.

I reach over and slide one finger up the inside of her spread thighs. Her head falls back at the same time as her eyes slide shut, sighing out her need, her want. I crawl further up the bed and just enjoy her like this a moment, teasing her.

Picking up the icy glass, I place it to her neck. She jumps, gasps and mutters some profanity. I chuckle softly and hush her. I know she loves it really.

The goosebumps spreading over her, from neck, down to her chest, the curve out of her breasts and over her now diamond nipples show me how on edge she is... it also makes my pussy ache with need and my clit insists on moaning fiercely for her.

I run the iced toy down her chest, between her breasts and she jolts physically. I place a finger underneath her pussy, over her now slippery saturated knickers, and draw it upwards, so slowly, dragging it over and between her spread lips and up to circle around her hard clit...

Fingers moving upwards as the iced toy I move either side to circle around the nipples... I lean in to kiss her lips softly but she is lost now, lost on that sea of sensations. I love holding her like this, on the very edge, so close to that blazing light but her journey will be in my own time, she will reach the destination only when I say so and I will carry her there myself.

I'm close to her now. Between her legs I kneel as she lays not almost horizontal on the bed, just spread back against the soft headboard. Sat half up on the mass of pillows I can play her and over her like my very own toy.

The heat emanating from her is immense. I can feel my own pearls of need leaking out from under me and I slip out of my top so I am just in the boyshorts I wear round the house. My breasts echo her sentiments with achingly tingling nipples and I am covered in goosebumps. Not from the cold, from the want.

The glass toy plays over her stomach, my fingers switch ends of her body and as I teasingly blow across her face between butterfly kisses, my fingers flick her nipples softly as the glass toy slides and melts, slides and melts. The watery trail just makes her radiate her beauty even more, the glistening soft skin calling to every part of me.

After some time teasing like this, over her waist, hips and the feminine soft curve of her stomach, I reach the waist band of her knickers. My knee is positioned against her at this point, feeling the heat and wetness directly against me and moving every so often to give a consistent friction and stimulation, forcing those moans out of her that she knows I love hearing.

This will never do. I want flesh to glass. Glass in flesh. I set down the toy a second to remove her sodden underwear and reveal her perfectly formed, pretty and plump smooth pussy, smouldering hot and glistening, seeping with her desire. That.. is much better.

I place the still cold glass over her bare mound, making her shudder for the god knows how many times. She bites her bottom lip, hard, and looks straight at me for a second, that contradictory mix of accusatory and demanding that can only come during a passionate frenzied attack on her body.

I smile, and shush her back ...

I move the toy downwards and it rests over her clit, which I know for a fact is screaming for this attention. I lean in and place my mouth over her nipple, just resting over it, no teeth or tongue on it for the moment. Just the sensation of the O of my mouth around it, as the ice glass is against her button.

She moans and claws, grabs for me. I growl.

With a sudden flicking lick over her nipple I move the toy down, slowly, determinedly. It slides so, so easily between her slick, silky lips and rests at her entrance. She moans, begging me. She wants me to take her with it. The cold refreshes her, the feeling of the icy unrelenting but so perfectly crafted ice pulling the demands from her mouth almost without her realising. I need to take her. Now.

With a firm grip, and my mouth exploring her nipples and neck... I plunge the glass deep into her. She reaches up and her arms come to be about my neck. I'm making love to her now, she is holding onto me, clinging while I take her through this journey of pleasure. Yes, I want you like that, needing me, feeling the sensations, sensing your own release. 

The glass curves into her, and upwards. seeking out the raised bump there. The cool end rubs firmly across this surface of nerve endings and she utters such gutteral sounds of longing, no words, just the sound of pleasure. 

When my fingers travel over her slick hard clit, expertly circling... I know she is there. She will orgasm for me... and she does. Body jolting, shuddering, the high pitched wail she emits causing matching shudders through my own... my pussy clenching and pulsating in empathetic ecstasy as I watch her fall over that edge, tipping, gloriously into the golden light of bliss.

Finally she comes to rest and I do not immediately remove the toy, I know it feels a wrench to have that delicious piece removed so suddenly. Instead I leave it in a while, not stopping movements immediately but just slowing down... slow, slow movements of the toy within her until I feel she has come to a complete stop of the nerve ending carousel. I let my hand rest with the toy still in her and some pressure still to her clit. 

