[Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) - ABBA]

Ugh. I miss sex. It’s been far too long.

To be fair, I’ve made some excuses. I told a very interested man at a club that it couldn’t happen (despite him being very attractive) and, well, it was mostly because my room wasn’t clean. I couldn’t bring a guy home to a dirty room! Okay, well, maybe. I mean, I  have before. It would be hard not to. My room is rarely clean…

And obviously, I could have fucked Narcissus despite his potty mouth. But I feel like the standards have been raised. Less one night stands with guys like Narcissus, more recurrences with gorgeous bodies like London Guy (please!).

Though if that hottie behind the piercing counter wants to come home with me next time I stop in, he is absolutely welcome. Or the guy who got pierced after me. Or Danyl off the X-Factor (I know, I know, but the flatmates got me hooked!). Or that guy who was probably with his girlfriend in the shops yesterday, but was a delicious piece of manly meat. I’m so hungry…

Oh, wait, I do see London Guy on Thursday. Hooray!

[I Get Around - Dragonette

Another challenge with the usual participants, Amy of Sex,Chocolate, and Red Lipstick and Z of Phaedra Fallen, although this time we've also added Britni of Oh My God, That Britni's Shameless into the mix. Jake of Facts and Friction has so kindly chosen us a song to be inspired by (hm, inspirotica again? I love it): I Get Around by Dragonette. Goal - 1000-1250 words by Friday at midnight. I'm about fifty words short... but late for the club. This is all fantasy.]

“Only seconds to my elevator from the station,” he breathed into my ear, his hand trailing from my thigh to the hem of my silky black dress. “Fifteen minutes, tops.”

I smiled coyly at him. “Don’t tell anyone,” I said, knowing half the club-goers were straining their eyes between strobe flashes to see what was happening between London’s Hottest It Girl and her new handsome stranger.

He grinned, taking my hand and leading me to the entrance. I winked at the bartender as we left, and he shook his head. Another tabloid story, another hazy martini-influenced mistake.

I thought about asking him for his forgotten name as we tumbled tipsily around the streets, but let him put his hand up my dress instead. He toyed with the fabric of my lace thong and I moaned against the skin of his neck, my back pressed against the brick of some unknown building. “Underground,” I murmured, “Now. I don’t know if I can even wait fifteen minutes.”

He laughed and we hurried down the steps to catch the last train. The other riders tried to ignore us as I straddled him, grabbed his face, and kissed. He held my hips as I flipped off a shutterbug tourist. “Fame,” I shrugged before diving in to his lips again.

Fame. The reason not to do anything publicly. But in my opinion, contrary to what any publicist might think, is it so bad if the International Party Girl ends up in some sketchy feature in The Mirror in a picture where she is – heaven forbid – partying? I say a big “hoorah!” to making bad decisions. Like the handsome man with no name I had my legs wrapped around on the train…

“This stop,” he said, picking me up and carrying me into the station. I wrapped my legs tighter around him. I could feel my dress riding up, my panties wet from the voyeuristic tongue tango. “Just up these stairs.”  We ascended to the street and crossed it.

“My building,” he said, nodding up at the large, boring structure in front of us.

“You weren’t kidding about how close you were,” I said, reaching up to undo a button on his shirt. “I don’t know if we’ll make it to the elevator, though, I’m pretty close myself…”

He practically knocked down the door before banging violently on the buttons for the lift. I pushed him up against the metal doors, further undoing his buttons and leaving a trail of kisses down his chest. He groaned appreciatively and I reached for his belt.

We fell as the lift doors open, sprawled out on the elevator floor. Laughing, he pulled me out of the way of the closing doors. “I knew I couldn’t go wrong with you. Can’t wait to get you to my bedroom.”

I unzipped his trousers. “Why wait?”

His eyes closed as I took his hard dick into my mouth. I felt deliciously dirty, there on the floor of the elevator, and lips still closed around his cock, I looked around to see the walls were mirrored.

Hot.

