Archive for February, 2006

Cry for help

Posted in minx with tags on February 26, 2006 by evilminx

A short request, and appeal to your compassionate natures.

This isn’t the first time i’ve asked you all to help a fellow blogger in distress, but the need is no less great the second time around.

Please go and visit O at Eros, Logos, and do what you can to help. If you can donate, please do. If you can only afford to donate support — that’s also good.

And tell her the Minx sent you. Thanks so much.

Eat shit, Miss Chatty.

Posted in minx with tags on February 25, 2006 by evilminx

I had a lovely surprise the other day.

The Minxdom got reviewed by the lovely Vamp of Jane’s Guide.

You may have noticed my new bright and shiny flashing icon over there in the sidebar. *Minxy happy dance*

Here is the verdict of our trip through (decent, worthy, considered and well written) reviewdom.

This blog is the online journal of a woman in a (currently) unfulfilling marriage who talks about her life, fantasies, affairs, attempts at therapy, and erotic creations in a very engaging and emotional style. Her erotic writing is very hot (and frequently romantic), but I found that her very human and open discussion of her feelings about being involved in a difficult marriage and experiencing the tremendous highs and lows associated with affairs to be even more fascinating. – Vamp

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I will explain the title of this post. Some of you may already know what happened to make me feel this way, and have been supportive enough to ignore the occurrence as the rantings of a repressed and pathetic attention-seeking hussy. (Her, not me. Oy vey!)

Something happened a few months ago that I completely ignored, on an “it’s better not to feed the trolls basis”. The Miss Chatty “review” site gave EOTOS a review that was basically a refusal to review, because I’d submitted more than once. Which I admit to, but since there is no notification or acknowledgement of receipt of submission for review, is, I think, particularly pathetic.

Miss Chatty is well-known as a bitchy site giving bitchy reviews. They do occasionally review with an open mind and with some sense of perspective, but from what I can tell, due to the fickle nature of their reviewers, if one of them got out of bed on the wrong side or missed the last doughnut in the kitchenette on the morning of a review, you’ve had it.

Anyway, they refused to review the Minxdom, but then proceeded to make bitchy and unpleasant comments about it in the comments section of the refusal post.

Most of the comments were so subjective and stupid, that it was laughable — and laugh was exactly what I did. One comment, however, stuck in my craw. I even remember the exact phrasing:

“Oo. Erotica. The [insert pathetic title] bitch loves erotica. Euw. Bad erotica. The [insert pathetic title] bitch hates bad erotica.”

I mostly managed to laugh this comment off also. After all, Minxy posts — of erotica, if I need to specify — had even then already been linked by Bacchus of Eros Blog, and Fleshbot. Both Sam Sugar and Sabrina had commented privately in a most complimentary fashion to me about the nature of my submissions to Sugasm (then Bloggasm). Viviane and Figleaf had seen fit to independently link to EOTOS (I was very flattered at that, btw…) as had many others.

These are all people with intelligence, wit, charm and good looks — obviously. (Heh.) But they all also represent other less ass-kissy qualities, and the opinion is widely held within the blogging community: worthwhile reading, high quality and that they all definitely know their shit when it comes to sex.

As I say, this helped me get past the initial “what the fuck??!” of my reaction.

But then I thought, okay. These particular review people are, in my opinion, utterly worthless. Their style is that of catty sadists to play in public, high school style (thanks Sabrina!) which I could forgive, had I not seen the disgraceful, moralistic and judgmental fuck-up of a guilt-trip that they — completely misguidedly and with scant possession of the facts — threw at Deadly Female. Once I saw that, I had no interest in hearing anything they had to say. I de-linked them then , and I have purposely not linked to them through this article. They have enough publicity to satisfy their over-inflated egos and respective sense of self-importance. If you really want to find them, google.

So I submitted EOTOS to Jane’s. A well respected and well written reviewer of sites associated with sex — blogs and otherwise. Known throughout the blogging community as such, and considered the “Which” (UK consumer quality assurance magazine) of sex site reviewers.

And the result is above. Bad erotica indeed. Eat shit, Miss Chatty. And bite me when you’re done.

Fantasy 1 (Part II)

Posted in minx with tags on February 22, 2006 by evilminx

Continued from here.

Martin stood, and took me in his arms, holding me close for a moment, before laying me on the bed. He followed suit immediately, lying next to me, cuddling up to me. I could feel his velvety hard cock, nestling happily into my thigh, as his lips kissed me over and over; my mouth, my neck, my ears and down to my shoulder.

I felt a warm mouth kiss my other shoulder, as Jack snuggled into the other side of me. Martin’s hand crept between my thighs as Jack’s caressed my breasts. I felt so wanted, so loved and so pampered… and I also wanted to show my appreciation. Each of my hands ventured out to the side, feeling their way until each encountered a hot, hard and velvety cock. Both men exhaled and sighed almost simultaneously, and very appreciatively, both increasing their activities.

Jack’s hand left my breast and in a slow languorous motion swept over me until it came to rest, first on my hip, softly burrowing underneath me until it found my crack. His deft and agile fingers stroked me, up and down, until they reached my anus and began to gently probe.

Martin’s hand covered my mound, his fingers reaching beneath and feeling inside my slit, teasing my clit until it was engorged and so, so ready. I gasped aloud at the combined sensations, relieved that I was lying down this time, since I knew that my legs did not have anything like the required strength to support me during this dual onslaught.

I could feel both sets of fingers moving within me, as I continued to stroke and tease their cocks, pannier-like at each side of me, both growing harder and more aroused with each touch. I curled both sets of my fingers downwards in a cluster formation, and starting at the shaft of each, brought my nails all the way up to its respective head… to rapturous sighs and moans of joy. In unison, while they whimpered, they each paid homage to the nearest breast, suckling and tonguing the aureole, nibbling and nipping the nipple, causing my the nerve endings on my G-spot to edge closer and closer to a firework display of orgasmic bliss…

It finally hit me, engulfed me and overwhelmed me. I felt myself catapulted into a realm of which I had no prior knowledge. The accumulated ministrations of Jack’s fingers in my anus and Martin’s in my pussy had combined to bring on a force nine-screaming banshee- earth shattering orgasm that literally shook me to my core. As I trembled and shuddered, the kissing and nuzzling of my neck and shoulders took on a new intense tenderness, and I could tangibly feel the love and affection with which I was so obviously surrounded.

And there I lay, a beautiful man on each side of me. Two beautiful horny men. Two beautiful horny and aroused men, each of whom I desperately wanted to pleasure.

I raised myself up on one elbow, and looked Martin in the eye. He can read my eyes better than anyone else on the planet, and immediately guessed what I had in mind. He sat up momentarily, and shifted his position so that his head was at the opposite end to where it had just been.

I shifted onto my side, away from Jack, but reaching back to hold on to him with my arm. I pulled him towards me, and together we guided his cock into me from behind, he having caught on pretty quickly where this was all going. Martin shuffled himself down towards me until my mouth was level with his cock, which I then willingly took in my open and waiting mouth.

Jack pushed into me from behind, holding my hips and bucking against me, our joint excitement growing as we found our mutual rhythm and ground against each other to its irrestistible cadence.

Simultaneously, I could feel Martin’s excitement grow in my mouth, as I teased and tickled his beautiful cock in my mouth… tonguing him; grazing my teeth up his shaft; sucking hard, and then releasing; biting down firmly but gently every once in a while… I knew I was driving him wild with desire and arousal — I have always been able to blow his mind, so to speak, but I felt on this occasion that I had surpassed myself. That somehow, on some level, he was feeling it with more intensity and clarity than usual.

