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.

Sexy Erotica: Night Moves

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman who knows what she wants.” – Anais Nin
“Pretty pretty please,” whispering the words, with a slight pout for emphasis, your lips so close to mine tingles dancing through my blood like electric shock, blurring my vision with waves of need rising like tides.

“Begging becomes you,” your strong finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet your eyes, amusement playing in a soft smile around your mouth.

“I want you,” my breathing erratic from the nearness of your body, the hours, days, months of separation melting away in a moment.

No handcuffs or leashes…

You give control as strength and accept control as a gift….no demands or negotiations.  Only surrender.

Tonight, we will play this game to win.  You testing and teasing….me touching and tempting.

“You might lose,” the thought clearly pleases you.

“I might,” moving my hand lightly between your thighs, your breathing is interrupted as you shift closer to my touch and your eyes meet mine in challenge…my thumb massaging your growing hardness…my eyes meet yours again – promising pleasures.

I wait…enjoying your mental masturbation – daring you to come closer to the fire, my fingers gently cupping your balls through your pants, hard from my attentions, I smile in small victory at seeing your control slip.

“And,” your voice wavers slightly as I can feel your heart pounding in your heavy erection between my fingers…watching the visual slashes through your mind, your eyes on mine…the humor blazing quickly into desire.

“Stutter for me baby, it makes me feel powerful,” assuming the role of the Huntress, slowly stroking of my tongue over my bottom lip throbbing to wrap around your masculinity.

“What if you lose?” your hands reach out to with force to pull me to you, not waiting for an answer, I could see the fantasies of us wrapped naked in sweaty, cum soaked sheets reflected in your eyes.

“All that and more,” the words hang between us, as I slowly sink to my knees in front of you, enjoying the feeling of your eyes me.

“Let me pleasure you baby,” the need to feel your dick, hard in my mouth, clawing at both of us, as I nuzzle my cheek against the front of your pants, lipstick smeared like a badge of honor, and my finger reaching for your zipper, your eyes stroking the mounds of flesh exposed over the top of my shirt, nipples pushing through the pink fabric reminisce of the soft skin between my legs pleading for your fingers, your mouth…you.

“I have been thinking of touching you all day,” my confession heavy with painful need as my hand wraps around your hard shaft, as my tongue massages lightly over the head of your cock… I take you into my mouth…sucking you deeply until your hips pulse instinctively and your strong fingers tangle tight in my hair urging me to please both of us – a slow moan of appreciation and coming relief…

The need to control slips…

Sitting across the table from you, seeing your eyes travel down the opening of my top with a small smirk as I pretend not to notice – your hand bumps your water glass spilling drops of water onto the table.

“You almost got wet,” your lips curve into a smile as your thick fingers move to mop up the water with a napkin.

“I already am wet,” slight smile, playful promises, wondering if you have seen the same things.  If you sit across the table from me – thinking about hot nights of pleasure – as I unconsciously reach for my wine glass and roll it gently between my fingers until the visuals go away.

As your eyes break connection and you look toward the wall and smile…perhaps, I close my eyes and struggle to regain control.


Sexy Erotica: Deep End of the Pool


Hey, sexy boy, set me free,

Don’t be so shy, play with me,

My dirty boy, can’t you see,

That you belong next to me,

You are the one I need.

Got a sexy drive – Just push start!


“Want to make this interesting?” pouring a healthy dose of Jack over ice cubes floating in coke.

“I want a blow job – what do you want?  Shoes?,” your playful smile wavers slightly as you watch me stir your drink with my finger – slowly slipping my finger in and out between my lips sucking it dry – each sweet drop throbbing to life on my tongue.

“Shoes?  I won’t bet you what can buy for myself,” your eyes on mine now, sharp and focused, deciding that the truth was more effective than flirting – watching you slowly raise the glass to your lips, wanting to feel your lips demanding against mine, exploring each aching nipple pounding with need skipping along my pulse, cutting each nerve to shreds on a path of pleasure to the soft pink skin between my thighs throbbing as I slowly raise my skirt up my thighs to straddle your lap.

“Sex?” your voice dipping low, your interest growing, your eyes travel over my breasts, straining the lace edges of my top while I lean against you more than necessary.

