Archive for September, 2006

Forgiveness

Posted in minx with tags on September 29, 2006 by evilminx

This time of year is usually a very reflective and pensive time for me. 2006 is no different.

A year ago, things were very different for me. In fact, I think it’s safe to say that after a stagnation period of about 8 years, the ensuing two years have been a rollercoaster ride of change, emotion, betrayal, hurt, revelation, love, lust, sex, personal growth and increasing maturity.

Amazing how a person can grow up at the age of 36.

It is Yom Kippur on Monday, and true to my faith i will be fasting. I am not a religious or observant Jew in many ways but this is the one day in the calendar that i do keep, albeit in my own way. I refrain from eating, and sex (ha! fat chance) and wearing leather apparel (which for me means shoes, you perverted and debase bunch of debauchees), and i spend the day in quiet reflection of the past year, and how I behaved to others, and what I’ve done and how i could improve, and so on.

I also ask forgiveness from those close to me for any wrong-doing on my part, any small offences, any tactless slip of the tongue…. anything i have done to cause harm in anyway to those about whom i care deeply.

One of the blessings of this blog is that while my statistics don’t come anywhere near the numbers garnered by other bloggy friends of mine (AAG, for example, or ArtfulDodger, or O), i do have a dedicated group of blogpals, who read me when i have something to say, and upon whose blogs i will reciprocally comment.

I often wax lyrical here about how i love you all. I am quite sincere. I do, really. You mean more to me than you know, and share a very special place in my heart that i reserve for those closest to me in the *real* world. I classify you all as those nearest and dearest to my heart.

This post is, on this one, isolated occasion, only for you guys. Not that anyone else is prevented from reading, but the people to whom I am writing know who they are. They all currently figure on my blogroll, so there’s a little clue.

If i have done anything to offend you, or harm you, or upset you in any way over the last year, please forgive me. I would never have done so intentionally, and it would pain me deeply to know i had caused you grief of any shape or description. You have all been so wonderful to me, especially over the last year, and i am deeply grateful and feel very blessed to know you.

All of you.

Always your,
Minx

Never mind the bollocks, here’s some reality

Posted in blogger, icons, minx with tags , , , on September 21, 2006 by evilminx

Well, hey there, y’all.

Finally, i can say “never mind the bollocks” and mean it.

Blogger have solved their itinerant problems with commenting. I can comment! You can see my gloriously sexy, ArtfulDodger-designed icon again, displayed o’er there on the right. Joy!

And they have a new tag label box. Stylish! No more fumbling around with the HTML required for technorati tags. Happy, happy, joy, joy.

So today, i am home, working (paid work), and working (housework) on preparing dinner for a whole bunch of people for tomorrow night. Yes, once again, Jewish New Year has rolled around and it’s chopped liver time! I make a wicked chopped liver — so yummy it borders on the foie gras, in my not-so-humble opinion. (Pursuit, get your shiny heinie over here and give it the seal of epicurean excellence. I trust no other as i trust you, in these matters.)

But for now, I’m writing you all… because I’m all about the procrastination. And it makes you think, a landmark of this nature. If i had known now what i didn’t know a year ago… blah, blah, blah.

No, seriously:

I didn’t know last year how many friends i had. It adds up, you know. I am a very fortunate Minx.

I didn’t know last year that i could feel what i felt during this year.

I wasn’t cognisant of how mistaken i had been, and what a narrow and lucky escape I’d had.

I wasn’t aware how treacherous some people can be, nor how evil.

I wasn’t aware of how strong the ties that bind a true friendship really are. Nor that i was blessed enough to have such good friends in my life. You know who you are — all of you.

I learned how to enjoy my children in the last year, more than ever. I would post a picture, so you can see how adorably cute they are (cough cough when they’re asleep cough cough), but you know, I respect their privacy and everything…. so it aint gonna happen.

I predict that, for me at least, the coming year will be full of challenges and changes, rocky roads, bends in the road, and with any luck, light at the end of the tunnel. Check back this time next year, let’s see where we are.

