Erotica! 50 Shades of Enticing Female Fantasies

Erotic fantasy plays a big part in our sexual lives her at GetLusty for Couples. Words can be so sexy. From talking dirty to telling each other erotic stories, words touch us in different ways. Our favorite erotica writer, sex educator and counselor Dr. Limor never disappoints. In her series of steamy, 50 Shades of Grey inspired female fantasies, she's back with another tantalizing story. Her story, inspired by 'Sarah', makes for some enticing foreplay. Want to know more? Read on!

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Inspired by: Sarah

It isn’t every day that I come across extraordinary beauty and sensuality – just walking back home from work.

I wasn’t in such a great mood with my boss abusing my work hours once again. You'd think working for a woman would put you in a better position based on kinship; it couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Sarah, could you come in my office please, ASAP?” Her demeaning tone throws me off completely. In my head I’m ready to, yet again, slap her right in that chunky face of hers and tell her I quit. “How many times can I emphasize that I need a full list of next issue’s writers, on my desk, pronto? I can’t start sending nagging emails for all of them lazy bums to make sure they send submissions, as early as yesterday, until I see the full list! Get on it, will you?”

I’m closing her door behind me, feeling sorry for myself and very lonely. I haven’t had a close relationship in quite a while, let alone a good, mind blowing orgasm. “Note to self: stop by the adult superstore on Santa Monica and get a shiny, BIG vibrator, to make your lonely nights more palatable.”

It’s a short walk from the magazine’s headquarters to my place. So I try to avoid driving the car over, just to get my ass some much needed exercise.

As I approach the corner of La Cienaga and 3rd, I notice him. Standing peacefully at the bus station, looking so hot it's mind blowing. His dark, thick hair blows gently in the evening breeze, exposing his gorgeous facial features. He leans against the wall, his shirt stretches over his long, athletic body. Every inch of him looks good enough to eat! I can’t stop staring at him, what a beautiful boy; he can’t be more than 23. He notices me in the corner of his eye, and turns around.

I feel exposed, like a school girl that just got caught giving head to her boyfriend in the restroom. I remain stiff in my place, unable to take my eyes of the young Adonis staring back at me. He breaks the ice and releases a shy smile, exposing perfect white teeth and mad sexy dimples. I turn away, dying of shame! What on earth am I thinking, I’m at least 15 years older than him!

I start walking in the opposite direction, beating myself up about even considering turning around, just for a minute, to see if he’s still looking. A warm hand lands on my shoulder. “Excuse me, ma’am?” Oh god did he really call me ma’am just now? “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the street. You are very beautiful."

My mind is racing, I feel hot and aroused in the most primal way... if we were neardenthals I would have knocked him over the head and dragged him into the cave, just to have my way, undisturbed!

I’m examining the beautiful shape of his full lips, the brightness of his skin, his wide shoulders and his strong hands. I’m utterly speechless, giggling like a teenager.

“Thank you, likewise. I’m Sarah by the way, sorry for not introducing myself.” I feel my nipples tighten and my panties getting soaking wet, just from shaking his firm hand.

“So what do you think Sarah, can we have coffee together, tonight or tomorrow?”

I’m having an out of body experience, time stops as I run these crazy images in my head. Should I invite him over? Should I tear his clothes off and indulge in his young, incredibly passionate body?

“I live two blocks from here, I have coffee if you feel like coming over.”

He follows me home, we hardly talk. I’m walking fast, exceeding his pace for some subconscious domineering reason. He catches up with me, closes my hand in his. My pussy quivers in insatiable desire. As soon as we get inside the building, he gets close and shoves me in a corner right outside my apartment door. “I want to have you now, Sarah. I want to fuck you so bad!”

He puts his hand under my skirt and pushes my wet panties aside. His hands are covering my body; back, front, pussy, ass, neck, thighs. He’s pulling my hair back as he lifts me in his strong arms, positioning me right on top of his fully erect cock.

“Is this what you were looking at from the other side of the street, beautiful Sarah? Did you want me to put my cock inside your wet pussy?” I devour his sexy lips, running my fingers through his thick dark mane.

“Shut up and fuck me, push this big young cock of yours inside me and don’t stop till I cum. I want you to make me scream in pleasure sexy boy, can you do that?”

A quick key turn throws us on top of each other, on the floor of my studio apartment.

He holds me down on the floor, spreading my legs wide and licking my clit passionately, while shoving his fingers in my eager cunt.

“I love eating you baby, do you even realize how tasty you are?” We turn into a single sexual entity panting and groaning, his head between my legs, my hands groping my breasts, squeezing my nipples, licking my lips in sheer desire.

“I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to squirt all over my face Sarah, can we do that?”

