Emma and I have become secret lovers again. Of necessity, our bedtime fucking has become much quieter. At first, a gentle hand over Emma’s mouth was needed to remind her that we were not alone in the house. Now she no longer urges me to “Shag it! Shag it!” in anything louder than a whisper, and I can almost rely on her not to announce her imminent orgasm to the world. It’s a reminder of how things used to be. Before we were married, our love-making was mostly confined to my mother’s front room - that holy of holies kept spick and span for visitors. It would have been inconceivable to the old girl that we would dare to desecrate the place. Like fucking in church. After we were married, we lived with Emma’s mother, who chose to believe ...

 (Source image: "Into Tub" by Kathy Slamen)
Your challenge for this Friday, 9-10-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 60-88 words. Here's a phrase for you to use in your submission:
"...the candles' glow was like..."
As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.
The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link ...

Well my first 'week' of work is now over and it doesn't seem too bad. Mike has come up to visit me for the weekend. The plan is that I'll alternate between seeing Mike and Jen and they we'll also alternate between them coming here and me visiting them. Jen will be visiting me next week (she isn't back at Uni yet) - I thought I should have the first few days up here alone to get things sorted and she took the opportunity to visit home once again.
This is from back at the start of August (I know it must be rather confusing with my posts from so long ago now and my commentary about what I'm currently up to - but it does all make sense - honest!)
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Jen and I have made it home (my home that is). We had an interesting train journey, but ...

This is a heads-up to you loyal and fun-loving readers that posts to the blog may become a little infrequent for a while.
Time for us here at Rogue Enterprises International to get our sorry ass a new computer. That could take a little bit of time. More posts are forthcoming, but it could be a bit before things are back up to speed. Stay tuned.

It  didn’t take my real estate friend long to come back to consciousness. “What next?” I pointed down at my cock and she immediately went to work, sucking and nipping at my cock and balls. I was semi-hard to begin with so it didn’t take much time for her to get me rock hard. While she was sucking me, I grabbed the flogger and started to work her ass again. She moved so I had better access to her ass and pussy with the flogger. She moaned and growled around my dick as I flogged her ass. Every so often, I’d aim a bit lower and get her cunt. The results? Every time the flogger hit her pussy lips, she’d deep throat me. All too soon, I had to have her stop. I was close to coming and wanted to give her something to ...

I really had the desire for her to climb on top of me and fuck me. Just a quickie cowgirl.
She sucked me really good beforehand, which wasn't in the plan, but man did I enjoy playing with her big titties and ass while she rode me. I came into the condom while deep in her cunt. Her little yellow vibe finished her end.

Yes, this has been a summer to remember. My computer has been acting up and its been painful to try and post since its running sooooo slow. But I can say...I have been extremely busy these past few weeks.
Mr. Electrician and I have really clicked. It's a weird connection and quite frankly his next month is so packed I will probably not see him. But he's slept over three times and I slept at his house as well. The sex is really good. And of course I will share the evenings....so worth the post. Doing it in front of his fireplace.....doing it in my gazebo outside. Oh it has been an unbelievable few weeks. We're going to a lecture together later this month. We're friends with fringe benefits. He's smart, he's fun, we grab dinner ...

I have thought about whether or not I should post this topic here quite a bit. What the hell - I can always delete it (famous last words by anybody who has ever regretted posting something on the internet).
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About a month ago, I went from drinking several beers (okay, more than several) every day to absolute zero, notta, none. There wasn't some traumatic event that occurred - a fight, an accident, or a sudden meeting with Jesus, but instead, a simple raised eyebrow from my doctor when I seemed evasive about the quantity and periodicity of my "few" beers. There was no big discussion per se, but more of a look of concern. And for me, that was all it took.
I don't doubt when people say that alcoholism is a disease, but ...

1. I seem to have a nerve bundle along the left side of my outer labia that feels as good or better when touched as clitoral stimulation. I didn’t figure out how to touch myself with my hands until about three years ago. I’m 38. My husband refers to it as my true North having been dragged about a half inch to the left. I love that description and how funny and caring it is. Now when I want him to touch or lick me there, I call it true North.
2. I first masturbated at seven by rocking back and forth on the bench of my family piano when I should have been practicing. The bench had a poorly attached leg and would move when I played. That’s the first hint I had that something felt good between my legs, when it moved beneath me. This ...

Nikki took a while getting cleaned up before we left for dinner. She had the bathroom door open while she was finishing her hair and makeup and, since we were having a conversation, I stood leaning against the doorjamb. I had a great view. I could see her face and hair in the mirror and see her ass and hair from behind. I wasn’t exactly falling for Nikki but I damn sure liked the way she looked—pretty face, beautiful hair, and a little bit more backside than you might at first expect. And, her passion was undeniably attractive. No doubt about that. I couldn't figure out how any guy married to a woman with that much sexual energy could keep his hands off her for days let alone months or years.
She finished brushing her hair, turned and said, ...

