In the Back Row pt. 2

I'm not shy so I made the first move. I tilted my head up and leaned in for a kiss. His lips melted under mine. At first it was just lips touching, tasting, exploring. Then the tips of our tongues meeting, touching briefly, retreating, meeting again. Then we were pressing our mouths into each other. I was devouring him, and he was tasting me. Our first kiss lasted a full 10 minutes. By that time, I was already a little breathless.

He pulled back, looked into my eyes and breathed, "wow."

Indeed.

By this time the previews had rolled on. I looked around and I saw a few couples scattered here and there. None in the back row. A young couple did make their way towards the back row, but they changed their minds and headed towards the middle. So far, so good. It was my first time at public play, so I didn't want an actual audience.

I was about to say something about the small crowd, but he cut me off with his mouth. I didn't mind at all. We kissed for a few more minutes, and his hands started kneading my neck. I love neck rubs, and I absolutely melted under his fingers. My hands wandered over the curves of his tight biceps, his hard shoulders, his smooth broad back. It was like being back in high school, except we were both experienced.

He broke the kiss and went for my neck. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. He licked my neck, my ears, then lower. He tasted the flesh at my collarbone, dipped into my cleavage. I was mad for his touch. Every lick sent tremors throughout me. He went for the buttons on my dress. I noticed he had big hands with long fingers. I love a man with nice hands.

His fingers were shaking just a tiny bit, and I thought that was very cute. I helped him with the first button. He could see the cups on my white bra. He had no trouble with the second and third buttons. Now he could see my entire chest. It was dark, but I know he could see the whiteness of the bra and paleness of my skin. He leaned back in his seat to study me. He had seen my bare breasts from the photos I sent him, but I still felt a little self-conscious.

He leaned closer to me and whispered, "Are you sure you're a B-cup? You look like a full C to me."

I pushed him away, but I was flattered. I know my breasts look bigger because of my small frame. I may not be a busty girl, but I'm proud of what I've got. I thought about explaining this to him, but instead I grabbed the back of his head and whispered, "Just shut up and kiss me." Unoriginal but it seemed perfect at the time.

To be continued...

In the Back Row pt. 1

[More nostalgic smut - this is another tale that first appeared on Literotica.com, summer of '05]

Alan agreed to meet me at a coffee shop first. Neither of us was new to the online hook-up scene, so meeting in a public place was the natural first step. I was a little nervous, but I think that's normal. We had exchanged photos, and I knew the attraction was mutual. Our phone conversations had worked for the both of us, so meeting in person was long overdue.

I sipped my iced latte, and I sat at a table by the front door. As requested I was wearing a short sleeveless cotton dress, buttons running down the front, adorned with yellow butterflies. It was late evening, so maybe it was too late for such a summery dress. The area had been going through a tremendous heat wave, so it was warm enough for that dress. Under the dress, I wore a simple white bra, hooks in the front for his convenience. I thought about wearing thong panties, but I wanted to feel the cool breeze on my bare skin.

I read a paper while I waited. I told him I'd be pretty easy to spot. Just look for the asian girl with glasses and purple streaks in her hair. I am going through my latent punk phase at the moment. After a few minutes, I looked up, and I immediately recognized him from the photos. He looked exactly like the pictures he sent, so he got extra points for that. Tall, lean, early 30s, big blue eyes and a boyish smile. From our naughty exchanges, I knew that his boy-next-door looks hid a kinky side. That made him even more attractive.

I got up and he hugged me hello. "You look nice," he spoke into my ear. "I hope I'm not too late."

"No. I was a bit early." I inhaled deeply. He didn't wear too much cologne. Another point.

We sat down so I could finish my latte. He said he wasn't thirsty. The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He liked what he saw, and he was ready for our little experiment to begin. Usually I don't like men who are too eager, but I made an exception for him. He was just too cute, and I was waiting to see how naughty he could be.

He planned everything perfectly. We picked a smaller theater in a relatively quiet area of town. There was a moderate sized crowd, but not the huge crowds you see at the multiplex cinemas. As we waited for our late show to start, we noticed that it was mostly couples, young and old. This theater wasn't located near a huge mall, so we didn't have to worry about any kids running about.

