Sexy Numbers
December 30th, 2009
Forty posts and four hundred tags. I like those numbers, nice and round. I couldn’t think of anything to post earlier today because I didn’t want to change those numbers. They looked nice and comforting to me. It’s the end of the year, and I’ve only been posting for about seven months, so those numbers look nice and solid.
But what’ve I been posting about?
Looking at tags, my stats tell me I have 11 posts on Rope and Control, 10 on Love, Pain and Suspension, 9 on Bondage and 8 on Sex.
That’s a pretty good summation of things, I’d say, with another 393 tags to give life variety and make it interesting.
I’ve had 21 Reflections, 13 Rambles, 7 pieces of Fiction and only 2 Rants garnering 13 comments have come from readers, thank you very much for those.
My top five(six, because 5th place is a tie) most popular posts are: All orgasms are not created equal (61 views), Foreplay (58 views), Abandoned (57 views), 20 Hard Limits (43 views), Fear (42 views) and Just For Him (42 views). My bottom five(again, six because fifth is a tie) least viewed posts are: Labels (1), A Closed Door (3), Flying Again (3), Processing Intense Sensations (3), Power Dynamics (4) and Welcome (4).
My biggest day was November 3rd, with 41 page views. Which helped make November my busiest month, coming in at 283 views.
Have I mentioned yet that I like numbers? They’re just so delicious. And when I press the publish button, most of these numbers will go up again.
So it has been a good year for me and I look forward to 2010 to have even more fun and connect with more people and discover new things. I hope you stick around for the ride, I’d love to hear from you.
Foreplay
June 24th, 2009
The movie was putting her to sleep. She glanced at him, catching him mid-yawn. He grinned at her and she leaned over to kiss him. He slipped his hand into her hair, pulling her tightly against his mouth. She murmured softly into the kiss, one hand resting against his chest. The kiss broke and they looked at each other.
“In the back,” he ordered, his grip on her hair tightening.
“Yes, Sir,” she scrambled to obey, climbing between the bucket seats as he followed.
He forced her down to the floor of the empty van, and found her mouth again. He kissed her, catching her lip in his teeth, while his hand roamed over her body. He squeezed her breasts until she moaned and then found the nipples, pinching them with strong fingertips. She squirmed beneath him and he pinched harder, muffling her cries with kisses.
Pushing up, he began to undress her, pulling her shirt and bra off and then pouncing on her breasts again. This time with his mouth, sucking and biting while she struggled to stifle her moans, running her hands through his hair. His hands worked her pants while he tortured her nipples, unbuttoned and unzipped and then yanked them down.
Leaving her breasts, he stripped away the last of her clothing, leaving her throbbing and naked on the floor. He ran his hands over her legs, up her thighs and to her breasts. Growling, he squeezed harshly as his mouth descended on her pussy. She yelped in surprise and groaned as his tongue flitted out to taste her. She grabbed his hair again as he began sucking and licking her. His fingers pinched her nipples as his teeth nipped at her clit. She screamed with pleasure, forgetting the cars parked all around them as she came hard against his mouth.
He took it all in, pinching harder and sucking fiercely, pushing her higher and higher. Forcing her to keep going as she whimpered and thrashed beneath him. Her back arched and her breath came in gasps, and he pulled away.
“Good girl,” he said, undoing his pants, “very good girl.”
He slipped out of his jeans and boxers, his erection standing tall. Breathing raggedly, she smiled up at him, and he climbed back on top of her. He grabbed her legs, spreading and lifting them and she wrapped them around his waist. He leaned down to kiss her as he slid into her dripping pussy.
“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” she gasped as he began to fuck her.