Sexy Erotica: Wild Wild Love


“You need it, you want it,
All over your body,
This loving I’m giving,
It’s worth more money…
I got that wild love…
Love to get wild dirty freaky nasty,
I’ll make you lose your heart and your mind at the same time.
This wild wild love of ours,
It can’t be tamed,
For better or worse,
A blessing or a curse,
Long live this wild wild love of ours.”
“Wild Wild Love” – Pitbull

“I have never seen anyone eat with their fingers like you do,” your voice warm and silky as you watched me suck blue cheese dressing off the pad of my thumb, shifting it slightly between my lips slowly in and out, amused as your eyes flares so strongly with visuals that your breathing skips inside of your massive chest.

“Well, I am sure I do lots of things no one else does,” comfortable with you as no other man, my sexuality spilling out around us like toxic waste, “plus, I like to touch things that I want to put into my mouth,” my smile turning into an experiment as my eyes meet yours, my hand dropping down into your lap, fingers still moist from my mouth, rewarded when you shift slightly in your seat toward my touch, spreading your legs apart as my fingers slip slowly down between your thighs to caress your balls… my thumb massaging circles around the thickness of your shaft growing stiffer with each moment.

“And I want you to touch things…and put them in your mouth,” your eyes hotter with every movement of my fingers – your cock tighter for the attention, massaging your masculinity growing firmer with each stroke of my hand along of the front of your pants, toying slightly with your zipper as my fingers trace your erection, slowly taking my time to appreciate every inch of your manhood rock hard against my hand.

“It’s quite simple really, I am a dominate…” my statement a mix of lazy stretch and cat-like purr.

“Does that mean that you have a room full of chains and whips?” your voice falters slightly, your strong hands reach out to still mine as you struggle for concentration.

“That is very 50 Shades of Gray,” a smile curving on my lips at the charm of your innocence, the thought of teaching you new pleasures sending a painful rush of blood throbbing between my thighs, my pulse pounding in like drums in my ears, the risk of explanation… all cards on the table… adrenaline surging through me, I press on past indiscretion, “No.  I am a dominant…not a dominatrix.”

“Go on,” your eyes looking into me, capturing and exposing everything in my soul with the full force of your focus, “you have my attention…,” your strong hand waving off the approaching waitress.

“You see, a dominatrix requires a master/slave relationship. This does not please me at all,”  watching interest dance dangerously and dark in your eyes, “You are not an animal that needs to be chained and whipped into compliance to receive pleasure.  I would not treat you or allow you to treat me like that…” my voice trails off slightly, waiting for a response I know is not coming.

Leaning into you, the smell of your masculine body assault my senses, the visual of your mouth following the slow path of my fingers from the tight gold chain around my throat to the pendant hanging between the roundness of my breasts to steal the breath from my lungs…

“In my mind, the goal of a woman is not a geld a stallion, but to enhance his performance.  True passion is not about pleasure and pain – those are instinctive reactions of the body.  Any woman with three holes and two hands can provide pleasure…,” smiling sweetly, a slight amused tone to match the curve of your lips and deeply satisfying sound of your laugh at the baseness of the truth.

“So…” watching the workings of your mind, grinding information into place, “it’s about control for you?” your question relieving the solace my one person strip-tease of my soul.

“Well…” I hesitate for a moment, wondering how much of myself I can give away and fighting for the right words, “it is about control, but not just for me.  If you are strong enough to mentally match me, then you can take control,” the fantasies flood into my mind with dizzying speed like headlights blinding me and blurring my vision….

My eyes masturbate your body stopping just below your belt to appreciate the thickness of your arousal, the thought of touching you…now…finally…immediately, infecting my brain with urgency as tug down your zipper to free your impressive erection, your hands falling on either side of my head against the hood of my car, the warmth of the engine radiating up in waves of heat matching the ripples of want from my body.

“Scratch the paint and you will pay for a new paint job,”  I whisper into your ear, challenging you for control.

“Oh yes?” dangerous determination sparkles to life in your eyes, impatience boring into me, my bare tanned skin contrasted against the shiny black lines of the sleek BMW, just the right balance of class and ass, “then let’s get my fucking money’s worth,” your thick fingers closing around my shoulders and I am face down on the car in a movement so fast my head is swirling with a surge of adrenaline, my naked nipples needy for your mouth aching again the warm curve of the hood, the smart smack of your strong hand against my ass leaves me panting, damp circles of my breath steaming the paint between my forearms and my slick, tight pussy tenses with want…your name escaping my lips on a moan of pleasure as you push your cock balls deep into me, your fingers fisted in my hair with a slight tug – possession complete…I am yours…control surrender.

“So, why me?” your voice jerking me back, your question testing my patience, I make a mental note to punish you later for it as my mind starts to catalog all of the carnal ways to show you the answer.

“Here is the secret…you are a dominate too,” I wait a tick, letting the information settle between us before continuing, registering your surprise at the assertion, “chemistry and passion are like drugs.  Your body start to crave it…want it…your magnificent obsession focused on one center point – me.  Soon, every time I stand next to you, your mind will visualize me kneeling wantonly at your feet.  When you are walking behind me, your dick will vibrate the memory of my needy touch masturbating you to hardness under the table and the boldness of that promise.  It is you because it has to be…”

“Some nights,” I continue, watching you draw nearer to play with the fire in my eyes, “if my dreams of you get too intense, I will wake you up with a hand job before climbing on top to ride you until I cum,” thinking of the my slick cum coating your taut balls.

“Other times, before we leave for a party or dinner,” my breath catching so deeply in my chest, the pressure to suck you deep until dry warring in my mind, “I will sink down to my knees to suck you because I can’t fight the storm…I want the taste of you in my mouth, my skin soaked with the scent of your pleasure and cum…,” exposed the illusions assaulting me from all directions….my sin mixing with my deliverance…

In the ultimate dominate position, in complete control of your pleasure, I slowly run the head of your erection across my cheek and down the soft skin of my throat to capture you between my tits leaving proof of your passion in the thin liquid path of pre-cum hidden away just for me. Gently flicking the tip of my tongue over your swollen head, gratified to hear your breath catch and release on a moan of want you will never express in words, your hips pulse to meet my hungry mouth, watching your hard cock slide in-and-out between my lips as I take your deeper with each thrust, a woman pleasuring herself with the slow suck of her man, one of your hands tangled in my hair fingers flexing and releasing with each greedy suck, fueling the beginning of my own orgasm…my eyes meet yours for a moment before the peace and the intensity of  the tide over takes us both over the edge…temporarily quenching the thirst.

“I have not said YES yet…” bringing me back to you, your eyes on mine seeing what I am seeing, the push back sending adrenaline singing through my bloodstream to throb between my thighs in an aching pounding.

“No,” my tongue rolling over slowly over my lips, leaving a trail of moistness matching the soft pool in my panties, “but we both know that you will, so start picking out your safe word now.”

“What would I need a safe word for?” your eyes dissecting me with steel precision.

“I am a Dominate – not a Princess…unless a Princess is one of your fantasies…,” sexual tension melting into humor again at lightning speed, “and there will be some light spankings for bad behavior and handcuffs available.”

“Spankings and handcuffs?” a smile playing around your lips as I watch the visuals flash across your face, “for my pleasure or yours?”

“Both – my pleasure will be yours…and your pleasure WILL BE mine,” my gaze levels aggressively and turns slightly predatory at you, but you don’t shift at all.

“I’m in…” dropping bills on the table without looking at the tab, your thick hand reaches to me in a challenge and acceptance.

SexyWhispers Erotica – Balance of Power

you“You see these shackles,

Baby I’m your slave,

I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave,

It’s just that no one makes me feel this way.

See anybody could be good to you,

You need a bad girl to blow your mind.”