“Winner take all…anything at all,” I add, a whisper against your ear, feeling a surge of victory as the ice cubes rattle loudly in the glass, your eyes catch mine in challenge and I take the drink from your hand, your hand on mine around the glass a moment too long, dipping the cold glass between my tits, nipples straining against the soft cloth, the cold drops from the glass disappearing smoothly between the mounds of flesh daring your tongue to follow.

“Ok,” your massive chest expanding as your voice hesitates, your breathing catching deep in your throat, your hands moving lightly up my thighs, exploring the boundaries of my body, so yielding under your touch…every curve surrendering to your expectations…my hands covering yours.

“You got to win that pleasure,” I purr with fake innocence, watching the emotions rage, your control slip a little – and then a little more as I roll my hips against your hardness, growing thicker with each movement, “do we have a bet?”

“Yes,” a moan of pleasure escapes from your lips on a stutter…once, twice, and again… I sample your mouth, the taste whiskey flooding my senses and need rising in my blood, my hands slipping between your legs massaging the bulge in front of your pants, your hips shift unconsciously toward me, encouraging my addiction…

“Let’s play,” your voice deep and sexy as I roll off your lap, silk garters inviting your participation peaking innocently out the hem of my skirt, I bend forward in front of you to reposition my skirt at mid-thigh and remind you of the prize.

“You break, I’ll rack…I like a tight rack,” I smile sweetly, rolling the triangle around in my hands, enjoying the feel of the rounded edges of the cool brass, riding so smooth against the luxurious blue felt under my fingers, the weight of each perfectly balanced ball.

”For luck,” I raise the 8 ball to my lips for a kiss to seal the bet before putting it into place….sharing visuals of my tongue, warm and wet, across your balls tight with pleasure …gently sucking each one…and then both into my mouth….teasing both of us into orgasm…watching you struggle between passion and control.

Stroking my cue between my fingers, the friction sending tingles of desire dancing through my body, the first crack of the cue ball like lightening striking on every pounding nerve instantly…recalling the sound of your balls against my ass with each drive deeper and deeper toward our mutual goal.

“Big balls…” your voice brings my mind back to the game, your quick easy smile a warning, as two striped balls spiral toward opposite pockets, slightly impressed with the balance of your hands, so thick and practiced in every measured movement, bringing back memories of earlier caresses, my body betraying me at your slightest command…wanton of your touch.

“I want you baby,” both confession and statement of fact, leaning forward over the pocket to allow the thin fabric my top to fall lower between the perfectly round mounds of warm cleavage punctuated by throbbing nipples, rewarded when your eyes leave the game to slowly caress each breast with appreciation, needing to feel the tight fit of your cock stiff between my tits…watching the ball bounce short of the pocket with amusement and triumph.

“Dirty pool huh?” your smile easy with a laugh of respect for my tactic and technique.

“Well, I never promised to play fair,” slowly masturbating the stick between my fingers in long steady strokes, like my hands tight around your erection, I can feel you watching me move around the table, admiring each shot, finessing each ball into the pocket, until the eight ball sits alone at the end.

“Double up the bet?  One last shot…winner take all,” your voice challenges me, humor dancing across those sexy lips, “how good are you?”

“Yes, double up,” sexual tension washing violently over me all at once, my eyes meeting yours across the table as I reach for the chalk, “enjoy the view.”

The look in your eyes turning predatory…there is no surrendering…any humor…only winners and losers…as I bend over the table in front of you, my skirt pulls dangerously high against my thighs, soft red panties cushioned by a delicate strip of amber hair promising pleasure

“Don’t choke baby,” your warm voice in my ear, like honey tempting me to taste your mouth again, strong hands on either side of my hips on the rail, your dick hard against my ass, your hard-on ready to pay or collect your debt…

”I never promised to play fair,“ your words echo mine as my breathing stumbles, your confident understanding of my desires sends tingles ripping across my bottom lip like a sharp knife with thoughts of your hardness deep in my mouth, your hands wrapped tight in my hair….my eyes on yours…watching your pleasure every stroke of my mouth….


Sexy Erotica: True North


“There’s nothing inherently dirty about sex, but if you try real hard and use your imagination you can overcome that.”


Walking toward you, your massive shoulders outlined the sunset in front of me.
“Guess who,” I leaned forward, covering your eyes gently with my fingers as the breeze off of the water bathed me in the masculine scent of your body.

“Give me a hint,” a smile danced around your lips as I leaned closer, pressing the warm skin of my exposed cleavage against the back of your neck.

