HNT: Do you want to untie me?

Or do you want to tie me up?

I won't be able to make it around until tonight my dirty darlings...but drop by on Osbasso to better enjoy the HNT goodness and don't forget the other HNT.

On Summer Blow Jobs

It was one of those hot summer nights that scream for mischief, that reek of havoc and impulse. They are, without a doubt, my very favourite kind.

A decade or more ago this kind of night would have found me hair wet, post-skinny dip and luxuriant sultry summer dock fuck, driving home from the cottage of some nominal summertime fling - past curfew, music blaring. And how I've matured...tonight it found me in an unfamiliar bed with a somewhat familiar man. (The more things change...)

We were sweaty in the heat, sated for the moment, but not for the evening - lying amidst rumpled sheets and exchanging the kind of easy pillow talk that companionable lovers do...no time needed to be spent on great romance, on pledges of love and forever.

He briefly escaped from the cage of my naked legs, returning with wine and water - both ice cold. I gratefully took the water glass, smiling, slipping a few ice cubes in my mouth and rolling them around.

"Isn't that cold?' he asked me.

"You tell me..." I lowered my mouth, flicked his nipple with my tongue.

"Mmmm, yes, cold."

I kissed my way down his chest and stomach, running my tongue along his abs, teasing. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I flicked the delightful end of his cock with my tongue - softly working my tongue around the head, forming an "O" with my cold lips to suck him into my icy mouth. It is amazing how much you can enjoy the taste of a lover.

"Oh fuck...yeah...it's hot...and it's cold...." (Eloquent, this one.)

I raised my head, and, of course, an eyebrow: "in a good way or a bad way?"

"Oh good, good."

I popped another cube in my mouth and lowered my head...letting it melt while I licked my way up his shaft to take him in my mouth again. I could feel the coldness my mouth had left on him when I stroked him with my hand while I fucked him with my mouth - enjoying the feel of giving pleasure in that moment. I slid my mouth up and down, flicking him with my tongue, letting the icy water slide past my lips and coat him - enjoying the feel of the cold, the wet, the faint taste of saltiness.

I loved the taste of him, the feel of him in my mouth, the lustre of the experiencing something new with an old lover. I loved listening to him gasp and moan, hand in my hair - holding it back to better see me sucking him. I wanted to sear the image on his brain - hair falling seductively, eyes looking at him, hands and mouth on his body. I took my time - enjoying playing the game.

Arching his hips he pushed himself deeper into my mouth, forcing me to take all of him - in response I increased my pace - smiling at him with my eyes while my mouth was full of his cock.
I could feel him wanting more and more...I love that feeling of abandon as orgasm approaches, love to feel it and give it. He moved his hips in time with my mouth, making an involuntary noise with every thrust up...and my mouth quickly turned from cold to warm.

From Spark to Fire?

There is a distinct difference between fucking and an affair.

Fucking is temporary, emotionally anonymous. It is to embrace a moment of chaos, a stranger, a night. A brief vacation into another world with a temporary travel companion. In that space we are fucking machines: bodies not brains, lust not interest, caught up really in ourselves and not each other.

I won't do it the injustice of calling it perfunctory, I won't say it isn't lovely - it certainly is. In those insane nights you can find a sort of perfect bliss in the electricity, the heat and the sweat. But that momentary debauchery is not an affair. There is a temporary spark, but it is fleeting - no fire, no warmth beyond the skin on skin. This is no slow burn. It is brief: as quickly as it flares it fades.

An affair though, an affair is different. Sometimes, sometimes even the most consistently errant of wives finds that there is a moment, a night, a man where something just (ahem) slides into place. An affair is born in that moment. A fire starts. That brief spark extends to something more: a slow burn begins. Warmed beyond what we expected we begin to crave the affair. We sit in the cold of our everyday lives and mentally wrap ourselves in its luxurious heat to stave off the chill. We hold the memories, the ideas, the images in our heads like a warm cup of tea in our hands.

We begin to slowly throw logs on the fire: reaching our hands out towards the flames. Then we allow the fire to touch us. The flames slowly lick our bodies, our minds, our souls - and our normal lives become unbearably cold.

The forbidden, unasked but ever lurking question becomes: do we shiver softly or do we move toward that compelling heat? Do we wrap ourselves up in the emotional cashmere of the affair to stave off the cold of our days or do we risk a fiery destruction in an attempt to discover that we are, as we suspect, perhaps a Phoenix?

HNT: To Do Me List

Do you want to fascinate me? Compel me? Occupy a place in my head?