I felt Jack stiffen into my back, as Martin’s balls rose against my chin, and I knew I was about to witness a dual orgasm; it occurred to me how fitting an end it was for an evening that had been so gorgeously and evenly divided, to have both men who had pleasured me so beautifully achieve release at the same time, and with such intensity. The idea was positively orgasmic in itself, and I could feel my fire rise empathetically within me once more.

With a groan and a shudder from Jack, and an “Oh my darling, I love you so much” from Martin, they both came … and came… and came…

Collapsed and exhausted, we lay there, panting and sated. Exhausted, exhilarated, and very very happy. A tumble of soft, intertwined limbs, still lying close, still caressing each other, still exhaling and retreating from the orgasmic abyss…

I smiled, utterly contented. I kissed Jack softly on the mouth, then turned to Martin and kissed him.

“I love you so much,” I told him. “This was absolutely wonderful, and you know how I loved it. How I’ll top this for your birthday this year I have no idea.”

He nibbled on my neck affectionately. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “Your presence is all the presents I need.”

Which explains why I love him as I do. With all my heart. And this man, my ultimate love, had created the ultimate fantasy for me.

Which you have just read.

Fantasy 1 (Part I)

Posted in minx with tags on February 20, 2006 by evilminx

Surveying the scene, it looked like a bomb had hit it. A sex bomb… but you knew that was what I meant.

The tranquil peace and quiet of a Sunday morning was hushed and still… all-pervading, all enveloping. No church bell rang outside yet to shatter the calm. And there I stood, regarding the scene with both a cool head and a bleary eye. If the furniture in here could talk, it would be squawking in indignation at the way it had been pounded and bounced upon last night. A fun time had definitely been had by all.

I cast my mind back to the beginning of the previous evening’s events, when I’d arrived home to find my two favourite men, sitting and sharing a beer, as soft music played in the dimly lit living room. Martin, my husband, looked up, and upon seeing me, arose and walked over to greet me with a passionate embrace, as he always does. My best friend, Jack, lounged back in an easy chair, grinning his sweet smile and drinking his beer.

I love my husband with all my heart, not to mention my body, my soul and my mind. Never was there such a warm, affectionate, loving person with such a marked taste for sexual adventure. He is, as someone once said to me, the one in a million for me.

He kissed me, long and deeply passionately, and then pulled away, holding my face between his hands and looking deeply into my eyes.

“I’ve arranged a special surprise for you,” he said.

“Mmmm.” I replied. “Do elaborate, darling. I love surprises.”

“Well,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine, “consider the fantasy of which you have often spoken to me…”

I resisted the urge to giggle and remind him of his promise to bathe me in diamonds, as I saw something in his eyes that piqued my interest. The penny dropped, and my eyes grew wide with wonder.

“No. You didn’t..? You haven’t..? Really? You did? You have?”

“Yes,” he smiled that winning grin that never fails to make my toes curl. “As a belated birthday present, I will make your ultimate fantasy: two men pleasuring you simultaneously, a reality.”

* * *

Mere minutes later, I found myself in a hot, scented bathtub, that Martin had thoughtfully drawn for me. Candles surrounded the edge of the oversized tub, and I lay my head back on the side, as I felt the splash and thump of two bodies joining me in there.

Purposely I didn’t open my eyes until the splashing had stopped and the jumble of arms and legs, had resolved itself into the three bodies it originally was. A hand began to stroke my thigh, and another to massage my foot… and yet another to stroke my breast.

I was in heaven already, and yet I knew that this was only the beginning.

I leaned to my right, and kissed Martin on the lips; the kiss growing bolder and more passionate as it continued. We broke, and I looked him in the eye again… I never tired of admiring that crystal blue twinkle. They were two of his best assets, and he knew how to make them speak to me, with no need for words.

As if to show he felt excluded, Jack leaned over toward me, and kissed me softly. Jack and I had been friends for years, for longer than I’d known my husband. We’d had a fling a long long time ago, but that was dead and buried. I’d never made any secret of the fact that he was an attractive-looking man, but beyond that long-ago tryst, we’d only ever been fast friends. Kissing him was like a long-forgotten childhood snack — sweet, delectable and to be savoured on the tongue for as long as I could.

