High heels are sexy. But sometimes simpler shoes can have a more compelling effect. The blonde, un-styled hair, thigh-length trench coat, charcoal pencil skirt and black tights covering a perfectly shaped set of pins looked good enough. But there was something about the tiny, almost invisible plimsoles which kept me transfixed on her as we walked up the street, on opposite pavements. Perhaps it was because it gave a hint of how she’d look when she slipped off her heels, and walked towards me shoeless, preparing to disrobe. And then she disappeared through a set of rotating doors, and I turned down a side street and headed into the office.
Filed under: Obervations

1) My first sexual feeling for a person happened when I was five. My neighbor, who was six, was braiding my hair. My pussy started to tingle and it really confused me.
2) In preschool this girl put her finger in my vagina and I had no idea what she was doing and I didn't want her to do it.
3) I started masturbating when I was seven, but I didn't know the name for it, or that other people did it.
4) My earliest masturbation fantasies were about getting raped. I was thinking about getting raped. I was seven. I didn't even know the word for rape.
5) Because I started having sexual feelings so young, started masturbating so young and had disturbing fantasies, I think something happened to me that I can't remember.
6) When I was ...

Here is another slideshow from the archives. I can’t recall how old we were when the original black and white photographs were taken. Emma guesses she would have been in her early twenties. In hindsight, I wish I had taken more sequences like this, but I wasn’t to know how effective they could be thanks to later technology. Aren’t you youngsters lucky?

Now I have a permanent lust-object in my grasp who seems to be kinky, or as willing to be as kinky, as me I decided to let him (who needs a name by the way) have a peek inside my sex drawer.  He was impressed.  He was also incredibly shocked by the amount of lube I had amassed – mainly due to Durex giving me freebies.  He enquired as to how one person could need so much lube, and I merely said it was due being very lucky in getting free samples. So here’s our varied review: Tingle We didn’t exactly waste any time in trying out two of the samples.  Let me paint you a picture: myself, kneeling on the floor, bent over the edge of the bed.  Him kneeling behind me pouring lube onto my naked behind.  He rubbed the lube all over my ...

When I unwound the bondage tape from around her eyes, I thought for a second she might have been crying. The mascara had smudged under the improvised waterproof blindfold.
Jessica blinked until she could see properly, then looked down at her chest. The white cum dripping down her cleavage was going to leave a stain on her black corset.
She looked at my cock just in front of her face. I stroked myself for her.
"Damn. I was hoping you'd come in my pussy."
"Yeah," I said, still stroking. "That was pretty selfish of me."

I didn’t quite get the thesis draft done, but I’ve had enough for now so handed it in and I’m off to see Jen. I know she will still have work to do (but she’s only a little undergrad so it’s not *that* much work!) and I’m really looking forwards to my extended visit and getting to share my recently enhanced libido with her. I’m currently on the train and have a large bag with me with all the things I think (hope) we’re going to use (outfits, toys, gel...). I’m sitting here in a short skirt (no panties obviously) and long socks on (black for a change). I didn’t let Mike make me cum this morning (but he did eat me until I was very close and then when I’d calmed down, fuck me until I was very close and then he came over me (so ...

Q: What is Christianity? A: It is the belief that a two-thousand-year-old Jewish zombie can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him that you accept him as your master. So he can then remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced, by a talking snake, to eat an apple off a magical tree in a wonderland.
Filed under: Humor

As I crawled into bed, she was already there watching the news. I was ready for the quick kiss goodnight and surely just minutes away from falling asleep to the sound of a lame late night monologue. She casually mentioned that our friend had traded naughty text messages earlier in the afternoon.
At first, I smiled but pretended to show little interest. But she wouldn't give up. She provided more details of their exchange, saying he described it as a 2:30-dirty - I guess a break in the afternoon to think horny thoughts.
She described how his wife has health issues that doesn't allow him to do some of the freaky things he enjoys and that how he would love to visit - soon.
That was about all it took; my underwear were off and she ...

I am finding it hard to stay away from my blog these days.
I want to fill it up.
When I am feeling sexually inspired, I feel creatively inspired. At least lately. It wasn't always that way. When I first started getting laid on the regular, I sort of gave up writing altogether. And I lost a few pounds. Sex was sort of fulfilling both my desire to create and my desire to fill up my body.
(Cock is filling. It's like grape nuts. Or kale.)
Along with feeling creative, I am also feeling calmer. And all the things that were stressing me out before, while they still exist and many of them are still out of my control, well, they're not as unmanageable anymore. I know this has something to do with getting back ...

It was my birthday this weekend. 45....time is just flying by. I am a big baby with my birthday. I feel it is important that people who are important to you to wish you a happy birthday and then there are the special people who you are spending time with on your birthday. I decided to spend it with people who are a sure thing. I like to be happy on my birthday so I always make plans with reliable, caring and people I enjoy. This birthday entailed my kids, Mr. Porshe and my eight girlfriends. Sounds like a shoe in for a great day right? Not in my life.
Mr. Porsche was my lunch date. Originally we were shooting for 1:00 but he had a lunch meeting. So we pushed it to 2:30. It had to be a no sex lunch (of course it was that time of month ...