Invite me into your bed. Show me you want me. Let me show you how much I want you.

Invite me to play games. Blindfold me. Touch me. Take my picture. Make me cum.

Invite me into your mind. Delight me. Intrigue me. Tell me secrets.

Make me feel. Make me smile. Make me moan. Let me return the favour.


Happy HNT, dirty lovelies! I won't be around to say hello until tonight, but make sure to drop by Osbasso's and see who else is playing this week...and also stop by the other HNT.

He Said/She Said

I have to say...one of the best things about having a blog is that when you talk dirty to people you don't know on the Internet it is not 'cheating' or 'masturbation' - its 'writing' and' 'creative expression'. So, instead of 'wanking' and 'talking dirty' with the delightful Sage for the past couple of months, I have been 'co-authoring' a piece of 'erotica' with him. What follows is a he said/she said written back and forth paragraph by paragraph and it was definitely some of the best fun I have had in a while! The italics are me, the regular font the dirty and sexy Sage.
Enjoy, I know I did...

It was one of those gorgeous sultry and hot late afternoons and I was on vacation miles from home. By myself, no one I had to answer to, know one who knew me. It was a moment full of possibility. I sat at the bar and surveyed the patio, sipping my drink and contemplating my plans. My eyes wandered across the other late afternoon drinkers...and then they stopped. Who was that? Dark hair, sultry eyes, trouble in his smile. Oh yes indeed - all of sudden the evening held promise.

Our eyes met the instant I came in from the patio. That instant I knew I had to have you. Your blue eyes glimmered in the late afternoon sun. A small smile creased your perfect lips, as your eyes broke from mine, danced away and almost instantly found mine again. Empty stools on either side of you, no drinks on the bar except yours. Feigning supreme confidence I move toward you as I see you spin on your stool, your soft blond hair swishing with the motion as you turn your back to me. Was that a rejection? Only one way to find out."I see you saved me a stool Sunshine......" I say as my body brushes against you and I sit down.

I smile when I hear your voice - apparently my come hither worked. Hmmm, how subtle to be in this context? Away from home, no supervision - subtle isn't my best game in any event, "Sunshine?" I smile. "That's funny, no one has called me that before. Trouble, yes. Sunshine, no. And that seat is most definitely yours." You sit down and order your beer, turning those gorgeous eyes back to me. "You don't sound local, what are you here for?" "Work, maybe some pleasure" I press my knee against yours under the table, "what are you here for tonight?"

I feel your leg pressing against mine, I can't help feel an electric shock ran though me when it happened. "Nobody ever called you Sunshine before? Well, Sunshine, that's because you never knew a man like me, and likely never will again. Why am I here? Well I'm in town for work, had a meeting today and another one Monday, I figured I'd come down and watch the game on the big screen to keep from being bored in my room, alone..." When you leaned forward your little skirt inches ever so slightly up your thighs, revealing yet another inch of delectable flesh I very much want to touch.

A room alone? I thought. Just the information I was hoping for. You can't be telling me it by accident, can you? My policy has always been to ask for what you want, after all - by not asking the answer is already a 'no' - ask and you just might get a yes. I shift in my seat to get as close to you as possible. "You know, we could have another drink here...or you could show me your room."

Well now, it seems she knows what she wants. I am surely for "showing her my room" and some other things. "Well Sunshine, it is due for a cleaning anytime now, I usually don't worry about having them clean it but since I will be here for 2 more days I figured I better let them" I said. I can smell you now. Your hair, your perfume. The lines of your neck making me want to kiss you there, or bite you there. Your skirt has inched up again ever so slightly, making me crazy. I wonder what you're like out of that skirt. I wonder what is under it. I feel the stirrings in my loins. The cat and mouse game is on, I hope I know where this will end, or where the real fun will begin.

You walk me off the patio with your hand on the small of my back - when you first put it there it came with a little thrill of anticipation that shivered up and down my spine. Those first touches have an incomparable electricity. The air of anticipation around us as we make our way to your room is charged with possibility - once inside the door, your lips on mine, the tone shifts to one of pure lust. I can't believe how good it feels to have you touch me, how my control seemed to vanish almost instantly... when you bite my neck I know I am lost.

When we enter the room you turn to me, your head tilted up. Before the door can close my mouth lowers to yours and the heat of your kiss and desire contained there pushes me further toward the edge. My hands move across your ass to the backs of your thighs - I lift you and you wrap your legs around me as my mouth finds your neck. Your scent fills my head and your soft moans make me crazy. Your little body in my arms and your legs pulling me to you, I can feel your heart beating rapidly against my chest.