“Four words…You…me…sweaty…nakkid…surface of your choice,” I purr in a soft voice against your ear.

“That is more than four words, sweetheart,” the tension in your neck relaxing slightly at the light banter.

“The last part was a prediction…not a hint,” I smile prettily, sliding smoothly into the chair next to you careful to cross my legs slowly so you could watch the short skirt float dangerously high on my thighs.

“Long day?” I smiled, dragging your eyes away from the light material snagged on my nipples and carefully draped between two small straps.

“Yes,” your eyes meet mine with full revelation of meaning. 

“Tell mamma what you need baby,” I whisper,  leaning forward to slowly run my hand up the inside of your thigh as I watch the waves of sexual tension pulse between us in the wake of my caress. 

“I need a blow job,” a slight smile lights your eyes as they meet mine in challenge and humor sending tingles like razor blades dancing across my bottom lip.
Aware of the bartender standing next to me, I reach two fingers down into my top and pull out a twenty to drop on the bar.

“I’ll take care of him from here,” I return the challenge without looking at her. 

“Where?” I smile, less the prey, more the hunter now. 

I follow your eyes toward the water, not at all surprised when your big thick hand reaches out to lead the way and I delicately slide my hand into yours feeling the instant shock of connection and anticipation.


Lifting me up off the bottom step, your strong hands around my waist as my hands travel down taut muscles in your arms, my body slowly melting against yours.

“Wait for me,” your voice commands, my senses spinning as the deck shifts slightly under my feet, the promise in your eyes ricocheting through my bloodstream sending sparks of need sizzling deep between my thighs.

Enjoying the deep tapping sound of my heels on the deck, I wander slowly over to the rail – pleased with the smooth cool brass shimmering in the setting sun under my touch – the heat of your body burning against me as your arm reaches around me with a glass of wine – colors of the sunset dancing off the amber liquid swirling around in the glass.

“I don’t want that,” turning in your arms, blocked against the railing, staring at your lips, fighting the urge to taste your mouth. 

“What do you want?” your easy grin dissolves into a moan of pleasure as I slide my hands down the front of your pants massaging your hardness …my hands moving to the top button on your shirt…sliding my fingers between the opening buttons flying in all directions and bouncing off the deck as I snatch the shirt apart.

Watching your eyes turn predatory in the dusk, I lean forward to rip loose the last remaining button with my teeth removing all inhabitations between us.  Rolling the button between my tongue and top lip, my thoughts burn with dazzling explosions like fireworks as I reach up to slowly remove the button from my mouth and deposit it between my breasts.

“Souvenir,” I smile innocently, pressing my pounding nipples against your bare chest. 

“I want you,” I stepped forward, pushing you back, feeling a little victory as you bobble the wine glasses, the amber liquid rolling dangerously close to the rim.  I remove the glasses from your hands and set them on the nearest table.

Resting my hands on either side of your hips and pushing you back against the railing, my breathing pulses between us as your hands grind my hips against you.

“Let me pleasure you baby,” I whine, the same need of release clawing at me, I sink to my knees in front of you, your eyes reflecting the storm of passion rising hard under my hand as you watch me, massaging your hard-on,  stiff between my fingers.

Playing with your zipper as I smile up at you seeing passion of each stroke in your eyes…I slip my hand into your pants to cup your balls…aching and firm from the attention…a slow deep moan of appreciation hangs in the air between us…your hands tighter on the railing…I listen to the stutter of your breathing…once, twice, again…

Part of me wanting to punish you for my sleepless hours of wrestling fantasies of your cock hard and throbbing in my mouth – part of me wanting to release both of us from the exquisite pain of the tidal wave of passion threatening to consume me … I tease my own orgasm with a first taste of the massage of my tongue over the head of your erection … sweet and pleasing to my soul like chocolate … greedily fighting the urge to suck you deep into my mouth and swallow…appreciating the thickness of your manhood, heavy on my tongue….raw adrenaline scrapping every available nerve…your fingers tangled in my hair…your hips rocking toward my mouth in the steady motion of the tide.

Like a small boat caught in a hurricane, I know I cannot battle nature … mine, yours…ours…I go down on you…sucking you deep into my mouth with astonishment at the immediate calm … in the center of the storm…our eyes meet as I take your dick all the way in my mouth…a wave of pleasure rising between my thighs and pounding in my nipples as I suck harder, deeper, faster…crashing together on the shore.