We entered the theater early so we could get a seat in the back row, near the corner, away from the main stairway. I remember it was some kind of artsy foreign film, but I don't remember the name of the movie.

I sat near the wall, and we cuddled closer. Even if someone were to sit near us, his body would shield me from view. Even though he wasn't built, he was tall, about 6'2''. I could easily hide my 5'1'' frame from prying eyes.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"Not really."

"Well, take this anyway." He took off his coat and laid it across my lap. He let his fingers linger on my thighs for a bit before laying his hands in his lap.

"Thank you. You're so sweet." I leaned my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me. We were like a regular couple.

To be continued...

Sugasm #72

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #73? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you're all set.

This Week's Picks
Big-Titted Muses (http://middleurge.blogspot.com)
"In the span of fifteen seconds, these two lovers instantly own the room, the camera, the cock."

Make it happen (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
"Dip two strawberries in the chocolate, eat one and feed me the other."

Water, Water Everywhere… (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
"He pauses there, feeling the weight in his hands, then soaps my breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers and thumb."

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Nathalie Portman is Naked (http://sugarbank.com)
Editor's Choice
Control (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)

More Sugasm
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Bathtub #2 HNT ( http://stealthbombshell.blogspot.com)
Cockslut Column #8 ( http://themilfblog.blogspot.com)
Jamie Lynn Nude ( http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Nikki benz episode 6 ( http://boobfixxx.com)
Oh these college girls ( http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Pretty In Pink ( http://fourstate.blogspot.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Always a Junkie ( http://onlyamirage.blogspot.com)
The Blind Leading the Deaf ( http://talktovanessa.com)
The Early Days of Porn ( http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Fears and Tears ( http://lastbreath.wordpress.com)
Female Genital Mutilation vs. Hoodectomy ( http://trishwilson.typepad.com/blog)
More Sex Sometimes Leads to More Sex ( http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com )

Sex Advice
Ask Evil Baby! ( http://secretbrain.blogspot.com)
Reader Says: Ack! Ex Wants To Be Friends! What Now? ( http://smutandsteff.com)

Sex Work
Sex Work and Society ( http://www.principalquattrano.com)
Smooth is good, Smoother is better ( http://www.longhairedgoddess.com/blog )

BDSM & Fetish
Amber (Part Six) April Fool's ( http://buttocksblog.blogspot.com)
Big O's ( http://sweatshopsissy.wordpress.com)
Control ( http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)
Do as you please with me Sir, i am yours ( http://pixiepie.wordpress.com)
Exposed ( http://www.timidboy.com)
Happy HNT - Hearts and fetish ( http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Just Rope ( http://pandorablake.blogspot.com)
Meeboguest G confesses: "I suck his cock" ( http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
Whispers ( http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)

Sex Reviews
A Few of My Favorite Naughty Things Part II (http://www.taratainton.com )
Love Honey Toys Review ( http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
Vibrating Feeldoe Review ( http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Web Cam Girls for Live Chat ( http://www.connectbycam.com/blog)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
After his date. ( http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)
Another moment of promise. ( http://celebrateyournaughtiness.blogspot.com )
Ball Games ( http://confessions112.blogspot.com)
Big-Titted Muses ( http://middleurge.blogspot.com)
Catch Me Off Guard ( http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Country Bar Bull Pickup ( http://watchingmywife.blogspot.com)
First Time pt. 4 ( http://kislee.naughtyblog.net)
Fuckmaker's Paradise ( http://ilichenyou.blogspot.com)
A Love Triangle ( http://sharedcindy.blogspot.com)
Make it happen ( http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
The Soap Job ( http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Three Way ( http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)
A Tiny Bed ( http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
Until It Was Time For More ( http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com )
Water, Water Everywhere… ( http://thismuse.blogspot.com)

Sex & Politics
Living in Sin ( http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)
Real Amateur College Porn (But Not How You Think) ( http://mikeymongol.blogspot.com )

More on "what do you do?"

My weekend was filled with happy chaos. I watched my college basketball team make it to the Final 4. I hung out with old friends and some new ones. I drank too much and smoked too much, and I am paying for it today. Actually my body was hurting yesterday but I plowed on like a trooper. I think I'm in partying mode because of spring. Yes, it's a seasonal thing.