But i must reassure you of one thing: I am going nowhere. I’m still here. I’m not scared. I am ready to face whatever life throws at me, and smack it the hell back.

With attitude.

Never mind the bollocks, here’s some reality

Posted in minx with tags on September 21, 2006 by evilminx

Well, hey there, y’all.

Finally, i can say “never mind the bollocks” and mean it.

Blogger have solved their itinerant problems with commenting. I can comment! You can see my gloriously sexy, ArtfulDodger-designed icon again, displayed o’er there on the right. Joy!

And they have a new tag label box. Stylish! No more fumbling around with the HTML required for technorati tags. Happy, happy, joy, joy.

So today, i am home, working (paid work), and working (housework) on preparing dinner for a whole bunch of people for tomorrow night. Yes, once again, Jewish New Year has rolled around and it’s chopped liver time! I make a wicked chopped liver — so yummy it borders on the foie gras, in my not-so-humble opinion. (Pursuit, get your shiny heinie over here and give it the seal of epicurean excellence. I trust no other as i trust you, in these matters.)

But for now, I’m writing you all… because I’m all about the procrastination. And it makes you think, a landmark of this nature. If i had known now what i didn’t know a year ago… blah, blah, blah.

No, seriously:

I didn’t know last year how many friends i had. It adds up, you know. I am a very fortunate Minx.

I didn’t know last year that i could feel what i felt during this year.

I wasn’t cognisant of how mistaken i had been, and what a narrow and lucky escape I’d had.

I wasn’t aware how treacherous some people can be, nor how evil.

I wasn’t aware of how strong the ties that bind a true friendship really are. Nor that i was blessed enough to have such good friends in my life. You know who you are — all of you.

I learned how to enjoy my children in the last year, more than ever. I would post a picture, so you can see how adorably cute they are (cough cough when they’re asleep cough cough), but you know, I respect their privacy and everything…. so it aint gonna happen.

I predict that, for me at least, the coming year will be full of challenges and changes, rocky roads, bends in the road, and with any luck, light at the end of the tunnel. Check back this time next year, let’s see where we are.

But i must reassure you of one thing: I am going nowhere. I’m still here. I’m not scared. I am ready to face whatever life throws at me, and smack it the hell back.

With attitude.

Sugasm 46

Posted in minx with tags on September 13, 2006 by evilminx

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top three posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #47? Of course you do. Doesn’t everyone?

Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week, and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Body Image & Sex Work (http://lipstickexplosion.com)
“Then, I thought about myself in that playspace, obsessing over how to present my body, while the client, evidently, was enthralled.”

The Fever is Real (http://theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
“This was Dior’s way to lay down the gauntlet for Matthew… ‘I’m ready. I’m hot. I’m panting with desire. I’m gorgeous and sexy – come fuck me.’”

Just What You’re Missing (http://sabrinainstockings.com)
“That’s when I lean forward and kiss along your jawline… slow hungry pressings of soft lips and hot breath with just the barest hint of tongue.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Book Review: ‘Fresh: Girls of Seduction’ by Dave Naz (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice
Having Myself All to Myself (http://www.TaraTainton.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Second Week Without a Functional Computer Of My Own….. (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
Where are the manners? (http://cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)
Would you sleep with a virgin? (http://edinerotica.blogspot.com)

Sex Work
Panty Tree (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)

Sex News and Sexy Reviews
Clone A Willy Moulding Vibrator Kit (http://www.orgasmarmy.com)
The Man With Two Penises (http://www.quirkysex.com/blog)
Sex Toy Designer Spotlight: Lelo Interview (http://sultry.naughtyblog.net)
The Three Best Girl-on-Girl Pornos of All Time (http://blog.johnqafterhours.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Back in His Arms (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Fare Amore (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)
Grrl’s Night Out (http://xantasia.blogspot.com)
Guest blogger: “Dessert” (http://emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com)
How we spent our Anniversary! (http://dontwakethekids.blogspot.com)
Just for the taste of her…(part one) (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com)
The long hard weekend f*ck (http://dirtyandthirty.blogspot.com)
More Hot Wife Memories (http://marriedtoahotwife.blogspot.com/)
Need (http://www.kingdomofmean.com/sheets/)
Shower in the shower (http://solostories.blogspot.com)

