erotica

  • Diary of a Sex Therapist, Binita 2

    I wasn’t sure if I would see her again even though we had a scheduled appointment.  She arrived about 5 minutes late and I was quickly convinced that this shy woman from India would stand me up.   I had made it clear that I was expecting her to get naked in front of me, something that I know she would find very difficult to do.

    “Hi Binita.  I’m glad to see you came today.  I had my doubts.”

    “I did too Doctor.  I almost didn’t come.”

    “Did you think a lot about what would be required of you if you came today?”

    “Yes I did.”

    “Did the thought excite you?”

    “It scared me.”

    “Well we will try to make this as comfortable for you as we can.  Afterall, that is the whole purpose of our meetings – to make you comfortable with your naked body and with sex.  So come close to me and stand right here.”  I reached under her skirt and she tried to pull away.  “Stay still.  I want to test a theory.”  With both hands I reached under her skirt which the pleats allowed me to do easily.  Under her skirt she wore nylon pantyhose and rather large white cotton panties.

    With some effort I managed to get her panties and hose pulled down exposing her rather hairy black bush.  Her hands were touching my wrists apparently so that she could pull my hands away from her is she needed to.  I asked her to open her legs as much as she could with her panties and hose half way down her thigh.  Then I stuck my fingers in between her legs.  Her hand gripped my wrist hard trying to remove it.  But I held my ground, assuring her that it would be alright.  I found her crevice and stuck my finger into the opening of her vagina.  As I suspected, she was sopping wet.  I gathered some of her moisture onto my finger and pulled out.  She stopped her squirming.

    “See this here, Binita.  This is proof that you are excited about our session.  That you did get excited about thinking about it.  Does the state of being excited scare you?  Can you distinguish between the two emotions?”

    She stuttered a bit.  “I’m not sure.”

    “Okay well I want you to feel safe in her with me.  Come.”  I led her into the room with a bed.  I closed and locked the door.   “There is just the two of us.  Now I want you to get undressed and get completely naked for me.”  I turned down the dimmer light to soften the mood and sat in the one chair in the room.  She began by removing the panties and hose which were half way down her thighs still.  Then her blouse, her slip and reluctantly her bra.  She tried to turn her back to me but I admonished her.  Her brown breasts were topped with large rosy aureoles and her brown nipples where large and protruding.  They looked like they were begging to be suckled.  Many bumps were visible around the edges.  I was looking forward to licking them.

    “That’s very good Binita.  Very good.  I’m proud of you.  Now, move your hands away from your pussy and put them by your side.  Very good.  Now slowly turn around.  Excellent.  You have a very beautiful body.  Now come closer to me.”  She took a step forward and I encouraged her to come closer.  As soon as she was within reach I put my hands around her hips and slowly slid them down her backside.  She was trembling slightly.

    “You should try to become more comfortable with your naked body.  When you are home alone, wear very little or no clothes.  Try wearing just a slip, for example.  No bra or panties.  Try dancing to some music naked.  You need to appreciate how your naked body can affect men.  Here can you see the bulge I have here.”  I took a moment to adjust the thick bulge in my pants while she watched me.

    Have you ever considered trimming your hair here?”   I ran my fingers through her coarse black public hair.  I deliberately moved my finger tips along the edges of her vulva and across the flesh of her hooded clit.  I heard her moan a muffled “No.”  “You should think about it.  Open your legs a bit.”  She did as she was told.

    “Good girl.”  I reached my hand between her legs.  Reached under to touch the bottom of her bum and slid my fingers forward into the folds and cracks of her flesh.  Her trembling became more noticeable and her breathing was loud and labored.  I could feel the juices pouring out of her.  I ran my finger along the edge of her slit.  After a few moments of doing this I was afraid she was going to fall down.  I got up from the chair and set her into it.  Standing in front of her, my pants at eye level, I asked her to remove my pants.  She hesitated but I insisted and she did.  My cock sprang out of my boxers through the slit, pointing at her forehead.

    “Have you ever touched a man’s penis?”

    “Yes a couple of times.”

    “Touch mine.”  She reached up for it with her right hand and leaned to the left as though it would hit her in the face.  She touched it tentatively with her fingertips.  She squeezed it with her thumb and forefinger as if it was a toe.

