The Secretary has left the building…

Posted in News on March 2, 2012 by naughtysecretary

Hello all who still check into this site. Please note that I do not update this site any longer. In fact, it will disappear shortly. I have my own domain now at The Naughty Secretary. If you want to follow my adventures, please use that address. You can subscribe to my RSS feed or receive email updates (just scroll to the bottom of the page). My new site has a completely different look to it, so I implore you to take a look. Think of it as a raise in salary…

I hope everyone is well. Please stop by, and feel free to drop me a note.

~ NS

E[lust] #28

Posted in e[lust] on August 2, 2011 by naughtysecretary

Photo courtesy of Delilah

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #29 (Which will be in September, taking a short summer break)? Start with the rules and subscribe to the RSS feed and Twitter for updates and submission reminders.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

What makes me a woman? - It’s a stumper, this question. There must be something that makes me a woman. Something more than how I am perceived by others as I walk down the street. But what is the answer?

Baggage: An InventoryEveryone brings bags with them. My goal is to carry my own bags. I’ll let people help me shed them, but I will never let them carry them. Those bags are my own to, well, own.

There’s pain and then there’s pain (and then there’s pain) -Part of what I crave in the second type of pain is the selfish sadism of the partner who continues despite my pleas. He does it because it arouses him, and he does it because I’ll endure it for him.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What Is Gender?Playing with dolls and preferring the color pink doesn’t make you a girl anymore than chewing on a bone makes you my dog.

~ e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly ~

Sex Toys: Single or Partnered, there is no shame in owning themThere’s no fucking shame in owning your sexuality, in taking control of your own damn orgasm. Can you PREFER human contact and partnered sex to sex toys? Sure. You can prefer whatever the fuck you want. But don’t insinuate to me that owning a lot of sex toys is somehow bad or shameful.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable ~after this point~. Thank you, and enjoy!

New Blogger Education Posts

Blog Design 101: Balancing Personal Style vs Readability

A Cautionary Word on Joining Affiliate Programs

Kink & Fetish

BDSM Day, an international recognition

BDSM Advice Series: Bondage Tape

Being a Brat Can Hurt

Caning, energy and romance

Screw roses! I enjoy playing with Thorns…

Working Girl

Erotic Writing

A Trip to the Toy Store

Can I get into your knickers now?

Coffee Break

early afternoon

Elevator Shaft

Fogged-up Windows

Fucking Eli

FWB

I’ll see you tonight…

One on One

Open By Night

Overtime

Rock Out With My Cock Out

Renewed Interest

Twenty/Fifty-Three

that little fucking game changer [part I]

the weekend away – Sunday

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Death By Bondage

Hypocrite, PA-Rant!

kink labels….is there a place for me? (or someday my kink will come)

Things I Looove Thursday

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Ask PolyAnna: Multiple partners?? Safer sex??

Are My Nipples Getting The Correct Signals?

Evolution

More Pussy Pride – The Perfect Vagina

My Take On Masculinity

Rambling Harlot: On Internet Dating and Shyness

Sex and Catholic Schools

Sex And Disability: Starting the Dialogues

And it’s time…

Posted in News on July 27, 2011 by naughtysecretary

So, ladies and gents, it’s time for this little lady to move her arse to her own domain. Although I’ve loved being on WordPress for the good part of three years, it’s time for me to find a new home. And that I have.

http://www.thenaughtysecretary.com/

While the site is still a work in progress, I’d kindly ask that you take a look as I’m posting material some of you may not have seen (from another blog of mine — sneaky, I know). Excited? I hope so.

Well, what are you waiting for? Go peek, (or peak, as the case may be)…

~ NS x

Overtime

Posted in Erotica on July 19, 2011 by naughtysecretary

There are times when my body rebels against me and gives me away. Today was one of those days.

It hadn’t even hit midday and we were both slammed to the gills with work, a foul mood hanging in the air like a cloud in the office we shared. He sighed and twisted his hair as he looked at his computer screen, his usual antics while under pressure. I sat taut, eyes ahead, too many tasks at hand. There was no friendly banter between the two of us today; it was all business, or so I thought.

A department meeting was called at 3pm, and by that time, I was frazzled. Unable to eat lunch and my caffeine buzz expiring, I had let the grump set in. I sat in the meeting, words flying by my head as my burned brain tried to net each concept. No such luck. I was entirely spent, and judging by the tone of my boss, so was he. His charming exterior had long gone; he was to the point, terse with his instructions to each one of us. I kept my head low and nodded. After the meeting and when we were alone in our office, he addressed me directly. I noticed immediately that his voice had softened somewhat.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been out of sorts today. I had a fight with the wife last night, and all of this extra work we have isn’t helping. You’ve been a great help these last few days, and your work is outstanding, as always.”

“Thank you,” I answered, and quickly resumed with my work. I could feel him staring at me as I hurried through the paperwork bundled in my hands, and when I finally looked up, our eyes met. He smiled, more to himself than to me, turned and tended to his own work.

The next time I looked at the clock it was past 6pm, and we were the only ones left in the office. He finally looked up from his monitor.

