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Would you tackle a rape fantasy in one of your stories? How about an adult male having forced sex with a teenaged girl? Those are two story lines I’ve run across over the past month, which made me think about exactly where erotica and erotic romance writing is going. I personally am not turned on by the extremes in the genres that I enjoy so much. Also, since I used to work in family law and child welfare as an activist and political writer, nothing nauseates me more than child rape, paedophilia, and incest. So any story that smacks of paedophilia will get a quick Red Light from me. Those kinds of stories appeal too much to the sickos out there who refer to people who try to help abused children as “child savers” who don’t “understand” the difference between love and abuse. Makes me want to puke.

I have been given a reviewer’s copy of the book “Wetlands”, which has been a sensation in Europe, and is now released in the U. S. Whilst it is hailed as a sensation by some reviewers, others have called is poorly disguised porn. It’s a very frank discussion of a young woman who is initially hospitalized after a pubic shaving accident, and it’s supposed to be a quite sexually graphic depiction of her life. No problem there. That’s why I requested it. Once I read it, I’ll add my own thoughts. I like reading very sexually graphic books because they’re entertaining and I often learn something very revealing about myself and about society in general from them. How we react to graphic sex tells us a lot about ourselves. This kind of graphic sex seems to me to be different from the taboo sex I talked about at the beginning of this post, though, but the reactions are very educational.

I publisher I won’t named recently has been criticized for publishing these kinds of taboo stories. One web site that published such a story without knowing what it was getting itself into had removed the post, and the author complained about censorship. At least the author was given the right to voice an opinion about the matter. Lots of authors aren’t given that much. Another incident involved the aforementioned publisher that had been the subject of complaints because of the taboo subject matter behind some of the stories it had published. Why this publisher was under the gun made me wonder, since other publishers and books with similar subject matter had not received complaints, so I don’t know what the big deal was.

The main point here is how much is too much? I remember a writer saying that a few years ago you wouldn’t have read an anal sex scene in a story. I’m not sure how accurate that was, but I understood the point. These days, anal sex scenes are commonplace. Menage wasn’t also as popular years ago as it is now. It’s actually growing into a rather hot genre. I really don’t see a problem with any sex act as long as it is between consenting adults. As I said, the only ones I have problems with are child rape, incest, and paedophilia. I really don’t have a problem with forced rape fantasies because I understand the difference between actual rape and the rape fantasy.

I’m working on a novella called “Dangerous Curves” that is a sexually candid journey of a young woman’s sexual exploits during the Big Hair 1980s in the U. S. She is a sexually free spirit who does not want to be tied down, and the men around her aren’t used to seeing a woman like that. While they enjoy her body, they want to keep her for themselves, and at the same time they expect to be allowed to play the field. The book explores the double standards about men’s and women’s sexual explorations, thoughts about virginity, playing the field, infidelity, power plays in sexuality, older men/younger women, cougars, and sexual independence. I hope to have the book finished by the end of spring, and by then I will submit it to publishers. This book is very sexually graphic, and it is not a romance. Is sex for sex’s sake too much, especially if the character enjoying sexuality without romance is a woman?

How far have you gone in your stories? What have you read that you thought was over the line? Have you ever received complaints that any of your stories have crossed the line? Are some sexually graphic stories really meant to shock rather than to make the audience think? What do you think?

Sunday night…

He stepped out of the shower and came into our bedroom, already knowing what was going to happen. I was waiting for him, wearing the harness and nothing else. I told him to lie face down on the bed and put the blindfold on. As he did as instructed I continued getting ready, fixing my pretty black dildo into the harness, making sure it curved down so it would hit his prostate when I rode his ass from behind.

I moved around the bed and restrained each of his hands in turn, using the Under the Bed Restraints that are a convenient permanent feature of our bed now, stretching his arms out on either side of him so that he couldn’t move. Then I told him to get his ass up in the air with his arms already bound.

Kneeling on the bed behind him I groped and massaged his ass, smacking it a few times before reaching for the lube. Slowly I worked my fingers into him, opening him up and getting his ass ready for my cock. I told him he was my ass slut now as he moaned and pressed his ass back on my fingers, first one then all the way up to four of them filling his ass.

Once he was sufficiently stretched and lubed I positioned my cockhead against the opening of his ass as he lay bound and blindfolded before me offering his ass up high. I pressed in slowly so he could feel it before starting to thrust. He moaned with each thrust as I started fucking his ass, alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft, making sure he felt it and making sure he was loving it, occasionally asking how he was feeling just to be sure.