    “Don’t be so delicate.  Grab it with your whole hand.  Pull it as hard as you can.”  Her hand slipped off the end.  I nodded and she continued again.  She obviously had no idea what to do so I showed her the more sensitive parts of my cock, how to stroke it and explained to her about the uncomfortable flesh against raw flesh friction.  I managed to remove my boxers while I was demonstrating various parts of my anatomy.  I hinted that she should moisten my cock with her mouth but she was really shocked at the idea and I let it go.

    There was some lotion in the side table and I settled for that.  I had her apply some to my cock and told her to rub me.  She got better under my verbal instructions but she wasn’t going to get me off.  I was excited and would have loved to have gotten off.  I let her play for a while.  She entered another world, eyes focus on my erect cock.  Her hands stroked it, amazed by its movement.  She was fascinated by the way my cock bobbed and reacted to her touch.  She let go and watched it much to my consternation.   I wanted her to continue the rhythm of her stroking but she kept breaking off to watch it struggle, pop and beg for attention.

    It was an excruciating torture.  I loved the excitement.  I loved being on the edge but it was frustrating at the same time.  I suggested some cuddling.  The two of us naked on the bed.  It helped to bring me from the brink and calm myself some but her soft brown skin was exciting still.  I cupped her breasts from behind and my fingers found her bumpy nipples.  I enjoyed the smell of her skin as my lips found the back of her neck.

    When the session ended we both dressed and she left.  I immediately returned to the bedroom, threw off my pants and jerked myself off with the thoughts of her nakedness, her resistance, her shyness.  Together we would explore her sexuality and awaken her desires.

  • Sex Therapist, Binita 1

    Her name was Binita and she was from India.  More specifically, her parents were from India and she was born there, but she moved to this country when she was under two.  Her problem as she described it was a bad feeling about her body and about sex in general.  At 24 she was still a virgin and, in fact, had never had a serious relationship with a man or boy.

    “So Binita, would you consider yourself a shy person?”

    “I would say I’m on the shy side although mostly in social situations with men.  I do fine at my job or when I was in school but if I am alone with a man I tense up and become overwhelmed with the feeling that at some point, that man will want to touch me or see my body.”  In truth she didn’t have a bad looking body although she dressed in baggy clothes that didn’t complement her body.  Her skin was magnificent; blemish free and chocolate brown.

    “Whenever I’m in an intimate situation with a man I become overwhelmed with this thought of what will happen if he wants to become more intimate.  Once I actually jumped when a man put his arm around me and I wasn’t expecting it.”

    “And how did he respond when you did that?”

    “Well, he took his arm away and even though I apologized there was no touching for the rest of the date and he never called me again after that date.”  She showed no sign of any accent.  Perhaps a bit of residual tone – slightly higher than a second generation American – but her words were pronounced impeccably.

    “How far have you actually gone with a man?  Have you kissed a man?  Made out with a man?  Let him touch your body?  What about girlfriends?”

    “I’ve kissed men – sometimes for a sustained period – but never let them touch my body.  There have been a few times when I would have let them touch my body but they didn’t take advantage of my willingness.”

    Well, I’m sure that had to do with the signals you are giving off when you are with them.  Would you like to feel more comfortably around men, improve your confidence, and better understand the signals you give off?”

    “Yes, very much.”  I got up from my chair and walked around behind hers.  I put my hands on her shoulders and felt her neck tighten up as I did.

    “Try to relax.”  I began to massage her neck and shoulders lightly.  She continued to tense her muscles.  “I assume this is the way you always dress.   These clothes look two sizes too big.  And too many layers.  Aren’t you hot in all these clothes?  Why don’t you take off your sweater?”  She didn’t respond.  She seemed frozen.  Stiff, silent, in spite of my attempts to relax her neck muscles.

    “I’m going to take off your sweater.  Please try to relax.”  It was a pullover and I slowly lifted it from the bottom rolling it over her ample breasts and pulled first one arm. Then her head, then the final arm through the material.   Under the sweater she wore a flowered blouse made of some synthetic material looking like silk but considerably thicker.  I could see a white cotton slip under her blouse and there was undoubtedly a bra under that.  She wore a long woolen skirt that dipped below her knees.  Rather thick stockings or yoga pants were under that.

    “I have a bed in the adjoining room.  I’d like to go in there with you and just cuddle for a while.  Is that okay with you?”  She paused for a minute.