She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at me appreciatively, without words. No words are required, we both know it's what she wants and deserves.

Slowly, I remove the toy. Bringing it to my lips while Im still looking into the depths of her eyes, I can't help but sate my hunger for her taste. My tongue darts out to connect with the now hot, messy, moulded form of the glass, slick and dripping with her juices. She tastes, as ever, exquisite. 

I lick and suck the toy until it's clean once more. Laying it to rest, I straddle her and we kiss, our mouths exploring one anothers, she tastes herself on my lips and tongue and I enjoy being within her once more. 

Once we have embraced for long enough I know I will resume her relaxation by using my tongue directly on and in her.. where she still leaks her post orgasmic juices. But for now, we lay, both happy and contented, in each others arms, enjoying the warm, sticky embrace of two naked lovers bodies, all curves and flesh and glistening wet after the peak of gloriously icy glass.


Just a dream I spill out, to share with you. Just a dream...

For now...


Cara
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PS Find two of my favourite pervacious glass pieces here and here, and a little something I regularly enjoy from the freezer with some special freezable massage oil... I get hot! So hot...
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Busy Buzzy Sexy Saucy

Hello beautiful sexy lovelies :)

I am a lil busy worker bee lately! Just an apology really for not blogging all that much but I have been spending more and more time becoming engrossed in all things either Sapphic (hurrah for lesbianism) and/or Sextoys!

Chatting at The Vibe, hanging at the Sextoys Facebook page and Twitter, talking to all the lovely Vibe forum members and discussing orgasms.

I am also moving very shortly so I have been rushed off my feet with preparations for this, and a new job thrown into the mix!

Hope to have more regular posts for you very shortly! In the meantime feel free to comment about any spankings you may wish to dole out.

Lots of sexy love and orgasms ...

Cara

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Delicious Saturday with D

I spent a wonderful day yesterday in the company of a beautiful, creative, artistic, wonderful woman who shall be named D.

We had been speaking online for a while, progressing to msn and text, the usual. Not merely cyber sex, some power exchange fun and also day to day life chat. She seemed to really care about me and I about her, our lives, so separate but similar in striking ways too.

Sharing a love for the dramatic and theatrical, she realises the importance of romance and emotion.

We both have our men in our lives, but as you will know from reading my past blog posts, there is something missing for a lot of women. Personally I feel a lot more women are bi than they either realise or feel comfortable admitting.

Finally a chance came to actually meet face to face. Nerves struck as usual, about a week before actually. However I have been swallowing them and putting them out of my mind all week until Saturday morning arrived and with it the realisation that I would actually be meeting her. In reality. In the flesh. Our flesh, together.

Mike kindly gave me a lift over to the city of our mutual choice. I sat for a while in the shopping centre cafe, having arrived early, sipping much black coffee in the hope for alertness. Clothes feeling tight and suddenly feeling less than attractive, I gulped it down as the clock ticked round to the selected time.

Finally she texted that she had arrived. I felt cold yet so hot. Contradictory feelings as usual. Confident but shy, self conscious. Hot but freezing. Calm exterior, ruffled and racing inside.

When we finally met I was struck how pretty she is. Tall yes, perfectly so. She looks like a model.. We embraced and her scent sang to me. Mike left us and we made some small talk, leaving the shopping centre cafe to find somewhere more relaxing, an ambient atmosphere. Possibly with alcohol.

Laughing, chatting and giggling down the street I had no idea where I was going. My sense of direction is hazy at the best of times (I got lost in a small shopping centre once, only finding my way out by back tracking the shops I'd been in *blush*) but I was hoping that in such a vibrant city there would be a Wetherspoons or a Yates or somesuch large comfortable bar nearby.

We walked, well, wandered for a while before admitting defeat. Turning heel we saw a Slug & Lettuce so chose to dive in there, despite the busy bustle and the football starting up. D led the way, very confident and striding through the crowds with me loitering and feeling a fool in her wake.

Grabbing a suddenly free table near the bar, I made myself comfortable as we discussed drinks. She removed her jacket and... oh my god. Her dress. My favourite colour, deep red, cut so low, displaying her perfect cleavage and ample breasts to perfection. My breath caught in my throat as I stared, dazed, like an idiot. Rabbit in headlights.