NSFW Pics
Blonde Bombshell Jurgita Valts (http://www.thesexbox.com/blog)
Cowgirl HNT (http://texasspitfire.blogspot.com)
Gauge (http://www.internetisforporn.com)
Half-Nekkid in the Bible Belt (http://www.TarasNaughtyShop.com)
Happy naughty panties HNT! (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Sexy upskirt in kitchen (http://upskirtr.blogspot.com)

BDSM and Fetish
Back School, Back To Books, Back to “SchoolGirls’” Dirty Looks (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
Dishonourable discharge (http://assistantmistress.blogspot.com)
Fiction: Grocery Dom (http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com)
How to make her body betray her… (http://everythingoze.blogspot.com)
On Shade45 With DJ Whoo Kid and Crew (http://www.caramelvixen.com/vixen-blog)
Playing hookie (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)
Sassy me (and domesticity) (http://aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Spanking and Brass Bands (http://www.spankingwriters.com)
Tales From Under The Desk, Part 11 (http://thebinside.blogspot.com)

Bollocks

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

Yes. I did it. I switched to Blogger Beta.

Beat me about the head with some gold-spray-painted palm leaves, and handful of Heinz tinned spaghetti. (Or, as the young Minxette will insist on calling it, “pisketti”.)

I am a fool. Apparently the inclusion of the word “Beta” in the actual fucking name of the product wasn’t a big enough clue for your blonde-and-now-constantly-kicking-herself Minx.

Not only can I no longer comment on non-Blogger-Beta blogs — and having to fanny around using the “Other” option is a huge fucking pain in the ass, let me assure you — but apparently no one can comment on me either. Gah!

Because, you know, my life doesn’t suck ENOUGH.

I know because several people tried to comment their opinion of my friend’s piece on the previous post, but ended up emailing me saying “We can’t do it. Blogger SUCKS!”.

Amen, brothers and sisters.

I am, for the first time, seriously considering migrating the Minxdom to somewhere else, like WordPress or TypePad. I did try Live Journal once, but it was an awful, horrible and ultimately terrifying experience that left me clinging frantically to my laptop from my safe place under my desk, where i quietly gibbered in terror.

“Gibber, gibber.”

Frankly I’d rather swim in a pool of my own vomit than use LiveJournal. ‘Nuff said. It was like existing in a dream sequence straight out of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks. Although, as long as I don’t get molested by BOB, I’m fine with that.

Anyway, the practical upshot is that I’m opening up my comments section again. You no longer have to be a Blogger blogger to post there.

And hopefully this will end my dearth of comments. Not that I’m a comment whore — except, of course, that I am, although not as ridiculously so as some — but my friend really wanted to hear opinions as to whether his style of erotica cut the mustard.

Which is the weirdest euphemism i ever heard for *that*, but whattayagonnado?

Oh, and by the way. For those of you who think they could beat me in a nosiness contest (and good luck to you, i am RIDICULOUSLY if un-intrusively nosey) or for those who think they know me far better than they actually do: the friend in question is a very good friend of mine, whom i met through another good friend.

FACT: He is not G.

FACT: He is not the Muse.

FACT: He is a very good friend who likes my writing. And i like his. Enormously. (His writing, you incurable perverts. Not that I’m knocking being perverted…)

Oh, and one other FACT. The piece was NOT written about me. Proof: I have not, nor will i ever, own or wear a matching leopardskin bra and pantie set. For one thing, they don’t make it in “Industrial Scaffolding” size. For another, sorry my friend, but leopardskin? Euw.

FEH. (And while this has possibly alienated half my wild-cat-printed underwear-wearing reader base, i stand by this. Until i pass out from over-imbibing the single malt.)