I’m close to exploding in a very big orgasm, he doesn’t need to do much to get me to the point of no return. A strong feeling of wet stream fills my pelvis, a rush of tingling sensation crawls down my belly and erupts in a warm, sweet flush, on my little lover boy’s face.

He licks me dry and cuddles me. “Can I cum on your beautiful tits Sarah. Will that be OK?”

I nod and kneel in front of his huge erection and put it in my mouth, licking my juices off his manhood. He pants, moans and shivers. I grab his balls in my hand and gently caress them between my fingers, cradle them in my hand, licking them passionately.

“Oh baby I’m gonna cum,” he spreads his legs wide, positions his shaft right in my face and cums in a jet of white indulgence on my lips and engorged, eager breasts…

This post is by the incredibly talented Dr. Limor. Dr. Limor Blockman is a world-renowned clinical sex counselor, practicing as a relationship and family counselor, a sex educator, advice columnist, speaker and author.

She holds a PhD in Human Sexuality, an MA in public health and community medicine, and a BA in psychology and behavioral sciences. She has published three bestselling books (published in Hebrew) and reaches people worldwide through print, TV, radio, Internet and video. Find out more about Limor through her website, Facebook or follow her on Twitter @DoctorLimor.
Check out Dr. Blockman's new book, 365 Daily Tips for Outrageous Sex & Intimacy.

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Traveling with Sex Toys this Holiday Season?

Have you ever traveled with your sex toys and carried them aboard an airplane? With tightened airport security, more and more people are getting pulled out of line and searched. But should this restrict your vacation of sexual adventures? Eric Amaranth, sex coach extraordinaire, believes in adding novelty in your bedroom or hotel room. Eric is here with a humorous tale about his travel misadventures with his sex toys!

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My girlfriend and I went to a wedding this past weekend and decided to bring four of our favorite sex toys with us. Two were vibrators shaped innocuously, one was a dildo with an obvious phallic shape, and the fourth was a glass design that defies brief description. Which is why it’s pictured at right. Read on for the humor and adventure.

We left from Newark International Airport, then made our way through security manned and womaned, as always, by the intrepid TSA officers. All the toys were packed in my luggage. The officer at the viewing screen stopped the line and brought other officers over to get their opinions. I watched with a straight face while my girlfriend giggled quietly after having made it through their scrutiny. Suddenly the principle viewing agent said words to the effect of, “I don’t believe this. Bag check!”

I smiled inside, but kept a disinterested look on my face. They asked me whose bag it was and I raised my hand. They first ran the diagnostic wipes over the handles and inside surfaces, then fed them into a machine. Nothing went off. Next step was the visual exam.

The male officer rifled through my clothes. The toys were at the bottom of the suitcase. He stopped and stared for half a second, then put my things back on top and gestured with his thumb that I could be on my way. My girlfriend was laughing harder by the time I joined her, but quietly. Oh yes, the officer had gloves on throughout the check.

The second run-in was in the return at a southern city’s small airport. Once again, I took the toys in my bag. Said bag went through the x-ray machine and again, the line was stopped. A middle aged woman with vintage spectacles peered at the screen for much a few seconds, I’d estimate four. She didn’t call for viewing assistance, but did request a bag check and said out loud to the officer snapping on nitrile gloves, “It looks like an art piece!”

My girlfriend had once again already made it through and I looked over at her with her hand on her mouth covering up the giggles. The TSA guy ID’ed me as the owner of the bag and did the wipe down, as before, then asked me where the object was that they were concerned about.

I figured it was the glass toy, because the other three would not lend themselves to an art piece characterization. The phallus… the most obvious attention-grabber, never entered the discussion. The agent brought out the figure as seen above, reached over for a collection pan that you’d put jewelry and loose change in, then walked off with my art piece. They asked me what it was. I said art piece, which is technically true.

I heard my girlfriend choking back her guffaws. She’d lost it. I kept my poker face on and waited. They brought it back after a minute, I took it, and they said I was free to travel. Put it back in, got my things, put my belt and shoes back on, and joined my girlfriend.

She laughed about that for the next three minutes. I smiled big and wondered why they were afraid of my toy and realized the spiral going up the “shaft” may have looked like a wire. Anyway, the moral of the story is to keep a straight face, know you have a right to your hot sex toys in your bag, and enjoy the trip because many people’s best sex is on vacations due to the privacy and change of scenery.

Cross posted with permission from Eric Amaranth's blog here.

Eric Amaranth is a sex life coach, working in NYC and globally via video conference, who specializes in women’s and men’s sexuality, basic to advanced sex skills, and high-end sex education. Individuals and couples are guided toward the relationship, intimacy, and sexual enjoyment goals they desire most.