“You should go, it’s past 6pm.” He looked ready to go home himself.

“But I have all of this work to still do,” I exclaimed, pointing to the various piles of paperwork on my desk. My glass of wine could wait, I thought to myself.

He stood up, walked past my desk, and locked the door to our office. The moment the lock clicked shut a chill immediately ran up my spine, adrenalin shooting through my belly. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as he walked behind me and gently placed each of his hands on my shoulders.

“You should go, Adrienne.” His voice was just above a whisper. It took me a few seconds to muster up the courage for a response, the scent of his cologne lingering in my nostrils, my senses already in overdrive. His hands were massaging each shoulder, and I could feel the tension immediately leaving my body under his touch.

“But I want to stay.” My voice was husky and already dripping with desire. His lightest touch had flipped the switch in me, my cunt aching with the attention he was giving. I swiveled around in my chair until I was staring at his pant fly, his erection poking through the thin material, his pre-cum already staining his trousers. I unfastened his belt, my eyes gleaming, the leather snaking through each loop to freedom. My hands found the zipper, and with the ease of a pro, I freed his bulging cock and took him straight into my waiting mouth. He moaned instantly and grabbed fistfuls of my hair as he rocked back and forth, back and forth, his hard smooth cock filling me. He continued to fuck my mouth, his gasps punctuating the air along with his thrusts. There was a moment when I was jolted with reality; I was about to fuck my boss. The notion sent a ripple of pleasure throughout my entirety as he continued to pump in between my wet lips, his head thrown back in bliss, his moans bouncing around our office. I stopped him suddenly as reality returned for a second bout, but only this time, I felt the threads of guilt and hesitation.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I heard myself say. He had a wife and kids, after all.

“The fuck we shouldn’t!” He exclaimed, and with a sweeping move, cleared the top of his mahogany desk, papers flying everywhere. He lifted me out of my chair, his hands grabbing me roughly, directing me to the desk. He then bent me over the surface of the desk, my hands in front of me, his legs in between mine, prying them apart. I was pinned by his body behind me, his erection pressing into my arse. He reached up my skirt and found my damp thong, wrenching it away from my cunt and down my legs swiftly. His hands traveled the length of my thighs as he then lifted my skirt, exposing my bare rump, grunting in approval. Suddenly, his hand came crashing down on my right arse cheek, a squeal immediately escaping me, the force of the blow pushing my forward against the desk. The second blow was much harder as his rhythm continued to grow with each stroke. By the sixth smack I was begging him to stop, his hand heavy on my skin, my nails digging into the desk, my eyes teary. He grabbed me by the arm and lifted me up so we were face to face.

“You like it rough, I can tell. Your cunt was glistening with arousal,” he stated, his eyes dark and glossy, never leaving my face. He was right, and the smile playing on my lips gave him what he was looking for. He pulled me towards him and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue meeting mine, both of his hands on my face, then my neck, then to the collar of my blouse. He pulled away from me a second time, paused, and in one swift motion, ripped my blouse in two, the pearl buttons flying through the air, some bouncing across the desk. I gasped loudly, shock plastered on my face. He threw his head back, and for the first time today, laughed loudly. He kissed me again, his hands peeling my bra away from each breast, his fingers finding my nipples. He pinched at them lightly as his tongue flickered against mine, my knees almost buckling. I wanted him to fuck me hard. No, I needed it.

“Fuck me now, please, just fuck me now!” I pleaded, my nipples exposed, my cunt quivering. I wanted him inside me. I wanted his thick cock to fill me to the brim until his heavy balls rested hotly against my flesh.

Without hesitation, he grabbed me by the waist and bent me over the desk once again, my bullet-hard nipples pressed against the cool wood, my bare arse propped up in the air invitingly, his handprints still blooming on my right cheek. In one fluid stroke he entered all of me, parting me with his searing flesh. We moaned in unison as he started to fuck me in earnest, his thick cock immediately sodden with my arousal, embedded within me. I propped myself up on two hands as he reached around to cup each breast. I instantly pushed back against him, pushing him further into me.

“God, you are glorious.” His hands ran through my hair and settled on my neck as we continued to fuck, his grip tightening with every movement. My panting only fueled him on, his length driving into me, my orgasm threatening to break through my taut body. With one hand remaining on my neck, his other reached below to my pussy, his fingers feathering my clitoris. An experienced lover, he strummed my body like an instrument, my climax inching closer and closer to the surface with every stroke.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!” I had lost all self-control.

“And I’m going to come deep, deep inside you, whore!” He held my chin up, kissing me on my neck, biting me on my shoulders as we continued to fuck furiously. I grabbed on to the edge of the desk so I could offer all of myself to him, my cunt wide open, filled, his balls slapping against my skin, his fingers still stroking my clitoris. It was then that the waves of pleasure washed over me, my cries and whimpering sending him over the edge. I felt him twitch, felt him pulse, and then felt him spurt his hot seed deeply inside me as we climaxed together. My cunt clenched down around him, milking him as he continued to shudder within me, our bodies slowly coming to a halt. After a few moments he withdrew from me, promptly zipping up his pants. I turned to face him and found him smiling.