While chatting with some new friends, one of them asked me, "so what do you do for a living?"

I had been chatting with them for a few minutes, and they seemed open minded. So I told them the truth. Then one of the guys said, "that's interesting because I used to work for the sex industry."

Me: Really? What did you do if you don't mind me asking?
Him: Not at all. I was a phone sex operator for about six months.

Then we got into a long conversation about the adult industry. About being pigeonholed into certain labels. About finding like-minded people who won't judge you based on how you make money. It was a great conversation, and I'm glad that I started it by telling him what I do for a living. Sometimes you don't have to keep secrets from people.

First Time pt. 4

First Time Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3


Her hand became bolder. My own hand mimicked hers. When she rubbed my clit, I rubbed hers. When she used her fingers to part my pussy lips, I did the same. When her middle finger entered me, I slid my own finger inside her. She felt warm and moist. I forgot my shyness and spread my legs to give her better access.

We kissed and rubbed each other. I thought of how my own body responded to my fingers, and I touched her the same way. I explored her with slick fingers, rubbing, caressing, and touching her all over. As she played with my clit, my hand followed the same rhythm. Rubbing her slowly then speeding up then pausing. Repeating the motion with more vigor. Soon my hand was slick with her, and my panties were soaked.

When she came, I felt her muscles clench around my fingers. I wondered if she felt that with my orgasm. I came so hard that even my jeans felt damp. Afterwards she got some tissues from her purse, and we cleaned our hands. The car smelled like sex, vanilla, and booze.

She exhaled loudly and leaned back in her chair. She opened the windows, and we shared a cigarette.

The kissing and everything else wasn't weird. The post-act silence was. I didn't know what to say, and suddenly she was very quiet. I wondered if she regretted what happened. We chit chatted about random stuff until I decided it was time to go. My friends would be waiting for me.

We exchanged numbers, and she called me a few days after. I let it go to voicemail, but she never left a message. I never called her back. I wasn't trying to be rude. I just didn't know what to say. Now that we almost fucked, were we supposed to date? I wasn't sure what to do.

Time passed, and I almost forgot about her. I moved on, dated boys, kissed a few girls, nothing too serious. Well, I didn't really forget her. I still remembered the softness of her skin and the way she tasted. I think it's always like that with your first time whether it's a guy or a girl. Years later, I'll always remember Jewel and our first kiss.

The End

First Time pt. 3

I stared at her parted lips. I felt my face burn. I shrugged again. "I just know."

She took a step closer, and I leaned against the sink. I knew what would happen next, but I didn't try to stop her. She cupped my chin with one hand and pressed her lips against mine. She covered my mouth with soft pecks as if she was afraid to do more.

I parted my lips, and she tasted like vodka and some kind of tropical fruit. Maybe it was her gum or a girly martini. I inhaled the flowery scent of her shampoo. She licked the tip of my tongue tentatively. I became bold and explored her mouth with my tongue.

I thought it would be awkward or weird, but it wasn't. I leaned into the kiss, and her arms went around my waist. The kiss deepened until warmth flowed throughout my body.

I stepped away from her embrace. Her plump lips look naked without gloss. Holding hands, we quickly walked towards her car. We didn't even exchange words, just a look that sent sparks down my spine.

We sat in the front and shivered in the night air. Her lips were instantly on mine, and our hands moved everywhere. Underneath shirts, inside bra cups, between waist and waistbands, and touching the elastic of cotton panties. She tucked her head under my shirt and found my nipples. She sucked them into her mouth, twisting and rolling them with her tongue.

My hand moved under her skirt, but I wasn't sure what should happen next. I touched the front of her panties, and she felt so wet. Her tongue entered my mouth again. She leaned towards me and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled the zipper down for her. I pulled them halfway off my ass for easier access.

She touched me through my panties. I whispered, "Show me."

To be continued...

day after St. Patrick's day

I didn't have any green beer yesterday, but I'm recovering from a few too many of these:


I saw so many drunk college kids last night. You know you're getting old when you start to think of anyone under 25 as a dumb "kid." I don't remember being that bad when I was that age.

I'll be back with your regularly programmed smut tomorrow. Today I will just sleep the afternoon off.