Amaranth believes that for the majority of people, appreciation of ourselves and our romantic partners is one of the best sustainable resources we have to continuously renew attraction, maintain respect, and stay in love with our partners. This bedrock of deep appreciation is founded and reinforced by the combination of loving relationship skills with breathtaking sexual skills. Follow him on Twitter @Eric_Amaranth.

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Erotica! The 50 Shades-Inspired Mechanic Sex Fantasy (NSFW)

Who doesn't love a little foreplay? Erotica is one of our past times at GetLusty, and Dr. Limor is definitely our favorite. You've waited patiently, he's the next in her series of erotica. Dr. Limor Blockman's erotic stories are truly fantastic forms of foreplay. Did you see her doctor fantasy? Or the 50 shades of grey construction worker fantasy, or even the theater backdrop for an unexpected orgasm erotica? Then you'll love this sexy mechanic fantasy story. Dr. Limor Blockman continues, read on!

Also, have you heard of Dr. Limor's newest book? Published in English, the "365 Daily Tips for Outrageous Sex & Intimacy." We can't wait to review this newly published book!

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(Inspired from) Rachel

I get my car serviced at this greasy shop downtown. Last time I visited a few months back to get an oil change, the main guy couldn’t stop staring at my ass, making different suggestive remarks about my body and offering me coffee and a cigarette.

I didn’t really think it over at the time, but right after the receptionist called me to set up my upcoming service, I realized I was day dreaming about this guy, getting all wet and excited, thinking and rethinking what should I wear for my visit.

I show up 15 minutes early, he spots me from a far, tosses his cigarette and removes his jacket, as he walks towards me, flashing his large muscular arms. “Why hello Ms. Green, what a pleasure to have you back for service. Will you take that coffee this time?"

I nod, fascinated by how I quiver by the mere sound of his voice. “Strong and black, right?" I’m bewildered, mumbling “what?"

“The coffee, darling. The coffee,” he smiles and motions me to follow him, without ever really touching me, much to my disappointment. We get into the little kitchenette, he doesn’t remove his eyes from me, stripping me with his piercing gaze, killing me softly.

“So Ms. Green...”

“Rachel, please..." I murmur flirtatiously.

“Oh we have advanced to first names, hat’s truly exciting. So what does a beautiful, sexy woman like yourself entertain herself with, on these cold, lonely nights?” Every remark is pushing me closer to the edge. I wish he would just make a move and stick his long tongue down my throat.

The coffee machine disturbs the insanely loud silence in the room, he grabs a cup and fills it. Still looking straight at me, he undresses me with his tormenting eyes. I never noticed how unbelievably sexy he is. The door to the shop is open, I’m staring at it, trying to calculate my next move. He notices and walks quickly to the entrance, shutting the door slightly.

“I personally enjoy the excitement of possibly being walked in on." He pushes me against the sink, lifting my skirt and literally tears off my thong. He slides his fingers softly, subtly against my very wet pussy. “I see that little Rachel is ready for me ha? That’s good baby.”

I stand frozen, consumed by the exceptionally arousing sensation, running through my entire body. He drops on his knees, spreads my lips apart and starts covering my pussy and asshole with a cool, wet joyride that I have never experienced in my sexual life. I’m aching in desire, passionate and eager to feel his cock splitting my pussy into million pieces.

“Ms. Green, are you enjoying this? Down here it seems like you truly are, you’re going to squirt right in my mouth today, are you ready?” His words find the very soft spot of my sleepy G-spot, I spread my legs further, and he starts pushing his fingers into my holes, opening me up like a well appreciated birthday gift. “Oh God, honey. I’m going to cum!!” Thanks for this picture from the Arousing Passion tumblr.

“Oh, I know baby. Just feel it, go with it, cover me up in your warm juices." I’m gasping in desire, pinching my nipples through my blouse, aching as I feel the divine sensation of climax release. “Oh beautiful, you know this is just the beginning, right?”

He drinks me clean, not a drop is left running down my thighs. He twists me over, spreads my legs wide, as he forcefully pushes me on the counter. His trained, educated hands flap my blouse open, as he penetrates me.

I moan in awe and aching pleasure, his enormous cock pushes me further against the wall, my breasts find their way out of my blouse, bouncing rapidly, as if asking to be grabbed. He doesn’t miss the mark, cups my breasts in his large hands and pinches my nipples.

“Tell me what you like Rachel, tell me how to fuck you better.” I can hardly breathe, let alone think. I indulge in the insatiably full feeling that his cock kindly provides me with, it’s so intense I feel a second orgasm crawling around the corner.