I slurped and sucked, eager to please my sexy stranger. I had a reputation to live up to, after all, and I seemed to be fulfilling it as he moaned with every stroke. I watched my head bob up and down, my hair still shiny and perfect from my night out, but my make-up smeared. How fantastically slutty. I almost wanted this picture captured on Page Three. “Party Girl Goes Down As The Lift Goes Up.” Witty.

I pulled away, pleased at the red lipstick ringed around his cock. “Do you want to fuck me in this elevator?”

As if on cue, we arrived on his floor with a “ding!” He looked to the corridor, then down at his hard, lipsticked dick.

“There is no question,” he said, jamming his thumb into the “close door” button.

I stood, grabbing his hair to pull him up to kiss me. He picked me up and pushed my dress up around my waist. Pushing my panties to the side, he slid into me.

“Watch us,” I ordered, and we both turned to see ourselves in the mirror. He lifted me slowly, his cock very nearly coming out of my pussy before he slammed it back in. I gasped, closing my eyes in pleasure. He grabbed my face and pointed it back toward the mirror.

“You said watch.”

I grinned, watching us fuck slowly, our faces both transfixed now, entranced by the self-made pornography we were creating.

“Faster.”

I don’t even know who said it, but we sped up, eyes still glued. He clutched me with his hands to keep me up and I imagined there’d be handprints tomorrow across my hips, waist, and back. I became more aroused at the thought, and pulled him in for a violent kiss, our eyes still open and watching.

I watched as his face contorted in orgasm, feeling him tense, grab me tighter, and cum. I came watching him, whispering “yes, yes, yes”, and finally closing my eyes, though the image of us was going to be burned delightfully into my mind forever. I might have to get his name after all.

“I can’t wait to get you into my bedroom,” he breathed into my neck.

I should say no, I thought. I’ve gotten what I wanted. Can’t have too many photos of me in last night’s dress.

“Let’s go,” I said. Damn. Can’t hurt to get what I want again. Can’t go wrong with another yes. Or three.

After all, I do get around.

[Crown Royal - Jill Scott

Unfortunately, there will be no HNT this week. I've left my camera's battery charger in Paris. I know. Silly Coquitten. I'll definitely make it up to you next week! I have a lovely little outfit I'm dying to show you... and London Guy. ;P

I'd also like to start doing a new thing called "Inspirotica". While I didn't get the idea from here, this is very similar to "Flash Fiction Fridays" from Spanky's blog, The Daily Toast. While his is a more interactive weekly inspiration with a word limit and incredibly amazing results, mine will be sort of an experiment in finding a personal muse through erotica. I will not be restricting my word count nor will I have a set day or week when I'll post them. As they strike me, I'll just, well, write!]

"Hungry" by Phyllis Christopher

His fingers always taste distinctively of me, whether or not they’ve even made it past my waist. I can’t get enough of it – a sick sense of pride comes over me every time he shoves them in my mouth. My pussy has claimed those fingers. I might be his, but those fingers are mine.

He likes to put them in my mouth almost as much as I like them being in there. Sometimes he puts just one finger to my lips, and I kiss it, nipping gently and letting my own smell of sex waft underneath my nose.

Other times, it’s the whole pointer finger, a make-shift mini-cock I can tease and suck. He groans as I do this, as if my mouth were somewhere else, so I make every lick a promise for later, winking as I take his finger all the way into my mouth. And still I get that hint of taste, despite my body’s persistent insistence I haven’t been touched yet. I thrust my pelvis his direction – he ignores me on purpose and switches fingers.

The middle finger. The Fuck-Me-Finger. He knows it’s my favourite, sexually dexterous and long. Survival of the fittest. The longer the Fuck-Me-Finger, the more likely that caveman was to get laid. A trait passed down from generation to generation until he got his hands and I got to cum, over and over and over around that finger.

That one tastes like my pussy more than the rest.

But I know what he likes best. He likes to shove his fingers in my mouth in a raw digital face-fuck. My mouth waters at the ghost taste of my pussy doubled in my mouth and pressed against my tongue because there’s no where else for those fingers to go. I have to moan into them because someone somewhere taught me not to talk with my mouth full, and he loves to shut me up anyway. He especially likes to pull his fingers out slowly, letting trails of saliva linger on my lips and end at his fingertips.

Then, I get what I want. Then his wet, cunty-tasting fingers actually find my cunt and I get fucked without getting fucked. I urge him on with frenzied hips until I finally cum, falling back, my mouth half-open in post-orgasmic exhilaration and half-open in gourmet anticipation.

“Taste yourself,” he demands as he forces his sticky fingers back into my mouth. I don’t disobey, loving the full flavour of myself, hot and strangely wonderful. He grins down at me. “I love when you suck my fingers clean.”

I grin back at him. I know those fingers will never be clean. Those fingers belong to my pussy.

Welcome to the first edition of e[lust]! Below is your source for inspirations of lust and sexual intelligence from a wide range of sex bloggers. Want to be included in the next edition? Submission period opens for e[lust] # 2 on November 20th – subscribe to the RSS feed andTwitter for all updates! Check out the submission guidelines and rules of general conduct here.

This week’s top three picks as chosen by fellow e[lust] participants:

At Your Service - His hand pushes on my thigh and I turn away from him, allowing him to inspect my ass. His hands spread my ass cheeks and again I flood with wetness.

Cinderella – “‘I want to fuck you…’ he growled, nipping at her neck and kissing down over her breasts, biting at her nipples through the fabric, making her cry out.

Anal Sex Pt 2: The Ins and Outs of Butt Sex - Butt sex is what you make of it. Enjoy yourselves, be careful, and try everything that looks interesting.

Editor’s Pick:

The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.”

A note from the editor: And so it begins…

See also: Pleasurist’s #54 for your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days.  Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Writing

Just A Little Taste
Older and Better Than Ever
Good Morning
Your Eyes
MFM: The Student. The Teacher.
Get Me Off
The Club & Introductory Note
Don’t Come
The City
Howl at the Moon
Rimjob
Consumed
The Devil Inside
One of the Greats
Room Service

Kink & Fetish

A Busy Night
Bad Taste?
Protocols
The Illusion of Beginning: Pt 1
“You hit me…”
Reconnecting
Too Many Buttons
Nadia’s Wishing Box
The Mason Jar
So Sexy Boots

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Swing Shift Vol. 18 – Safe Sex and Getting Tested
Libido Resurrection Programme™
Check Up
Oh, Baby, Baby
UnderRated: Fucking the Mind

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Vixen Invites
I’m Quoted in Time Out NY!
Top Five Tuesday – Euro Studs
She Makes Me Feel Like a Whore

[I am SO happy to participate in e[lust]. It’s a true homage to Sugasm, which is on hiatus, and it really is another great opportunity for readers to stumble upon blogs they never knew were out there. Definitely take a look at the submissions, whatever strikes your fancy, and maybe something that doesn’t. Thanks, Lilly!]

[Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper]

Tomorrow I intend to look hot and sexy and get drunk and flirty. I need to have a night of absolute wild fun, which I haven’t done in too long. If I don’t, I am in danger of crushing on London Guy and I think I better avoid that mess. I made a Freudian slip to the flatmates the other day about wanting to impress him. Not just impress him, but make him like me.

Isn’t the point of having a lover who lives in another city to NOT get attached? It worked with the Engineer, Performer, Super Hot Amazing Club Guy who I never wrote about… Then again, they didn’t offer to take me on a Whirlwind Weekend in London…

It’s just the accent, it’s just the accent, it’s just the accent… I need to find someone to make out with tomorrow night! I’m not really worried. I’ve made it pretty clear to him I don’t want something serious and so I will take this Whirlwind Weekend as just another chance to party and sex his gorgeous body up. Fun, fun, fun!

By the way, I never mentioned it, but I’ve stopped seeing Narcissus (though he hasn’t stopped inviting himself over). I ran into him at a club a couple weeks ago and, after excusing myself to go home early (read: avoid him by getting a good night’s sleep), I received the ‘booty call’ text.

Narcissus: What’s up? Why’d you leave?

Coquitten: Just tired, wasn’t feeling well.

Narcissus: Can I come over?

Coquitten: No, I don’t think so. I want to get some sleep.

Narcissus: C’mon, I’ll just come stop by.

Coquitten: I said no.