As I rode his ass he started grunting and moaning, making sounds that sounded like he was going to come, so I fucked harder to encourage them and then stopped after a few more moments. I asked him what had happened, and he didn’t know. It was a surge of incredibly intense pleasure, he told me, which just made me want to get him there again. I stroked his cock for a few moments while we talked before starting up again, ramming into his ass until I heard the familiar grunts.

He didn’t shoot, but it seemed like he was having a p-spot orgasm, something he’d never had before, and seemed to love it. I let him come that way a few more times before pulling out, releasing him from the restraints, and instructing him to lie on his back and get his cock rock hard.

After washing my cock off I came back in and knelt next to his head, pressing my cock against his lips and asking him if he knew what I wanted him to do. Without a word he took my cock into his mouth and started sucking it. I watched him eagerly devouring it, pleasure flooding my cunt as he did, almost able to feel the softness of his tongue and insistent suckling against the silicone.

I pulled back and instructed him to sit up, positioning myself against the wall and instructing him to suck me again so I could watch from a different angle. He eagerly took it back into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down it, gagging himself on it every so often until he had a couple of twin tears rolling down his cheeks. I let my hand rest happily on his head, playing with his hair as he sucked me off.

Moans escaped my lips as I watched him tongue and suck the curved black silicone into his mouth, and after a few long hot minutes of this I pulled him off of me. His cock was very hard, I began stroking it just to watch the pleasure and agony cascade across his face. I asked him what he wanted, and after many strokes and many moments of teasing I lay back so that he could fuck my cunt as I stroked my cock.

It did not take long for him to come, since he was so riled up already, and once I gave permission he shot. I let him rest for a few moments while I took the harness off and got back into bed, grabbing my newest toy, Mia, from the nightstand and declaring that it was my turn. I got on my stomach, positioned Mia and instructed him to fuck me with his fingers, my favorite way to come.

This wasn’t the first time I’ve fucked his ass, last weekend I used a glass plug on him, though not with a harness, then made him fuck me with the plug still in. He liked that quite a bit. When we were in England in May I used my strap-on on him, but that was the last time prior to last night. I have a feeling it will happen much more frequently from now on. This was, however, the first time I had him suck my cock and I imagine that will happen more frequently as well.

-Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

Posted on BDSM is Love on November 3, 2007

The following story was a dream I had last night that has carried throughout the day to be several very nice conversations and fantasy reliving with Master. It wouldn’t actually ever happen, as Master and I are devotedly monogamous but it was a hot dream nonetheless.

I enter a rather smallish room and am greeted by Master and another gentleman. I can not ever see this man’s face, for the retelling let’s pretend that he’s masked. I am told in no uncertain terms that I am to be Master’s fucktoy tonight and that I will please him by being open to allowing another man fuck me.

This has always been a huge fantasy for me; a threesome with another Man and Master. It has been several different visions and I demurely agree to this arrangement. He has me strip and stand naked in front of them both while they examine me. (It’s amazing that in dreams I’m not nearly as large as I am in real life, however I never imagine myself skinny; could this be how my mind wants to see me?) They both poke and prod, have me bend over and feel every part of me, ever hole is examined and I feel utterly humiliated with the experience.

Master has me kneel on the palette in the middle of the room and this is where I get a good look of what’s around as well as the men who have me for the night. The room is sparely furnished, and appears to only have a chair and a bed in it. There are saints’ candles burning in the corners and a few toys along the one wall, with some bottles of water and a few towels.

Master begins to disrobe, caressing my hair intermittently as he does so. The other man steps back and slowly takes his clothes off. I watch them both, nibbling on my lower lip in anticipation. I’m admittedly very excited about the possibility of what Master is proposing happening. When Master stands up after removing his pants I am thrilled to see that he is excited and reach out to him.

He stops me and directs me to put my hands behind my back. I look to the other man as he finishes getting undressed and my heart almost stops. He has the largest, thickest dick I have ever seen. I can’t imagine that ever fitting inside me; and it’s not even all the way hard yet! It’s also very, very hot. I love the idea of being filled and nothing can replace the feeling of a real cock. My eyes shoot over to Master and he has this quirky smile on his face.