“Are you about to grant me with number two? Oh yes baby, I like that... just take my cock, let your pussy swallow it fully, and plan to take it up your ass next!”

I can’t control myself any longer, I’m gasping and panting, welcoming my enchanting orgasm. As I cum, he kisses me passionately, and adds a wet caress on my clit, intensifying my climax. “Where on earth did you learn these moves?” I compliment him in true admiration.

“It’s all you honey. I have been fantasizing about fucking you for 3 years now. Every time you visit."  I stare at his beautiful big eyes, as he slowly carries me off the counter, placing me on my knees.

“I have to see this gorgeous mouth closing around my big cock, I have to see you taste your luscious pussy, post my visit." I take his cock in, the sweet taste of my flavored lip gloss, that I “incidentally” rubbed my clit with prior to my arrival, is filling my mouth with a mix of tastes and flavors.

I’m looking up at him, trying my best to fit his large force of nature in my mouth. “I love watching you suck my cock baby. Your beautiful eyes are literally smiling while you’re stuffing yourself with it…” I realize he hasn’t cum even once, I’m challenged to have him blast in a powerful orgasm.

He moans and groans, caressing my hair, slightly pushing my head against his shaft. “Oh god you’re good, I knew these lips were promising! I’m not going to cum in your mouth though beautiful, I have to have you take me up your tight ass. Are you almost ready?"

I slowly release his cock from my mouth, obediently allowing him to place his hands on my bottom, slowly penetrating my ass with his insanely erect cock, while standing. I experience a straining sensation splitting me apart. I gasp and surrender to the feeling, caressing my clit slowly as he speeds his moves inside me.

At this point he’s ready to explode, I’m now completely comfortable on his cock, pushing my ass down more intensely on his erection and shoving my fingers in my pussy. “Oh yes baby, finger fuck yourself some more, do your fingers feel my cock inside your ass?”

He pants and gasps, I feel my third, charmed orgasm taking over, we cum together in a pool of passionate wetness...

Dr. Limor Blockman is a world-renowned clinical sex counselor, practicing as a relationship and family counselor, a sex educator, advice columnist, speaker and author. She holds a PhD in Human Sexuality, an MA in public health and community medicine, and a BA in psychology and behavioral sciences. She has published three bestselling books (published in Hebrew) and reaches people worldwide through print, TV, radio, Internet and video. Find out more about Limor through her website, Facebook or follow her on Twitter @DoctorLimor. Have you heard of Dr. Limor's newest book? Published in English, the "365 Daily Tips for Outrageous Sex & Intimacy."

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Erotic Story! 50-Shades of the Unexpected Orgasm

We first came upon Dr. Limor on accident and have been so glad we did. The second in her series of erotic stories (check out her first 50-shades inspired erotic story), Dr. Limor is an awesome writer and we love her erotic stories! Sunday is probably the best day to enjoy these stories, so we thought we'd add a little to your foreplay today with a sultry story.

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A friend of mine told me about a well-established producer holding auditions in his house. I have been an aspiring actress since high school, so naturally this opportunity seemed just right for me. For the sake of disclosure, I do realize that given the auditions taking place at his house, it probably has to do with more than reading lines but the GPS takes me to his address.

I check my makeup in the mirror and tell myself, “You’ll ace it. this is nothing, walk in the park!". As I approach the front gate, I hear sounds from the back yard. The voyeur in me can’t help it and I’m forced to sneak quietly and take a peek.

I lean against the wall to avoid being seen and can’t believe my eyes: four very sexy women, two are blond, one brunette and one black, are playing insane sexual pleasuring games together. The two blondes have the brunette wide open on the floor next to the pool; they’re caressing her large breasts, licking her nipples and alternately massaging her wet vagina that looks engorged and sensitive.

The left blond shifts her lips, kisses the brunette passionately. Then, signals her "accomplice” to take charge of the brunette’s upper body, as she slowly crawls down, intensely licking her bottom lips, pushing her fingers in her quivering vagina and anus. The brunette growls and moans uncontrollably, as team blond keeps pleasuring her curvaceous body.

After a while, bottom blond jumps up and quickly walks toward the cabana. The black girl is playing with a large vibrator, pushing it in hard into her vagina while glaring at the playing trio. She appears blurry eyed and very close to an orgasm, as she rubs her nipples and moans.

I’m so turned on and soaking wet at this point, that I sit myself down on the ground, taking off my thong and start playing with my clit. I can’t control it! I’m totally heterosexual, but this female on female act is driving me off the wall, and I just want to be taken by these women.

Dominant blond returns with a huge butt plug. The brunette raises her body, kissing both women and gets on all fours, spreading her sizzling thighs apart.