    “Yes. I guess that would be okay.”

    “Well, I would like for you to take off your blouse and your skirt before we do.  Correct me if I’m wrong but you would still be wearing pants and a fully covered top.”

    “Yes, but I can’t do that.  I would feel naked.”

    “Alright, let’s go lie down.”  I led her into the adjoining room and got into the bed before her.  I encouraged her to climb in and she was obviously shy, getting in tenuously.  I positioned her so that she was lying on her side facing away from me and I spooned her from behind.  My lower hand fit under her waist and my upper arm surrounded her upper torso.  My bicep crossed her breast and my hand held hers just above her other breast.  I gave her a one armed squeeze, pressing her breasts with my arm and hers.  I lowered my head against the back of her neck.

    “You understand that the purpose of this is to make you feel more comfortable with intimacy.”  She nodded but I could feel the tension in her whole body.  She had an interesting aroma.  Like no other woman I had ever been with.  Probably due to her diet.  I wanted to taste her skin.  I moved my lips against her neck.

    “In our next session I want you to take off your clothes before we cuddle.  I want you to learn to feel comfortable about your own body.  I want you to appreciate the beauty of your nudity.  You do have a beautiful body, you know.“  I gave her another squeeze and pressed my lips on her neck.

    “I don’t know if I can do that.”  My lips began to kiss her naked neck, tasting her sweet spicy brown skin.

    “You must.  If you want to get better.  If you prefer, I can bring in another man but you must learn to be naked in front of men.  You must learn about the power that your body wields over men.  You must achieve some comfort with your sexual side.

    “I’m just not sure.”

    “Today I will let you get away with it but not in the future.  Next time you will be required to get naked in front of me.  I will promise to keep your virginity intact – at least until we have talked about the possibility of taking it.  That, of course, won’t be necessary, but undressing and showing me your naked body will be required.  Think about that and plan for it.”  She remained quiet.

    After a time, I could feel her responding to our cuddling.  Her whole body was beginning to shake.  I cuddled her closer, kissing her neck, nuzzling her thick black hair.  Her aroma, her closeness, the shivering of her warm body, all intoxicating me.  I soothed her with my arms, pressing against her back, squeezing her.  We lay like that until the end of the session.  Got up, got dressed.

    “Will I see you next week, Binita?”

    “Yes.”

  • Diary of a Sex Therapist, Session 9

    I have been posting an erotic serial series, about a Sex Therapist on WordPress while Xanga was rebuilding.  This is the 9th installment.  To read them all (or pick out a specific client using tags) you can start here:  http://rushmorejudd.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/diary-of-a-sex-therapist-part-1/.

    Diary of a Sex Therapist, Part 9

    Michael and Brandi

    Michael arrived early which made Brandi smile.  He was enjoying these sessions and eager to be there.  She brought him in early to reward his enthusiasm.

    “How are you today, Michael?”

    “I-i-i’m g-g-good.”

    “Well today we are going to turn the tables a little.  Today you will begin to build your confidence in dealing with women.  I am going to teach you how to make love to a woman, so that you can become a great lover.  Does that sound like something you are interested in?”

    “Y-y-yes.”  I thought he was going to pop his load right there as I watched from the comfort of my office through the video feed.  Brandi was such a fox.  She could exude sexuality as easily as some could talk.  She was completely at ease with her own sexuality.

    “Maybe if you become more comfortable with your sexual ability, you’ll get rid of that stutter.  Come over here and take off my clothes.”  Michael obeyed, first looking a little stunned as to where to begin, he realized that the buttons on her blouse made the most sense.  The first one was easy but the next one right between her breasts gave him a hard time.  And his hardon was quite noticeable.  He eventually removed her blouse.  She refused to turn around and he had to reach back and fumble with her bra strap for a long time before she finally gave up and turned around.

    “See how this is constructed.  There are hooks and you have to pull one way moving the straps closer until the hooks free.”  He unhooked her bra using two hands.  “Hook it back together and try it again with one hand.”  He did this and she made him do it one more time but from the front this time.  As he leaned in close to her, reaching back for her bra she kissed him on the cheek.  He removed the bra sliding the shoulder straps down her arm.