“I owe you a cherry! Tied in a knot,” my eyes focused on yours, struggling to breath as the closeness of your body washes over me in waves of heat – I dip my fingers into your drink to snag the cherry – my seductive smile challenging you not to watch, but you watch…of course, you watch…it’s your show – a private show I do just for you, out in public, this is how we play. Your smile slips back in place to cover up the carnage in your mind and I quietly read your every feeling through the intensity in your eyes when I lean closer like a moth draw to the burn of the flame – slowly slipping the cherry in and out between my lips sucking it dry – the ecstasy of weight on my tongue sending rushes of adrenaline to warm spots of my body – sweet juices sliding down my throat.

“Careful….,” your voice is low and predatory…intense without much conviction. Encouragement without admission – and my mind reels back to the moments when I come willingly into your arms, those big thick hands caressing the curves of my body…every part of my body aching for your touch. In the moment, so safe from the world, but threatened by the temptation I can’t control – my body betraying me for the slightest stroke of your hand…my brain stutters as my body erupts in spikes of need as my nipples throb against your wide chest…your breath ragged on my neck…I close my eyes and whisper into your ear the one truth screaming through ever cell in my body – “I want you…now…” as my lips brush your neck…my fingers itching to massage your growing erection pushing against my belly as I fight to urge to sink to my knees in front of you.

 *The Balance of Power Shifts – Advantage ME.*

“Sweetheart, I lost careful the day I met you,” distracted by the lust swirling in your eyes. You are not smiling anymore…the hunter and the prey … the solid silver bracelet on my wrist hiding slight red circles from the sexy cuffs hiding in my purse…. waiting…like me for you to ask. Simply to ask…the visual rips through my mind – the thumb of one thick hand hooked under the chain between the cuffs holding my hands above my head while your other hand roams freely over my body, along my breasts – your lips covering each nipple – sucking gently and then a little harder – while your fingers test my wetness between my thigh… turning my body into your personal playground…you are ruler, master, and king.

My head spinning from the rush of desire scratching every surface – the wall is not there anymore as you push me into a forward bend – my cuffed hands on the floor between my high heels – your fingers dig into hips as you fill me with your hard cock in one thrust…and withdraw leaving me aching from the emptiness…your hand on the soft skin of my ass – rubbing gently followed by a smart smack –the sound as satisfying as the feeling – my hips contract sharply pushing me closer to orgasm – as I wait…knowing you are waiting on purpose – a man accustomed to having his way with me – impatient you push into me again – friction sending tingles of longing racing through my body, the sound of your balls against my ass with each drive deeper and deeper toward our goal…in a race to see who comes in first.

*The Balance of Power Shifts – Advantage YOU.*

“Why all the aggression?” your deep voice bringing my eyes back to yours as I wonder, not for the first time, if you can read my mind, lost in the fog of my sexual foreplay for a moment, my bottom lip captured between my teeth cutting like a rusty knife as I look at you – the want to lean over and taste your mouth, run my tongue over your bottom lip… I kneel down in front of you – my oral goddess start to surface to worship at your feet…the wetness between my thighs pooling in anticipation…

The quiet satisfaction starts to set in…. your dick – hard and thick in my mouth…first heavy against my tongue as my lips tighten around you – sucking you deeper and deeper … your hands wadded in my hair as you thrust against my mouth …taking you all the way into the back of my throat…a moan of appreciation escapes at the way you feel in my mouth, starting the slow suck of a woman mixing pleasure and control … enjoying the moment … exploring her power – to give her man pleasure until neither of us can stand it another moment.

“The Balance of Power Shifts – Advantage ME.”

fire“Well, you see…,” slowly standing and raising my skirt to the edge of my panties as I straddle your lap, sliding down your body like hot melted butter, grinding my pussy wantonly against the front of your pants, I whisper against your lips, “I have a warm spot for you.”

Now, I am watching you…your eyes catching fire, passion pushing your boundaries…your control slipping away as your hand cup my ass to pull me closer…the first beads of sweat leaving a silky path between my nipples begging for your mouth as your thumb dips between my thighs to find the wet welcoming soft skin threatening to explode in a single stroke of your thumb – and…I am yours…as I lean my hands back on your knees – shift to open my thighs wider – arching my back instinctively as your thumb rolls around the soft pink skin pulsing with pleasure.

“Look at me…Is this your warm spot for me?” your voice rages through my storm as my eyes meet yours again, tears flooding my vision – desperate need slicing like sharp razors along every nerve – I rock my hips against your thumb as a moan escapes my lips – your eyes on mine…”please – take me,” I whisper…and reach out to you – masturbating moments of pleasure – surrendering to your will…your hand soaked in a slick flood of cum squirting with each spasm of gratification throbbing against your fingers.

And…the balance of power shifts…again – Advantage YOU….for now.

Fourteen Ways Women Show Sexual Attraction

bigstock-young-couple-in-love-41478814Let’s start off right.  These observations about how women show sexual attraction apply only if both of you are over the age of 30.  Why?  Because under the age of 30 years, it seems that both men and women have trouble establishing and expressing sexual desires.

I hear so often, “Why don’t women come with traffic lights?”  

In truth, there are several ways that men can tell if a woman is sexually attracted to him…and while not a complete green light – at least it is a warm yellow light that says “proceed with cautions.”

IMHO – most women do not see a difference between lust, love, and sex because they are all apart of the same package – only stages of progression.  Of course, this means that the moral majority of women do not have sex without lust and love – and the rest only fool them into believing they can be “players” in the game.  So, be careful in your game – because you might be out for a causal drive and end up in a train wreck!

Fair warning.

There are no hard-and-fast rules to figuring out if women are ready to commit to getting naked and sweaty – mostly because women decide those things in a minute and execute in a lifetime – definitely not on the male timeline.

Yes – it would indeed be easier for men if they could read minds – but it could be very damaging to the ego, so let’s discuss the signs that most women give off when they shift gears.

Ask yourself these questions because these are the biggest indicators that the light has changed she is loading the truck to move you out of the friend zone:

Touchy Feely Questions:   Behavior Problems

  • Does she share her food / drink with you or ask to taste your food/drink? – Women tend to be selective about sharing body fluids.  From eating or drinking after someone to swapping spit (or other bodily juices), offer or receiving food /drink is a sign of acceptance and testing the waters.
  • Does she lightly touch or leave her hand on your face, arm, neck, hands, or knee? – Women love connection and touching, so gently touching her hand to your face, arm, neck, hands or knees become especially important if she leaves her hand there – even for a minute because it means she likes the way you feel next to her skin.
  • Does she seem to lose focus when you do something with your hands or fingers? – This probably goes all the way back to Darwin and the Origin of the Species.  Whether programming a computer or building a house, women love tactile men.  If she is watching your hands or how you handle a wine glass, then she is assessing how safe delicate things are in your hands and how dexterously you control your fingers.  It is all in the fine tuning – and she is watching to see how well you tune.
  • Does she lean toward you – as if sharing a secret – when you talk? – Personal space is vital and women know this better than anyone.  As a matter of fact, almost every man has experienced the pain of getting into a woman’s personal space too fast; however, if a woman leans toward you when you are talking to her, then she is making you the center of her focus and investigating the possibility of a close encounter.  Plus, leaning forward has the extra advantage of showing off her assets to the best possible light.
  • Does she have outbreaks of drama that melt away easily when she has your focus? – Men usually think that women walk around in a constant state of drama.  Nothing is further from the truth if a woman is sexually attracted to a man.  Attraction and anger are proof of passion – but slight outburst of drama stir the pot to a boil which is WHY they call it “MAKE-UP sex.”  Women do not get upset over things that do not matter and men are “known” to be casually cold, so small tussles can lead to deeper understandings and indicators of trust.  The exception to this rule are the Glen Close Fatal Attraction kind of woman whose drama does not go away quickly OR the high maintenance type of woman that constantly stirs drama so you can not focus on anything else.