The blondes are kissing, checking the wetness of their play object down on the floor, and spray the plug with what seems like a scented oil lubricant. Dominant blonde starts pushing the plug into the brunette’s tight anus, as her partner caresses her clit, to ease penetration. The brunette squirms in agonizing pleasure, shifting her behind back towards the enormous plug splitting her ass apart. The black woman, loving the new act notes “Oh yes, fuck her tight ass, please fuck her hard” she finishes with a glorious orgasm. The brunette is more comfortable and wide now, craving that big dildo, as team blonde speeds up penetration.

I lie on the dirt, grabbing my nipple and caressing my swollen clit till I can’t take it! I’m just about to cum, as I notice them shooting the plug out of the brunette’s tight hole. Her ass is gaping with anticipation as they admire it and lick it for the finale. This visual sends me over the edge and I cum, gasping quietly, holding my immense need to scream in pleasure.

I lie paralyzed in a sweet pool of my own secretions, I miss the final act and just listen as team blonde has the brunette climax intensely! Minutes pass, the party takes it in the house and I’m forced to peel myself of the ground and clean up. “What the hell am I doing? I forgot all about the interview and just about anything else I had planned for the day”. I check my phone, no missed calls. I guess I’m not that late if no one called.

I put my panties in my bag, my short dress tightens over my sweaty body ,my nipples threaten to tear it off. Ten minutes later, after a short stop in my car to reapply moisturizer and lipstick, I notice the black girl and the brunette leaving together, giggling. I lower myself in my seat, they don’t notice me.

I wait for them to leave and march confidently towards the front door. A few minutes pass, I’m almost ready to leave, as the dominant blonde opens the door in a small white towel.

“Hi honey, are you here for the audition? Come in, don’t be shy”. She takes my hand and welcomes me in the house.

“Yes. Is George home? I think our meeting was scheduled for 4:00 pm” I answer.

“Yes, I’m sure he’ll be here soon, come sit down on the sofa, let me get you some water, you look flushed. Are you OK?”. She puts her cool hand on my face, I feel my nipples erect again.

I sit down crossing my legs. When she comes back with a glass of water, she notices my bare bottom under the dress. Her eyes open wide and she smiles. “Here beautiful, let me get my friend, we work closely with George, we can talk about the scenes you’re auditioning for, until he gets here, ok?”

She leaves the room and comes back with blonde # 2 that shakes my hand and sits beside me.

“You know it’s a sensual, nude scene. Right?“ Dominant blonde asks. I nod as they corner me on opposite sides.

“Do you mind if we examine your figure? Only if you’re comfortable, it can simply shorten procedure, as George is looking for a very specific body type” she explains. I agree and get up. “So, what now? Should I just take off my dress?” I ask.

“Sure, whenever you’re ready honey”.

I stand before my blonde audience, lift my dress over my head, wearing only my high heels.

“Oh, wow honey. You’re hot, that’s great. Don’t you think baby?” The dominant blonde looks at her accomplice, while caressing her face. I feel exposed and uncomfortable, but so shockingly aroused.

“You look very swollen, can I look sweetheart?” the dominant blonde asks and pulls me closer to the sofa. Her hand opens my bottom lips, I release an uncontrollable moan. “Sit on the sofa baby, let us help you,” team blonde is slowly positioning me on the sofa and spreads my legs wide apart. “What beautiful holes you have honey, do you mind if we pleasure you? You’ll like it, I promise”.

I’m nailed to my seat, breathing heavily as they start caressing my entire body, pushing their finger in me and pinching my nipples. It feels like an out of body experience, I’m gazing at myself being pleasured by these women and craving every minute of it. I can’t believe I’m so turned on, minutes after cumming.

Blonde # 2 leaves the room for a minute and returns with two double ended dildos. “You know what we’ll do now baby? We’ll double penetrate you, you’ll love it. Don’t worry, we’ll use plenty of lube, and you do seem quite gaped. Did you just get fucked before coming here?”

The mere sound of her dirty talk ravishes me, I’m speechless and charged like never before.

Dominant blond positions me between them, lying on my side like a blow up doll. Blond #2 pushes one side of the dildo into her vagina and the other side into mine, I pant with excitement and anticipation. I can’t see dominant blond behind me, but hear her releasing a groan, penetrating her anus. I can’t wait for them to start abusing my aching body, as I feel a rush of splitting, pleasuring pain, anally tearing me apart. They both start moving inside me, moaning, grabbing my clit and my nipples, kissing my neck and eager lips. “Oh god, you’re torturing me,“ I scream in the heat of passion. They speed up, fucking my holes until I’m ready to explode.