So there you go, faithful and beloved readership. Oh, and I submitted the piece to Sugasm too. So watch out for that ever-exciting list of perverted bloggery, soon to be showing its delightfully depraved face around here again after a gap of far too long.

And talking of which, i hope you’ll see me around here more too.

Kisses
Minx

PS In re: the title of this post: As in a curse, not as in a description of the content. In my humble and Minxy opinion, anyway. Wanna argue the toss? Comment!!

PPS I’m such a comment whore. *Sigh*

Guest blogger: "Dessert"

Posted in minx with tags on September 3, 2006 by evilminx

A new experience on the Minxdom today — a guest blogger post.

The following piece was written by a friend of mine, who, for now at least, wishes to remain anonymous. The piece wasn’t written about me, nor for me. When i read it, i asked him for permission to share it, since i believe it to be an excellent piece, beautifully written, and worthy of a larger audience. i think that talent such as his should not be allowed to go to waste.

What do you think? Minxy xxx

all through dinner she’s been wearing nothing but leopardskin bra and panties. i watch her tan body, firm, hard and feel my breath shorten.

after supper i relax on the sofa, listen to music, until she leans over the sofa above me and kisses down my forehead, down my face. she opens my shirt and continues to kiss down my chest, her breasts over my face, small but very firm.

she kisses all the way down to my belt, undoes it, continues to undo my trousers, and kisses me through my boxers. it takes her no time to make me erect.

she pulls my boxers down with her teeth and releases me. as she’s doing this I’m gently pulling down her panties, reaching over my head to bring them down over her calves, and as i bring my hands back up they gently spread her legs. I run my hands along the back of her legs, which are stretched right out behind me, so i can feel the strain at the back of her knees, draw my finger very slowly up the back of her thighs.

she’s got me in her mouth now, very gently but firmly her lips making an ‘O’ ring around the head of my cock, right up against the head where it’s most sensitive, making me gently thrust up to be deeper inside her mouth.

i can feel her tongue running around the crown. my hands make their way up to the top of her thighs, running slowly over her cheeks, drawing a finger down over the dimple, into the crack, and then very slowly across her pussy lips, not opening her at all yet.

she starts slightly at this and makes a mewing sound. i do it again and again and she starts to twist a little.

we slide gently onto the floor and she kneels over my head, so i can reach up and trace her pussy lips, over her trimmed bush, and gently run my index finger up and down, still not entering her.

she starts to rub my cock with one hand, twisting slowly, with a firm grip; I’m raising my hips off the floor, not in control of this, just want to be taken. I need the heat.

finally i ease a finger into her, immediately feel her wetness. i trace a line over her clitoris, and make a little wet circle around it, teasing it.

at this, she starts to mew louder, a sound like little cats, like a baby’s dreaming. her hips raise and fall onto my finger in small thrusts and she tightens her legs about my head, urging my mouth higher.

i reach out with my tongue to just touch her lips, ever so gently, then flick over them quickly but lightly before easing my tongue inside her to replace my finger.

she thrusts more slowly but deeply against me, grinding her hips in a circle about my tongue; and this movement opens her pussy up further, exposing more wetness. i can run my tongue all the way along her, deliberately flattening my tongue to rasp over her clit; she bucks each time i do this.

but I’m feeling a pressure deep behind my balls. and i know she’ll make me come in her mouth if i don’t stop her, so i pull my head back, lift her head from my cock cos i don’t want to come in her mouth this time.

i want to see her sit on me, watch her pussy envelop my cock slowly.

she turns to sit astride me, lifts herself over my cock, grasps it and draws the head back and forth over her clitoris, masturbating herself using me.

but it almost hurts because I’m so hard my cock won’t bend too much. i grab her by the hips, gently press down. she holds the very base of my cock and guides it to the right place, and i watch it disappear so slowly into her, until there’s no light between us, no space, and i am as deep as i can be inside her.

she leans back, making the head of my cock rub against her g spot as she raises and lowers herself back onto me. i can only feel heat and a perfect glove-like fit grasping my cock all round.