    “Good.  The movement of your hands along my arms while you remove it is very sensual.”  She slipped out of her sandals while he began to work on the belt of her shorts, then her zipper.  “Don’t be afraid to touch me sensually while you are doing this.  You can touch me anywhere you want in whatever way you want.”  She could see him go weak in the knees.

    “For example, when you are removing someone’s pants sometimes it’s fun to put your hand down the front first.  Sometimes the zipper will just work its way free with your hand on the inside.”  It was too late for him to try this, of course, as he was pulling her shorts down over her slim smooth legs.  She only had her tiny panties on.

    “Now use a little sensual touch as you remove my panties, Michael.”  He got on his knees reached behind her placing his hands on the top edge of her panties and began to slowly peel then off her behind.  Making sure to run his fingertips along her rounded flesh, he followed her curves along her bottom to the tops of her thighs.  He pressed his face against her stomach and kissed her.  His hands moved around to the side of her thighs and pulled her panties down and off her legs.

    “That was very good Michael.  You have do have a natural talent.  Look at how my nipples have responded.”  She held her breasts displaying her nipples to him while enjoying a little squeeze.  “Now let’s see what you know about exciting a woman’s breasts.”

    Michael stood up and put his lips around one of her nipples.  He then started to bite it.

    “Ouch.  Not like that.  That’s too rough.  Some women like it rough like that but it’s a small minority.  Licking, sucking and kissing is good.  Biting and pinching have to be done gently and with extreme care.  She led him to the bed where she lay down.  “Let’s try that some more.”

    Michael kissed her nipple and sucked on it.

    “Yes that’s good.  Try a little squeezing with it.  Touch my other nipple.  Oh.  Too hard.  Graze it gently with your fingertip.  Run around the edge in a circle.  Nice.”  She let him go for a while, then showed him some squeezing techniques and let him try that.  “And don’t just focus on one nipple move back and forth a bit.  Very good.”   Michael was a fast learner.  Brandi was enjoying herself and his ministrations.

    “Okay.  Now for some advanced training on the other erogenous zones.  Are you ready?”

    “Yes!”

    “Have you ever seen a woman’s pussy up close?”

    “N-n-no.  Not since I was born.”  Brandi laughed at his joke.  Again she felt an overwhelming urge to hug this kid.  He was so very cute.

    “Well take a close look.”  She moved her hands down to her clean shaven pussy and pulled her outer lips apart.  Michael moved his face within a couple of feet.  Brandi enjoyed this part of her job.  She was an exhibitionist at heart and showing off to young boys was definitely one of the enjoyments of the job.  “There are two sets of lips inner and outer.  See.  Can you see where my opening is?”

    “Yes.”

    “Touch it.”  He put his finger on the outer edge of her vagina.  “Yes, that’s it.  Now push your finger in just a little.  Good.  Feel how tight that is with just one finger.  Now make a circle and press on the edge.  I like the way that feels.  It’s a good way to start.  Hmmm.”

    She let him do that for a while before beginning again.  “Okay now we’ll find my clit.  It’s hidden a bit.”  She still had her lips held open.  “Run your finger tip up through the deepest part of my pussy.  Find the crease between the lips.  When you get to the top stop.  Yes right there.”  She took a deep breath.  “Right now you are at the bottom of my clit.  Clits are very sensitive and just holding your finger there excites me.  And I can feel every tiny movement.  I want you to slowly lift your finger until you feel my whole clit.  Ahhhh.  Yes.”

    “Can you feel how it is hard like a tiny penis?”

    “Sort of.”

    “Try it with your tongue.  You may have to hold my lips open.  Run your tongue through my crevice and all the way up like you did your finger.  Oh, Michael, you have no idea how good that feels.  Please do it again.”  He did and then she lifted his face off of him.  She didn’t want him to stop but knew she had to finish his instruction.  Dr. Potterfield was watching.

    “Each woman has a different clit and each has a different way she likes to be excited.  Most won’t tell you exactly what they like, so how are you going to tell?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “By their reaction.  Try different techniques and listen to their breathing, their moaning, feel how their flesh reacts, if their muscles tighten, etc.  I think you are a natural at listening to a woman’s body.  Some like you to run circles around their clit because it’s often to sensitive too touch it directly, so just getting close and causing movement in the area is what they like.  Some like you to suck on it.  Others like you to flick it either with your tongue or your fingers as fast as you can.  Whatever you do make sure there is plenty of moisture present, either from her pussy or from your own mouth.  So let’s try these three techniques.  Make yourself comfortable between my legs and let’s see how you do.”