First Time pt. 2

We exchanged awkward smiles, and we just stood there for a few minutes. After a while I excused myself and headed to an empty booth.

She followed me and sat close to me. She didn't look like the typical lesbian, so I was a little surprised. Then again, I didn't know too many lesbians. It's not like I was an expert.

I didn't want to be rude, but I wasn't the type to lead anyone on. I could tell she was interested, and I wanted to just nip this in the bad.

"Look," I said. "You seem like a nice girl, and you're real cute. But I'm not gay. I like boys."

She grinned at me. "So? Who asked if you were gay?"

I blushed a little. Now I felt like an idiot. She lit a cigarette and offered one to me. I used the table candle to light up.

"I'm just messing with you," she said. "I'm interested. I've always had a thing for petite Asian girls. However, I can tell you and your friends are straight. So I won't go there."

I relaxed a little. We ordered another round of drinks and started to chat about music. We talked about the upcoming local music festival and about which bands we wanted to see. She talked a lot with wide hand gestures. When she listened, she always had her hand of my thigh or the small of my back. I figured she was one of those touchy-feely types, so I didn't mind.

Out of the blue, she said, "So you've never been with a girl." Not a question but a statement.

"Nope. What makes you say that?"

"I can tell. You seem so vanilla." She shrugged. "I can usually tell by looking at a girl."

It felt like she was calling me a prude. I was used to it, so it didn't really bother me. Well, maybe it bothered me a little. I felt like she was making fun of me.

My face felt hot. I wasn't sure if it was from the beer or something else. I excused myself and went to the restroom.

When I came out of the stall, she was in front of the mirror. We both re-applied our shiny lip glosses.

She turned to me. "I bet you've never even kissed a girl."

"Nope." I shrugged. "What can I say? I like dick."

She moved her lips closer to my ear. "Yeah, but how do you know? How do you know what you like or don't like if you haven't tried it yet?"

To be continued...

First Time pt. 1

I'm probably the straightest straight chick you'll ever know. I'm still a bisexual virgin. I've never touched any boobs. I've never even kissed a girl. All of my female friends have had at least one bisexual experiment. Maybe someday I'll join the cool crowd. I'm always late to the trend.

Lately it's not hard to find a hot girl willing to flirt with another hot girl. Usually they're straight girls, but they like to play like they're more than that. My guy friends say I'm lame. It's the new thing. Get with the times. Straight vanilla girls are just so boring.

Even my chick friends think I'm a prude. You give them enough booze, and they have no problem with kissing another girl. Maybe they'll add more so you can watch their tongues entwined together. The bold ones will squeeze some titties. Maybe they'll cup their hands over a friend's ass. I've had my boobs and ass fondled by my friends. Sometimes I'll play along, but usually I don't.

I just shrug when they tease me. I can appreciate a beautiful female, but women just don't have the right equipment.

That's the same thing I told Jewel when she first found me. She walked up to me, put her hand on my waist, and spoke in my ear. "Can I buy you a drink?"

I turned to look at her. She was young, maybe close to my age. Petite frame, slim waist, her black hair cut short in a chopped-up pixie. She reminded of Winona Ryder in that movie where she was in a mental institution. Cute with a touch of sexy. I thought she had a touch of Asian blood in her, but I couldn't be sure.

I told her "no thanks" and gave her a courtesy smile. I moved away from the bar, closer to the dance floor. I sipped my beer and watched my friends acting like fools. Two of the girls were up on the stage. They touched each other's boobs and shared a quick peck on the lips. If you blinked, you would have missed it. Still the boys in the audience went wild. Pretty soon the girls would be doing tequila body shots. It was their usual Saturday night routine.

The girl came up behind me. She asked, "Are those your friends?"

I glanced back and nodded.

"They're not lesbians, are they?" She nodded her head to the thumping bass.

"Them? Nope."

"I didn't think so. Too bad." She grinned. "My name's Jewel."

I shook her hand. "I'm Kimberly. Kim, for short."

To be continued...

Steak & BJ day (?!)

I didn't know it until a few minutes ago, but I guess today is "Steak & BJ Day" (Where the hell have I been? How long has this been going on?)

Here's a brief description: Essentially it's the man's version of Valentine's Day except that you forget about the flowers and bath oils. They're replaced with, what else; a steak and a blow job.

