Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday September 28, 2003  

Would you spy on your lover, husband or significant other? How in depth would you want to get? Watch them picking their nose in the parking lot? Read all their email? Put a tracking device on their car and map everywhere they go? Video tape them when they think they are alone?

It sounds crazy to me. Yet, there are a lot of spams coming through my email advertising spy services and gadgets. Someone must be buying these things. Not me. I think it's just a bit too crazy.

If you have to cling that much it will never work out. People need some time to be private, some secrets and some mystery. Not everyone is a cheater but if you insist on labelling them eventually your wish will come true in one way or another.

Turn it around. What if you were the one being spied on? How would you feel? Some of you might feel turned on, protected, or like you're putting on a show. Others might feel really put out.

Do you really want to share everything, every thought, every action and every idea? Not me. I want some mystery, something to explore and discover and now and then I'd like to be surprised with something new (hopefully good).

I don't want a cheating partner. I also don't want a lap dog. You have to find a balance. You have to learn to give space and take space in return.

Now... I spy with my little eye... something that is... You!

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday September 20, 2003  

"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.

He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"

"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."

"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?" …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Wednesday September 17, 2003  

His hands were like manacles, grabbing at her, pulling her back towards his muscular manly chest. In her ear he whispered, "Isn't this the start of a cheesy romance?"

Yes, it could be. But, I've saved you! Don't you feel pleased if not pleasured?

Why did I even write the above, is there any point to it? Not especially. I was just thinking of men's bodies and the parts I like best. The different things men can do with those parts and how I'd like them to do them.

Back to reality, out of the cheesy romance mode. Sigh What a waste of a perfectly good cheesy romance type fantasy.

Are you really still here? Maybe you're just curious to know what men's body parts I was thinking of?

Hands, chests, arms (lower and upper) mainly. I've recently realized I prefer chests that aren't too hairy. I always thought I had no preference and then some guy came into the store without a shirt and I got all turned on by his nice smooth chest. I took a mental picture to play around with later. No, later, not right now.

I love a deep, manly voice. I'm sure I've typed that in here at least once before. (It's almost like ordering from a catalogue). Dark hair, maybe blonde if it's not that silly fake looking blonde. Well, OK, I guess I'd even give a redhead a second glance or three. So, hair colour doesn't seem all that important. Of course, it's nice if he has some hair but I can get over that if I like the rest of him.

If I wasn't so tired tonight I'd probably be getting more into this and back to the cheesy romance.

Well, I can always get back to that. I just have to post something here and go to bed. All by myself, just me and my magical little clit button.

Originally posted to Sex Kitten (2003 - 2004)

Can you die from a wet dream?

Max was cold. Calling a succubus had seemed like a good idea at the time. That was hours ago now. Lying naked on the floor, his altar of sex toys around him, waiting and yet dreading that some mythological creature would come for him. He felt like a willing victim to his own sacrifice. But, he was willing, more than willing after eleven years of celibacy. Even now, just lying naked on the cold floor, his cock was rock hard, pointing straight up and even angling back. No man in the world was more ready for sex right now than Max.

Nothing seemed to be happening though, other than his own growing arousal. There was something about preparing yourself for kinky sex that made you need it all the more. Just lying down in the midst of his altar had brought him to full arousal and kept him there. Thinking, half dreaming, of having a succubus appear and begin taking his body was almost enough to finish him off. But, he wasn't quite there. He wanted more than his own thoughts, his own hands stroking the well known patterns over his cock. He wanted a woman, even if she wasn't entirely real or at all predictable. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday September 05, 2003  

What if I told you...

I'm wearing a lace and silk nightie, standing at the open window looking out into the night.

I'm leaning back in my chair, pulling off my panties, putting them on my bed, on top of my folded up nightie.

I'm sitting here naked, teasing my nipples while I read someone's erotica.

I'm planning to go pantie and braless tomorrow at work.

I'm thinking of how I will take my underwear off at work, in the car, tomorrow.

I'm thinking of a thick, long, bumpy vibrator I saw in the adult store.

I'm writing an erotic story and it's making me...

I'm biting my lip while I give myself a really long, drawn out, delicious, shuddering orgasm.

I'm licking my fingers, one by one, sucking on the tips.

I'm tasting my own wet pussy.

I'm wearing nothing but a saucy little smile.

I'm thinking about something really naughty I read in Cosmo magazine.

I'm doing something really naughty I read about in a sex blog, tonight.

I'm typing with one hand...

It's not easy typing with one hand. Guess I'll just go to bed.