Sexy Calories (Sexlories?)

Sex Calories – Results of Dr. Wieder’s Calories Burned by Sex Study

And I always wondered how many calories the Caribbean Pirate pose burned. :)

Thoughts

From: Dragon Writing Prompts

 Every night before bed or first thing in the morning, I make to-do lists. I rarely, if ever complete everything on these lists, and yes, I admit, it gets demoralizing. My significant other reminds me that what I don't do today will wait until tomorrow. So no ground-breaking thoughts, other than while I'm writing porn, the baby is still in the same onesie he wore yesterday.

And that's ok.

Peace.

Recommended Reads

There's a lot of hot erotica out this summer. (Have to confess, I only just made it through Fifty Shades, but these are actually good, I promise.) Some reads I've really enjoyed so far are:

• Twice the Pleasure edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
• Voracious edited by Violet Blue
• Best Sex Writing 2013 edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
• Girls Girls Girls by Lynn Lake, Jaye Raymee, Sadie Spiller

Looking very forward to reading:

• Duty and Desire 
• Fairy Tale Lust, both edited by Kristina Wright

If you have suggestions for erotica, please leave me a comment. :)

Keep smiling, it makes them wonder what you’re up to. 

Rosa Erotica

Booty Called

She hooks her arms over my thighs and jerks me toward her. I’m spread before her, legs splayed, cunt pulsing with need. She runs her tongue up the center of my cunt, hard, demanding, and comes to rest on my clit, which she teases, making me writhe.

Tell me you love me, tell me you want me, that voice in my head begs. I shove it away. She won’t say that and I won’t beg.

She flips me over and finger fucks me from behind, hitting the spot she knows will make me come. And I do. I come hard and fast, soaking her up to the wrist in my desire. She sits back on her heels, smirking and satisfied, but moves to hover over me, presenting her sweet pussy to me, so I might pleasure her, while she reaches back to make me clench and sigh again.

It’s always like this. She calls me on her terms, always hers, usually late at night when she hasn’t found a satisfactory partner. She’s no good for me, I know that. But regardless, I still pick up the phone, still answer the door, still yield to the teasing pleasure of her mouth. She never asks me how my day was, or how exams are going. Once she picked up a textbook, thumbed through it, and asked, “So, what, are you going to be some kind of doctor or something?” I nodded. “Psychology. Positive psychology.”

“Okay, then, doctor, tell me this,” she paced toward me like a strip tease, confident and sensuous, removing her shirt in a way I never could, but on her was crazy-sexy. “How positive are you that I can make you come harder than you ever have in your life?”

I saw her once, in the stacks at school. She was flirting with a bombshell blonde, the type in pink sweaters who’d been a high school cheerleader. I knew for a fact that this girl was seriously smart too. They were holding hands in their study group, smooching. And when the group tired of their antics, she lead the cheerleader into the stacks and from the familiar sounds I could picture all too well where her hands were, her lips, and I crossed my legs and ground my teeth in agony. When she called me that night, of course I answered the phone, of course I answered the door, but when she entered and pressed me against the wall, I didn’t respond.

“What’s going on with you tonight?” she said.

“Who’s the blonde?”

She gazed at me through wide eyes.

“I saw you today.”

She stroked my hair, then moved away to drink out of my wine glass. She wasn’t looking at me. “You don’t think she means anything to me, do you?”

And the unspoken question that hung in the air: Do I?

But I already knew the answer to that one.

And she still made me come harder than I ever had in my life.

From: wikicommons

Free Erotica Tuesday

Witch Walking

By Axa Lee

She doesn’t say anything, just pulls off her shirt and straddles me. It’s too hot to sleep, too humid to cuddle, our flesh sticks together, swollen, and makes a sucking, ripping sound whenever we shift positions. But she’s apparently adapted a “can’t beat ‘em, beat off” attitude, stroking my cock and tucking me inside her.