Ok...I guess if men have to put up with all the Valentine's Day crap, then they can have their day, too. Welcome to the internet. You learn something new every day.

dirty keywords

I need to write more smut on my blog. Let's take a look at some of the keyword entries on my statcounter:

fondle myself
video asian girl wet chair cut fondle breasts - for some reason, this makes me think of an Asian version of Flashdance
cupped breast stories - i'm not exactly sure what that means
tight jeans spanking contacts - well, i do write spanking stories *shameless plug* but i tend to prefer baggy jeans
soaked my panties

I used to obsess over my statcounter on my prior blogs. I try not to obsess about the number of hits, but I do enjoy looking at the keyword information. Some of you are finding my blog through the above searches, but my blog isn't that raunchy so far. I guess I'll have to work on that.

Sugasm # 70

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #71? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week's Picks
You're So Dirty When You’re Clean. ( http://middleurge.blogspot.com)
"The side of your hand slipping along her pussy lips. Her laugh, a mix of I-knew-it and do-that-more."

Before ( http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
"Condoms and lube go into the bedside drawer next to the Bible. Purse into the drawer with clothes, whore-bag into the closet with my street shoes."

Rude Bits: Tracy Quan on the Raunch Debate (http://susiebright.blogs.com)

"If someone is making money off your body, you should too."

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sex Mad(ness) (http://sugarbank.com)

Editor's Choice
The art of pegs (some artistic CBT) ( http://mistress160.blogspot.com)

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Heart Panties HNT ( http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Hillary scott episode 4 ( http://boobfixxx.com)
Just Teen Site’s Latest Nude Photo and Video (http://www.taratainton.com )
Light's Out! ( http://buttocksblog.blogspot.com)
Veronika Zemanova Nude ( http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)

Sexual Poetry
Free verse smut ( http://kislee.naughtyblog.net)
Keys ( http://curious-grl.blogspot.com)
Poem: "International Women’s Day" ( http://porno-poet.livejournal.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Confessors and Confessions ( http://aslipofagirl.blogspot.com)
Flesh is Light, Volume One ( http://humpjones.com)
Fuck Me, Daddy and Other Lessons (Part Two) ( http://www.sex-kitten.net)
A Fuck Superlative: Coming Together (http://brooklynrake.blogspot.com)
Hello, it's Me, Again! ( http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
Once a Junkie… ( http://onlyamirage.blogspot.com)
Release ( http://sarawinters.blogspot.com)
Well, at least I have some good sexy thoughts anyways… (http://ladycalliah.wordpress.com )
Why I don’t do Myspace ( http://www.longhairedgoddess.com/blog )

Sex and Politics
GOPorn: Smut and the American Conservative ( http://mikeymongol.blogspot.com)
The Plot Thickens ( http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
Teacher Fired over Porn Pop Ups ( http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)

BDSM & Fetish
A Confession ( http://lestatsdragons.blogspot.com)
Fake Spanking Filmmakers ( http://adelehaze.com)
Fetish ( http://lonelyhouse.wordpress.com)
Happy HNT - Nipple clamp torture ( http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
The Ideal Fantasy School ( http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog)
Instant Replay ( http://pandorablake.blogspot.com)
Isabella’s Eyes - Part XV ( http://nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)
Sharing ( http://drtycplinva.blogspot.com)
Y is for yes please ( http://redvelvetropeburn.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
5 Questions - A house in the country - Part One ( http://gentlygently.blogspot.com )
Afternoon Delight (part 2) ( http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
A Fish Story ( http://blog.myspace.com/tit_elation)
Just one hour to fuck ( http://lastbreath.wordpress.com)
A Little Anal ( http://ilichenyou.blogspot.com)
The long tease (http://marriageishot.blogspot.com)
Love Runs Hot ( http://dopaminedreamsoverflow.blogspot.com)
Message Received ( http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)
My girlfriend the stripper, part 6 ( http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Snowbound ( http://joeheather.blogspot.com)
A Soft Romance ( http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)
Vanilla spicy ( http://junohenry.wordpress.com)

Veronika Zemanova pic courtesy of ErotiCandy Blog.