“I don’t really know where that came from,” he stated, looking coy. I laughed.

“I do, and now I know what to expect the next time you’re overworked,” I cooed. “And luckily enough, I have some clothes in my car to remedy this,” I said, as I pointed to my torn blouse. We both laughed as he grabbed my hand, drawing me closer to him.

“Oh, I’m not nearly done with you yet. Fancy some overtime?” His cheeky wink and boyish grin sealed the deal.

Suffice The Desire

Posted in Musings, News with tags on June 26, 2011 by naughtysecretary

So I stumbled upon a new imagery website that I just adore. Suffice The Desire is worth a peek at a minimum, a peruse at best. I’ve posted a few of my favorite images here, but I urge you to hop over and take a thorough look for yourselves. The photography displayed is right up my alley, depicting lust at its peak with a side of elegance and opulence.

I hope this Sunday is treating everyone well,

~ NS


EdenFantasys – ViboKit Vibrator Upgrade Kit

Posted in Sex Toy Reviews with tags on June 23, 2011 by naughtysecretary

The ViboKit Vibrator Upgrade Kit is such a neat idea, turning any traditional dildo/vibrator into another experience entirely. The kit comes with 3 attachments, including a ribbed ring, clitoris stimulator, and suction cup, each being latex free, non-porous, phthalates free, and hypo-allergenic.

The ribbed ring in this kit is super flexible and can make a welcome addition to any girl’s most basic sex toy for g-spot stimulation. I trialed the clitoris stimulator on more than one of my own sex toys, it being just as flexible as the ribbed ring. My only complaint about the clitoris stimulator is the battery life – it takes three watch batteries to power it, and doesn’t last very long. But, on the upswing, it increased the power of more than one of my basic dildo/vibrators, which I was very happy about (since I’m such a clitoral lass). The suction cup can be used with any waterproof dildo/vibrator, and provides a fun experience for both alone and partner play.

The kit comes in the colors of white, pink, and purple, and is quite affordable considering the experience(s) you receive for your money. This product is also perfect for the novice who is looking to spice things up.

Memories

Posted in Erotica on June 21, 2011 by naughtysecretary

Even to this day, I still recall how loudly you screamed when you came, the imagery burned into my brain eternally…

Although sitting amongst a crowd of people at our local bar, we were in a world of our own. Time was valuable to us, every stolen moment counting. We were both married, but not to each other. We spoke our own language; a slight touch against my thigh, a wink here and there, the occasional hand grab. It was all part of the allure.

After our fill of beer, and with hormones buzzing, we decided to leave. Walking to my car, I instructed him to get into the back. He looked perplexed for a second, until he saw the look in my eyes. Seconds later we were snuggled in the backseat of my car.

“Unzip your pants,” I stated clearly, and he eagerly followed my instruction. For a moment, he looked around at his surroundings: we were parked on a side street under a street lamp in clear view should anyone pass my car and look in.

“Don’t worry, no one will see us, and if they do, they can enjoy the show.” His grin was immeasurable at my confidence. His prick was fully out, hard, pulsing, needing my immediate attention. I smiled before bending down and flickering my tongue over the head of his cock repeatedly. With my hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, I slipped my lips ever so slowly down his length until the tip of his cock was touching the back of my throat.

“Oh my God you are such a little cocksucker,” he claimed as I gently worked him with my soft mouth, back and forth, back and forth, my tongue feathering the underside of his length as he pumped in and out of my mouth rhythmically. He threw his head back, his hands finding his erect nipples. Looking up, I watched him pleasure himself whilst I gave him complete pleasure. A pang of desire swirled in my belly at the sight of him, my cunt swollen and aching and ready to be filled.

“I’m going to come soon if you keep doing that!” he exclaimed. His statement didn’t deter me, in fact, it spurred me on. I wanted complete control over this man, this moment, and took him even further into my mouth, his shaft slippery as he plunged into me. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair as pushed himself into me fully, picking up the pace and fucking my mouth harder and harder with each stroke. Knowing he was close to climaxing, I wrapped my lips around him tightly, taking his cock with full force. I felt his cock twitch, and shiver, and then felt the surge, his come exploding into my mouth and back of my throat as I happily swallowed his load. His hands clenched around my locks, pushing me down as he screamed, the remainder of his come spurting onto my tongue.

Knowing his exhibitionistic side, I had predicted this scenario wouldn’t last long, the allure of getting caught a catalyst to his personal bliss. I looked up, completely satisfied at my mischief.

“You are such a vixen. That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had…” He was still breathing heavily, pleasure plastered on his face. I laughed loudly at his clear satisfaction. Once recovered, he zipped himself up and we both exited the car. I kissed him on the mouth passionately, the taste of his seed still coating my tongue. We bid our adieus, and I watched him get into his vehicle before getting into mine.

“Until next time,” I whispered, my heart heavy as I drove myself home to my husband, and he his wife.

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