So I know this blogger. She's smart and she's sexy. She's sassy and fun. She's the first to offer her friendship and vast quantities of alcohol. She's an excellent writer and, most importantly, she's also someone I dearly want to get naked with. She is Kyra of Last Refuge Of The Lonely Housewife.
So here's the deal. She read my Fuck Me post and it just sent her into heat induced lather. She became, shall we say...worked up. The solution was easy. Every single person she came in contact with was her answer. Documented in sultry detail in a post on her blog. Her private blog. Upon reading this nastiness, and getting all worked up myself, I thought it only fair that I should share it with you. Make you as hot as she does me.
So enjoy. Give ...

Dear Isabella,
I love my girlfriend but I just can't do morning sex with her. It's not that I don't like morning sex, I do -- but only under more favorable conditions. Maybe I was spoiled by past girlfriends, but my current girlfriend has really awful morning breath, and the pussy isn't so nice, either. I'm not saying I've got perfect breath first thing in the morning, but I will at least go rinse my mouth out before deep kissing. I've been trying to casually refuse the last few times she's tried to initiate and she's not believing me when I say I don't like morning sex. Obviously, I'd like to be able to have it but I'm not willing to hold my breath for an hour to do it. Any advice?
--Billy Z.
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Dear Billy,

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As she sat on the couch with her laptop on her lap, she dreamed of meeting him for the first time. He had been teasing her with his eloquence and his passion. His words and a couple of photos was all she had of him. But that was more than enough to make her ache for him, to make her wet and agitated.
She pulled up an email he had sent to her with a photo of himself. His gorgeous, ripped, body and beautiful smile melter her. As she re-read how hard he had been for her early in the day, she felt a familiar throbbing between her legs. She listened to a song he had asked her to get and it stirred her even more....
"Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be ee, a woman
I just wanna be a woman"She laid her head back for a ...

Steve Perry, I love you.
So, what's going on today? Well, the Canada Day Fireworks were lovely. Daddy and I took our kids and therefore had to take separate cars because there are just too many of us. We agreed on a meeting place but we got separated in the enormous traffic. But, that's okay because we had agreed on a meeting place, right?
Wrong. For some fucking reason, Daddy turned off several kilometres before that and got out and watched the fireworks from there. Why, you ask? I have no fucking idea. I ended up going somewhere else too as I couldn't find him anywhere. His children informed me this morning that they also went out for ice cream afterwards.
Lovely.
Thanks for waiting for us and going together....as a ...

Now you, too, can be kinky 365 days of the year. NYC Sex Bloggers have banded together again this year to create a sexxy calendar. The 2010 NYC Sex Blogger Calendar is unique in bringing together NYC’s writers, filmmakers and sex educators with twelve outstanding photographers and incorporating the participation of the larger sex-positive commUNITY with efforts to support Sex Work Awareness. The provocative 2010 model lineup is: Abiola Abrams
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Tess I’ll be featuring as many of these models as I can on my blog as ...

I've never really been able to make out the man in the moon - until now.

Can you see me?
Happy HNT Everybody

So, there have been some emails asking me to share my voice with you all. I couldn't think of a better way to display it then a video HNT. Have a listen and enjoy...PS, I'm not sure how long I will leave this up there, so it may be your only chance to hear what I sound like...

Alfie and Emma are in Waterford, IrelandThe home of crystal.

Pride 2009 is well over, and I'm disappointed to say that it largely passed me by this year. The reason, however, is good: I got my job back recently (yay!), and have been busily catching up on my life responsibilities.
It's a pity: I was considering volunteering at the networking table for at least one group, and missed out on a few playparties. It would have been nice to get Bootblack Boy to do my steeltoes. I have some leathergoods that still need breaking in. The Tomboy asked me ...

The Pussy Pounder, originally created and named by Athena, basically emulates the process used by women and gourds in Africa for thousands of years. Take an object, use it to stretch your pussy gradually week by week until you give birth. By the time you give birth, you know you can fit an object the size of a baby's head in your pussy without tearing, so not only are you confident and tearfree, but you can spit that baby out like a pumpkin seed when it's time. Athena said it took her 12 minutes to deliver her first baby.
I'm not sure if I have the dedication it takes. Most nights I go to bed, then I remember, dammit, the pussy pounder. But the last thing I want to do is try to shove something up my vagina. So we'll see how well I do. ...

there was the accidental first one
foreign, guilty and fascinating
uneasy and unconfessed for 30 years
that laid the cornerstone of experience
for all to come after
there was nearly one in college
so, so very close
but he gave up
just gave up
and i think part of me did, too
there were the hard-won two
after hours of numbing determination
after years of broken hoping
years of self-recrimination
and followed by resigned confused when
they didn't start just falling out
is nothing ever simple with me?
and then there is this one
perfectly normal and honestly unexpected
surely welcome
no willing, no coaxing, no hoping
just let, allowed

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It's been since mid-June when last we met hereabouts. Thankfully, a couple of you noticed and made inquiry regarding my health. I think it's touching when you comely youngsters reach out to me. Quite touching indeed. Especially when your missives include pictures. I am a visual bastard after all.
I'm doing well. But summer means traveling a bit which seems to lead to less posting about my smut-filled past. I'm not gone-- just away. All a guy really needs is good back roads, sunshine, a classic vehicle, and an excellent navigational device. No, not one of those satellite thingies, silly. More to come. You won't be rid of me so easily, wenches.

