I love Carter’s writings. Such a delightful player of words. And a delightful subject to boot. You should all head over and read some more.
Reblogged
Samara’s Bad-Girl Guide to Writing Erotica
Hilarious!
Ever since the appearance of Fifty Shades of Grey, the worst book to have ever sold 100 million copies worldwide, everyone is writing erotica.
I don’t want to discuss this Idiot Book, the fact that Anastasia is a virgin who orgasms 20 times an hour, never worries about getting a urinary tract infection or somehow made it through college without owning a LAPTOP.
Bad erotica is sprouting up everywhere. All of it hackneyed and formulaic.
The characters are always flawless. Or if they have flaws, they are so endearing they make the character even more adorable.
For women,”clumsy” is the most popular endearing flaw. For the record, I am clumsy. It’s a pretty glaring flaw. There’s nothing sexy about. I fall down, smack my head on things, injure myself frequently and am generally shocked to still be alive.
Last week, in a meeting with a group of men, I dropped my pen…
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I Put A Spell On You
A http://www... Sweet poem! Reblogged for some Halloween fun!
Ghosts, goblins and witch’s brew
My love, My dear, I put a spell on you
a spell of love and sexy things
to fall upon you this Halloween
I put a spell on you, to make you mine
to make you love me ’til the end of time
hocus pocus and bippity boo
My Love, My Dear, I put a spell on you
Out For Lunch
nice poem from Bliss. I would love to be that guy, fingers caressing a warm, moist pussy before spanking that delicious bottom in the open air. Just imagine taking her up the back alley. Pun intended.
In Praise of Consensual Submission
Something about this picture made me smile.
Best Damned Quotes: Elmo Phillips
Elmo Phillips clearly knew his stuff. Some things you just grow to like. Broccoli, cauliflower, spanking, it’s all the same!
Naked To Your Will
Very erotic – love the image too
Nancy
Sexy little story – I like the whipping boy twist.
Liz’s text reached him at 2:10.
“Can you be here at 2:45. No later than 3:00?”
He looked at the files piled on his desk and at the task list on the screen in front of him. Nothing that couldn’t wait.
“Sure” he texted back and headed for the door.
Her door was unlocked and he called up the steps, “I’m here!”
“Come on up.” It was 2:53. “We’re in the kitchen.”
“We’re?” he thought as he crossed the living room. In the kitchen, across the table, Liz stood up flashing a radiant full-tooth ear to ear cheerleader smile that lit up her whole face. She had been pouring water into a tea cup for an older woman seated at the table. Liz looked positively girlish with her hair parted in the middle and pulled back behind her ears. She was wearing a university polo-shirt that fitted tightly to…
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