His plan is to have me filled with this man’s cock while I worship Master’s own dick. I am to take it all and to like it. I could have dripped all down my legs at that thought. Yes Master I say, oh yes Master whatever you say.

It’s never as simple as that, though is it. This man approached me and while I was ordered to not move, he caressed me, grabbed my nipples between his fingers and twisted them cruelly. He ran his hands down my body and over my mound. I quivered and watched Master for any sort of reaction. He remained cool and pulled up the chair that was close to the palette and sat down.

Was he going to watch? I longed to have him there participating, touching me, allowing me to please him. He told me that this first part was to ready myself for what was to come.

In my dream my focus was on Master while this other man did all sorts of devilish things to me. He teased my clit to hardness, he finger fucked me so fiercely that I almost came without asking permission (to which Master said no). He probes my asshole a bit more delicately and I begin to wonder quite panick-striken on whether or not his huge member is going to try to go there. Master has always said he loves to see me filled. Is that the challenge?

I’m so ready, and I whimper as he shoves his dick into my mouth, only to moisten it. I then realize just how big it is and again wonder how that’s going to fit in my pussy. Not long to wonder that, for Master has gotten up off the chair and joined us on the bed. His dick is so hard and I eagerly engulf it on my mouth. The other man has forced me on all fours and I’m concentrating on Master’s cock so much that I am shocked to feel the head of his dick at my entrance. I can feel a cool slick of lube tickle my pussy as he pushes slowly into me.

It really was huge and I knew then that I would have to take this slowly. I groan into Master’s dick as he wraps his hands in my hair and forces me down deep. He tells me that I’m going to take it all for him tonight, that it will please him to know that I am his good fucktoy. I don’t want to disappoint. The man works 2 then 3 inches into me, stretching me that I feel as if I’m being fisted it’s so tight. More and more is filling me with hot hard dick.

I’m really working Master’s dick, hoping that my worship is showing him how much I love him and want to please him and just how wonderful this man’s dick feels. I can feel him really filling me completely as he strokes back and forth, taking more and more each time, sinking into me. He’s fucking me slowly and I am feeling so full and wonderful.

Master is encouraging me and cooing about how wonderful it all looks. He takes his dick out of my mouth and looks into my pleasure-ridden face. I watch him as he gets up and picks one of the saints’ candles from the floor. Standing over us, he slowly pours the hot wax on my back.

I shiver and wiggle with shock and pleasure. The man is just pounding my pussy with that huge cock while I take the wax all over my back, Master ushering in the pleasure and service he knows he can get from me. He bends down and pinches my nipples harshly and then thrusts his dick back into my mouth. I’m taken from both sides and am taking all I can.

*gap in dream sequence*

Next thing I remember is the man’s fingers in my ass, stretching it wider and wider; admiring how easily it opens up for him (Master says that all the time). He has 4 fingers in my working them around in slow circles and I’m almost a puddle of sensations. He jokingly said he’s be able to put a bottle in there and fill me up. A bottle appears from bedside the bed and I notice it’s a water bottle. He lubes it up and begins the slow process of getting it in my ass.

Master again pats me in encouragement and I’ve focused on him so much that I can only vaguely  remember actually getting the bottle in my ass half way. More fucking and sucking ensues.
*end of dream*

Let’s just say I’m still aching with need tonight and I’m sure Master will be obliging all day tomorrow

–luna

It’s Labor Day Weekend in America; a time for all us laborers to get a much needed day off.  As it comes at what is often considered the end of the summer (school starts right after–it doesn’t matter how old you are or what you do for a living, you just can’t get out of that school mindset…) it’s the perfect weekend for barbecuing or going to thebeach.  I chose barbecuing.

It was just me and the boys.  You see, most of my closest friends are gay men and I’ve been ushered into the fold as “one of the boys.”  I actually did invite another woman, but she didn’t show…

So, there were six of us.  We managed to consume five bottles of wine and an aperitif pitcher of Cosmos.  We also ate way too much food.  I like to go all out with barbecues.  I made crab salad to eat with tiny pita rounds, a raw veggie plate with my Southwestern dip, hummus and more pita, corn grilled in the husk, grilled Portabella mushrooms, grilled Buffalo wings with celery and blue cheese dressing and grilled Korean Bool Kogi.  The vegetarian of the group brought his own tofu to grill. We also had lemon ice for dessert (which went kinda nice with that pitcher of Cosmos).

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