Oh god, the way your hands feel on my ass as you pull me against you. It is that moment, that moment I love - you know, when you are still fully clothed, but you could not be more turned on? When it is hot and urgent and unstoppable. You bring me further into the room, falling onto the bed with me on top of you - my lips moving up and down your neck, loving your smell, your skin - the feel of you. My tongue flicks your ear and you moan, wanting so much more.

Surely as you straddle me you can feel my cock hard in my jeans. Your skirt is up around your hips, being pantiless is a plus for sure from my perspective. Your mouth is covering mine as you unbutton my shirt. Your hips grinding into my covered hardness as I pull your shirt over your head. A flick and your bra is loose your breasts free. Goddamn you are sexy. I can feel the heat through the denim of my jeans. Finally getting my shirt undone I feel your hard nipples press against my chest.

I want you out of those pants...I want to unbutton them with my teeth and suck your cock. I am torn between doing just what we are doing in that moment - it feels so fucking good - and moving forward. I finally manage to get my head around getting beyond that initial sensation of lust and going forward to naked and sticky - I can't wait another second. I slide down you and unbutton your belt and pants, my mouth licking your my way down as I open them, smiling up at you with my dirty eyes as I take your cock in my mouth.

I watch you tease me, licking up and down my shaft. You are holding my cock straight up in your hand tracing the ridges and veins with your tongue, all the time looking into my eyes. Taking your hair in my hands I push my cock fully into your mouth. Guiding your head up and down by your hair, fucking your pretty mouth. Pushing your nose against my stomach I see your eyes start to water, holding you there, my cock pressing into the back of your throat. Such pretty eyes.

Mmmmm, God, I love the way you taste - just a inkling of saltiness as an appetizer. I love the feeling of sucking your cock while you look right at me. I like that you are testing my limits, seeing how much of you I can handle. In this mood, in this night, I can handle whatever you care to throw out - with enthusiasm - and I am happy to play.
My only question now: do you want me to make you cum with my mouth this first time or do you want more? I can imagine you fucking my mouth and I can imagine how you taste...and I also imagine you fucking me - the moment in my mind is hard, wet and utterly irresistible The only thing I know in this moment is that this night will not end soon...

After allowing you to blow me for a few minutes I pull you up on top of me by your hair. Still with a handful of your hair I pull you in to kiss me. Hard. My mouth covering yours, tongues dancing, biting your lip, kissing your neck, and back again to your mouth. Rolling you off of me onto your back my hand finds its way to your center. I find you very wet and hear you gasp as my fingers enter you. "I'm gonna eat your sweet little pussy now" I whisper in your ear and move directly between your legs. With my fingers inside you my mouth attacks your clit.

Oh God. I arch up into your very talented mouth, feel your fingers stroking me inside. With my hands on your shoulders I can't stop moving my hips, making noise. I can't think for wanting you inside me. I squeeze my hands on you, licking my lips: "fuck me, oh God, please fuck me."

"Not yet" I say, "I want you to cum for me Sunshine" . My fingers pushing faster inside you, my tongue rapidly flicking your clit. Your hips pushing against me. You are moaning louder and your breathing is rapid. Looking up at your face while I taste you I watch as you lick your lips and your eyes begin to flutter. "Cum for me baby" I moan. I really want you to cum on my fingers and tongue.

I give myself over to the moment, to you - to just allow myself to be pleasured. It feels incredible. I can't stop pushing myself, arching my body into your mouth- completely suspended on the brink - wanting. My mouth opens as though to scream, but the orgasm is so intense I can barely make noise - just gasps and "ah ah ah" - you meet my eyes and watch me cum while you feel me push against your tongue and fingers. The intensity of it leaves me limp, blurry around the edges, completely satisfied.

Kissing my way back up your body I allow you time to recover from your orgasm. "Tell me what you want" I whisper in your ear. My cock sliding between your wet lips. My weight is on you. I move my hips slightly pressing my hardness against your clit and moving it back and forth. Kissing your mouth I allow you to taste yourself on me. "Say it Sunshine... tell me what you want now..."

I pull your face back and give you my best dirty girl look..."fuck me," I say as I wrap my legs up around your hips. I feel you push into me and that moment is perfect, utterly flawless. We both can't help but exhale and sigh. I love the way you feel on top of me, inside me. You look me right in the eyes and smile...