    Michael did very well.  And Brandi encouraged him with her moans and her hands in his hair.  Whenever, he hit a good spot she would overtly react even arching her hips occasionally.  It wasn’t hard to do.  He was genuinely very good and she was genuinely excited by him.  There was not much to chide him about.  Her pulse was racing and her breathing was much quicker.  At one point she decided to let herself have an orgasm.  It was not part of the training but something she needed.

    “Please suck on my clit some more, Michael.  And put your fingers inside of me.  Deeper.  Push them in and out.  Faster.  Oh god yes.  Suck me, lick me.  Yes, yes yes!”  She gripped his hair with her hands in tight fistfuls and let herself go.  Michael could feel her orgasm as she thrust her hips toward his mouth and moaned loudly.

    “Enough.  Enough.”  She pulled his head up and kissed him and hugged him.  “Thank you, Michael, that was wonderful.”

    “Did you have an orgasm?”  Brandi smiled, her hands cupping his head, fingers in his thick brown hair.

    “Yes, of course I did.  Did you?”

    “Yes I accidently went off while I was licking you.”  She gave him another hug.  He was eager to please and would make a good lover.

  • Of Bondage

    A lot of people fee that bondage is a part of BDSM and that it involves pain and masochism.  It doesn’t have to be that way at all.  Bondage on its own can represent a fun way to enjoy a different sort of sexual experience.

    Some people enjoy the feeling of being in restraints, of having someone else in complete control, and the feeling of helplessness.  But what I enjoy most about it is the relief that the one who is tied up from trying to please the other.  Certainly most of the time, I fully enjoy mutually participative sex but I also enjoy teasing and being teased.

    When you have your partner tied up, their pleasure is at your mercy and you can touch them, tease them, work their bodies as you know they like.  But denial is a part of the excitement by delaying their complete satisfaction.  Extending the foreplay. Making a night of it.

    Of course, the tied up partner is often more sensitive than normal in this situation, because they cannot respond or initiate any activity, all they are left with is to feel your caresses.  Blindfolding them reduces even further the senses they can use and increases the anticipation.  This can be a good time to get out the vibrators, oils, silk, and other bedside playthings. 

    Bondage can be enjoyable from both sides (IMO).  Whether you are the one doing the teasing or enjoying the ministrations, I highly recommend you give it a try.  Trusting your partner is an important aspect of the enjoyment (unless you enjoy fear) and so it’s not a first date activity.

    If you or your partner have a fear of being tied up (from some childhood trauma) this can be done but getting your partner to agree to pretend to be tied up and agree to not respond or initiate contact with you.  Usually you will have to remind them once or twice during the teasing.

    So give it some thought.  Discuss it with your partner.  Give it a try.  Enjoy.

  • Publishing Erotica

    I’ve had a couple of people approach me with stories and thought I would offer some advise to anyone who has considered publishing.  Publishing can be relatively painless and profitable.  

    If you have ever written erotica for fun and thought about publishing, here are a few things to keep in mind.  You can publish free stories in a number of places including Xanga which are good for getting feedback.  Literotica.com is perhaps the most established free site for erotic stories.

    It is useful to establish a pseudonym.  This would include a name and email address.  I would recommend choosing a name with some uniqueness since this makes it easier to find you for your fans.  When you think you have a name google it to see if anyone is using it and how.

    A pseudonym allows you to fantasize freely and write freely without worrying about how your kids, and parents, and future employers or co-workers, etc. might react to any individual story.

    If you decide to publish for profit, I would recommend Smashwords.com as a good place to start. This is only for publishing ebooks but it is a relatively cheap way to get started.  There is no cost for joining, although you have to purchase an ISBN number for each story which when using Smashwords will cost you less than $5.  You might also choose to buy a picture for a cover and this could cost you a couple of dollars.  There are services such as ShutterStock.com, Dreamstime.com, and iStockphoto.com which offer thousands of cheap photos.  All in all you can publish a book for under $10.  Smashwords will kept a small portion of your sale price (which you get to choose).  The author gets 80% and Smashwords 20%.  Plus Smashwords will re-publish your story to Barnes and Noble, Sony, and other sites.

