It had been three whole months since we’d last seen each other. There had been heart-ache, tears, way too many regretful one night stands, and all the drinking required when you’re separated from the only person with whom you’ve felt such a strong romantic connection. But this had been the reality of our relationship from the beginning.
Is a more exploratory sex life the key to a lifetime of passion? After reading Jessica Howe’s Kinky Sex – The Secret To Long Term Desire, we’re inclined to believe it is. For your reading pleasure, Jessica has kindly allowed us to reproduce a section from this excellent book below. It’s an introduction to some lighter elements of kink that you might be interested to try on your path to long-term desire.
A True Erotic Confession…
It was one of those rare, warm autumn days. The boys were in school and I was working from home when I received a sexy text from my husband Steven asking me if I would like to partake in a little afternoon delight. When I replied with an enthusiastic yes, he then asked me to meet him at the door in one hour wearing just my baby blue camisole, panties and matching silk robe. I happily agreed.
As bland, characterless multinational offices go, Sara’s could have been worse. She had long ago learned to tune out the indistinct hum of printers, copiers, coffee percolators, ringing phones and stifled chatter. It had become white noise, almost therapeutic when she allowed herself the time to concentrate on it.
Couple’s toys are a special breed of love-making utensils. The vast majority of sex toys primarily facilitate solo play or the stimulation of only one partner at a time, during sex.
The deep, seductive bass of the music coursed through my body as soon as I stepped into the crowded Bar, breathing air heavy with smoke, sweat, and heat from all the the writhing bodies – intoxicating. The flashing lights had me vying for balance as I moved through the crowds of twisting, writhing dancers to the bar. I ordered a drink. It had been far too long since I had let go for an evening; with the stress of college finals over at last I was ready to indulge completely in all the hedonistic rituals this libidinous atmosphere encouraged.
I feel very tense tonight, and have an incredibly strong yearning for release. It has been five days of complete abstinence, an entire sexless work week. Sitting naked on my bed, I turn to glance at my reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. I admire my bright red hair, deep blue eyes, and creamy, freckled skin. My gaze wanders over my rather large, round breasts and their pink, sensitive nipples: soft globes of flesh that seem to invite caresses and fondling. A smile touches my full lips as I slip my hand down across the front of my chest, lightly passing over one nipple, feeling it harden beneath my palm’s passage. I blush with arousal as an electric tingle shoots straight to my clit, which begins to demand attention. I resist, at least for now…
I had to run into the city today to run some errands and get some things I can’t in my small town. Knowing it would be a long day in the city with lunch and everything, I took special care to get ready, making sure I didn’t have any stray hairs where I wax, cleaning myself carefully “down there” with my special soap; and using the shower gel that has just a hint of patchouli.
The word ‘orgy’ can conjure up different things for different people, particularly if you’ve never experienced one.
Some people might imagine a seedy gropefest in a darkened room. Others might picture an opulent and indulgent Greco-Roman affair, with grapes and wine spilling lasciviously over writhing bodies. In practice, a modern orgy is neither of these things – though there are certainly elements of both.
Let me explain.
His text messages lit up her phone all day, becoming increasingly more explicit and endlessly provocative. It kept her flushed and distracted through every business meeting, making working on her birthday infinitely more bearable. She secretly responded to his messages during her breaks, as a palpable level of anticipation settled over both of them.
‘Tonight, tonight…’ he continued to tease. ‘I’ll be there even though I can’t.’
I love to be pleasantly surprised and in the case of the Bswift Bcute Pearl I certainly got more than I bargained for. Why? The cost of the vibrator represented good value in comparison to other designer type sex toys I had bought, therefore my expectations were slightly lower than a Jimmyjane or lelo sex toy. How wrong can a girl be!