I watch your sharp intake of breath as my cock pushes all the way inside you. Sliding fully in you before you could finish telling me what you wanted. You are so wet. I wonder if you actually feel me throbbing inside you. For a second or two I just look at you, damn your sexiness is unmatched. I now have a task, verbalized by you. If a fucking is what you want, a fucking I surely intend to deliver. You picked the exact right man for the job. Not wanting to wait any longer I start to pound inside you. I love to see your awesome breasts shake my body slaps against you. Hear your moans when I slam against you. Pushing your legs up to my shoulders I gain full access and increase the tempo of my thrusts. I take your hands and hold them firmly over your head while I fuck you hard and fast, punishing your willing cunt.

Willing indeed. I am gasping now with every thrust - all sensation: unable to stop the noises and the gasps. Moaning in unison with the slapping of skin and the noises of you, my temporary lover. I love that you are holding me down, that you are fucking me hard - that you seem to know exactly what I want. I can feel you pushed all the way inside me - fucking me to the hilt, to the brink and just exactly right. I wonder: is it impolite to cum again so quickly? All I know is I want to make you cum as hard as you made me...I want you to lose yourself in the moment - to be all pleasure...

Hearing, feeling and seeing you about to cum drives me faster. Faster I drive myself inside you. "Cum for me baby" I moan. Then my mouth covers yours. Kissing you hard. My orgasm is building. It won't be long now. If you cum I know you will milk me dry. Harder and faster I fuck you, pounding inside you, fucking you like I'm trying to hurt you. Knowing you are going to cum and I am too I ask "where do you want it Sunshine?"

I can't believe how much I like the way you are fucking me. I am suspended in that moment where I never want it to end...but I can't wait anymore...
I look you in the eyes, smile, bite my lip. "I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to be sticky with you..." God, I just want to get dirty.

I take your nipple between my teeth and my bite sends you over the edge. I can't tell if the moan/scream coming from deep inside you is pleasure or pain, and I don't care. I can feel you contracting around me as I feel my cock swell seconds before I cum. Harder I pound inside you. The moment of release is powerful, driving deep inside you I fill you with my seed. A sheen of sweat covers us both. As both of our orgasms subside I release your nipple and softly kiss your lips. Looking at you and again noting your perfect beauty I know I must have you again, and soon. "Gimme 10 minutes" I say as I roll off you...

I smile, "make it 5", and lay back with a sigh...

HNT: Tell Me How You Want Me

Will you come up to me from behind or from the front? Will you spread my legs and slide into me, nipping the back of my neck and whispering into my ear - telling me to arch my back to meet your thrusts? Or will you come in front of me and let me take you in my mouth: my lips and tongue on your cock, your hands in my hair? If you tell me how you want me, whisper it in my ear while you fuck me, I'll show you how I want you...



Happy HNT, darlings! Drop by on Osbasso to see who else is playing and make sure to check out the Other HNT.

Group Post: The Door Shut Behind Me

He told me to come in when I knocked. The door shut behind me and he walked into the hall completely naked: "I figure, what's the point in getting dressed..."

I confess to giggling just a little - but then I realized the simple brilliant forethought and smiled: "I agree." I do so adore a man who knows what he wants.

He had his hands on me in two steps and kissed me in that same moment - I like to think the kiss meant he had missed me somehow. It was intense and enthusiastic and I was immediately where he was. It had been too long...

Maybe it violates my post-emotional slut stance, but I wanted him to be delighted to see me again - I was extremely pleased that life had brought him back into town for a few days.

He pushed me back against the wall and took his mouth off mine long enough to whisper in my ear, "maybe you should shut the door." Apparently the door had not shut behind me entirely - for good measure I locked it as well. An errant wife can't be too careful - although who walks unannounced into hotel rooms is beyond me.

He kissed my neck when I turned to lock the door, I fumbled a little, distracted - when he knew he had all my attention again he kissed my shoulders, my collarbone, my neck - hitting that spot on my neck that you feel right between the legs. I had my hands on his back, his hips, his ass - taking in the feel of skin.

My clothes were off within minutes - panties, clothes and bra littering the hallway floor. This was not an occasion for a slow start - thank god. I put one of my legs around his hip and he slid into me. God. I made that gentle noise - the one that is half sigh and half moan - and he breathed out, both of us reveling in that first moment of connection.

I was utterly lost in that moment - I became only the sum of touches, only existing as pleasure, as desire. Sometimes it is hard to forget yourself, to just give over to the body - to the physical. This was one of those moments in which I was able to do so, and God, it felt good - I love to fuck with abandon.