Looking for pics and stories

Are you a closet exhibitionist?
Are you a porn star behind closed doors?
Do you have a few sexy skeletons in the closet?
Do you want to participate in an erotic blog for women?

If so, check out For Her, an adult blog for women.

I'm looking for sexy photos, reader confessions, and sex tips. You can choose to be anonymous, or you can add a link back to your own blog or website.

If you want in, email me: forherblog (at) gmail.com

Sex still sells

Quote from The Marketing Whore:

The 2007 AVN Adult Entertainment Expo/GAYVN Expo broke all previous trade attendance records, garnering a 5% increase over 2006 trade attendance. (Despite the conservative agenda, sex is still big business!)

That puts a smile on my face. Someone recently asked me, "Is this a long-term thing for you?" I had to think about that. When I first started writing erotica, I didn't have high expectations. Actually I didn't know what to expect. Even after I started publishing my erotica, I didn't have any future plans. I've always been a "let's see what happens" type of person.

Now it's time for me to think about my future goals in this business. I know that the smut writing isn't a short term thing. I enjoy what I do, and I think I'm good at it. I'm still weary of privacy issues. (I don't tell everyone what I do for a living.) So far this is working out. Will I be able to make a career of this? We'll see.

E is for Exotic

Here is a sneak peek at Alison Tyler's upcoming anthology "E is for Exotic." My story "Bus Ride" has been accepted for this anthology.

Color me excited and ecstatic...this is huge! When she first emailed me to say she was interested in my story, I was buzzed for weeks. I'm a big fan of Alison Tyler, and her anthologies look great. I love the cover and title of this one.

I still have to wait for final approval from her publisher, Cleis Press. Keep your fingers crossed that my story doesn't get cut.

entering the adult blog world

Now you can add "adult blogger" to my resume. This blog could be considered "adult," but it's pretty tame compared to a lot of blogs out there.

I just started my very own porn blog: For Her, an adult blog for women

Women like porn, but there aren't a lot of porn blogs for women. One blog directory had 30+ blogs for women and 200-300 blogs for every other category. To give you an example, the category titled "Tits" has 337 blogs. How many women will be interested in a "tits" blog? Some blog directories don't even have a separate category for women. There's something wrong with that.

For Her will be a place where women can find hot pictures and well-written erotica. It'll be like any porn blog without all the "cum shots" and "cream pies." It's still a work in progress, but stay tuned for more.

free verse smut

If you only knew
the thoughts that roll in my head
scandalous thoughts, naughty bits,
a smile on my face
as I shave my delicate parts
so smooth to the touch
like a velvety tongue
sliding all over

My mind wanders as I
slide on your favorite panties
the sheer ones that barely
cover my slit
the fabric becomes moist
as soon as I sit up
legs crossed
then spread apart
in anticipation of you

If you only knew
why I'm looking at you
with the shy grin
hiding the image of me
pulling your clothes off
sliding down your boxers
as I descend on you
wrap my lips around you
smile as your knees buckle
shake, quiver as I taste you
licking that spot underneath
as my hand reaches towards
the silk between my legs

If you only knew
what I'm thinking
when I look at you

a day in the life

Once in a while someone will ask me, what do you do all day?

Meaning: You say you're a writer. Does that mean you get up at noon and peck at the keyboard all day?

Yes and no.

Here is an average Monday:

8:30 am - wake up...curse that it's monday
9 - actually get out of bed, shower, brush teeth, change
9:30 - check email, myspace, blog comments...make 1st cup of coffee
10:30 - go over previous night's documents
11:30 - lunch and more coffee
12:30 pm - surf adult blogs, check Sex-kitten.net's feed
1:30 - administrative tasks such as submitting stories, checking on submissions, researching markets, check affiliate links, etc.
3 - open Word and write or edit (I rarely do both at the same time. Some days are reserved for writing; some days are for editing)
5 or 6 - dinner
7 - write or edit
8-10 - mental break, i.e. watch TV and surf the net, exercise
10 - whenever - more writing or editing

My average day is a bit mundane. I don't sit on my ass all day waiting for inspiration. I may not be working a regular 9-to-5, but I like my schedule. Being a freelance writer is scary. You never know when the next paycheck is going to come in. You trade the stability of a steady paycheck for the flexibility of being on your own. Is it a fair trade? Only time (and my income) will tell...

some love for asian men

I wrote an essay for Sexkitten.net on the white man/asian woman trend. At one time, I was one of those Asian women who usually dated white men. It was just a preference, and I didn't rule out dating Asian guys. Now I'm more open in terms of future partners. I told my friend that I was over white guys, and I was only half-kidding. Lately I've noticed there are tons of hot Asian men around. Maybe my preferences are changing...but I digress.

