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”.

 

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Sexy Erotica: Night Moves

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“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
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“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.

Perhaps.

SexyWhispers Erotica – Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

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I see you over there, so hypnotic, thinking ’bout what I’d do to that body.

Got no drink in my hand, but I’m wasted – getting drunk on the thought of you naked.

And I’ve tried to fight it.

Imagine me whispering in your ear,

I wanna take off all your clothes.

Looking for some trouble tonight,

Take my hand,

I’ll show you the wild side.

Trying to tell you “no” but my body keeps on telling you “yes.”

Trying to tell you to stop, but your lips got me so out of breath.

There you go again, making me love you.

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“Wanna sit on my lap and tell Santa what you want for Christmas little girl?” you eyes amused as your fingers brush mine, sending sparks of adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream, taking my wine glass from my hand.

“You know what I want,” my wine glass stops short of your lips, your breath fogging the rim of the glass as your breathing stops and starts again, humor melting into challenge, my palm tracing your erection.

“All you have to do is give it to me,” I smile innocently, my fingers dip steadily to cup your balls through your pants, tight with appreciate from my thumb stroking the length of your cock, as I watch my wine glass caresses your lips the thought of your mouth on my glass blurs my vision – tempting me to taste your mouth.

I step toward you, red high heels bringing me to eye level, your hands suddenly on my hips pulling me against you, I don’t stop to consider – my pulse pounding in my nipples pressed tight against your chest – soft mounds of fleshing aching for your touch spilling out the thin material of my dress – my nipples pleading for your attention – your eyes on mine now, sharp with focus.

I sample your mouth, soft and sensual turning deep and demanding, the taste my wine on your lips flooding my senses and want exploding like sharp razor cutting a bloody path along every nerve.

Temptation is done – Need has won.

“Mistletoe,” your eyes follow mine to the greenery above your head, “I have always wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Well, I guess you can strike that off your bucket list,” your easy smile annoying.

“Not quite,” I purr softly, electricity crackling from every slow stroke of my tongue over my bottom lip throbbing to wrap around your masculinity.

The sound of your zipper hanging between us, watching the emotions war, your control slip as understanding dawns – and then a little more as I roll my hips against your hardness – growing thicker with each movement.

I listen to the stutter of your breathing…once, twice, again…as I trial soft kisses down your chest and sink to my knees at your feet offering you all the passions of my world, flashes of desire pulse like an electrical storm between us – it will not be a silent night.

“There are so many places I want to kiss you – taste you hard and heavy in my mouth,” my eyes on yours, my mouth wanders slowly down in a wanton path of soft kisses against the inside your thigh.

A deep sigh stuttering through my breathing as I rub your hard cock against my cheek…the pressure building between my thighs bringing tears of submission to my eyes as I stroke you down my throat to nestle tight between my tits.  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 into my mouth.

My tongue massages circles of throbbing sensation against the head of your thickness – your hands tangled in my hair – your fingertip urging me to satisfy my need – my mouth moves anxiously like a child opening presents across your balls tight with desire – gently sucking each one…and then both into my mouth as I pump your masculinity to painful hardness with my hand stopping just short of your orgasm and my own –

“Come for 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 whine of fulfillment…want taking over with every stroke in my mouth…deeper and deeper until your body starts to shake with the effort to hold back…

“Congratulations on making the naughty list,” I smile at the sound of your voice bringing me back from the edge of pleasure as I consider taking you again.

“That was nice – want to try for naughty?” the dare rolls off my lips as your hand reaches down to pull me to my feet, my eyes meeting yours again.

“Careful, naughty little girls get spankings,” a slow smile spreads across your sexy lips again.

“Humm….we had better get started because naughty has been coming on since the day I met you,” I take your hand, ready for round two.