Then he turned me around "bend over", (two of my very favourite words, in case you were wondering) and he pushed himself into me while I braced myself on a chair. He held my hips in his hands and I could hear him breathing, making those little fucking noises he makes. I could hear the sound of me moaning. I arched my back and felt ever so slightly like a cat lying in a patch of sun being patted just right.

He walked me to the bedroom, "time to move I think." I followed, the expression on my face very much that of a sloppy-eyed, hair mussed woman in lust: "whatever you say."

"Really?" he smiled, "those are dangerous words." He lay me down, looked at me: "I think you just want to get fucked."

It was a good evening...

This is another one of our group posts, the topic was suggested by the delightful Veronica.

Drop by and see what's behind the other bloggers doors: the Duchess, Hubman, Veronica, Sheba, Ms Scarlett, Aurore, Topaz, Enchanted Mistress, Petal, Ronjazz, Autumn, Britni, Library Vixen, Eden's Dragon, Submissively Me, Danimo and Lolita, and Barefoot Dreamer.


We will be doing a group post every month on the 15th - if you want to play as well, drop me an email.

Group Post?

Next group post is going to be this Wednesday - the 15th. The topic is Veronica's suggestion of starting with the line: "The Door Shut Behind... (me, you, us)"

If you want to play and be linked by the group that is writing drop me an email at polly_amorous(at)hotmail(dot)com

HNT: Bare

I am in the mood to be bare. Softly, quietly bare. Stroked, caressed, touched. Fucked softly, luxuriously - time taken, moments extended, joy created.

Happy HNT, my loves - I hope you will all take the time to be luxuriously bare today...

Drop by on Osbasso and see who else is beautifully bare.

He flies through my pants with the greatest of ease...

I love a man who smacks you on the ass without being told. You might have thought that I wasn't the kind of girl who fucks with spanking on the first date. You thought wrong.

I met the acrobat last week. Needless to say, it went well. Cirque du soleil sex well.

We got to his room and it was on, baby, on. It was hot, it was hard, it was now and I want it and OH FUCK YES. He kissed me against the wall as the door shut, all the way to the bed - intense, hot, weeks of text foreplay and two hours of innuendo over drinks waiting to be fulfilled. My shirt and shoes did not even make it past the hallway.

He practically pushed me on the bed: not subtle, not unexpected, and certainly not unwanted. When he pretty much jumped beside me I had a sense of where the evening was headed. He kissed me intensely, rolled me on top of him - all hands and mouths. It was me on top, him on top, him beside. I had his shirt off immediately and he was working on my belt. Foreplay is all well and good - but two hours of coy looks and subtle hints can provide more than enough foreplay for me. He had me wet an hour before we got to the room. The time for waiting had passed.

He threw my clothes to the side, I took his pants off right away. He pushed me on my back, spread my legs, smiled, "do you want it?" "Yes, I want it - fuck me." This was not love making, there was no pretence of seduction - this was hard, yes, now, in the moment, fuck now yes!

He smiled again - mischief in his eyes and jumped up - flipping me over and pulling my ass to the edge of the bed in what seemed like a very fluid motion to a slightly intoxicated errant wife. And again there he was, fucking me - fucking me hard with the occasional smack on my ass and his hand pulling my hair. OH GOD YES, I said. Maybe too loudly. (I don't know, is it too loud when you can hear the people in the next room giggle? Or is that just loud enough?)

He had me panting, arching backing towards him and delighting. I could not get enough and I did not think it could get any better. Then he switched it up again...he rolled me on my back, took my feet and put them in the middle of his chest. Then he pushed my knees together and slid right back inside me. OH MY GOD! I said again, much to the amusement of the people in the next room. OHMYGODOHYGODOHMYGOD! I think I actually may have screamed.

I was limp with the intensity of the moment. I smiled at him with my dirty cat eyes, "my turn." I pushed him on his back and slid over him. I love a man that will actually let you make him cum - one who doesn't need to be the master of his destiny and lets you take him there. He arched up to meet me as I took my turn to fuck him - eyes on my eyes, smile on his face and mine. He gasped when he came and then pulled me down to him so we could collapse in a sweaty, sated heap.

A few minutes later, lying tangled in the sheet he said: "I'm sorry about all the acrobatics."

Dude, are you fucking kidding me?

HNT: Come on Over...

And over and over...please....

I wish you a very happy HNT, dirty darlings. Swing on by Osbasso's and see who else is playing....and also hop on by the other HNT.