Sexonaire!

I’ll be on the air tomorrow night (Tuesday, April 12th) talking about porn as part of a roundtable discussion!!!

So much fun. :)

CJSW 90.9FM Urban Sex Show 11 pm mountain time. Podcast should be here after it’s aired.


Woooooooooooot! :)

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You get tied up. Chained up, more specifically. They're a medium heaviness - nothing to weigh you down too much.

You'll be standing against the wall. Chains on ankles, wrists, and hips. This will ensure you can still move enough to demonstrate impatience, but not enough to arouse yourself or turn away from watching. You could always shut your eyes, of course, but the sounds will still be there. The bed is just under a meter away from where you're standing, so every shuffle of limbs, every sigh, even almost every whisper will be audible to you. You won't be able to shut your ears, or turn off your brain. I'll make sure to punctuate your consciousness with sharp cries of pain and pleasure, mix it up with husky moans and barely audible whispers of his name.

The name you once used to whisper and moan. Perhaps even shout, though I hear you're not the type. I have no clue and I don't give a fuck about your past sex life with him. What I care about is that there's skin against skin - and it's my skin and his, touching. It's electric and soft and magical and in a far away place somewhere that's familiar and new all at once, like soft snow. Like soft snow.

Electric and dark - that's you and me, you and us. There's a charge in the air from you being here, watching us. A twisted concept of me proposing we make you watch us fuck. Simple. Slutty. Sexy.

Femme... all three of us are the femme, really, each having hir own qualities of such things. Fatale: that's me; and you, and him. He... is on top of me, my legs up in the air preparing to rest on his shoulders, my ass and cunt exposed wide to your view. I look at you for a few moments. I stare, glare, intensify my gaze as we lock eyes. I feel the muscles around my eyes prepare to smirk, but the passion of the moment catches up to me and my head falls back as I moan at his hand on my throat. The head of his cock is teasingly pressing my cunt entrance, threatening to stay there and drive me crazy for a while. I finally rest my feet up on his shoulders as he plays with my clit and I squirm. There's a heat inside me and I start pulsing. I can feel you tortured over the tension of the moment. You hate seeing us like this, together, intimate, hot. But your jaw can't resist dropping in anticipation of the moment he enters me. I wish there was someone seducing you right now, too. Someone on hir knees lapping you up and sucking you off. Someone to get you to the edge and then deny you as I come hard. As I come before him, and at the same time as he comes and, after he's done, as he plays with my body and emotions.

As he...

we...

But I can't give too much away. That would be rude of me, really, to not start torturing you now with lack of detail. You just wouldn't get worked up quite the same: that's the value of a tease.