    Smashwords does have some fairly strict formatting guidelines and they have a document with outlines their requirements.  It’s a bit tedious to get through the first time but once you understand it, it becomes much easier.

    Lastly the best way to publish and get a return is to have multiple books including one or two that is offered free.  I made the mistake of publishing some of my shorter stories as free and the readers were disappointed at the length giving me poor review marks and discouraging paying customers.  If you offer a free book it should be one of your better ones and a good length. 

    The longer the better, I think, in terms of story length.  5,000 words is a rough minimum and even for erotica the story should have some plot and character development – not just a sex scene.  Although stringing a series of sex scenes together with the same character seems to work well.

    In summary if you are thinking of publishing, you might want to write a few stories, and publish them in rapid succession or even all at once.  This allows readers who enjoy one story to buy your others.  Lastly, ratings and reviews can make or break a story and they are hard to come by.  If you have fans from another site encourage them to write reviews for you.

    Erotica books are generally priced at $2 to $3 for 5,000+ words and $4 to $5 for 10,000+ words, etc.

  • Flyby

    I am posting this at the request of another Xangan who wishes to remain anonymous.  Please let her know what you think of her first foray into this genre.

    “I’m boarding now, I’ll call when you when I land. Love you, too,” I vocalize into the small, ineffective vibrating device I carry on hand that most people refer to as their cellphone, I refer to it as my incognito device. True, it was originally designed as a cell phone, but I had found combinations of alarm and vibrating settings to be undeniable in times of inconvenient need. I keep telling myself I’ll stop doing this, keep telling myself I just need to cut down a little, but the truth is, as guilty as I feel afterwards, I can’t stop. 

    I juggle my carry-on as I walk down the aisle, the only luggage I’d needed except for my briefcase, I’m always a light packer, only the essentials for business. I told myself it was a tool to help me stay focused. I watch the alpha-numeric diagrams as I pass row by row. 

    “Excuse me, I’m by the window there,” I say to an overweight man on the isle of my row. He grants an apology as he manages to get himself and his belly into the aisle so I can slip my carry on into the overhead compartment, squeeze by him, and slip my ass and purse onto my seat, kicking my briefcase lightly under my seat. I put that poor thing through so much abuse. Glancing out the window I see the barrel of the engine… it’s going to be a long, loud ride home. 

    Voices sound over the speaker system in a muddled mess as women with too much make up on demonstrate how the seat belts work, where the exits are, the typical routine. The engines sound and we’re moving slowly over a bumpy runway. No matter how many times I fly, the take off always makes me nervous, feeling those g’s pressing me into my seat… it’s a combination of fear and excitement. Then we’re air borne, before we know it we’ve reached our appropriate flying height and the seat belt signs turn off. I look at my watch. Only half an hour, yet I feel like the obese man is growing exponentially, fed by his attempts to strike up a conversation with me. Only seven and a half more hours to go before this red eye lands. 

    “Would you like a drink,” the stewardess asks as she and the drink cart stop at my aisle. 
    “Red wine please, here’s the six dollars, and could I also get a blanket, please” I reply trading paper for alcohol. 
    “Yes, Ma’am.” 
    “Thank you.” 
    Normally I would sip at it and watch the small cityscapes pass underneath the plane, but the fat gentleman next to me is making me nervous so I down it unceremoniously and hand the glass back to the stewardess as she hands me the blanket a few minutes later. She gives the glass a funny look but keeps on about her business. 

    I can feel the wine in my system, crawling through my veins like warm honey soothing the aches of travel away, lulling me to sleep. 

    The garbled grinding of gears wakes me. Fearing for the engine I look out the window, but the sound is emanating from inside the cabin. I can’t believe it, the man next to me is snoring like a jammed lawnmower. Great. 

    I try getting comfortable again so I can go back to sleep, but a dull ache chips away at my dreams until finally I fall fitfully back asleep under my blanket. 

    The wine colors my eyes, I’m dreaming of being back home. The morning picnic my husband has promised me. We sit under an overly brilliant blue sky on a red and white checkered blanket. Red wine sloshes in our carelessly held goblets as we feed one another eggs on toast or small wedges of cheese. 

    “Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he says knowing I’ll oblige. He knows I love surprises. 