Narcissus: Well fuck off you piss head!

…

That’s what he actually wrote to me. “Fuck off you piss head!” What made him think he would get laid by me after that? He’s called twice and texted me twice since then. I don’t intend to answer. Never mind that I can’t believe a word out of his mouth, I will never let a guy talk to me like that and get away with it.

What a jerk. Ruining all the lovely sex he would have had with me had he not had that rudeness problem.

At least there’s LG to cheer me up! Wait, no! Must. Not. Crush. Must get silly drunk and tongue-wrestle with someone to rid myself of this sappy silliness! Wish me luck. ;P

[Jezebel - Ricky Martin

150 Words]

Next time you visit, I’m going to wear a mini-skirt when we go out. I’m going to wear that black one, the one you met me in, with the slits on the sides that it doesn’t need and the lacy edge. It’s my favourite, actually, just barely covering anything, soft, and almost demure if it wasn’t so short. I’ll wear a black lace thong to match, though when you slip your hands between my thighs in the dark club, I’ll wish I hadn’t worn anything underneath. I might even take my panties off in the bathroom, slipping them, wet and smelling like sex, into your pocket.

When you fuck me, I’ll keep my skirt on. Maybe it will happen in the club, pressed up against one another, grinding to the heavy beat. It will feel rushed and spontaneous, but I planned from the beginning that is how it will happen.

If you follow me on Twitter, you might know I spent this past weekend in Paris. And I couldn’t visit Paris without leaving with some French lingerie. I spent a very long time in the lingerie store, running my hands over lush-feeling bras and panties, trying on teddies and garter belts. I spent an exorbitant amount of money.

*click!*

But this isn’t even the sexy set. This is the sleep set. This is the subdued, sensual, I’m-pretending-like-I-don’t-know-how-good-I-look-in-this set. The sexy set – which perhaps, just perhaps, will appear some other day – is blatant, and this is nice; subtle.

*click*

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday! Don’t forget to wander to Osbasso’s to see who else is getting half-nekkid this week.

Just a quick update to let people know I’ve updated both my About Me and The Fuckables.

I’m curious to know, as well, if people are enjoying the fact that I’m now adding links to the songs I use for my titles? I haven’t made it all the way through my old posts, but I aim to have every lyricised title linked to a YouTube video of the song it comes from. Not only does it give credit to the musicians, I do try to put a lot of thought into these to have them match the feel of the post [hah, usually. Sometimes I just pick them at my whim, but most of the time they are very intentional]. But I sometimes think that listening to the particular song as you read the post might enhance it. That might just be the pretentious ex-music major in me, but y’know, can’t get rid of her.

Hope the new readers are finding something they like! I’ll definitely have an HNT up this week, and I’m working on some fantasy posts since I might not get a chance to see London Guy until the weekend after this one. If you have any suggestions of what you’d like to see/read here, let me know!

This morning, I woke up to a text from Amy.

“Have you seen the top 100 sex bloggers list yet missy? Xxx”

“Not yet, just woke up. Looking now…”

“I think you’ll be pretty happy! Xxxx”

I rolled over in bed and grabbed my laptop off my desk. Let’s see… Between My Sheets… Top 100 Sex Bloggers…

“Oh. My. God.” said my next text to Amy. I imagined I made the list. I imagined she told me I would be happy because I was in the top fifty or, at best, top fifteen. But I never, ever imagined I would be #1.

I almost cried. When I started this blog, I never realized I would become a part of this amazing community – these people who are gorgeous writers and sex gods/goddesses and now my friends. I can think of scores of bloggers I would have put before myself to be #1 and I’m only discovering more of them as I go through this list. I feel honored, and shocked, and I just pray that all these talented people – on and off the list – keep writing and sharing their lives/opinions with us.

Oh, and a special thank you to the judges who put in all the hard work to read and score each blog. That’s a miraculous feat considering how many people are on here, and I applaud you guys for the effort (and for thinking I’m good enough to be the first on the list! =D!).

So here it is, the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009. I recommend you put aside a whole day to read all these absolutely amazing people (I know that’s what I’m doing tonight).