"I’m cummimg, I’m cumming,” I whisper, exhausted and exploited in this immense wonder of pain and pleasure. As I cum, I rub my clit. A splash of hot clear squirt comes flying out of me, covering my entire body with a warm captivating sensation.

Dr. Limor Blockman is a world-renowned clinical sex counselor, practicing as a relationship and family counselor, a sex educator, advice columnist, speaker and author. She holds a PhD in Human Sexuality, an MA in public health and community medicine, and a BA in psychology and behavioral sciences. She has published three bestselling books (published in Hebrew) and reaches people worldwide through print, TV, radio, Internet and video. Find out more about Limor through her website, Facebook or follow her on Twitter @DoctorLimor.

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Original Adult Fiction: Office Tango

Erotic stories are pretty hot, don't you think? Yeah, us, too! Do you want to add a little steam to your Tuesday? Our Crimson Love is here to introduce a series of erotic stories with a little introduction to her characters. Here's another original piece of titillating fiction for your reading pleasure.

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The day has dragged on and it’s now 1:30pm. Time for the weekly Thursday meeting. I go to grab my raspberry iced tea and a handful of fruity hard candy because it’s the only thing that will keep me awake and get me through this monotonous bullshit.

Upon entering the boardroom, a deliciously arousing scent wafts in my path. It’s masculine, with woody notes and a hint of musk, a heady and addictive combination that has forced me to find the owner of this scent. I casually walk around the room and pretend to look for a seat all while trying to find the mysterious origin of my new addiction. It isn't long before we must all be seated for the start of the meeting.

After everyone is seated, Mr. Millwall welcomes everyone, and I am on my way to Lala Land thinking about the things I have to do when I get home. I'm going through my mental grocery list when my thoughts are interrupted by an eruption of applause.

At the exact same moment, that oh so intoxicating scent I failed to find the origin of, wafts right past me. I can only see the back of the owner of such deliciousness as he proceeds to the front of the room. Mr. Millwall introduces him as James O'Sullivan, the new head of the advertising department, my department.

He is tall and well dressed. He's in a grey Armani suit, with sandy, blonde, well coiffed hair, a goatee and sky-blue eyes. As he thanks everyone for the warm welcome I notice his voice is deep and smooth, like rich silk. It reverberates in the deepest, darkest spot of my body. He's so confident, witty and charming; commanding the room's attention with such ease. I can’t believe this man is my new boss.

When James has finished his little introductory speech he returns to his seat and that intoxicating scent liquefies my insides into a puddle of lust. As he sits, he catches my eye and flashes me a smile. I feel the heat of a flush creep up my face from my neck. I quickly look away because I fear my body would ignite if I stare any longer. For the rest of the meeting, I steal glances of James in between fantasizing about the wonderfully wicked things we could do together. Would he do that thing I've been dreaming about? Would he tie me up like I've wished?

It is now 3:30 PM and the meeting is over. People hastily leave but I pretend to take notes on the meeting papers to give myself time to steal one last glance at James. When I look up he is gone and I can't help but to note the tiny pang of disappointment in my gut. I quickly gather my things and as I start to walk to exit the boardroom my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. It's a luscious feeling, and I shutter. I grab my phone to see who or what it is and it’s a text from my best friend, Nikkie. As I proceed to exit the room and read my message I am abruptly knocked off balance and everything I was holding spills to the floor. My papers, tea, and my phone, which is now in pieces, are scattered on the floor.

I mumble some obscenity and kneel down on the floor to pick up my scattered items. As I do I hear that familiar deep, silky voice. I look up and it’s James. He kneels down to help me pick up my things while profusely apologizing and introducing himself.

My heart starts to race and I can’t even look him in the eye. He offers his hand for a shake and as our hands touch I feel electricity move through my body like ripping waves and settle itself deep inside of me.

A slow flush creeps up my face once again and I hurry to gather everything including my ego off of the floor. I hear James talking to me but I can’t focus on the words because I am so distracted by his scent and allure. In a daze, I feel myself being interrupted once again and am propelled back to reality. I spring to my feet and quickly thank him for helping me. I turn to walk away but am stopped by the feeling of his hand lightly touching my arm. I turn back and he says “Wait I never got your name”. “My name is Raven Bloom.” He smiles at my brief introduction and I feel my face flush again.

“Raven, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I have heard quite a bit about you and your talents in this department.” He pauses and then says something I didn’t expect.

“Raven, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? It’s my treat since I nearly knocked you over. Not to mention, I would love to get a feel for the department and the direction everyone is headed in. Also, I would love to hear about your latest project as the lead creative. I have heard a lot of buzz about it."

I smile at him, muster up my most confident non-chalant, "Yes", and walk away. As I reach my desk, I feel panic wash over me. Shit how am I going to get through this lunch meeting tomorrow? What am I going to wear? Shit! I need to call Nikkie.