Fucking her, in this heat, is like fucking fire. She burns, she melts, she explodes. She rips her orgasm from me, taking all of me into her, grinding her hips down on me, clamping her pussy down on my cock until she pounds the orgasm from herself, from me, and I spurt into her, mirroring her own cries to gods.

The a/c unit kicks out bursts of cooler air at us, enough to tease our hot, turgid flesh. I reach down to stroke her clit, making her writhe. If she’s fire, then I’m water, patient and overwhelming. I don’t seek to conquer; I seek to make her yield. And she does, again and again. I’m hers and she’s mine, and while she might like to pretend otherwise, her orgasms belong to me.

And overnight, outside our window, the roses bloomed orange and white, like hard-edged dreamsicles.

From: WikiCommons

Romance

I'm no good at writing happy endings. I mean I really have to try. I'm a romantic at heart (much repressed), but usually the stifling of romantic gestures is what I think of when writing. How the connection between people becomes stilted or misinterpreted or rejected.

Since our daughter died this year, my partner and I have adopted butterflies, namely pink butterflies, as her sign. Kind of like a totem. Because butterflies are happiness and we want to think of her and remember happiness, not grief. My partner, unlike me, is not a repressed romantic and presented me with this card just because, thanking me for sharing joy with him. It makes me smile every time I look at it, so when I was thinking of a topic for today, romantic gestures came to mind. I'm not that creative when it comes to romantic gestures, but here's a link that is.

25 Sweet Romantic Gestures for Everyday

Or just give her a card for no reason that let's her know you appreciate the small things. It means a lot.

Have a great weekend everybody!

The Kama Sutra Project

Kama Sutra A-Z

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Why I Write (Erotica)

I think I’ve been writing sex scenes since I was twelve. Granted, they’ve gotten a bit better since then (I hope). I don’t admit to a lot of people that I write erotica. And when I do, it generally surprises them. As my boss’s son put it, “she’s too cute to write that stuff.” Instead, I say I write fiction or that I write about relationships, because it seems like a lot of people who don’t read erotica think it’s all about getting off.

Erotica is about sooooooooooo much more than that.

My son is nine months old as of this writing and my significant other and I talk a lot about how we want to deal with various issues as they arise, such as discipline, diet and exercise, etc. This includes sex. During one of these casual conversations, he mentioned that when our boy starts asking about sex that we should tell him that it’s about a very close connection to another human being and should be respected as such.

Revelation: me.

I’d never thought about it quite that way, but that’s why I love reading and writing erotica. It’s all about connection and feeling connected, or not. That’s what sex is. And that relationship, that connection, in all its forms, functions, reasons, motivations, manifestations, and feelings fascinates me.

Too bad it took me until my late twenties to realize that sex is about connection, but that’s a whole personal life issue. :)

I still probably won’t tell many people that I write erotica. But I will probably change that awkward “Oh, ummmmm I write… er, about relationships,” to “I write fiction about relationships and human connection. Usually with a cowboy hat and a saddle involved.” (Unfortunately, I’m so vanilla the saddle really is for the horse.)

So happy reading, happy writing, and remember, keep smiling—it makes people wonder what you've been up to. ~Author Unknown~

From: Dreamstime

Tomi Ungerer

From Kids' Books to Erotica

Got to appreciate this guy's sense of humor. Read all the way to the end.

From: http://www.tomiungerer.com/work/

Coffitivity

Coffitivity provides a low-volume background noise of a coffee shop... right in your office! The claim is that the volume level of a coffee shop is the perfect mix to promote creativity. I've done quite a bit of writing to it in the mornings and while I don't know if I was more or less productive, I liked the noise and got into a nice flow. Best of all, its free.

Coffitivity

Enough noise to work.

Publishing News

I've been wanting to get back into the habit of posting here, just keep procrastinating, wondering what contribution I make to the genre of erotica, etc. But here's a place to start: being included in the anthology Shameless Behavior, released by Go Deeper Press. Look for it as an ebook in August. Here's a sneak peek at the cover. Check back soon and new content, more updates, I promise.

Cheers!
--Axa--

Find more titles at http://godeeperpress.com/