1. Coquitten (website)
2. Alexa (website)
3. AAG (website)
4. Bad, Bad Girl (website)
5. TBK (website)
6. Mistress Matisse (website)
7. Miss Mia (website)
8. Thursday’s Child (website)
9. Roger (website)
10. Sinclair (website)
11. Sylvanus…
12. and Mina (website)
13. Natt Nightly (website)
14. Jake (website)
15. Lyn (website)
16. Adriana Ravenlust (website)
17. Sexy Sadie (website)
18. Shay (website)
19. Lilly (website)
20. Nadia (website)
21. Joan Price (website)
22. Madison (website)
23. Anal Amy (website)
24. Z (website)
25. Essin Em (website)
26. Easily Aroused (website)
27. Blacksilk (website)
28. Sleeping Dreamer (website)
29. Melen…
30. and rayne…
31. and Master KKT…
32. and cinnamon (website)
33. That Toy Chick (website)
34. Red (website)
35. Tom Allen (website)
36. Vix (website)
37. Coy Pink (website)
38. Lady Pandorah (website)
39. BackseatBoohoo (website)
40. Epiphora (website)
41. Aurore (website)
42. Miss KissThis (website)
43. Storm (website)
44. Ron Jazz (website)
45. Josie Jacobs (website)
46. Distracted (website)
47. Deviant Dyke (website)
48. Joanna Cake (website)
49. Sapphire Jay (website)
50. Sarah (website)
51. Kimberly (website)
52. Duchess (website)
53. Figleaf (website)
54. The Caged Songbird (website)
55. Kaya (website)
56. Ms. Justine (website)
57. Luka (website)
58. Ang (website)
59. Perverted Negress (website)
60. Harlot (website)
61. Vixen (website)
62. Anakan…
63. and Padme (website)
64. Wilhemina (website)
65. Axe (website)
66. Amber (website)
67. Lucy Vonne (website)
68. Rogue (website)
69. SSS (website)
70. Kyle (website)
71. Amorous Rocker (website)
72. Sera (website)
73. Lolita Wolf (website)
74. Elle (website)
75. Scarlet St Syr (website)
76. Charlotte Thorpe (website)
77. An Unassuming Girl (website)
78. Maymay (website)
79. True Pleasure (website)
80. Bad Influence Girl (website)
81. Diva (website)
82. Raven Quince (website)
83. Autumn (website)
84. Vanilla Impaired (website)
85. Wil (website)
86. Robin (website)
87. Panthera Pardus (website)
88. Ell (website)
89. Miss Communication…
90. and Captain Pants…
91. and A.E. (website)
92. Roxy (website)
93. Secretly Naughty (website)
94. Abby Williams (website)
95. Subheart (website)
96. Sequoia Redd (website)
97. Innocent Loveboy (website)
98. Liljgrrl…
99. and Nawa*G (website)
100. YOU! As always that last person on the list is you. Please, please, please leave a comment below promoting your own blog (or the blog of someone you love). Links are welcome, as long as they lead us to a sex-related blog, not a retail website or porn aggregation site. (This is Rori’s request on the original list but I would LOVE for you guys to leave me comments on websites to go to! I always LOVE finding new blogs to read. =D)

This is my official post #100! If you’ve been following me from the beginning, you may know that there were a large number of posts I cut out when coworkers found my blog. But as it stands now, this is number one-zero-zero! And I’m very proud.

To commemorate this occasion, here are 100 things you may or may not have known about me sexually!

