Emmanuelle au Mexique

Hey, hey, hey! Guess where we are! Want a hint? I’m holding a stout little glass of xtabentún in one hand and PC’s cock in the other (ok, more like stroking him under the bar, through the pocket of his beach shorts. There’s something sexy about wet, sandy crotch mesh….). 

Kinky Hippie Kitty Crush

I can't fall asleep with you so close to me....
(via Lesbian Lust)

Dearest Dani, 

I hunger for you.

Je veux te baiser.

Te quiero mucho, chica.

Morena gostosa, eu quero morder sua bunda.

Θέλω να γλείφω σας πάνω από όλα.

Voglio mangiare la tua fica.


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Give Head, Get Ahead

According to The Onion, my favorite news source, giving head will help you get ahead. To be specific, in her article “If You Wish To Be a Writer, Have Sex With Someone Who Works in Publishing” Joyce Carol Oates dispenses this little piece of mock advice to aspiring writers in an effort to highlight the perseverance and self-discipline that a successful writing career requires.

If you write about sex, however, fucking an editor might actually give you a hand up in landing a gig. I’m not kidding. I am living proof of this cliché.

Fisting Phobia - Part 2

Here's part two of another real, kinky sex story that took place recently in our apartment in Montreal. On this particular Monday night, my husband and I decided to try a new sex act.... until things took a turn. If you want to read part one of this story, check out my earlier post, Fisting Phobia - Part 1.

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If you recall, this is where we left off:

In a split second he shifts positions, releasing my arms and his grip on my neck. Sensing an opportunity, I push my legs up against him with all my strength. He falls backwards with a smile. “Come on, show me what you’ve got!” he says, spurring me on. Determined, I straddle him, gladiator style, one arm on the bed to steady myself, the other around his shoulders.

Thighs squeezing his hips, I grind my pelvis into him, working his cock deep into my cunt in long, measured strokes. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies goads me on. I drive down harder, faster, a wave of heat radiates through me, a few more thrusts and I’m there….

Fisting Phobia - Part 1

After dinner on Monday night, we lit up mary jane to chase away the back-to-work blues. I sit with my back against the wall, tight red negligee compressing my breasts, legs spread open, one ankle straddling our kitchen table, the other resting over the back of my chair.

Shirtless, PC positions himself between my legs. Eyeing me steadily, he takes a deep drag of the joint. I squint as he blows a small tunnel of smoke in my face. “Try to inhale this time,” he says huskily. 

Fucker's Block

Funny thing: This is my "wedding underwear." 

If you’ve been missing your Thursday early morning blog post (we all have our rituals), you can blame me for not putting out. The problem? I’ve come down with a bad case of fucker’s block. Lately, I’ve been too horny to write – too horny to sleep soundly, even. 

Over the last couple of weeks a handful of seeds that my husband and I tossed to the winds have begun to take root….

We will be hooking up with Dani + Sean next weekend, this time at their place. I’m thinking of showing up in a black trench coat, stilettos, and a garter belt with back-seam stockings…. I hear Sean likes his women submissive…. And Dani has given me signs that she is interested in pursuing a sideline thing with me…. (I am a patient hunter. Besides, she’s worth the wait.) 

Pornucopia

Earlier this morning a vanilla friend of mine sent me a screen shot of a Facebook exchange on the topic of pornography, incited by a recent article in The Globe and Mail titled “The Rise of Ethical Porn.” (In case you’re not clear on what that means, it refers to porn in which female performers get to choose their partners; are treated, along, with their male co-stars, with dignity and respect; and are intimately involved in the creative process.) 

She figured, rightly, that the nature of the FB comments linked to the article might inspire some sort of blog-based, porn-defending response from me. Damn, she was right. 

Through My Bedroom's Looking Glass

Here's part three of another real, kinky, BDSM sex story that took place recently in our apartment in Montreal. On this particular Sunday afternoon, I got to play the dominant femme to my very own nylon-clad, corseted submissive, Alicia Frederika.... until things took a turn. 

If you want to read parts one and two of this story, check out my earlier posts, Down the Rabbit Hole and Queen of Hearts. 

