The Instructor

Slowly, take off your panties, get on your knees, and crawl to me, her instructor tells her, whisperingly. Her wetness became present at the the first word of his utterance. When she pleases him with her mouth, she also pleases herself, but she is not allowed to have an orgasm without his permission. Her instructor, tells her to bend over for a spanking, and she is willing — her pulsating longing for his hard measure’s penetration leaves her dripping. Many times, she has been with him, and every time, she has indescribably wonderful orgasms in her submission. She loves when she is handcuffed, blindfolded, and roughly fucked. Her clit throbs and her vaginal walls quiver upon the entrance of the huge head of his rock hard cock. In euphoric tones, she often says to him, Don’t stop — and she loves to cum all over him with her hands tied behind her, especially, when she is on top. Blindfolded, she is instructed to suck his fingers before she is put in the prone position for an anal fucking, but before her ass is thoroughly explored, she is lead to her knees to suck his cock again. His hard fucking of her ass and her clit’s throbbing euphoric sensitivity leads her to the verge of an orgasm, but before she can cum, she must first ask. He says, No; but instead, her makes her beg to release on white sheets that will be soon soaked into the bed. Still, he fucks her roughly with his large hand on her head, pressing her face into the pillows that muffle her screams, and she asks again, Can I cum? Yes, he answers, knowing with or without an approving answer she wouldn’t have lasted five seconds longer. She releases, deeply and thoroughly, shuddering wildly as if her body was charged with overpowering volts of electricity. She shakes uncontrollably with her hand that was always underneath her, erotically massaging her pussy. She looks at her instructor with eyes that convey the love of the way he fucked and commanded her. Put your panties back on, he tells her.

Reverse Cowgirl Pt. 2

Erect hardness, swells inside of her, getting bigger and bigger; the thickness of it, rubbing against her pleasure receptive internal clit in the erotic position she sits. She’s never squirted before, but there’s a first time for everything. Fucking him, she remembers the site of his cock that left her mouth watering — her pussy became wet and her nipples erect, from just the anticipated taste of him. Before she purchased an anal plug, in her willing ass, two fingers, he would slide in as she roughly rode him — causing even more moaning, and making her sweet release, a screaming, shuddering, intense transcendent orgasm.

A Woman’s Sexual Awakening

I stumbled upon a particularly riveting and moving podcast about a woman named Molly, who was diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer and decided to leave her sexually and emotionally unfulfilling marriage to start an adventure of sexual exploration.

It is number 42., Dying for Sex on The Atlantic Magazine’s, “The 50 Best Podcasts of 2020.”

Enjoy: https://www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2020/12/50-best-podcasts-2020/617486/

Crotchless White Lace

White lace drapes beautifully over smooth
wonderfully fragranced, moisturized sensuality.
It holds two lips in its embrace tightly;
Wet flesh peeks through its intimate opening
not so subtly, visually, pleasing aesthetically.
It is usually worn with heels and a lace plunge babydoll,
in a combination that enthralls sexually.
They are panties that do not need to be removed
for oral or penetrative pleasure in the heights of ecstasy.
From behind, what lies in-between white lace, protrudes
beautifully and even more prominently —
leading to a wet picturesque magnificent entry.




Enjoy Your Evening

A woman turns in for a relaxing evening
of orgasms, squirting, and moaning
complete with her pink crystal glass
butt plug, huge dildo, Magic Wand
and warm water–based lubrication.

She goes to sleep, and then starts
to use her toys again at her awakening,
because she dreamt about him
and woke up soaking wet
with her clit throbbing.

Lili St. Cyr Pt. 2

In 1957, Lili St. Cyr sat down with Mike Wallace for an in-depth interview. I certainly consider Lily to be a woman ahead of her time in terms of her sentiment towards women’s freedom of sexual expression, the rampant hypocrisy of her time, her forward–thinking stance on marriage, the ugly side of showbusiness, religion, being brave enough to be honest about her own struggles with being a “striptease girl—” her finances, not particularly liking what she does as a profession, and the poignance in her answer regarding certain professions she respects as great contributions towards society in contrast to what she does for a living.

Her stances on life and her introspections are exceedingly surprising for her time and are an interesting comparison to the woman of the modern day era. Certainly, an intelligent and self-reflective woman — from some of the answers given in the interview, I would surmise that she did indeed greatly struggle internally with what she was famously or infamously known for, but at the same time, bucking against the sentiments of the larger populace in regards to what was deemed decent or indecent and breaking the restrictive norms of the oft portrayed “homely housewife” whose role was limited to being a child bearer, cook, cleaner, and voiceless human being within a sexually unfulfilling marriage.

I think women like Lily played an important role for the women of her era, who looked at her as not just a burlesque dancer or “striptease girl” but through eyes of admiration, for her refusal to bow down to the ridged sentiments and unjustly restrictive laws of her time. She was arrested on more than one occasion for “lewd behavior,” most likely from the very men that secretly were thrilled and entertained by her performances. Her outward beauty was undeniable, but her inward beauty was transcendent in my opinion. It would have been an honor to sit down and talk with her if she were alive today.

The interview: