First Time Fisting – Yes, Sir by GeekyTemptress

first time fistingToday’s guest post is a wonderful piece on first time fisting from the lovely Geeky Temptress, you can find her on twitter.

Yes, Sir.

A Story about First Time Fisting

At the point he finally lets me come I’ve actually lost count to the number of times he’s brought me to the edge and then robbed me of the sweet release of an orgasm. I do know this has been going on for nearly an hour and that I could scream with frustration, but my fucking God please please don’t let him stop.

A few months ago I very pointedly asked my wonderful lover if he wouldn’t mind choking me during sex. If he would like to become more dominating, and if he could push harder – he’ll basically indulge me in any whim, as I do for him, so he said yes.

We’ve been together over a year now, and whilst not wanting to sound too mushy, this relationship has been the best one I’ve had for broadening my sexual horizons. Not so much for introducing me to all new things, but for finally letting me act out all the perverse things that live in the horny making corner of my mind.

One of these things is to be utterly dominated.

It’s a funny thing when you talk to someone about BDSM, they immediately assume it’s for him and not for you. But actually it’s for both of us – and we’re starting out nice and slow.

We lay there the other morning, snoozing and as I began to wake up I felt that tingle between my legs. The one that tells me I need to come but he has to have control of it. I start to rub myself gently up against him, and I notice he’s awake too. He’s knows exactly what I’m after and orders me to get on my knees.

I roll over and do as I’m told, face against the bed, on my knees, my lovely naked arse in the air.

He starts by doing this new thing he’s invented to tease me, rubbing me with his thumb and purposely missing my clit so I wiggle to try and move him towards it. This only means he’ll make me wait longer. He puts a firm hand on my back and pushes down, restricting how much I can move before he starts to invade me with his fingers. This goes on for some time and I can feel my need to come building along with my frustration, but I love this delicious torment.

He reaches for the baby oil from next to the bed and I giggle as he lets it fall on me, cold. He needs that not because I’m not wet, but because he’s going to force his whole hand inside me. He’s not gentle, the more of himself he pushes inside me the more I stretch and begin to hurt, but it’s a pain you soon get used to, and it comes second to the growing feeling that I’m about to burst.

He has his whole hand almost inside me when I know I can’t take much more, the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure, I push myself down onto him to force more of him inside me. My tight little cunt has been abused so thoroughly that I will ache tomorrow, but now I get my reward. I’ve been a good girl, and now I’m allowed to have my reward.

With as much of his hand inside of me as we can manage today, he changes his movements to focus on inflicting as much pleasure on me now as he can. I shout out “please, don’t fucking stop” the pressure behind in my clit makes me feel like every inch of me is on fire, please sir, don’t stop, let me come. It builds and builds until finally the dam breaks, and I come loudly and messily, my throat aching from guttural animalistic noise I make when I can finally let go.

He gently taps as my arse and says “good girl” as I collapse into the bed.

Feeling emptier, and lighter.

And I haven’t even told you about the glass dildo yet….



Cover Him With Darkness – Review and Giveaway

Cover Him with DarknessCover Him with Darkness

Cover Him with Darkness. If you loved an angel… How far would you fall with him?
Part One of The Book of the Watchers
By Janine Ashbless
240 Pages, 6″ x 9″
Publishing November 1, 2014.

Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore.  She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000, and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.
Janine Ashbless Facebook
Amazon UK Author Page
Amazon US Author Page

Cover Him with Darkness is part of Tempted Romance, a new imprint from Cleis Press dedicated to erotic romance.

If You Loved an Angel… How Far Would You Fall with Him?
What happens when the daughter of the village priest falls in love with an archangel banished from heaven? Milja’s heart is struck when she catches a glimpse of the preternaturally beautiful prisoner her father keeps captive beneath his church’s altar. Torn between tradition, loyalty and her growing obsession with the fallen angel, will Milja risk losing her family, and her eternal soul, for the love of this divine being? Janine Ashbless will transport you to a world where good and evil battle for true love.

Cover Him with Darkness is a dark and gritty story that keeps you turning pages long after you should have turned out the lights and gone to sleep. For me it felt more like a romance than erotica, there are just a couple of real sex scenes with other mentions but this didn’t lessen my enjoyment of the story at all. I really enjoyed it, and as soon as I finished it I was eager to find out when sequels will be forthcoming (no news as yet). Having only read short stories from this author before I had no experience of her novels but if this is an example I will be looking out for more.
The main character, Milja is believable and someone you feel yourself empathising with. You understand her choices, and what motivates her. This was a fascinating look at religious beliefs and fantasy, and you can see how much research the author has done to make events, if not quite believable then realistic.

If you would like to know more or buy this book (and I recommend you do) you can purchase it here:
Amazon US
Amazon UK

Publisher Twitter:
Tempted Romance
Cleis Press

I’m also giving one lucky reader the chance to win their own copy of Cover Him with Darkness (this will require you giving me your name and address so I can forward the details on to Cleis Press who will send out your prize). The giveaway will be open for a week and then a winner will be picked. Please note competition only accounts and people who are ‘taking the piss’ will be disqualified. Giveaway starts on Monday 17th (having issues with Rafflecopter). Follow the link to enter.

Competition now closed. Winner was @Rhea_Dsouza_ Congratulations Rhea. 


Dick Pics – An Opinion on Penile Bombardment

Dick Pics

Today’s guest blog post is a male perspective on ‘dick pics’ from Kilted Wookie. You can find him on twitter.

An Opinion on Penile Bombardment

The penis: an object of mouth-watering, knickers-moistening desire, or an aesthetically-challenged yet functional bodily protuberance? It seems the jury is out on that one depending largely on whether or not you find the male reproductive organ attractive.

From what I have gathered, there isn’t even a gender split on this subject. Some men are very proud of their members and take every opportunity to show them off, almost literally sticking them in the faces of every woman they meet online by way of sending ‘dick pics’. Others, myself included, tend to be a bit more reticent and, for some, as evidenced by the online offers of penis enlargement pills and potions, they are clearly a cause of embarrassment.  Similarly, some women profess to liking the look of the penis and will actively solicit pictures of said organ in its erect state, some women are ambivalent about them, preferring them for the way they make them feel when engaging in sex things, and other women wish we would just put the bloody things away.

A lot has been written recently about ‘dick pics’ by the (mostly female) bloggers that I follow, some pro, some anti, and some pretty much resigned. With that in mind, I thought I’d give a male take on this subject; although it should be pointed out that I am in no way putting myself forward as being in any way representative of my Y-chromosomed peers.

So, first of all, a few questions:

  • Am I male? – Yes
  • Do I have a penis? – Yes
  • Have I ever taken a photograph of my penis? – Yes
  • Have I ever sent said photograph to a woman? – Yes
  • Have I ever sent said photograph to a woman without being reasonably sure (i.e. somewhere in the region of 127.538%) certain that she would be open to receiving the same? – No
  • Did I do so in the hope or expectation that, on opening said photograph, she would immediately find it so appealing she’s want to have sex with me? – You’re kidding right? It’s a penis.

The point is, if I’m chatting up or flirting with a woman, I may be being led by my cock, but I’m certainly not going to lead with it. I mean, if I were in a pub, and I saw a woman I fancied, would I walk up to her, tap her on the shoulder and then, without so much as a “would you like to see my cock?” drop my trousers and boxers? No, of course not. At best I could expect a slap on the chops, at worst, finding myself on the sex offenders’ register.  To me, sending an unsolicited photo of my bits is the online version of the scenario I’ve just described.  Yet still, some people do it and (in my opinion) bizarrely, some women, it seems, actually like unsolicited penis photos.

Now, I’m no prude, far from it. I enjoy the freedom that comes with being naked and, where the situations allow, I have no issue with being naked in the company of others, but I need to know that that is acceptable.

In the days when I used to use hook-up sites, a common complaint from women was that guys had pictures of their penis as profile photos or that they would get bombarded with similar photos in their inbox, usually accompanied with well thought out messages along the lines of, “Wanna fuk u babe!” This to me was manna from heaven. Given that the hook-up sites are basically a buyers’ market for girls strictly on the grounds of the male to female ratio, it meant that, by articulating an email and maybe sending a picture of my face (I never displayed it on my profile) I might actually seem interesting enough to actually stand a chance of having my email read and, just maybe, eliciting a reply.

In one blog recently, the author admitted that she didn’t mind dick pics but preferred there to be some sort of context rather than just a disembodied tumescent organ.  And I can fully get that. Take the following image for example (yes, I’m about to get my cock out, sorry):

Dick PicsNow what exactly does this tell you about me? Well, in truth, not much. I doesn’t even tell you if, in fact, it is me (it is, I hasten to add). If I were feeling inferior about my penis, I might just have cribbed an image of a more “satisfactory” one off the internet.

So, on the basis that the four images are, in fact, photos of my cock, what do they tell you?  Well, they do tell you that I trim my pubes and keep my balls smooth (I know you girls dislike nature’s dental-floss as much as we guys do) and it also shows that it is quite veined (which apparently some of you think is a good thing). That, however is about it.

Can you tell anything about its size? No, not really. I’ve always assumed it was fairly average, but I could be wrong. Certainly, no woman, on encountering it in the flesh for the first time has ever fainted, but also, and to me, much more importantly, they’ve never burst out laughing either.

Can you tell anything about the skill (or possible lack thereof) with which I can use it? Nope.

Can it tell you anything about how much “staying power” it has? Again, no. Although, for the record, on account of the anti-depressants I take, I literally sometimes go on for what seems like hours without achieving orgasm.

No, really all that it tells you is that I have a penis and, since I’m a man, I suspect you probably had that one figured out.

So, what have we learned? Some girls like dick pics (solicited or otherwise) and some don’t. Some men like to send unsolicited photos of their cock, whereas others prefer to do so in more “appropriate” circumstances. There are probably as many opinions on the matter as there are people having opinions. And, you know what, that’s absolutely fine. If we were all the same, the world would be boring.

Should any of my fellow “pointers” be reading this, the only advice I could possibly give is, just because you have a dick, it doesn’t mean you have to be one too. There endeth the lesson…


P.S. If having seen the above images, you feel that you absolutely must have it inside you, you can find me on Twitter.  Just don’t all rush at once…



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Guy Fawkes

To mark the end of #NaBloPoMo Charlie over at SexBlof(ofSorts) decided to run a competition, the challenge was to write a non-fiction post on any topic that you like. I decided to do something completely different to my normal posts. I hope you will forgive (and enjoy) the slight deviation from my usual subject matter.

Remember remember the 5th November
Gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot

Tonight I watched one of my favourite films, I have to admit it’s a bit of a Bonfire Night tradition of mine. The film is V for Vendetta (it’s also one of my favourite comic books too). It’s set in the not too distant future (or present depending on your point of view) in England, and the premise is a dystopian thriller. The hero’s plans for what he sees as a corrupt and morrally ambiguous government are inspired by Guy Fawkes. I don’t want to give too much of the plot away but while watching the film (a film I’ve seen many times before) I was struck by the irony of the 5th November.

In the current climate where terrorism is a very real issue and we are constantly facing new rules and regulations meant to keep us safe and protected from terror suspects, isn’t it ironic that every year we set aside a whole day to celebrate a man trying to blow up the seat of government? It is Guy Fawkes night and the very acts of celebration (lighting fires, setting off fireworks, etc) all symbolise what Guy Fawkes was trying to do, we don’t seem to be celebrating his failure or death but the actual thing he was attempting to accomplish.

Every year we remember a freedom fighter who tried to create what he thought would be a better world. He may not have achieved what he set out to do but just maybe the fact that 400 years on his name is still remembered and his efforts are still celebrated means that he did achieve something that could create that better world. His legacy sits as a reminder to governments everywhere that it is the people who place them in power and they are accountable to those same people for the choices they make, even if it doesn’t always feel like that. There is a line in the film “People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people”. I believe this is something Guy Fawkes would have agreed with. His methods may have been wrong but the ideas behind them were sound.

People have to stand up and be counted.

Hope everyone enjoyed their 5th November celebrations.

Writing this I was reminded of the number of countries that have days of celebration in remembrance of ruling parties being overthrown or corrected in some way. Maybe there’s hope for humanity afterall.

HGG Recommends

I’ve been sitting here all day with the ‘new post’ page open in front of me trying desperately to think of something, anything to write about. I thought I might write about how much I am struggling with my anxiety and depression at the moment but the wonderful Charlie at SexBlog(ofSorts) beat me to it with her wonderful post, For Me.

Then I thought maybe I could write about squirting but I’m relatively new to it and I just read a great post from Exhibit A about girls who squirt. Not really sure what I could add to the subject at this point.

Speaking of amazing posts I’ve read, you should all check out this phenomenal post from Malin James on owning her sexuality, and feminine relations. A wonderfully strong and empowering read that made me want to both hug and high five her. Stunningly done.

There was also a great post on hosiery from F Dot Leonora about her fascination with all different types of hosiery, accompanied by a fabulous photo of a stocking clad thigh and a chocolate cupcake…….not sure which made me drool more.


I am surrounded by some amazing writers and usually I find that very inspiring but at the moment the doubting voice in my head is very loud and is convincing me that I will never be that good, I will never write something that seems so……polished. So until I find my writing mojo, please do check out, not just the posts I’ve shared here but also the blogs and the wonderful bloggers behind them.