The laughter and music from the bar drifts slowing through the cool night air tickling my skin coated with a mixture of salt and sweat…as the stars shine above I wrap your shirt around me and sleep … for the first time in days…against your chest.

Sexy Erotica: Lead Me On

“Why do you bait me?” your question mixing humor with a slight overtone of annoyance.   I smiled wondering how you could miss my intentions so completely.

“Quite honestly, baiting you would just bore me.  I fully intend to deliver on every word,” watching your eyes sparkle to life with the reality of my promises.

“When I am this close to you,” leaning forward, electricity flooding my bloodstream as your eyes stroke slowly down my throat to my breasts, threatening the buttons of my shirt, encouraging your touch, “I want to taste your lips against mine…know the feeling of your mouth as it travels down the soft skin of my throat…your tongue teasing my nipples until passion throbs between my thighs from need for you.”

“When I am this close to you,” slowly skimming my fingernail over the back of your hand enjoying the sparks of sexual connection, “I want to run my hands down the front of your pants…massaging your erection to aching hardness between my fingers…toying with your zipper as I smile up at you seeing pleasure of each stroke in your eyes…as I slip my hand into your pants to cup your balls…aching and firm…waiting for my mouth.”

“When I am this close to you,” moving my hand up the inside your thigh, charged as you shift closer in your seat…spreading your legs apart as my fingers slip slowly down between your thighs…your breathing skipping once, twice, and again on a low moan of anticipation, “I want to show you all of my dirty little fantasies…me kneeling at your feet…your cock hard and deep in my mouth…each slow suck bringing me closer to the edge with your fingers tangled tight in my hair.”

“When I am this close to you,” your eyes on mine, reflecting the storm of passion rising hard under my hand, “I am inviting you.  I am seducing you.  I…” fighting the urge to slide between your thighs under the table, taking a deep breath I start again.
“When I am this close to you, I want to show you all of the ways I can make you glad you are a man, but…I am not baiting you lover.”

Sexy Erotica: Fighting Temptation

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Warning:  Explicit Sexual Content.  If you are under the age of 21, then this is not the place for you.

“You know what I think?” your voice low as you lean toward me, the scent of you rushing through my bloodstream like the sangria swirling around in my glass.

“When I want to know what you think of me,” I lean closer to enhance the exposure of my breasts as the front of my shirt dips dangerously low, “I will unzip your pants…stick your hard cock into my mouth…and suck you dry.”

“I think…I think,” you stutter as the visual slashes through you mind, your eyes on mine…the humor melting quickly into desire…I watch with amusement as you struggle for control. 

“Stutter for me baby, it makes me feel powerful,” I purr softly, electricity crackling from every slow stroke of my tongue over my bottom lip throbbing to wrap around your masculinity.

“I think that you are fighting temptation,” you manage finally with a whisper of thrill as my words hit home again.

“Perhaps I am just looking for the right temptation,” barely able to breathe from your eyes penetrating me with images of us wrapped naked in sweaty, cum soaked sheets.

“You have found him,” you flip your room card on the bar in front of me with a smug smile inviting me to taste your mouth, “I will be back in an hour.  Be there.”

“I believe you are right,” I whisper to myself watching your confident stride toward the elevator as I pick the keycard up and tuck it into my cleavage for safekeeping.


Sliding the keycard into the door, the silence of the corridor echoes the anticipating in my breathing as the light on the handle flickers from red to green.  Stepping in, the steam from the shower circulating the scent of your clean body mixed with your aftershave slides through my senses inviting me into your room.

Closing the door behind me, not in the mood for games anymore… flashes of desire pulse like an electrical storm through my body watching the hot water roll over your shoulders and down your chest…my mouth aches to follow the slippery path down your stomach to the catch the drops from your dick on my tongue.

Stepping into the bathroom, your eyes find me immediately through the clouds of hot mist coating my skin matching the creamy wetness pooling between my thighs.  Moving toward the shower, I slowly peel off my clothes to drop them in a trail ending at your feet…reveling in the excitement of your eyes flowing down my neck to rest on my bare breasts pushing against glass making circles with mounds of flesh as I lean forward to place a light kiss on the glass.

Sliding into the shower with you, a slight smile playing around my lips burning to touch your skin, “suck or fuck,” I whisper into the air between us.

“Yes,” your hands reach out to with force to pull me to you…the water pouring over my back and shoulders slightly colder than the sizzle of your body finally meeting mine…my nipples throbbing against your chest bringing tears of need flooding my eyes…as my nails sink deeply into your strong arms for support…my breathing stutters my willing surrender to your control.

Your hands search my body…every curve of soft skin giving to your exploration…your strong hands covered in thick sticky cum with every stoke of your thumb deep between my thighs.  Your eyes taking in every minute as my body shamelessly responds like strikes of lightning to the slightest move of your hand…I cling to you wantonly as your name escapes on a low moan that shakes my body as your sexy voice reaches inside of my bliss with the power that pushes me over the edge…“come for me baby.”

My head against your shoulder…my body still shaking…my hands start to wander over your arms wanting to touch and taste every inch of you all at once as another need bubbles quickly to the surface.  Wrapping my hand around the impressive weight of your manhood, I sink to my knees in front of you seeking the relief of a slow suck, like a swimmer seeking the relief of air after being under water too long. 

The relief comes, slowly at first, as a deep sigh stuttering through my breathing as I rub your hard cock against my face…over my eyes…and down my throat to nestle tight between my tits…my nipples hard in your fingers.  Flicking the tip of my tongue over the head of your dick with a teasing suck, your fingers tighten in my hair as your hips rock toward my mouth.

“Not yet,” I smile up at you, your eyes begging for release…my mouth wanders slowly down in a path of soft kisses against the inside your thigh to your balls tight from my attention…my tongue stroking your balls with small circles of pleasure to disrupt your breathing.  Sucking one…then the other, your breathing skips once…twice… again…as I pump your masculinity to painful hardness with my hand stopping just short of your orgasm and my own as the wave of sensation starts to pound deep in my thighs. 

“Look at me,” my voice and eyes command you to watch me indulge in your body as I suck you all the way into my mouth with an intense purr of fulfillment…want taking over with every stroke of your dick in my mouth…deeper and deeper until your body starts to shake with the effort to hold back…until I let your juices splatter all over my tits…until you are no longer fighting temptation…


Listening to your contented breathing, slow and satisfied in time with the vibration in the air, I fight the temptation to crawl back into bed with you to wrap my naked body in your pleasures.

“Happy Birthday lover…see you at home!,” I sign the note with a kiss to the top corner before leaving it snuggled next to you in the bed still damp with our passion.

Sexsational Ladies: XToysUSA


 In this last opportunity to interview one of the sexy ladies who knows tons about sex toys, I wanted to reach out to someone who balances sexuality and lifestyle everyday.  By balancing the demands of running a sex based company, being a wife, and mother, I wanted to share the point of view of a woman how understands how to use her sexuality to strengthen all that she does in her life.

After many discussions with her, I have come to respect that she feels the same way about promoting female sexuality as I do…and I wanted to show everyone that a woman can be sexually true to herself.



1–Why are you involved in a sex toy company? 

Sex toys have been considered a taboo subject for a long time. In today’s society, they have becomes more of a “mainstream” topic. From a woman’s perspective, it is very interesting and gratifying to witness society’s acceptance and interest in our sexual vitality and health, and to see that sex toys are not considered “filthy” and “dirty” any longer. Now, they are seen as something that can enhance and make sex more fulfilling either alone or with a partner. Being able to provide these toys and information about them to others is very satisfying.  I feel as if I’m doing an important service.

2–If you could tell women one thing, as the partner in a sex toy company, what would it be?

I would have several things to tell them, but any one of them would stand alone as good solitary advice.  I would tell them not to be afraid or ashamed of their sexuality, and that they have a right to physically enjoy sensual pleasures and to explore the limits of those pleasures. I would tell them to learn to love themselves and their bodies.  I would tell them not to ignore their sexual side, and that it is important, healthy and natural to be curious and explorative concerning what makes them feel good sexually.

3–What is your favorite sexy toy?  Why?  Best kept secret for a sex toy?

That is a difficult question because I love all the new hi-tech fancy toys. The reason why I love them is because they come in different colors, shapes and have tons of undiscovered functions! 

I think the “Best Kept Secret” about sex toys that should be common knowledge is that a sex toy is not a substitute for a partner or for sex itself, but something meant to add something extra to your sexual experience.  A toy is not a replacement for another human being. In fact, some of the best experiences come from using a sex toy with your partner and discovering new heights of passion and pleasure together. Two can be better than one.