1. I love sex.
2. I lost my virginity at 18, in the back of a car, on prom night.
3. I had my tongue pierced for four reasons: a) it was 2-4-1 piercing day at the parlor, b) I loved the way it looked, c) I admit, I did want to use it while giving head, and d) my man at the time had his done and ohgodyes did that ever feel good!
4. I like it rough.
5. My ‘number’ is between 15 and 25.
6. I regret only one of those.
7. I’ve been titty-fucked.
8. I’ve had a MMF threesome.
9. I haven’t had a FFM threesome (but I want to!).
10. I’ve dated and/or slept with guys of these nationalities: Persian, Saudi Arabian, Russian (x2), Indian, English, Lebanese, Kurdish, Cuban, South African, Mexican, and American.
11. I have an FBI record for dating the Saudi Arabian… and the FBI knew details of my sex life I hadn’t given them myself. Creepy. [Only now, I share my sex life with the entire internet, so I guess I can't really complain.]
12. I used to get sent home early from pre-school for taking my clothes off and trying to chase the boys so I could kiss them.
13. My first serious boyfriend (age 16) once tried to get me to touch his penis (I had never before touched one!), and when I said no, we compromised that I would just “look at it for a little bit.”
14. I was once choked during sex (by someone I trust to the highest degree). It was hot.
15. I used whipped cream as a sex toy for the first time when I was 17.
16. I love being on top… but I love it more if he’s grabbing my hips and moving me up and down.
17. I have a clitoral hood piercing.
18. I’ve had sex on a kitchen counter… that wasn’t mine. Or his.
19. I’m incredibly aroused by women, especially lesbian porn… but in practice, I’m totally straight.
20. I’ve been tied up.
21. I’ve tied someone up.
22. The oldest person I’ve had sex with was 17 years my senior.
23. I once stuck the handle of a hairbrush up someone’s ass.
24. I only have one nipple pierced, and I’ll probably keep it that way.
25. I once got fingered in a sandbox at a playground (I was 17). It definitely wasn’t a repeat experience.
26. My favorite movie sex scene is in The Red Violin, when the gypsy girl is fucking the violinist as he plays.
27. I’ve had sex in front of a stranger.
28. I like to read Craigslist ads searching for a girl for a FFM threesome. I’ve never responded, but I think it would be really hot to be a “couple’s toy” for a night.
29. I like nibbling on ears.
30. A recurring theme in my fantasies is being slammed up against the wall.
31. One of my hottest sexual experiences was Engineer fucking me as we both watched ourselves in the mirror.
32. I love watching guys masturbate.
33. I’ve always, always wanted to have sex in a library.
34. I used to work for Starbucks and I always wanted to do an HNT in just my green apron… Unfortunately, I gave them all away when I quit.
35. I think champagne is the sexiest drink to have with a lover. It has a sexy name, it comes in a sexy glass, and it has a sophistication to it that even wine does not.
36. In that vein, I have always wanted someone to drizzle champagne on me and lick it off.
37. In high school, I was the romantic and my best friend Bear was the sex goddess. Not that she isn’t any less goddess-y, but now, the roles have sort of switched. As is, she prefers relationships and I enjoy casual sex.
38. I buy bedsheets based on how sexy I think they look.
39. I love water sex – I’ve had sex in a pool, a shower, and a hot tub. I also love making out in the rain and hope to have sex during a thunderstorm.
40. I’ve never owned more than two sex toys at a time.
41. In Israel, I once had to deter a guy who was trying to have sex with me in a bathroom. My Hebrew isn’t great, so the only thing I could think to say was, “Bad time of the month!” (which wasn’t true!).
42. I used to fuck a customer from the bar who we all called Motorcycle Marty.
43. Since getting to the UK, I’ve had sex only seven times.
44. I had sex in the middle of a baseball diamond.
45. I’ve fucked a college football player.
46. My almost first kiss resulted in me laughing in the guy’s face. Oops! But to be fair, he tried while my dad was driving him home and we were in the backseat. It was not the time nor the place.
47. Ever since I became confident sexually, I’ve wanted to have revenge sex with this guy I met freshman year. I had sucked, and he was a jerk.
48. My favorite toy right now is my LELO Lily that RainCityBaby got me.
49. Three people I’ve slept with know about this blog. I don’t think any of them read it regularly and I’m not sure one of them has ever even looked for it.
50. In the last week, I have made myself cum at least three times a day.
51. The most used tags for my blog are (in alphabetical order): breasts, cock, dating, fucking, HNT, pussy, sex, and the Engineer.
52. I think my ass is my best sexual feature. So do most of my sexual partners.
53. Despite that, I’ve never had anal sex.
54. I have been rimmed though.
55. I prefer finger-fucking to oral sex, but it’s best if they’re combined.
56. I used to hate having my breasts touched. It reminded me of my first boyfriend.
57. My first vibrator was actually really good. It was a multi-speed/multi-function ribbed bullet which was incredibly powerful and lasted a year and a half until I dropped it.
58. I started reading sex blogs when I googled “How to give a blowjob” and landed on The Over-Educated Nympho’s How-To. I was 18.
59. My roommate freshman year and I once tried to learn how to dirty talk by writing an anonymous naughty letter to one of the boys down the hall. We taped it to his door and ran away giggling. It had choice phrases like “I love your coffee-colored skin and want you to put your cream in my cup.”
60. I once gave someone a blowjob in his kitchen while a party happened in his living room.
61. I think the sexiest thing about a man is the V of his hips leading down to his cock. I love when his trousers slip just enough that it’s subtly visible.
62. I once had sex on a giant trampoline.
63. I’ve had sex with a guy who had a Prince Albert.
64. I really want to fuck a guy with a strap-on.
65. The second guy I ever had sex with was a frat guy with a “reputation.” Screw the rep, we were safe, and he really knew what he was doing.
66. I like ribbed condoms better than smooth.
67. I hate when guys are quiet in bed. I like to hear you moaning as you cum.
68. I always tear up a little when I deep-throat… and for some reason, I love how sexy and slutty that makes me feel.
69. I don’t like 69ing. Can’t concentrate on what I’m doing. Two people doing half-assed oral isn’t as good as one person giving their full attention.
70. I like (rationally) jealous boyfriends.
71. I like silly sex.
72. I once had sex after drinking a few shots of Absinthe. It was incredibly heightened sensation-wise and we had to stop because it felt so good it hurt.
73. I am really turned on by being told what to do.
74. I have never ‘made love.’
75. I love teasing a guy while he’s on the phone.
76. One of my hottest first kisses with a guy was in a theatre dressing room.
77. I am often the one to take initiative sexually.
78. I think spontaneous bondage – being tied up with a tie, a belt, or some other everyday object – is infinitely hotter than bondage toys.
79. Until recently, I could not always make myself cum during masturbation.
80. My first real orgasm was during a bubble bath.
81. I once signed up for a Sugar Daddy dating website. I went on one dinner date, but it was really not my thing. Nothing happened.
82. I read somewhere vanilla, as a scent, is one of the strongest aphrodisiacs for men, so I always try to have something with vanilla in it in my bathing/perfume routine. Currently, it’s a vanilla bodywash.
83. I love playing with nipples.
84. If ever necessary, I have music picked out to striptease to.
85. Before I leave university, I really want to fuck a professor.
86. I don’t own any panties that aren’t thongs or boyshorts. No granny panties or even bikini briefs in my underwear drawer! (Oh, wait. Except ONE pair that is lacey and leopard print, but y’know. Close enough.)
87. I really want to fuck Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
88. My best friend Bear taught me how to give head with a big, black, suction cup dildo.
89. I love having my hair pulled.
90. I sometimes forget how non-vanilla I am and how many non-vanilla things I’m aware about that others aren’t and shock people.
91. I’ve had sex with a sexy firefighter, though he wasn’t wearing his uniform at the time. Backdraft was on in the background, though…
92. I wish more guys would want you to put your finger up their ass.
93. I love being naked.
94. I think it’s fun to go out somewhere “freshly fucked”.
95. A partner and I once broke a key off a keyboard AND a blender in what he referred to as the “throes of passion.”
96. I hate sex terms like “donkey punch”, “Dirty Sanchez”, etc. I especially hate “superman”, but that’s mostly because Soulja Boy is an idiot.
97. I think sexting is totally hot.
98. I was once given a joke candy-cane shaped vibe for X-mas… and he totally used it on me later that night.
99. I have incredibly nice canvas posters on my wall… of yummy erotica.
100. I’m cheating for #100… It’s my HNT! But you get four pictures this week and a bit more than I usually show (above the neck, anyway ;P risky? perhaps… but I like a little risk!), so I think it’s worth #100.

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Last week for Halloween, I was a faerie. I found this wonderful Venetian carnival mask…

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Don’t forget to stop on by Osbasso’s! Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone, and Happy 100 to me!