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After maneuvering in and out of a series of awkward poses, Frederika and I decide that it’s time for a costume change. We leave PC and black Fred talking in the living room, and make our way to my bedroom. 

Nervy Cybersex

Ever have wild, impromptu cybersex? What about a virtual threesome? A couple of years back while I was doing "research" for the blog on a hipster, love-sex-personals site, I often adopted a male persona to interact with other users. In this particular exchange, my alter ego, "xs," a 25-year old grad student studying philosophy (i.e., a horny young man with a lot of free time on his hands), scored himself a little afternoon delight. 

Note that any text appearing in [pink placed between square brackets] indicates me talking to you, and is not part of the original cyberchat transcript. 

Enjoy! 

Emma xox

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JUNE 10, 2:00PM

kas - I think you're awesome.

CAN RELATE (8) CAN'T RELATE (3) FLAG FOR ABUSE Comment (71)

Fifty Shades Fucked

Here's a special treat to help you ease in to your manic Monday routine. Penned by my friend, mentor, and now collaborator, A. Hazudó from Siren Song Publishing, this parody of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy made me cry laughing! (I confess to having a Bruges moment when the dwarf made an appearance.) 

Missed the first two parts? Check out Fifty Shades of... Earl Gray? and Fifty Shades More Ridiculous.

 Emma xox

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 Part 3: Enter the Dwarf

Mihaela held the cudgel in her hand, uncertain as to what to do next. “Oh my,” she said to herself aloud (if that is even possible), “Does he really want me to put it in that naughty place? It might hurt,” she whispered in a husky voice. 

Real Friends, Real Benefits

To imagine my Dani, picture Daenerys
with dark hair and brown eyes.

This post is dedicated to Dani + Sean, and to my FetLife friend passionate_kink, who expressed a desire to read "more details about the senses, feelings, and touches at the time of the actual sexual/kinky encounters." I hope I haven't let you down!

Emma xox

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I've had an epiphany recently. Fucking friends is more satisfying than fucking strangers. There. I said it. After close to three years of ranting about the joys of anonymous sex, I've finally figured out why polyamorous players prefer to fuck people whom they already care about – or become friends with those whom they love to fuck.

For one, the sex is more intimate. When my new muse Dani, dark-eyed and raven-haired, Khaleesi of my heart, whose fierce compassion and commitment to social causes rivals the passion of Daenerys, the dragon queen… when her hands graze my skin I can feel the fire in her fingertips kindle a need in me I have never experienced with another woman. 

I’m drawn to her, I want her, I want to devour her…. When PC and her lover touch me, somehow, they seem so distant…. A veil envelops she and I as we melt into each other, arm in arm, legs entwined, her hair falling over my eyes…. Deeper, I want to go deeper, to pull her inside out… I force myself to hold back, this is our first time, what if I scare her off?

Fifty Shades More Ridiculous

Here's a special treat to help you ease in to your manic Monday routine. Penned by my friend, mentor, and now collaborator, A. Hazudó from Siren Song Publishing, this parody of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy made me cry laughing! 

Missed the first part? Check out Fifty Shades of... Earl Gray? 

 Emma xox

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 Part 2: Dungeons (& Dragons?)

They had dined well and were on their second bottle of Chateau de Sade, a wine Harry had brought up from his special cellar. The dill doe had been delicious, sliding down the palate, throbbing delightfully still in her gullet. Mihaela had arrived promptly at eight as he had ordered with the steaming dish. She had dressed specially for the occasion, in a rented French maid’s outfit with a butt-twitcher skirt and fishnet stockings. She had worn pink lipstick for the occasion, and done her hair in cute curls that made her look like a trashy Cabbage Patch doll.

Easter Saturday Night at Montreal Sex Club Le Celeste

In my series of real Montreal sex stories, I take you inside some of the city's most notorious sex clubs. Read on to find out how my husband and I pick up other swinger couples & hot singles for threesomes, foursomes, and orgies. 

Below you'll find a review of our most recent visit to Le Céleste.

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It’s been quite a while since PC and I checked in at Le Céleste. Want the full 411 on the scene, including my take on the price hikes, the latest renovations, the players, and the action? Keep reading. You won’t be disappointed.