    “Aaw,” I giggle while shutting my eyes tight. 

    Mushiness hits my tongue and my dream self spits the fruit salad out on the grass. 

    “God, that stuff is awful. I hate fruit salad and you know that.” Despite my passionate rejection of the fruit salad, he is laughing hysterically at me. 

    I wake up to the vibrations of the plane putting my ass to sleep. I shift positions again, annoyed with my dreams for playing tricks on me. I miss my husband, his touch, his kiss, and even his stupid pranks. The ache in me has grown to a hunger, the vibrations of the plane teasing me while I slept. I check my watch, four more hours to go. I can deal with this. I can. 

    I toss and turn until finally I look over to the man beside me, still snoring, still asleep. I’m jealous. I’m too frustrated to sleep. My hand snakes its way into my lap, pressing over the seam in my slacks to the lips beneath. Just a little, no one could know. My index and ring fingers press against my smooth slacks, rubbing the outside of my lips, pushing them center while my center finger plays with my clit. 

    The plane hits a pocket of turbulence, jolting me away from my hot pussy back to the plane. The fat man grunts and moves in his seat. I turn towards the window as much as I can while placing my right ankle up onto my left knee, rearranging the blanket over myself. The engines’ humming tortures me as I stroke myself through my pants softly until I’m sure the fat man is back asleep. 

    I quietly unzip my purse and feel for my phone’s rubbery casing. I pull it out and turn the screen on. Scrolling to the alarm function is muscle memory at this point. Looking to the screen’s top corner I check the time and set the alarm to go off the next minute. Discreetly I slip it under the blanket and over my thigh, warming the cold hardness of it against my inner thigh and wait. 

    It feels like forever though only a minute at most passes before the vibrations begin. I move the flat back of the phone against my pussy at first, feeling the focus of the vibrations over the entirety of my kitty. Before long, I need more than the vibrations, I turn the phone on its side and push it against my pants, forcing it between my lips and my fingers knead the flesh kissing it. 

    It takes control to keep my breath even and my movements slight as I get closer. I glance at the window, catching the reflection of the plane’s insides, no one is watching. I let the tension build until it warms my belly and expands in pleasure as I come. I slip my phone back out from under the blanket and disarm the alarm before dropping it into my purse. 

    I lay back against my chair, feeling that familiar oozing of happiness spread through me as I finally drift off to sleep again.

  • PayPal petition

    PayPal is censoring what you can read by demanding publishers remove certain erotic literature from their offerings. You can find out about both sides by reading my blog: http://rushmorejudd.blogspot.com/?zx=5e35154b7906abb9 or hear PayPal’s side by reading their blog: https://www.thepaypalblog.com/2012/03/paypals-acceptable-use-policy-on-sale-of-certain-erotica/  Apparently they have decided the courts are the wrong place to decide what is taboo in literature.  If you liked the Twilight series (bestiality) or if you enjoy erotica in general, please sign this position to stop PayPal.  https://eff.org/r.1Uy

  • Submission

    I am in one of my submissive sex moods.

    Very susceptible to suggestion.

    Won’t you please take advantage of me?

    Do you think me less masculine

    Because I want to serve you?

    I would be glad to sit on the floor

    By your feet.

    My head in your lap.

    Inside your lap; your legs open.

    Or would you prefer to have me

    Massage your back.

    My hands gently rubbing your naked skin.

    Servitude.  Do with me as you wish.

    Use me as your boy toy.

    For just today.

    Tomorrow I will return to that other world

    Where I will be in charge.

    But for today, I am yours to do with as you please.

  • Sin City

    I’ve collaborated with five other authors to publish an erotic anthology – each story connected in some way to Las Vegas.  The eBook sells for $6.99.  I’m offering my fans at Xanga a coupon worth 50% off only until January 3, 2012.  The link to the book is here: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/117988 and the coupon code is: YK32E


  • Operation eBook Drop

    In cooperation with 8 other authors of erotica, I am coordinating an effort to distribute free ebooks (erotica) to service men and woman and their spouses. There are 20 books/stories which are being offered for a limited time free of charge to these individuals.

    If you know of service men or women (or are one) send me a copy of your email privately and I’ll see that they get sent a copy of the list.  This material is erotic and intended for adult audiences.  (I currently have a list of approximately 150)