She giggled wickedly and asked (again) what I would like to drink. I muttered the first thing that came to mind, my usual, vodka and diet coke. The waitress who had seemingly suddenly appeared at our table (who could blame her) took the order, mentioned something about doubles and I nodded dumbly. Shit -why did I do that - I'm already feeling fuzzy and I haven't even started yet! D ordered something non alcoholic - what was her plan exactly, I wondered, nervously.

After a while the conversation flowed naturally and we volleyed wit and sparkling humour like the best. The buzz of the bar echoed our enjoyment and the alcohol relaxed me to a more confident feel within myself.

Dispensing with single drinks D ordered a jug of Long Island Iced Tea next. Perfect. A woman that just dives right in. I like that.

The time was spinning out of my control, we only had the afternoon together and I was aware it was slipping away and we hadn't even connected physically yet, no matter how either of us wanted to. I guessed she wanted to. I wasn't sure. I wanted to kiss her but at a table in a busy bar wasn't exactly the best place. I pushed this mental debate down to a quiet murmur in my mind as we finished the last of the cocktail jug (with a laugh - as the last two glasses were pure ice cubes) and it was my turn to choose next.

Gazing at the drinks menu which seemed to melt to a blur of alcoholic themed words in front of me, I picked out a familiar favourite... Italian Kiss.

I did choose it for the Martini involved (we are the beautiful people doncha know *mwah*), not for the urban meaning, which I only found out today! Probably a good job I didn't know that yesterday actually. My confidence would have all but evaporated!

Finally the chat, laughter and alcohol had to come to an end as D needed to leave to avoid traffic and get back home. We sighed and made our way back to the shopping centre where we were both getting picked up ... her by her wandering man (who had been wandering the streets all afternoon to leave us to get on with it -bless) and me by Mike who I would text once ready.

D and I did some final rounds of the shops, the alcohol having soothed us into a comfortable friendly bond now. Still hadn't kissed despite a couple of girly visits to the bathroom together.

We hugged and said goodbye and she made her way back to her car where her man would be waiting. I sat and texted Mike and kicked and cursed myself for not grabbing and kissing her.

Sighing and writing off the afternoon as much fun but possibly a missed opportunity... I made my way round John Lewis in the centre for a final window shop before Mike arrived. Then, a sudden volley of texts between D and I, beginning with her:

'I'm not lost, I'm temporarily misplaced.'

'I wanted to kiss you, but didn't want to freak you out!'

'I'm by GAP... come and kiss me then :P '

It was like a film. I turned on my heel and determinedly strode out of John Lewis, to the sudden startled looks of the Saturday staff and shoppers alike.

She was facing away from me, just having stepped off the escalator there... I grabbed her arm from behind, swung her round and kissed her deeply. I'm sure I could hear the score from Gone with the Wind.

Ignoring the passing groups of whistling, pack animal, lecherous men, shouting lewd suggestions and what they supposedly took for compliments, we broke free for air and smiled at each other.

'I'm glad you found me again.'

'Me too', I replied.

Embracing and kissing for a few minutes more, pulling away to the side of the centre instead of right in the centre of the crowds, we enjoyed a lovely fumble and probing embrace. She tasted delicious. Perfect.

Setting off arm in arm wandering, hazy, not really looking where we were going, I slipped my arm round her every so often and kissed her cheek and shoulder... we didn't want to have to part, it was too cruel.

I spotted Mike waiting for me on the corner, and she too knew she must finally go. I handed over the gifts I had brought for her (sex toys and lube, of course!) and made to separate at last.

With a final kiss we parted ways, promised to meet up again soon - and get a room this time. Not sure why two women kissing in public is seen as dirty yet a man and a woman are seen as romantic. That is a debate for another day, I guess.

The trip home was punctuated not only by sensual and erotic text messages between us, but also highly arousing titanium flicks against my clit from the poor state of the roads. I wasn't complaining ... despite the involuntary moans.

My dreams last night were filled with the taste of her lips. D must stand for delicious, deviant and divine. Perfection.

Can't wait til next time. Thank you D for a beautiful and perfect day.