I have been hard at work, my fellow Deviants, going back and tagging all my posts for your reading pleasure. It has been interesting to go back and see where this journey has led me the past three years.
I have gone from a married and miserable wife who is secretly a closeted whore who fucks men on the side to leaving my husband for one of those very men, Daddy, and starting a life with him.
Has it all been worth it? Have all the tears, upheaval and destruction of my family unit been worth it? Somedays I wonder. My relationship with Daddy is volatile, at best. We argue a lot. It is very sad that I left one relationship, where I was alone and emotionally abandoned, to this one where the arguing is frequent and nasty.
It is so ...

Sometimes there's a disconnect between the nerves in my cock and my ass. No matter how aroused I am, no matter how much lube or whether it's fingers or tongue - when my ass gets stimulated my cock softens up. The same happens if I get lucky enough to have my toes sucked - if I relax into it, enjoying the spread-out tingling that it sends up my spine, it's as if my cock decides to take some time off and let other erogenous zones do all the work for a moment.
Of course, this erotic sign is easy to misread. Some of my partners have been disappointed, fingering my soft cock like they’ve done something wrong: “Would you like me to stop?” one experienced kinkstress asked after delicately inserting a buttplug. It was intensely pleasurable - a ...

Many of my readers on several different occasions have asked me to write more about the ins and outs of my open relationship with my boyfriend, Adam. Tonight I feel inspired to do just that. This will the first of a few posts in a series I’m going to call Adventures in Open Relationship Land.
My boyfriend and I have decided to be in an open relationship on approximately five different occasions. Every time, we have gone a bit deeper into ACTUALLY enacting an open relationship. It was only two times ago that we finally put on paper some of the guidelines by which we’d like to conduct our open relationship. For me, this was so vital. Not in determining exactly how our open relationship will go—you never really know how it’s ...

This second post is about the myriad of products that Durex have sent me over the last few months. Deluxe First up is from the new range of ‘Feeling’ condoms from Durex, called Deluxe.  They are described as ‘the Diamond standard in thinness’, which is meant to offer you and your partner extra added closeness and new sensations. When Occam first opened the packet, we were both initially impressed by the superior packaging, and intrigued by the ‘micro fine’ condoms within.  We hoped these would be as mind blowing as Durex suggested.  Unfortunately, as soon Occam entered me I wasn’t immediately impressed: the condom felt very un-lubricated, which produced a slightly ‘wooden’ feeling.  Worried ...

She was beautiful, funny, sexy and adventurous. I flirted with her, teased her, watched her and laughed with her. We were easy together, and she was tactile – touching me and wanting to be touched at all times, sometimes openly, sometimes needing just a gentle acknowledgment in the lingering trailing finger. When I woke up this morning, I remembered her. I thought I recognised her, and tried to place her. I smiled at the thought of falling in love with her and the delicious feel and sight of her body. And then, the melancholy thought seeped into my consciousness that this had been a dream. Vivid, crystal clear and seemingly memories over many months, I realised it was just my unconscious mind creating the illusion of reality as I slumbered. ...

getting sucked, fucked, licked, kissed, teased, pumped, twisted, turned, bent over and heels over head ... and what a few months it has been.
The young'un is insatiable, both for me and what I teach him. I'm using the Dan Savage campsite rule "leave it better than you found it" and as such, I think the next woman in his life will probably name her first child (male or female) Scorpio. ;)
I've been keeping up some with various blogs I have on here ... as for Fooled Around and Fell In Love ... man, I must admit to being teary-eyed over your trials and tribulations of late. I look forward to reading the rest of the story (as do, I'm sure, the rest of your readers). Linda Sue is a little stressed out of late, which I can relate to ...

Last time I complained I came too fast.
In retrospect, maybe that wasn't the best idea.
Now, writhing in pre-orgasmic tension, I'm hissing at him through my teeth.
He takes my ankles in his hands and leans back down, flicking his tongue quickly over my swollen flesh.
In between suckling on tender lips and savoring my trigger-ready clit, he brings my earlier comments up for debate.
I don't care. I just want to cum.
He's waiting for me to beg but he knows better.
Pulling myself up and grabbing at him, he dodges like a prize fighter and laughs.
I'm not as amused as I look at his hard cock, poised perfectly between my open legs.
"Fuck me" I scream at him as I catch a chunk of his hair.
That's not ...

Although it seems unlikely, at this point, that I will ever have children, if I do manage to procreate, someone must buy me this.

Dear Isabella,
I'm 43 and I live with my long time girlfriend. She's 36. She's a nurse and works crazy hours and I am often home alone at the times I most want sex. We live in a gated apartment community near L.A. and the view from our apartment is one of the hot tubs. I was sitting on the balcony one night around 3 am and one of the young hotties climbed in and started to masturbate. I am sure she didn't know I could see her, but I could. I got turned on quickly and started to jerk off. We both came at the same time and I couldn't help letting out a groan at the time. She looked up and looked really freaked out, climbed out and went home.
I thought I'd get a knock at the door from the perv police but if you can believe it, she came back ...

I wanted to thank everyone who joined me for my journey. If I named everyone, it would be too long of a list and lets be honest, I might forget someone that was just as important as the rest of the people listed.
So, this is to everyone who stopped by, THANK YOU!
I will be around from time to time on others blogs, and will continue to work with Lili on our project if you get lonely for your Confessor, stop by and visit me there.
And there will be a surprise for everyone in the future...