Martin took my other foot in his hands, dried it off with a handy towel, and brought it to his lips. He kissed my big toe, and licked it, kissing all along the row of toes and sucking them alternately. Jack broke from our kiss, only to move his lips onto my neck and along my shoulder. His hand snaked onto my breast again, caressing it, playing with the nipple until it was so hard it could cut glass, and then squeezing it… not too hard, but enough to make me squeal with delight.

Martin took one hand, as Jack took the other, and they both helped me to my feet and out of the bath. I was enfolded within a huge fluffy bath sheet, and towelled vigorously until I felt my skin tingling all over. Jack drew me to him, all wrapped up like a parcel, and slowly unwrapped me, kissing each piece of skin he uncovered.

I felt Martin kneel down behind me, and begin paying homage to my ass… he knew what it would do to me, and I whimpered with desire. Then Jack knelt in front of me and I felt my knees buckle as he began to caress my mound expertly with his fingers and his tongue.

“I… I can’t stand up..” I whispered, completely overwhelmed with sensation.

Martin stood, and took me in his arms, holding me close for a moment, before laying me on the bed.

To be continued

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Don’t…

Posted in minx with tags on February 12, 2006 by evilminx

Don’t give me that look. Those beautiful blue eyes, imploring, pleading, begging. I can’t stay. I wish I could. You know I can’t.

Oh alright; five more minutes.

Don’t do that. Don’t run your finger down my face so gently and under my chin. You know it’ll make me want to brush my lips to yours fleetingly, and then settle into a deeply passionate kiss.

Oh, well. If I must, I suppose I mmmmmmmm….

Don’t hold me close to you in that way.

Oh you know exactly what way I mean. Don’t be cute.

That way that lets me feel your heart against mine. That way that makes me just want to lean all the way into you, and be absorbed into you… and then lie next to you forever, closer than close, breathing in your very essence.

Ohhhh.

Don’t — definitely, don’t run your finger down my back like that. You make every nerve ending in my spine stand on end with desire. You send tingles of joy all over me. You send the last vestiges of innocent woman left in my psyche scurrying for the hills, and you know what that leads to…

Don’t kiss my neck like that… I’ll only find myself nibbling on yours… oh, god… not my breasts… no… not while you kiss my neck… no woman could resist a touch such as yours… certainly not while you caress my breasts and murmur sweet nothings into my neck… no fair… no fair… no…. no… no…. oh yes….

Don’t as-if-unintentionally-but-we-both-know-it’s-on-purpose hold the bulge of your hot hard cock against my thigh like that. There’s only so much a girl can resist. How do you expect me to restrain myself? How can I not reach down to stroke it, like a small and eager lapdog, feeling it bristle with joy as I do? Tell me, what do you want from me?

You see? I told you. I knew this would happen. Now I’m half-undressed and headed lips-first for your cock. Don’t. Don’t. I haven’t got time for this, I must go, there’s a meeting, I have to go, I’ll be late for my mmmmmmm…

Oh god… no… you can’t do that… I’ll never leave if you do that…

oh god… your tongue…. oh, your neck… oh, your teeth…. oh, my god.

oh…. oh…. my clit…. oh, oh your hands… oh, oh your lips… oh, oh ohhhh….

oh, my lips…. oh, your cock… oh, oh, your balls…

oh god… oh yes… yes…. yes…. YES.

Don’t… don’t…. don’t….

….ever stop.

Don’t…

Posted in minx with tags on February 12, 2006 by evilminx

Don’t give me that look. Those beautiful blue eyes, imploring, pleading, begging. I can’t stay. I wish I could. You know I can’t.

Oh alright; five more minutes.