Cara

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Cover Me in Dildos and Feed Me to the Lesbians

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The Journey to a Self Made Orgasm

I'm wondering today, how many orgasms per week one needs in order to feel fulfilled. Perhaps several each day, several an hour? Or are you a one-a-day man or woman? How do you choose to travel to this destination?

Even though I could orgasm daily, I choose not to. Why? I like to build up the anticipation.

My particular libido means that I require mental stimulation as well as physical. I feel that my orgasm is not merely a physical need but rather a release from erotic mental/emotional stimulation.

Oh sure, I get those times where I feel I simply have to cum, or else I'll explode. But for the most part, as long as I orgasm every three or four days, I am ticking along nicely.

I have had some comments from people not understanding my enjoyment of the week+ chastity while my new clit hood bar made my clitoris unavailable for stimulation. This delves into the fetish territory of chastity, which is the enjoyment (or not, I guess! but always consensual activity) of orgasm denial.

Chastity can involve teasing or not. You may wish to be fitted with (or fit to your parter) a female, or male, chastity device.

Personally I always like to remain in control, but I do have masochistic tendencies that run synonymous to my sadistic side. I'm particularly kinky!

This means that I will abstain from orgasms until the need is just touching intolerable, to really glean the most enjoyment from making the anticipation last. Building that sexual tension into a frenzy, either alone or by being teased by various lovely friends. You know who you are!

In the past, I have refrained from an orgasm for two years. This was with an ex who did not 'allow' me to have sex toys, plus I did not orgasm through sex with him. After months of denial, my libido all but died anyway, so the torturous agony wasn't there.

The trick is getting that balance between orgasming too much (in this context, as I can hear shouts of, 'you can't orgasm too much!') so that it becomes instant gratification, merely flicking a button (!), and not orgasming often enough so that your libido disappears and any chastity enjoyment along with it.

My lovely man is purely vanilla and does not participate in anything beyond mildly kinky. I feel that I would only be able to lightly touch upon chastity play with a woman anyway, one that I trust and who I could give myself over to sexually, in the bedroom only, for fun.

For the most part, I tease myself to a point of needing to climax. Whether wearing butt plugs for a while, a love egg along with it or simply edging almost to climax then stopping, with a bullet, or just some lube and fingers... I enjoy the long drawn out journey to orgasm more than simply a race to the finish line.

This delicate weaving journey, alongside erotic mental stimulation (filthy talk, role play etc) and romantic tangible accoutrements mean that the final release is so much more fulfilling. Your entire soul is caught up in the pure delights of the moment, rather than simply ending the frustration of the nerve endings.

How do my readers feel about this, I wonder? Do you masturbate simply to end that need, as often as possible? Or do you enjoy the tease along the way?

What is the most fulfilling route to orgasm for you? Think about it, then comment below!


Have fun & stay sexy, blog angels!


Cara

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Lesbian Love - Where I'm At Now

It finally finished with kitten. No blame on either side, we just didn't work on a mental and emotional level. Entirely opposite opinions of the world, relationships, men and women. Possibly we should have had more conversations before the removal of clothes and the multiple orgasms... ah well.

I'm a very feminine woman. In the lesbian world, there are terms to describe the different 'types' of lesbian. Of course not all women will fit these categories exactly, it is impossible to pigeon hole absolutely everyone with a few labels. However, I do identify with these types both from personal experience with women and how I feel in myself.

• Butch
• Femme
• Boi

Most people will recognise the term 'butch' as it carries the weight of the world's stereotype with it. Shaven headed, bare faced, stocky women wearing dungarees and doc martens, with an assortment of tattoos and enough metalware through their skin to worry for their safety near power lines.

As I see it, the terms mean as follows:

Butch: A lesbian who holds traditionally male values, including how they dress, lack of makeup or interest in being traditionally feminine. Often referred to as a 'dyke' whether insultingly or not. May arrive 'packing' and is usually the 'cock' in sexual relations.

Femme: A lesbian, often referred to as a 'lipstick lesbian', often mistaken for a straight woman by the outside world. Holds traditionally feminine values and opinions. Wears makeup and often holds shoes in high regard. The one who is taken by the 'cock' in sexual relations.