The Sex Questions:  Let’s Talk About Sex

  • Does she talk about sex in general with you? – There is an old adage that “women do not talk about sex with men they do not want to engage in sex.”  This is true because the brain is the biggest sexual organ in the body and the first place sexual fantasies start to brew.  If she looks embarrassed or cold if you talk about sex, then she might be shy (if that fits into her personality) or she might just want to change the subject because you are not the star of her movies.  If she engages in a sexual discussion with you, then you might have wiggle room that shows interest.
  • Does she make comment or joke in a light humored way about the two of you sexually? – This is the active form of question #6.  Humor leaves the door open for discussion while still having plausible deniability if you are not interested.  Like men, women hate rejection, so she is leaving herself a retreat in case things do not go as expected while still letting you know that the subject is open for exploration.
  • Does she share information about herself with you like fantasies indication of her naked side? – And still a little deeper, the heart of every sexual encounter for women is intimacy.  When she shares information with you about her fantasizes, sexual preferences, favorite toys, and such…she is giving you a preview to the show – a golden ticket – if you prefer, while seeking sexual acceptance and gauging compatibility between the sheets.

Communications Questions:  Sex in Motion

  • Does she listen to you with her eyes as well as her ears? – Human nature studies show that people watch things that they find attractive.  Although men are more visually enticed than women, when a woman focuses on what you are saying with long looks into your eyes, she is assessing your honesty while you talk. She is trying to tell if your words match what she sees in your eyes.  Whether you are talking about football or boats, she is watching for the connection between your passions and your thoughts.
  • Do the two of you share a natural banter? – The ability to think and talk will be a dizzying combination – if it is a quality you share.  Mental and verbal wrestling matches infused with a sense of humor gives her the impression you can give as well as you get…and giving is the key in any sexual relationship.
  • Does she keep in contact through texts or phone calls? – Texts and phone calls have two purposes.  First, a text or a phone call can be a good form of communication to keep someone up-to-date on specific things.  On the other hand, a text or a phone call that does not convey a specific message besides that she is “thinking about you” is a clear message that you are playing on her mind….and she takes the extra effort to tell you.
  • Does she do things that attempt to extend the amount of time you have together? – Whether hanging out at a movie or at dinner, if a woman makes an effort to spend extra time with you it means she is interested in the connection.   Women move pretty fast away from men they don’t want around – so take it as a compliment.
  • Does she share private background information with you? – Most women, compared to men, over share.  Some studies estimate that the average woman says 13,000 words a day or three times as many words as men.  For most men, that is a nightmare.  The answer is not in the words, but what is she actually saying?  If a woman shares private information about her background – especially if it is a painful thing – it shows trust.
  • Does she laugh often around you? – No…not that giggly little Barbie laugh that she thinks makes her nose curl up in a cute way.  I mean, does she really laugh even at the risk of looking unattractive?  When she stops worrying about what will look sexy and engages in the pure pleasure of your company, silly little girl behaviors like hair twirling and giggling go away to be replaced by genuine time of enjoying your company.

Final Thoughts:

There is an important point about this checklist.  In each case, notice the question is aimed at behavior toward YOU.

If you find a woman that does these things with all men or a major of men around you – run for the hills!

Two explanations – She is either trying to make you jealous, which shows she in NOT interested in a sexual connection just an emotion response like anger, jealousy, or teasing.
Or, she easily shares herself sexually with many people.  Unless standing in line for used goods works, you might want to look in other places.

Nothing replaces a good solid YES and this is the only way to directly know for sure if she is fantasizing about a more physical relationship, but if you are checking these items off the list, it is worth asking the question!

Sexy Word for the Week: Pansexual

Pansexuality, or omnisexuality, is sexual attraction, sexual desire, romantic love, or emotional attraction toward people of all gender identities and biological sexes. Self-identified pansexuals may consider pansexuality a sexual orientation,and refer to themselves as gender-blind, asserting that gender and sex are insignificant or irrelevant in determining whether they will be sexually attracted to others.  The Oxford Dictionary of English defines pansexuality as, “not limited or inhibited in sexual choice with regard to gender or activity”.