To be continued...

This is a guest post by our very own Crimson Love.

Crimson is our resident BDSM fetish expert. If you don't see Crimson out dining with her adoring boyfriend, you'll find her reading books on innovation or finance. Crimson is currently finishing off her Bachelor's, she is passionate about food, photography, music and especially sex--and she's not afraid to talk about it. With everyone!

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Original Erotic Fiction: "At the Barbecue"

Ever wanted to just ditch your friends and get with the cute guy you've been eyeing, right then and there? Then this story is for you, read on for some hot erotica from our very own, GetLusty's Sophie Sansregret!

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We meet again. I am starting to wonder now why you have me over so often. I see you never have a girlfriend by your side but you’ve never made your move. I watch you across the picnic table. We’re sitting on the back deck, the perfect place to be on this warm spring night. I catch your eye for just a second longer than is polite. I know that look. I smile back to give you the signal that I’m interested. I’m not sure that’s exactly what you mean but I’ll take that chance. I haven’t been fucked in ages and even then, it was entirely unmemorable.

“I’ll just take these plates into the kitchen,” I say quietly. I pick a few things up, bending to collect your plate and treat you to a view of my cleavage through the neckline of my startling red sun dress. I can see you take a quick look. Good. I can feel my nipples harden as you look at me. My panties grow wet as I think of you sucking hard on them as you fuck me. I head inside quickly, drop the dishes in the sink and before I have a chance to turn around you’re already there behind me. We can see the rest of the guests from the window over the sink.

I feel my breath catch in my throat as you approach me from behind and grab me, pulling my back into you. I can feel your lust pushing against my back. You bury your face in my long hair, tickling my neck with soft kisses. Your hands wander from my waist down to my thighs then slide under the light cotton of my sundress. Both hands slide over my hips and rest on my panties. You pull me closer then begin to rub me through the thin white cotton. My clit throbs with pleasure. I want you. I grind my back into your erection. Your hands move up my body reaching for my breasts. I moan.

“Harder,” I whisper.

And you oblige. I almost come but want to save it.

“Where can we go?” I whisper.
“Here,” you reply as you spin me then in a flash, whip my panties off and lift me onto the counter next to the sink.

You lift my skirt over my thighs and pull me to the edge of the counter. You drop to your knees and begin licking my pussy. Your tongue on my clit is like a lightning bolt. Shockwaves of pleasure shoot through me and I know I want more. You suck on my lips and force me to climax despite myself.

“Just to take the edge off,” you say, voice muffled by my skirt. “I want more from you.”

“Fuck me,” I say. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for months.”

You stand back, revealing your cock straining against the fly of your shorts. I unzip you as you unbutton your shirt. I lower your shorts, then your boxers and your cock is ready for me. I take it in my hand and rub the head on my wet pussy. I rub my clit against your cock as hard as I can but you move your cock from my hand and start pressing into me. I am wet for you but am so tight that you have to push a bit to get in. It’s been a while.

The head of your cock is in me and we both wait a moment, savouring the blissful feeling of that first penetration. You inch your cock in and out of me, slowly allowing me to adjust to your size.

Finally your cock is in me and we pause again just for a moment to enjoy this. You peek out the window quickly to make sure that yes, the guests are still all outside. Then you grab my bottom with strong hands and ram me hard. I love it. I haven’t been fucked in so long and I’m just dying for some passion and a good solid fuck.

As you drive deeper into me, we hear a crash of dishes on the kitchen floor not two feet from us. Caught!

--To be continued.

Sophie writes romance, comedy, and erotica for the self-loathing, and currently works as the Book section and Blog Editor for Evolvedworld.com.

Sophie has an MA in Creative Writing from Concordia University in Montreal; and just had two novellas published (why yes, you can buy them here!) and is working on a third novel (historical romance) to be issued Winter, 2012.  She likes cats, chocolate, and sleeping in. Find out more at sophiesansregret.com.

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Why I Watch Porn

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On Sexual Positions: An Erotic Story

We inspired an amazing post on ErogenoUS this past weekend. Read on for lusty insights into the concept of sexual positions. It's the first erotic story inspired by GetLusty, and of course, we wanted to share it with you!

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I didn’t even attempt trying to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. I’ve done that for the past two nights, but without fail, that big ripening moon in the sky did her best to keep me awake.

Blue moon, I had my friend in Italy ask you to be quieter for me tonight so I would sleep. Alas, you are a harsh mistress. Not a cell in my body asks for sleep as you peak at me through the curtains in my bedroom.