Don’t do that. Don’t run your finger down my face so gently and under my chin. You know it’ll make me want to brush my lips to yours fleetingly, and then settle into a deeply passionate kiss.

Oh, well. If I must, I suppose I mmmmmmmm….

Don’t hold me close to you in that way.

Oh you know exactly what way I mean. Don’t be cute.

That way that lets me feel your heart against mine. That way that makes me just want to lean all the way into you, and be absorbed into you… and then lie next to you forever, closer than close, breathing in your very essence.

Ohhhh.

Don’t — definitely, don’t run your finger down my back like that. You make every nerve ending in my spine stand on end with desire. You send tingles of joy all over me. You send the last vestiges of innocent woman left in my psyche scurrying for the hills, and you know what that leads to…

Don’t kiss my neck like that… I’ll only find myself nibbling on yours… oh, god… not my breasts… no… not while you kiss my neck… no woman could resist a touch such as yours… certainly not while you caress my breasts and murmur sweet nothings into my neck… no fair… no fair… no…. no… no…. oh yes….

Don’t as-if-unintentionally-but-we-both-know-it’s-on-purpose hold the bulge of your hot hard cock against my thigh like that. There’s only so much a girl can resist. How do you expect me to restrain myself? How can I not reach down to stroke it, like a small and eager lapdog, feeling it bristle with joy as I do? Tell me, what do you want from me?

You see? I told you. I knew this would happen. Now I’m half-undressed and headed lips-first for your cock. Don’t. Don’t. I haven’t got time for this, I must go, there’s a meeting, I have to go, I’ll be late for my mmmmmmm…

Oh god… no… you can’t do that… I’ll never leave if you do that…

oh god… your tongue…. oh, your neck… oh, your teeth…. oh, my god.

oh…. oh…. my clit…. oh, oh your hands… oh, oh your lips… oh, oh ohhhh….

oh, my lips…. oh, your cock… oh, oh, your balls…

oh god… oh yes… yes…. yes…. YES.

Don’t… don’t…. don’t….

….ever stop.

Meme’d by the Deadly Female

Posted in minx with tags on February 8, 2006 by evilminx

Four movies you would watch over and over:

  • Grease
  • Young Frankenstein
  • Tootsie
  • Singin’ in the rain
    (I can’t count)
  • Private Benjamin
  • Pulp Fiction
  • Blazing Saddles
  • Shrek

Four places you have lived:

  • Cambridge
  • London
  • Kibbutz
  • University halls of residence

Four TV shows you love to watch

  • Casualty
  • Little Britain
  • Vicar of Dibley
  • Lost
    (I still can’t count)
  • Two pints of lager and a packet of crisps
  • American Idol auditions — damn, that is some hilarious shit.

Four places you have been on vacation

  • Philadelphia
  • Barcelona
  • Amsterdam
  • New York

Four websites you visit daily (apart from Deadly Female who is naturally included)

Actually — as well as all of those, i will always try to visit anyone on my blogroll with an update. I have even been known to search through the comments to see why they appear as updated but no new post is shown…

Plus the few people on my blogroll whose blogs don’t register an update on the blogroll. Because, you know, that’d be too fucking easy. Crazy, Alex and Suze … i’m talking to you. Don’t pretend you don’t know, turning away and looking all cute and innocent. No, no.

Four of your favorite foods

  • Rare, juicy steak
  • Anything garlicky
  • Sushi (tuna or salmon)
  • Any salmon — smoked, fresh baked… mmm. Yum.

Three bloggers you are tagging:
I did a meme recently, so i’m wondering to myself who i should tag. People often see it as a chore. I rather like memes, you get to find out some really weird shit about people.

Of course, sometimes it’s a major case of waaaaaaay TMI…

I tag the Gnat’s Trumpet as penance for the cliffhangers and making us wait, and Filthy Rotten Angel, because i love her.

Oh, and the Corporal because i know it’ll piss him off and make him rant… and i LOVE when he rants.