The Zen Nudist aka Kilted Wookie is a wonderful human, an amazing writer, and willing to bare it all for his erotic photography. I love reading his writing and drooling over his pictures. He’s been a prompt for Masturbation Monday more than once for a reason. This week, though, he’s doing something much more difficult — choosing the top three posts for the week!
The Silent Orgasm by Kisungura
Something about this one by Kisungura connected with me, bringing back memories of similar situations in my younger years. The carefree horny abandon that being abroad, in the heat can invoke, and the conflicting need to keep the sounds of such warmth induced passion from the ears of your offspring sleeping on the other side of a thin wall. Anyone who has ever been abroad with small children will probably relate to this cautionary tale.
Being with Cuiplash 24/7, semi naked, hot, exposed, slick with suncream and sweat, pool water glazing tanned muscles and curves, ignites our craving for physical connection, in turn deepening and feeding our emotional one. I feel his eyes on me as I strip to my swimwear poolside, as I rub suncream into my breasts and thighs, and when I ask him to do my back his hands are rough, claiming what is his as he protects the skin he’ll devour later. Heat and holidays make me horny as hell, and him too. Our lust for each other rising. I tease, stretching out on sun beds, splashing him, luring him to play. Read more.
The Librarian by Isabelle Lauren
There is something undeniably erotic about libraries. Maybe its the enforced silence, maybe it’s the presence of so many words, so many stories. Combine them with those out of the way reading alcoves and who knows what might happen. I love how Isabella combines the heat of bringing herself to orgasm and the (accidental?) voyeurism of the librarian. A shared intimate secret, with just a hint of the promise of more to come.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Studying Victoria porn for three weeks was starting to take its toll. Not in the sense that I was disgusted, on the contrary! I was getting slightly horny. I chuckled to myself. “Slightly horny” was definitely an understatement, I was raging with desire. And I needed to do something about the throbbing ache between my legs before I could carry on with my research. Keep reading.
Tired by Amy Norton
There is something so wonderfully tender and yet deeply erotic in Amy’s post. It epitomizes the intimacy that underlies D/s; the Dominant caring for the submissive’s needs. It illustrates that, beneath the spankings, behind the coarse language, there is an attentiveness to the needs of the other that comes from being intimately attuned to each other. It’s the perfect illustration of care, nurture and support that is the responsibility of any Dominant to provide to and for their submissive.
“I’m so tired.”
“I know, Sweetheart.”
My poor girl. She’s worked so many hours this week and I know her mental health is kicking her ass too. Tonight is all about her – I’ve made her favourite dinner, and now we’re sharing a bottle of wine and watching a silly comedy show. I might be her Dom (don’t fucking call me a Domme, ever) but to me, that means taking care of her is the most important job I have. Keep reading.
Thanks to Victoria Blisse for providing such kinky inspiration for all the writers this week!