My friends over at GetLusty tweeted last night (yep, it’s a verb now, get used to it) asking what our favorite sexual positions were, and you know, other than names for the standard fare like Missionary and 69, I was really at a loss. I mean, I’m not sure some of my favorite positions even have names. I guess you could say I’m “creatively gymnastic”.

When I’m having really mind-blowing, heart-pumping, sweat-drenched, sheets are coming off the bed, “the house could fall down around me and I’d never even know” sex, I never really paused long enough to give much thought to what the things we were doing together were called.

All of our kinetic movements and gestures for positions are just that; gestures fed on the electric inertia of lustful bodies. There is no thinking at this point, if you’re lucky. There is no pause, no awareness of cognitive process.

 I’m plugged in. I’m an intrinsic charge in a circuit that hums and pulses with every leg thrown up and over your shoulder, every hand tightly clasped around your back dimpling into your flesh, or every hip driven back against you as you thrust into me from behind, using the length of my hair in your hands like reins.

What do I call that? How do I name that? How do I even do that justice with a few simple words?

Have you ever tried to describe a sexual position in one tweet? Let me just say, it’s not easy. It’s really challenging to be descriptive of such things with only 140 characters as your limit. Here is what it looked like when I sent it.

“@getlusty Modified coital alignment is right up there w/ man seated, w straddles cock, knees bent, feet flat on bed, leans back on her hands”

It just is slightly devoid of intensity and passion, which is so unlike what it actually feels like to experience. Then I’m supposed to find an even more abbreviated way to say that? However, if I were to tell you that one of my favorite positions is found in a moment, in an impulse.

I roll you over onto your back to straddle you, your cock throbs eagerly to be back inside me again as I hover above you holding you in anticipation. You can feel the heat of my pussy radiating down against your flesh, and your hands feverishly grab at my hips to pull me down onto you. I love the low growl that escapes your lips as you fill me, and the quake that follows through my body like the tremors in the strings of a well strum harp.

My gaze has never left the snare of yours. We are often like this, which is why I hunger to be in the wake of its hazel grasp. Slowly you raise yourself up, your weight now balanced on your hands pressed firmly into the sheets beneath us. I am like a fawn in the headlights of your desire. Encircling the amber skin of your back, hands sliding up along the curve of your spine, I draw your broad chest to meet the rise of my porcelain flesh.

I love the feeling of your chest hair grazing my pert rose nipples, and the heat that pours out of your skin as I press myself against you, and you fold your arms around my waist. Your voracious mouth finds mine with greedy impatience, and I can taste our sweat on your lips as I draw my tongue to yours. I long to know its intimate terrain, and each slow caress of my tongue paints my desire inside you, where only you can speak it.

I know because I sing the trail of yours left with tongue, teeth, and nail across my sinuous landscape. My right hand’s fingers have found their way up to be nested in the grasp of your short brown hair, and I brace myself against you, holding tightly to the swell of your shoulders with my left. On days when you would be in your head, you would interject that it has touches of gray, but that is of no concern to me. I’ll know you when only gray remains, even if we are no longer lovers such as this by then.

Our bodies ride together; a slow steady ebb and flow like a tide to shore, but we both feel the pull of our rampant need growing. I loosen myself from our embrace to lean back on the weight of my arms now, my hands planted firmly against the mattress cushioning us, and stretch my legs out, knee bent, behind you. Your tumescent cock drives itself deeper inside me, as I shift the weight of my hips forward against you.

You recline back onto your hands now, the cool sheet slipping against your fingertips as you find your steady against them. I watch your arms tremble as you climb higher to your edge with each fevered thrust of my pussy upon you. Our breaths come in quick gasps now, and with each grind of my hips against you I can feel the feverish spill of my juices devouring your manhood. I know how much it drives you wild with abandon to watch your cock glisten and drip with me, as you watch it part my lips, to slide, push, and plunge inside me, even when I am the one controlling our pace.

You…always know…just…how…to…push me…to the…edge where…I…am……bursting! I arch my back and throw my head back in shame at how you bring me there with such ease, as I come quaking upon you while watching the same insatiable peak crest and course through your taught frame. As our breaths slowly find themselves again, our sweat-covered bodies collapse into the bed underneath. I still have you inside me, and savor the feel of you until you begin to soften. Eventually I roll off of you, and turning myself, entangle my body in your awaiting arms to drift together into slumber.

Yeah, I guess we could call that position “The X Marks the Spot” to fit it into a tweet, but still, for me, it will always be so much more. After all, what’s in a name?

It’s almost 6am here. The moon is making her descent back into the trees. Maybe she’ll let me sleep now.

Thanks ZDNet for pic #1. Thanks ThisIsYourConscience for pic #2.

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