Boi: A fairly new term to be added to the above two separate identities, a boi may be a lesbian who for all appearances seems very womanly and feminine but holds some or all of the male ideals/opinions. Can arrive 'packing' or not. The urban dictionary describes a lesbian 'boi' in this way:

'a young transgendered/androgynous/masculine person who is biologically female and presents themselves in a young, boyish way; a boidyke; often also identifies as genderqueer.'

Personally, I feel ultra feminine, I never have the slightest inclination towards feeling male, even when I wear the largest strap on I own. When I wear a cock, it doesn't feel natural, it feels funny. I can give pleasure in this way but during lesbian sex I prefer to be taken, ravished... after appropriate wining, dining, flattery and seduction of course.

I am a Femme.

I guess you could tell that from the frequent mentions to health, beauty, lingerie, clothes and shoes in this blog alone!

Ultimately, I'm attracted to women for feminine qualities. It is difficult for me to understand lesbians who are attracted to male values and opinions in other women, as it seems slightly juxtaposed with the fact that it is women you find attractive.

Perhaps the difference lies in attitudes towards sex. For me to have sex with someone, I need to feel a bond, a connection, I want to feel attractive inside and out, valued, worth more to them than anyone (in lesbian sex, that is above all other women, not impeding any heterosexual relationship which I can distinguish from).

If I am to enjoy feeling vulnerable, fragile, to offer myself up to be 'taken' by the woman of choice, I need to feel safe and secure with them. Not only in a physical way, but in an emotional welfare way too.

It is likely that due to past bad experiences with men and my naturally cautious, anxious and at times paranoid nature, I seek out sexual attention and affection like it is water to one dying of thirst. Sex has always been how I have both been shown any affection and how I have been able to easily find it.

Heavy flirtation and a sexually suggestive nature aside, when it actually comes down to having relations with a woman I want to be supremely special to her as she is to me. I have had a relationship with a woman before and there is something almost magical about waking up with a woman that you know is entirely into you, as you are with her. Nothing male about in the slightest, just ultimate femininity, knowing the importance of the little things, romance, compliments, enjoying clothes and makeup and girly novelties.

Sometimes I wonder if I am now entirely lesbian (apart from my hetero relationship with my man which is a constant) due to forces beyond my control in life. I have been repeatedly turned off men by their attitudes, behaviour (to me and generally) and place in our culture and society.

I do not enjoy the traditional hardcore porn, with peroxide blondes, collagen lips, botox face and behinds, nipped, tucked, rammed and fucked. I prefer eroticism, sensuality, emotive art and erotic literature.

This is not to say all men are the same, far from it. I know some lovely men and they are very thoughtful and caring. This is rather, a general view of that masculine wave which seems to be everpresent and dominant in our world still, for all the work women do to correct this. That women are weaker, that they are only fit to look physically attractive and to be used as sex objects.

Just because women can take these attitudes and exploit them for their own advantage, does not mean that those attitudes and opinions were correct in the first place.

I was probably born bisexual. This is seen in the fact that I have a long term relationship with my man, who I both love, and am very much in love, with. The fact we have a 5 year old child together just binds us even closer.

He is aware that I have a need in my heart for a lesbian love, not purely physical but also to meet that desire for a matched femininity. He is not threatened by this, as obviously it is something that he both cannot and has no desire to provide.

My heart has four sections, physically and metaphorically:

• Love for my child
• Love for my man
• Love for a woman
• Love as a Mistress (see the deviant side of my life)

These all work in harmony, without impeding one another, to complete me.

Before embarking on physical love with a woman, I would advise that a mental, emotional and personality connection be made first. See if any of the above attitudes trigger a response in you. Which do you identify with? Perhaps not exactly all that each 'label' entails but what do you seek from a relationship with a woman?

I think we all deserve to be treated with respect, regardless of our gender, orientation and opinions. Embrace who you are and have fun exploring your feminine (or masculine) world!



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Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

I have just finished this book and let me tell you, it's difficult to put down until you get to the very last page! I tore myself away from the final sentence with a sense of palpable loss.

I had thought that my previous lesbian short story fiction romp, Xcite's Girl Fun 1 _ Adventures in Lesbian Loving was good. This new beauty from LoveHoney however, is the Daddy (should that be Mummy?) version.

Covering a wide range of settings and characters, this book will surprise you time after time. At several points during the book I had to reach down to satisfy myself. It's just that hot!