i reach up to trace circles around her nipples as she rides, not touching them yet, just around and around, drawing fingers around her breasts, lifting them, weighing them; and finally wetting my fingertip and running it over her each hard thimble of flesh, watch them stiffen even more, the flesh pucker around each one, until they’re hard like little thimbles.

she’s starting to gasp, making unintelligible sounds, occasionally a drawn out “yesssssss” as she sinks back onto my cock, and short sharp “ohs” as she draws herself up and feels the suction grow around my cock.

i watch her pussy cling to my cock as she does this. she knows i love watching this, and slowly turns herself round,
swinging her legs over me, until she’s facing away from me and i can see my cock clearly and her lips clinging to it.

her gasps are louder and now words are tumbling out in between intakes of breath. i can see her reach for her nipple with one hand to pinch it hard, and she starts to bounce, really hard, down on me.

now she’s saying “no, no, no”, as she starts to get really close to coming.

she tries to stop herself as well, to slow down, saying “arrete” in french, but she can’t stop, she knows she’s going to come – she doesn’t want to but she’s desperate to at the same time.

and she knows I will come after her this time. i know how close she is.

she throws her head back, still saying “no no no”, but she won’t stop herself. i have to reach to her hips and try to stop her, but she turns her head to face me and all i can see is desperation, animal hunger: “I can’t…. I need….” and she swears “fuck fuck fuck”.

i feel her thighs start to shudder. she’s become so wet we make squishing noises as our bodies come together, a slap of her thighs and cheeks against my hips and groin. i can see her juices all down my cock as she rises, her shuddering has become more rapid, like an earthquake, and her hands are not so steady now in holding her up.

her arms are shaking, her cries of “no no no” are beginning to meld together into an “ooooo” as she rises and falls on my cock. her musical “ooooo” begins to rise.

i start to thrust into her – so far she has done all the work – slowly at first but quickly increasing the tempo, and she increases the speed of her thrusts too

i can feel her pussy begin to contract and her cries suddenly stop, the shudders take over, and she stops thrusting.
concentrating fiercely, willing her orgasm to last, to become more intense.

I’m still thrusting into her; I’ve taken over, as she’s shaking, totally in thrall, until finally she breathes out with a gusty “AHHHH”, and sobs for air.

i slow down, feeling a warm marble of intense buzzing at the base of my cock, moving slowly upwards and spreading throughout my groin.

i stop, gently lift her off and help her lie down next to me, and then I move between her legs, rubbing my cock, ready to come into her.

she reaches down and guides me in, holding me hard, rubbing over my hands. her eyes are still closed, breathing hard. she reaches under my leg and brings her hand up to caress my balls

so gently

so softly

and it’s like she’s put a vice around my groin and all i can feel is the same desperation, the same need for release. her hands caress up and down along my cock from behind, and i feel the buzz spread, moving so fast out from my groin to take over my whole body, and it almost hurts.

my orgasm starts and I’m frozen: suddenly i can’t move, I’m living, breathing this, and my cock has swollen to twice its size, with every nerve shooting fireworks; i can’t move as the orgasm builds, and I’m almost desperate to start coming, to stop the buzz and the near-pain. i need to shoot, i need to come now.

and suddenly my body arches towards hers. my cock is throwing ropes of come into her, like lassos, I’m not in control of my cock, my hips, my eyes, my mouth.

I’m grunting, I’m coming, I’m gasping and all the time my sperm is flying… i can feel my cock jerk so hard, but slowly the jerks subside, and the starts in my head start to fade.

and i daren’t move – i daren’t breathe in case it’s too painful… and finally my body releases from its frozen state: i can move my head, i can open my eyes.

as my cock still jerks, once, twice and i feel the last of my come ebb into her. the buzz has died away, but my cock is still so sensitive i can’t move it in her yet.

long minutes pass until she gently reaches up to grasp my shoulders and pull me close – for a split second there’s huge pain and then my cock is released from its spell.

and I only see a kaleidoscope of color, of sense, of panoramic emotions as I cling to her for safety.