“Rabbit Trick”, posted June 10, 2010
photography
Mood Lighting Monday
Some of the pictures week took for last week’s The Naughty Hangout post were so good we had trouble choosing just one. Here’s one of the shots that didn’t make the cut.
-Jill
Sinful Sunday: Thumb Cuffs
If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that we are BDSM novices. We’ve never used a St. Andrew’s Cross. I’ve never been spanked with anything more exotic or unusual than a hairbrush. The extent of our bondage experience would be considered extremely vanilla by many of the bloggers we follow. You probably also know that while I am often submissive, this label does not define who I am sexually. However, sometimes it’s very sexy to absolutely and totally give up control. It’s exciting to be completely reliant on someone else, to know that you need the other person and must trust them completely. I can’t imagine trusting anyone as much as I trust Jack.
See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!
The Naughty Hangout: A Candlelit Soak
“Shadows” is the main theme at The Naughty Hangout this week. We’ve played around with light and shadows in our photography before, and we love how low light makes just about anything look sexier and more mysterious. That’s why we decided to go with “Shadows” rather than one of the backup themes. Plus, who doesn’t enjoy a relaxing bath?
-Jill
On Display
I lie on the bed, my legs splayed garishly for your enjoyment. The strip of material stretches thin, my pussy glistening visibly underneath. I hook my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, lifting my ass up from the mattress and sliding them off. After discarding them at the foot of the bed, my hand settles between my legs, fingers quickly landing on my clit.
The first few strokes are strictly for show. I’m only getting warmed up. I stare out, locking eyes, fancying that I can read your thoughts. You stare back, focused, unable to hide your lust. My fingers move slowly and deliberately, more determined to put on a sexy performance than to bring pleasure to my swollen, aching bud.
Though I can’t see it for myself, I know you must be aroused. As one hand continues its dance over my slick, hungry pussy, the other brings one of my breasts close to my mouth. My lips can’t quite reach my nipple, but a tongue certainly can. You gasp at the sight, and I manage to stifle a giggle. I’ve got you eating out of my hand.
Thoughts of your arousal fill my mind. I lean back, resting supine. Though I can see nothing but the ceiling, I feel your eyes on me. I imagine your hands wandering over my body, your lips kissing parts of me that have never before been kissed. In my mind I can feel your weight on top of me, your hardness filling me up. My body throbs with desire.
I slip two fingers inside myself, pressing up on my G-spot before withdrawing them and caressing my clit. My strokes are no longer strictly for show. I don’t know when it changed, but I am now a woman on a mission, intent upon my own pleasure. I won’t stop until I’ve climaxed. Whether my performance arouses you is strictly incidental.
Yes, I’m aware that you’re watching, but only barely. Nothing matters but my orgasm, looming over me like a shadow. Each flick of my fingers pushes me closer to the edge. And when I reach the edge, one last stroke sends me over. I climax noisily, shamelessly, unconcerned with who might hear.
Now it’s your turn. Come use my body for your pleasure.
-Jill