TW and I got in a couple of very nice, very slow sessions. Last night, I ate her to a couple of orgasms before we fell asleep. This morning, she got my “Rod Of Steel ” (patent pending) before we started our days. I had the most amazingly hard boner this morning so, as TW has often requested shoud I find myself in a turgid state, I put it to good use by fucking my honey from behind. It certainly got the day off to a good start. Posted in Sex

A fun little something that I found going through some old things. Basically, I'm a tad lazy while working on the Bar Exam, so you're just going to get some old stuff that I haven't ever posted. Kind of a fun one. I've been feeling a little dominant lately (trying to be strong for the Bar I think), but this is a bit of a fun change to submission--pretty extreme submission in some parts. Haven't been horny as usual lately, but the stress is hitting me hard this week--officially less than a month until the Big Test. Oy.
Enjoy, you know I hate to leave you all hanging. Just imagine me kneeling, wrists locked behind me, collar on, head bowed in submission, in leather panties, my breasts tight and nipples hard, and explaining what I did for ...

Patience. Something I am lacking these days. Tolerance. I have absolutely no tolerance for stupidity. And that is what I am getting these days. The guy I liked who reminded me of MM, time restrictions ridiculous, he hasn't gotten a cell phone yet....basically says to me....no effort therefore.
My best friend knows this guy who she has been friends with for years. He has been looking to have an affair. And she finally said, we might be a good match. I spoke with him yesterday but quite frankly it seemed like an interview. i was laughing.....honey, it is not just your decision if I am right for you...BUT it is my decision if you are right for me. I was unimpressed by him.
Had lunch with Mr. P yesterday. I have been under the ...

This is a really interesting video I found that is basically 7 minutes of some lady going to various public sidewalks and streets, pulling off her dress and posing nude for a photographer. In each scene, she does the same set of poses as a guy clicks away at his camera. Okay, once you have seen the girl nekkid, the sexy part is over. Now, sit back and watch the people walking by. It takes until the 6th minute of the video before we hear the first cat call from a passing delivery truck occupant. Otherwise, most people, men, women, kids, and the elderly seem to walk on by with little or no care. I suspect this was filmed somewhere besides the United States, where someone would have stopped and given the girl the riot act. If you enjoy watching ...

Once again, our circumstances limited us to a daytime tryst in that special, sentimental hotel of ours.  I spent the night in happy anticipation, and woke to find an E-mail from Nimue.  “Leaving here, heading your way.  Should be there in about an hour or so.  Can’t wait.  Love you.” I busily tidied the room in which I had lived the past three nights, packing clothes I didn’t need and putting out the toys I thought we might use.  Then I walked downstairs to take advantage of the hotel’s free breakfast.  Flipping through the newspaper as I ate my bowl of cereal, I found it increasingly difficult to focus on any of the articles.  Finishing, I placed my dishes in the sink for the housekeeping staff and ...

The last few days have bene pretty hectic - much partying and some sad goodbyes to friends who are leaving. We haven't had time (or been sober enough) to finish off the story until now, so here goes...

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Mike was kneeling over me and his cock was standing out in front of him. It was fairly easy to tell that he wanted to cum and as I recovered from my orgasm, the thought of letting Sue watch us fuck properly helped me get ready again even quicker than usual.

I pulled Mike onto me and felt his cock rubbing over my pussy - not entering me, but just sliding the length of my lips. It felt really nice, but I thought that given how far we'd already gone, we should do things properly so I told him to lie on his back. He ...

There are some people you want to find again. But won’t. At least not specifically. And for me one of those is a German girl whose stint as a foreign exchange student was ending. I’d given her my number based mostly on her eyes which almost seemed to be colorless they were so pale. Even more so for the way her mouth made love to a lollipop that afternoon. Sometimes, when you fuck a girl, it is only that thing that attracted you that you are really fucking. Her pale eyes. The lollipop. Or her loaded gun. The way her hair fell across her face. You're fucking the way the sun looked on her body. Or the way her collarbone snapped forward when she turned her head. Other than that one or in this case, two things … there is no real attraction. ...

Thanks for your emails and comments about getting invited when I go private. The time is near LOL. As I mentioned, I'll send out invites to those of you who have commented and have emailed me recently asking to be invited. Also, I will continue posting erotica stories as Kira Plushtoi at Appetite for Ecstasy - http://appetiteforecstasy.blogspot.com/, so feel free to visit me there as well. But please don't mention Algebra on Ecstasy, as some who read the former know me personally, and even though I'm going private here, don't want to rock the boat if you know what I mean ;) - so I won't be leaving this post up for long before going private, either :).

We met at a fetish club a decade ago. She gave a whipping demonstration for a wide-eyed crowd of perverts, and I fell a little bit in love.

The venue was a basement rock-club, small but with a surprisingly roomy stage area. I arrived early, on the recommendation of a seasoned friend. The show was worth getting a good spot for. Even back then I'd have described her as "matronly".  dressed all in black - her voluptuous curves accentuated by heels and pencil skirt, corset and tight-fitting leather gloves - Daisy terrorized a trio of two muscular men and a slim brunette I later learned was her girlfriend.

The boys stripped down to their white underwear, and the brunette sat cross-legged on a chair, dressed fetchingly in ...

Those three little words. You know the ones. That sentence that will make your heart lurch up into your throat, give you butterflies, scare you to death – or all three of those options at once. I find that from watching a lot of American TV (mainly the Friends episode wherein there’s the turkey on Monica’s head with the fez and the comedy giant glasses; Chandler professes his love, almost by accident, the phrase slipping out casually) that admitting one’s love for another can be a major Big Deal. Which it should, of course, as it is your heart being laid out in front of you. But it always seems too much of a big deal in those kind of programmes. In view of this, I have one of my burning questions for you – I do ...