I posted a link to the article on my myspace blog, and someone responded with this link: bitterasianmen.com

Some of the articles made me laugh, e.g. "why ninjas are better than girls." I understand part of the bitterness. There are some Asian women out there who will "only" date white men. Whatever. I can't knock someone's preference.

I hope Mr. BAM realizes that not all Asian women want white men. A lot of us have love for our Asian fellas. Maybe American society hasn't caught up on the Asian male love, but times are changing. I've got a long list of my favorite Asian men. Most of them are Korean stars, but they are high on my fantasy list. Here are a few of my faves:

Bi/Rain

Kwon Sang Woo

So Ji Sup

Jo In Sung

beautiful day

Today it's sunny and about 80 degrees. Just got back from the local farmer's market with a basket of organic strawberries, some veggies, and fresh roasted peanuts. I also got two boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. I can never say no to Thin Mints and Tagalogs.

I love days like today. It really makes me appreciate living in Southern California.

If you're in a smutty mood, click this LINK for Fleshbot's Babeblogs. I'm about to enjoy some more sunshine.

New blog address

I changed my blog host, so I have a new blog address:

kislee.naughtyblog.net

I've read that Blogger/Google deleted some adult blogs. In the process of getting rid of spam blogs, some legitimate blogs got caught in the crossfire. I don't want to take any chances.

Please update your link! Thanks.

hot asian

How about some eye candy (for the ladies)?

This is Bi (aka Rain), the hottest singer in Korea. He's got it all: looks, body, dance moves. I swoon for him.

nostalgic smut

The following is the first erotic story I ever wrote. From the summer of 2004. The writing could be better, but I think the story is pretty hot. It's a quickie example of pure stroke fiction. Hope you enjoy!

Bookstore Encounter

I'm a bookworm, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I love to spend hours in the bookstore, browsing the aisles for quality fiction, noir novels, history books, you name it. When most girls my age are hitting the bar, I'm in the local bookstore. It's not that I can't get dates. I receive enough attention from the opposite sex. I am a petite Asian female with a slim figure. I have shoulder length dark hair and dark eyes. I work out 4 times a week (no, I don't know martial arts). I consider myself to be attractive, but I just don't have much time for dating. I am a full time student, and I work in the evenings. I cherish my free time, and I would rather be reading than doing anything else.

On most weekend nights, you can find me at the Barnes and Nobles down the street. I like to stay until closing time. Last night I was in my usual spot, near the poetry stacks. I find that it is the most quiet area of the store, and there are usually empty chairs there. I settled down with a Ted Hughes collection and a latte. Time passed quickly, and pretty soon they were announcing that the store would be closed in 15 minutes. I stretched, and I went to return my book.

I stood in front of the poetry section, browsing through their selections. I felt someone approaching me, and I moved aside to give this person space. I could feel someone's presence near me, and I glanced to my right. A tall, twenty-something man was also browsing the poetry aisle. I looked down, and I smiled to myself. I only got a quick look, but I could tell he was cute. Handsome face, clean-cut, dark hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders. Too bad I wasn't looking my best that night. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black yoga pants. My hair was in a pony tail, and I didn't have on any makeup.

As he continued to stand next to me, I became embarrassed because I was not wearing a bra. For a petite woman, I have full breasts, natural C-cups. (What can I say, it's just genetics.) I worried that he could see my nipples through my shirt. As if he read my mind, he said "Nice shirt." I blushed. Was he mocking me? There was nothing special about my shirt. Just a white Hanes V-neck shirt, 3 for 10 bucks. I mumbled, "thanks" and thought about leaving. He wasn't threatening in any way, but for some reason I felt a little awkward.