4–How do you maintain a “normal” life and still be involved in a very sex-based industry?

How? It’s fairly simple.  After five years of being involved in this industry, interacting and assisting normal, everyday people who just want to spice up their sex lives, I’ve realized curiosity and interest in sex toys IS normal.  It’s not something that comes up over coffee (most of the time), but being private about what one enjoys sexually isn’t being abnormal. It’s exercising discretion.  90% of our customers maintain a “normal” lifestyle, although they may have a few naughty bedroom secrets that bring them a lot of pleasure and variety in their sex lives.  And from where I’m sitting, there is nothing wrong with that for me or anyone else.

5–How important is sexuality to a woman?

Very important.  Women often suppress their sexuality when the truth is, we like sex just as much as men do—we’re just wired a bit differently. Sexuality is more than physical appearance, attractiveness and how much sex is engaged in.  Sexuality is a state of being, a feeling of being comfortable with who you are as a sexual being, and being open to experiences that celebrate and fulfill who you are in satisfying intimate ways.  A healthy libido is important to a healthy life.  This goes for men as well, though they seem to be a little less complicated.

6–Tell me something that you have learned through your experience with connecting to your own sexuality?  Something that is true or something that is false.

Well, I have two very good examples of true and false experiences learned while I was connecting with my own sexuality.  First, the true statement:

If you aren’t honest with yourself or your partner about your own sexual needs and preferences, then no one will be able to discover them for you.  Embarrassment should take a back seat to desire if you want to grow sexually. Everyone has their little kinks.

Now the false statement.  It is far less convoluted than the true one.  Here is what I’ve discovered is a false statement while connecting to my own sexuality.

Having a box of pretty sex toys in your bedroom (along with plenty of batteries) is wrong and embarrassing.  FALSE! FALSE! Extremely FALSE!


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Back from Girls Gone Wild

oral sex, blow job, sex blogs, erotica female, eroticaInterestingly enough, I intended to talk all about Savannah and the first annual meeting of the *Cathouse* convention.  It was off the hook!

But, there came a message into my inbox from Selena that identified with something so deep within me.  Anyone who has ever read SexyWhispers knows two things about me.  First, I don’t pull punches.  Truth stands tallest here.  Two, no one has the right to criticize anyone in this community for speaking their mind.  If you don’t like what we say here…stroll on by.  No one asked you to stop. 

If you want to join our world of discussion on erotica and sexuality, then you are in the right place.  ALL opinions are valid!  Mine does not weight anymore than anyone else’s except in I approve comments from the people who come by strictly on the basis of need to offend.  If you goal is to enflame the community, then I can suggest a warm place for you.

See…some fine ladies on a remote blog suggested that Selena was not a real professional writer because she wrote erotica and, further, suggested that she keep her intimate sexual details to herself.  Now, after the recent discussion on oral sex and my scream out into the blackness of the cosmos for women to share who they are with the world, this opinion hit high on WTF list.  I thought to myself…you can’t REALLY be suggesting that someone should not write about something because it might offend their audience.  I felt dizzy and my vision started to blur.  I could not believe that these “writers” were putting themselves above Selena because her topics of choice were detailed erotica rather than romantic fiction.  Then, as I expressed this opinion, I started to be degraded myself (all except by one lady whose opinon I appreciated and respected–if you read this….you are welcome to share here, but I will not mention your name because it is a sex blog and you were clear about your feelings about that!).

(Kitty and MissM will remember our recent discussion about Fabio Fiction?)

I want to be totally clear on my position here.  I love strong women who feel free to express their sexuality in a deep way that lives open and free.  I want women on my sexual bus that want to drive as well as ride with other women like themselves.  I sometimes struggle with the pain of exposure, but it is all worth it when I tell people what I do (YES I DO—ask the ladies at the *Cathouse* Convention this weekend!!) and they respond with open arms. 

  • The women I have encountered with tears in their eyes at the fear and repression of muttering the word sex to another person kills small parts of my soul. 
  • The number of women that feel inspired to chat with me about sex for the “first time” in an honest discussion with the intention of women sharing information breaks my heart into small pieces.