Butches, bois and femmes are covered, as well as curious but reluctants. Very politically correct: the mention of a wheelchair at one point did throw me, only because it's an unusual insertion for erotic fiction, in this world obsessed by physical perfection!

There are also taboo boundaries crossed; time travelling to fuck yourself, perving on ghosts, cousin sex. There is a sense of naughtiness throughout the book that can't help but get all your juices flowing. Plenty of highly explicit and graphic lesbian sex scenes, describing every tongue stroke and every thrust, whether fingers or strap on.

I need about 10 more copies of this book so I can give them to all my friends! Even straight women would enjoy this book and obviously straight men would too *grin*

Written by real lesbians, so the interaction of either sexual relations or just in a lesbian relationship is realistic and natural, not fake, Hollywood, for male titillation or amusement. It's really refreshing to have lesbians finally depicted as real women, with personalities, albeit voracious women with an incredible sexual appetite for their partners or the woman that takes their fancy at that moment...

Why don't you take a peek too? This book is on sale now from LoveHoney ... enjoy free discreet delivery and you could soon be snuggled up under the duvet with this piece of literary (cliterary?) magic as well as a finger tingler or love egg to heighten the experience even more....

Oh dear, I seem to be giving away all my secrets.

*laughs*

Until next time, stay sexy, blog angels!

Cara
xxx

Xcite Books - Hot, Horny Erotica

Just a quick note to update you all on this week's filthy plans! I have some very 'Xciting' news. I will be reading and reviewing books from the fabulous Xcite Books.

If you remember, I already own a book by them: Girl Fun One - Adventures in Lesbian Loving, which I adore.

I have four books/stories that I will be reading, enjoying and reviewing, which are as follows:

Temptations Volume One - Erotic Stories

The Mother of all Hen Nights

Adventures of a London Call Boy

The Greed Jar

Well I'm certainly going to be busy the next few days at least! That reminds me, I must shop for an e-book reader so I can carry the wonderful e-versions of this fantastic looking erotica around with me. Reading it on screen also leaves my fingers free for other things...

Until next time, stay sexy blog angels

xxx

Lesbian Training School

Yesterday brought a few surprising and delightful treats from a good friend of mine, Carly. She had promised some printed t-shirts for me, and finally the wonderful package arrived. Excitedly I opened them out... three t-shirts all for me!

Each one of them displays a fun slogan, showing a facet of my personality and sexy life!

I have taken a picture for you with the inspirational/muse items, above.

Firstly, a Mistress t-shirt, showing that I am interested in the fetish scene, as anyone who knows me will be able to confirm. I have displayed this with a couple of my favourite items, the Bondage Boutique Xtreme Leather Basic PVC Ball Gag and the Bondage Boutique Luxury Two Tone Suede Flogger. I love these items and I must mention the fact that Bondage Boutique offer the world's first loyalty scheme. Every item comes with stickers you put on a collector card, once you have collected enough you can claim your free spanker!

Secondly, an Intimidildo t-shirt. This amuses me no end, since I recently was lucky, if that is the right choice of word, to test the enormous inflatable dildo shown in the picture. Oh Carly and I did laugh. She said it should be called the Intimidildo, which is also her pet name for a favourite wishlist dream, the Super Victor Giant Dildo. Ouch!

Finally, my secret is out. Yes my friends, I adore being gay. Therefore I of course required a Yayness for Gayness t-shirt! I battled against my usual subtle nature and won. I bet no-one guessed previously that I was lesbian, did you? Complete shock to the world. Ahem, yes anyway. I will wear my new t-shirt with 'pride' (see what I did there?) and possibly whilst reading my new Best Lesbian Erotica 2010 book which I am really enjoying! I also have the Xcite book, Girl Fun 1 - Adventures in Lesbian Loving, which is a fun introduction to Sapphic play and I highly recommend it.

After poring over Carly's hand written love note like a properly lust-struck stalker, I finally calmed down enough to actually talk to the wonderfully divine woman herself to say thanks. I think my crush on her amuses her somewhat. She doesn't complain much for a straight woman and in fact encourages my flirting! Some women can be such sluts. I love it.