I turned to leave, and he stepped closer to me. I hesitated for a bit, then the unexpected happened. The handsome stranger reached out and cupped my breast. I said, "hey" and he squeezed his fingers. I glanced around to see if anyone else was there, but it seemed like we were alone. I pushed his hand away, and he smiled. He leaned closer, pushing me back against the wall. He held a finger to his lips and grinned. I was dizzy. I knew that I should have screamed for help, but my lips would not move. He moved his body closer, as if to embrace me. I held my breath, and both of his hands slid up my shirt. His palms felt so warm. He cupped my breasts, and I had to swallow a moan. Another step, and he was almost pressed up against my body.

He was tall, around 6 feet. I'm only 5'1'', so he covered me with his body. He didn't say a word as he massaged my tender breasts. I never thought I would let a stranger fondle me in public. Yet it felt so good I didn't want him to stop. It felt like we were doing something very taboo and naughty. I could feel my panties getting wet. He started to pull my shirt up, and I struggled for an instant. What if someone came by? The thought of being discovered was frightening but thrilling at the same time. He squeezed my breasts together and pinched my nipples. I almost came right there. My nipples are extremely sensitive and I love having them pinched like that. I couldn't believe any of this was happening. I knew it was closing time at the store, so I figured the staff would walk by.

I could hear the staff getting ready to close downstairs. As he played with my breasts, I thought about what would happen if someone came upstairs to check if everyone had left. Again reading my mind, he spoke for the first time, "It's okay, I told my buddies that I would lock up." Oh, so he was a staff member. I had never noticed him before. He grinned. "Everyone should be on their way out right about now." Sure enough the store became very quiet. I glanced at the man who was massaging my breasts. My panties were soaked by then, and I had the courage to do what I did next.

I pushed him until he took a step back, and then I took off my shirt. He inhaled, and his hand went down to his crotch. I grew even more bold, and I started to fondle myself through my pants. I could feel the moisture through the fabric. He sighed, and he stepped towards me again. He slid my pants and my panties down in one motion. I threw my head back as he pushed his mouth on my shaved crotch. He tongued my pussy for a while, while pulling off his pants with one hand.

It had been a while since I'd been with anyone, so I came quickly. He laughed as I ground my pussy into his lips. He pushed me onto the floor, and I knew that he was naked from the waist down. I reached up to pull off his t-shirt, but he lunged forward and pushed his cock into me. I groaned loudly. He felt so hot and hard. I was so wet that he slid in and out in a smooth motion. I put my hands on his ass and he ground his cock into me harder. I knew I was close to another orgasm, and I clutched him tighter to me. He moaned into my neck and said "cum all over my cock." That did it for me, and I came so hard that I was shaking. He wasn't done yet. He was pounding me so hard that I could feel my breasts shake. He saw me pinch my nipples hard and he thrust even harder. He said he was getting close, so I told him I wanted to taste him. He thrust one more time, pulled out and straddled my face.

I wrapped my lips around his hard, hot cock, and I sucked his head. He screamed "oh my god" and exploded into my mouth. He came so much that I could only swallow some of it. Some cum dripped out my mouth, and I licked it off with my fingers. I gently licked his cock clean, and he smiled. We were both exhausted, and we lounged on the floor like two lazy cats.

Afterwards we put on our clothes, and he walked me to my car. He kissed me on the lips and asked "Will you be here next weekend, too?" I couldn't resist that smile. I told him, "I'll meet you at closing time."

first published on Literotica.com

the dilemma

How can I be a sex writer if I'm not getting laid? I can fake it for some time, but I need a little inspiration at some point.

I'm only half-joking. I don't necessarily think that a smut writer has to be in a hot relationship filled with hot, freaky, claw-at-the-sheets sex. I mean...it couldn't hurt. I envy writers and bloggers who write about their daily lives. It seems that a lot of sex bloggers have really hot sex lives. Lucky dogs/bitches.

If I'm not getting any, I have to write the old fashioned way. Imagination, baby. Some of my stories are based on real-life experiences, but others are about fantasies. About kinky activities that I would like to try some day.

There are times when I'm turned on by my own stories. That's when I think I need to get some real action soon. Maybe I'm writing too much, or maybe it's been too long. Soon I'll have to start accepting applications for a new boytoy or partner in crime.