See…my goal…like Selena’s and all women in the *Cathouse*…is to inspire women to be more than they sexually understood they could be.  I want for women to be sexually comfortable in their skin and find other women to share the experiences of life.  I want for the female existence not to be one woman in a community of women, but a community of women that exists in each woman!

My ultimate goal?  I want there to be a day when I no longer blog about female sexuality EVER again because women are like….”DUH!”  I want there to be a day when we no long shy away from topics like sex because we are “offended” or “scared” the thought police will come after us.  I want there to be a day when we recognize as women…we are all in this experience together.  Or, we sit in a bar in Savannah and talk loudly about sex as women come by to join into the conversation (Yes….it did happen!!).  Maybe….we can even scratch like men and drink a nice Riesling together.  *giggle* Wash that out of your brain!!

Is that possible?  The first annual *Cathouse* Convention proved to me that it is not only possible, but a reality.  This weekend we made the first steps.  Mark your calendars.  All will be invited next year.  It won’t be an impromptu trip of a few women…it will be a force of sexual women each invited to join by her favorite woman!

As for Selena, keep your head up love and keep leading with your chin.  You may get hit every now and then, but you are strong enough to take it because I will always be at your back as you invest in the power of changing one women’s life and adding the breath of strength to our existence.  You have my invite to next years *Cathouse* convention!

BTW….Finn….my darling….I SOOOOO look forward to your presence at the next *Cathouse* convention!

MissM and CinnKitty….get going girls.  I ALREADY have dates!!  *sticking out tongue* ~~Dee

Oral Sex Erotica: Oral Satisfactions

oral sex, blow job, sex blogs, erotica female, eroticaYou are there…in my soul…in my senses…as you have always been long before I could admit it to myself or you.  Past my sexually empathic nature, I can feel the breath of your being leaving me vulnerable and naked before you.  Our eyes meet as flames of passion claw up in waves of sexual energy that shakes the room and vibrates in the air between us.  No movement….not me toward you….not you toward me.  Just watching  …waiting …wanting ….my body and mind screaming for your touch ….begging for the right words.  But, those words of oral satisfaction won’t come.

The visuals of our sweaty bodies mercilessly flash before my eyes sending pulses of pleasure through my aching nipples and gathering deep between my thighs in throbbing electricity echoing my heartbeat in my ears.  Your warm, sexy voice caresses my soul and seduces my thoughts…dreams…as I watch you move.

In this game of sensuality…fixated around my oral needs….I can feel you watching me too as I slowly slide the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip leaving drops of moisture thickened by the thoughts of you and flavored with the taste of my wine.  Sucking my top lip in between my teeth, I bite down a little to ease the tingling sensation provoked by my oral fixation at the sight of you. 

“I want you,” I whisper into the air between us.  You smile at the words with confidence barely acknowledging their existence and lean back into the conversation with your friends. 

My eyes masturbate your body stopping just below your belt to appreciate your arousal.  My hands shake a little from the thought of touching you….now….finally.  The feel of you hard and long with my slender fingers wrapped around you…your hips grinding with every stroke of my hand.  I wet the pad of my thumb with saliva and roll it over the throbbing tip to hear your breath catch and release on a moan of want you will never express with words.

Leaning down, I slowly run the head of your erection across my cheek and down the soft skin of my throat to capture you between my breasts leaving proof of your passion in the thin liquid path of cum on my skin.  As I gently flick the tip of my tongue over your swollen head, your breath catches in a groan of pleasure as your hips rise to meet my hungry mouth.  Not yet…I have waited too long to touch you….taste you….see you watching me enjoy your body as I move my tongue down the hardness of your shaft with the need to suck you deep into my mouth fueling the beginning of my own orgasm.

Interrupting my fantasies with your hand on my arm, your fingers blatantly massage the fullness of my breast. You lean close to my ear, your voice probing and intimate, “tell me what color panties you have on.”  I see a playful command as I look up into your eyes. 

“I cant,” I smile sweetly without breaking eye contact as I lean into you pressing my breast against your knuckles and daring you to move away.   “I’m not wearing any,” I whisper just loud enough for you to hear. 

Your hand flinches against my arm and your eyes travel to the smooth skin of my thighs expose at the edge of my skirt.  Watching you, I part my legs slightly as I drop my hand down to the edge of my skirt and run my finger along the hem.  “Stutter for me baby…it makes me feel powerful.”

Tonight, even without your words, oral satisfaction will be mine.