Your challenge for this Friday, 3-12-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of exactly 200 words. As usual, nobody's checking word counts, 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.
As always, if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me [insatiabear (AT) gmail (DOT) com] or leave a comment here. If you don't let me know you're playing, you might get left off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that. :)
Here's a button for you if you want to play. Use it to link back to this page, for now. I'm working on a placeholder page on my site which will be a general "about" for FFF, but ...

over at http://www.52-weeks-a-year.blogspot.com
Its the post I promised where Lili...aka Fierybitch...gets punished for missing her deadline.

Hey, long time no see ;)
I apologize that this post is all screwed up, but I wrote it on my Iphone and it looked okay there, but when I transfered it to Blogger and posted, I noticed that it looked craptacular. Apologies!!
So, there is no way that I could be expected to write when such fabulousness on the tv. I am not ashamed to say it. I was engulfed by the Olympics these last few weeks.   For 17 days, I was glued to the tv. It was awesome and now that it is all over, however, I am feeling some post Olympics depression. I call it POD, for short :P 
So, what is new in my life since I last wrote?

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Finally I got some penetration! This pregnancy thing is going to be the death of me (sexually, anyway.) I really do feel badly for her so I've really tried to be patient. I think I've been good about it.
Still, it was nice after an aggressive blowjob for her to climb on of me and lower her wet pussy down onto my throbbing cock. It was better than nice. It was GREAT. I pumped what I would assume to be a sizable load deep inside her. That was GREAT too!
Her little yellow vibe and my titty teasing helped finish her off.

Recently my slave received an email from a reader who inquired about me "B" and how the hell did I become such a bastard to dominate my slut......I must be getting carried away but I do apologize since its been two days since I last fucked her.
"Hi. I am a new reader to your blog and I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your writings. i am in a very similar situation, to a point. I was married when I met the man I am involved with now. I have since moved out and filed for divorce.....he has not. I love to be dominated - i crave it, i need it, i love it. He has a dominant personality, but has never been in a Ds relationship so he is learning. I am so thankful that i found a man that will help me fulfill my desires. I am ...

They crawl wordlessly toward each other. The winter sun beams the late afternoon in through the blinds and they each seek the glow in the center of the bed.
As she slides in toward him, he turns and slips his arm around her thigh. Smiling, she mimics his movement and bends over, nuzzling his hard cock against her cheek.
It is the scent that drives them, claiming them to one another. She buries her nose against his lower belly and breathes deeply; the heady musk makes her involuntarily moan.
He lifts his mouth from her hip and gently rolls her onto her back, spreading her velvet thighs as he does.
"Good girl, baby..." he whispers to her and the words move electrically from her ears to her clit, where they pool and pulse.
He ...

Film was a lot more monetarily precious than a digital image is today so it was very important that my model was ready before I fired the first frame. Cheap red wine helped. A great deal. After she had a glass she reapplied her lipstick and we started making pictures.
For the first third or so Mona was in bra, panties, and boots-- all black. Through the next third she lost the bra and then the panties. Thinking that I might actually be able to use some of these shots for a future photography class I took about ten of her nude. They were sufficiently arty. And then I was out of black and white film. Which meant we were in an over-bright bedroom with me in my clothes and Mona naked-- there was only one thing to do.
I kept my clothes ...

Ah, my readers and their comments make me laugh. Yes, dear reader, there is snow on that roof and most definitely heat in the fireplace.
Steve has been a definite addition to my life -- and my bed.After our first night together and the many orgasms I had, I knew that this was something incredible in the making. Most times, the first time -- I don't cum. It takes some talent to get me to cum and it isn't for the untalented. I suppose I've learned the fine art of getting myself off so well that I know exactly how practiced I had to be to get *myself* off, let alone just someone trying.I won't say that this is love, no no, far from that. I'd say a whole lot closer to lust on a high scale. Since I last posted, we've been fucking about five ...

A few days ago, a friend and I started discussing our feelings about a hypothetical party that would be defined as “D/s Space.” While the idea of a few hours set apart in time where people could feel free to express theirr submission and dominance under an umbrella of formal protocol initially sounded quite appealing, the more I thought about it the less enthusiastic I got. For me, submission is fundamentally a personal experience. I am, by orientation, a submissive female, but I am not submissive to the world. I choose to submit, when I do, to those people who do not see my submission as diminishing me. I am not less than anyone, because I am submissive. I am not weaker, less intelligent, or someone who can be pushed around. I am a ...

Dear Isabella,
I have been with the same woman since high school and we are now in our early 30s. We stopped having sex a few years ago and I've been ok with it (well, as much as I can be; I love her and am willing to masturbate daily if need be) but last week she told me she's getting bored and wants an open marriage and wants to see other men and have sex with them. She says I can do the same and it would be ok. I don't really have time to go out looking for other women because I work for my family's business round the clock to pay for our rather expensive lifestyle, but she has so many hobbies and free time that she's already met men she wants to do this with. I've read about open marriages and some people really seem to like them. What is ...