After much mental frottage, she had the brilliant idea of starting a lesbian training school. My mind immediately went to outfits, of course. Haughty school Mistress combined with a dash of imperious Governess. Perfect.

Now I just need to find some willing victims. I mean pupils. I think a good class would consist of around 6 lovely luscious curious corruptibles.

Once I had these signed up, I would start lessons with a blog post consisting of my very own lesbian erotica...

Who is 'wanton' some training? Comment on this blog and reveal yourselves... The teacher is ready to show her students all they need to know...

Until (maybe) a very hot and saucy Sapphic tale next time...

Stay sexy, my blog angels

xxx

FML

Wanton Weekend Walk Through

The weekend was yet again a mishmash of fun, exciting, erotic and sensual adventures. Friday saw Kitten coming round in the evening with her man for a sleepover, which I had anticipated eagerly all week. An evening of films, frigging and filthy fingering.

Beginning rather innocently with friendly chat and handholding, we progressed steadily to a point where she was writhing half naked atop me while her man was apparently engrossed in the film currently on in the background. Far, far in the background. Something about space, I wasn't really paying attention. I don't really think he was either.

Kitten definitely wasn't by the way her tiny hand was thrust then trapped between my soft warm thighs under her, her clit-seeking fingers doing an expert job keeping me breathless and on the cusp. It was all I could manage to concentrate on trying not to break the bones in my hand, contorting it into unnatural positions whilst locating her hidden wetness, down what must be the world's tightest jeans. I have really gone off jeans.

Thankfully I had removed her bra and top to free her amazing breasts, so large on such a tiny frame. Entirely irresistible. I have to pinch, suck, nibble and play with them. I simply cannot merely look at those full pert orbs, those fleshy globes, those... well. You get my point(s).


It was a thoroughly satisfying evening for all involved and I finally crawled into bed to nakedly sleep on top of my man at around 2am.


The next morning didn't dawn bright and clear as much as hazy and resentful. A 7am start wasn't exactly what I had planned for Saturday, but despite the morning fog & remaining sexual stickiness I soon cleaned up and made my way back down to my beautiful sex toy. Strong coffees, lingering looks and fond farewell fumbling filled up the few hours before she had to once again depart from me, leaving me feeling bereft and empty without her.


Without much time to dwell on Sapphic sentimentality, I had to quickly plan ahead. I had a birthday party to attend! Mike's birthday had been midweek but we had previously arranged to leave off the main celebrations until Saturday night, when my man and I would visit Mike's home for nibbles, drink and to take over Mike's bed, kicking the poor sod out onto the lounge floor. Happy Birthday Mike, we've come to eat your food, drink your alcohol, raid your cupboards and steal your bed. Nice!

Actually it was thoroughly enjoyable. We all enjoyed a veritable banquet of a Chinese takeaway. I had simply never seen nor enjoyed such a huge amount of delicious Chinese cuisine in one go before! After plenty of luxury icecream (it was a birthday celebration after all!) we tucked into fine wines, spirits and cocktails. Chat and laughter continued to the small hours whereupon my man and I retired to the comfortable & insanely bright pink king size bed for the night, once again at around 2am!



Woke at 6am. Took one look at one of the many clocks that adorned the room. Thought, fuck that. Went back to sleep.



Woke at 9am. Thought, that's marginally better. Hmm. Head isn't sore. Bonus. Looked over at my man. Looked more comfortable than the mattress. Climbed aboard.



10am. Needed a shower. Badly.



Suffice to say that after a gorgeous breakfast of coffee and croissants I was one smug and satisfied woman on Sunday.


I had briefly been in touch with Kitten over the couple of days but she was very quiet. Busy with work I supposed. Frustrating little madam! My neurotic mind was rushing through cynical and pessimistic possibilities that could have been avoided with more communication and less mind reading.


After a day of wondering where I stand, with much confusion and worry (and more ice cream) it has finally been discussed and I feel at ease. When being faithful to someone in a sexual way there is an element of expectation on an emotional level. You are faithful to them, excluding other sexual advances. In exchange for this, a person does expect to have some emotional maintenance not unlike a romantic relationship, where a bond forms.


Without mutual exclusivity, I am free to play instead of pine! Let the orgy begin!

 

FML = Fuck More Lesbians

 *laughs*


Stay sexy, Blog Angels!

xxx