Archive for February, 2009

Music For Monday – Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor

Posted in Giggles, Music for Monday on February 23, 2009 by naughtysecretary

From Flight of the Conchords. Enjoy!

Sunday Secrets – PostSecret

Posted in Musings with tags on February 22, 2009 by naughtysecretary




A full set of secrets can be found every Sunday at PostSecret.

Sugasm #159

Posted in Erotica with tags on February 22, 2009 by naughtysecretary

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #160? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
The Annual Anti-Valentine’s Day Posting: 2009 Edition
“Ahh, Valentine’s Day. Sigh.”

“We talk a lot about putting me on display, and it was even more intense in reality as it has been in fantasy.”

“At the edge of the precipice, my nerves rippling with electricity, i tumbled down into you”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Compassion: A Call From Baghdad

Editor’s Choice

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
A different approach to polyamory
Do vegetarians make good lovers?
Onesies and Twosies
Things I’ve Discovered I Like
Understanding Masturbation Addiction [podcasturbation]

Sex News, Review, and Interviews
20 Questions with Shawn (aka Syd Blakovich)
The Choices We Make…
Stars In My Eyes
Tribute to Milton

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Dakoda Brookes
Hearts -HNT
In the garden of lust

BDSM & Fetish
25 Things, the Kinky Way
The Domme Experiment – The Result
Firsts, part 2
Single Minded Passion
“There is no ’should’” and the sex-positive “agenda”

Erotic Writing and Experiences
A Bossy Blowjob
A Gift for Daddy
Guess Who I Came Across At The Weekend?
My Idea…
Naughty Rose goes bananas!
Petulant and Demanding
The Scream
While She was Waiting

The Conduit

Posted in Erotica on February 18, 2009 by naughtysecretary


I thought about the taste of her sweet pussy as I shuddered in bed today. Yes, your wife, the one you’ve taunted me with time and time again. With her legs about my shoulders and her hands in my hair, I thought about licking her to a quivering mess while you fucked me deeply from behind…

Me, the conduit of duel pleasure? Oh, how I’d jump at the chance.

I want to watch you fuck her, the union of husband and wife over me, with me. Take her tight cunt from behind and look into my eyes as you fuck her slowly, deliberately, her beautiful smooth body pressed between the two of us. Hear her moans and gasps as I feather my fingertips so lightly over her engorged clitoris, exploring her wet slit as you plummet into her, my hands running over your balls from underneath as you take her, own her, mark her flesh as yours…

I think we should kneel under the hot spray of the shower, kissing, fondling, licking each other while you take yourself in hand, rock hard at the sight of us slippery and wet. Your taut skin passing both of our lips in unison, tongues dancing, swirling, sucking at your cock, lapping at each other while we service you. Do you know how much I want that, ache for that, long for that to happen? Imagine our locks, wet and tangled, each tightly clenched in your hands, our moans rising with the steam as your come spurts over both our faces, cheeks, and lips, our hungry mouths open, ready, greedy…

Can I taste her on your cock? Slip it into my mouth after you’ve caressed her pussy into climax. Will you permit me to lick and suck at her silken labia, paint a path all over her mound as you come within her? I want to hold her legs back as you fuck her depths and make her scream for reprieve. Watch me lick at her mouth and plant kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, her jawline, her slender neck as you bite down hard on her shoulder, our mouths meeting, your heat swelling within her, engulfing her, swallowing her whole as I fuck every part of her with my lascivious tongue…

I want her as much as I want you. I want to dip her into bliss whilst I intoduce you to ecstasy. Will you let me be the conduit of your married pleasure?


Posted in Erotica with tags on February 17, 2009 by naughtysecretary

Did you feel the sting blooming when my hand cracked down on your ass last night? You fuck desperately when I pull your hair from behind.

Really? You want to play like that? I like that your cock is going to be hard all day thinking about me waiting in bed wearing lingerie when you get home.

Yes, I am thinking about your legs in stockings pressed against my chest while I thrust deeper and deeper into you. And, in the back of my mind, I’m thinking about tying your hands behind your back, putting you face down on the bed, and making you fuck back on a dildo I’m holding in my hands. At the rate you’re going, I’ll cane your ass so red you won’t be able to tell it from your suspenders…


It would be a shame to waste that nylon rope I bought. I want to spread your legs with a spreader bar, bind your hands behind your back, and gag you while I hold the bullet between your legs and torture you until you come. I’ll put you in front of a mirror and sit behind you so you can watch me stroke myself. That could be bad. I might just come into your thong and shove it in your mouth.

You know I love your come all over me any way I can get it.

I know you do. Even when I come on my finger and slide it into your ass. I would love to tie you to a chair and tear your clothes from you slowly…

I think I’m in trouble when you get home.

What makes you say that?

I can hear your growl from here.

I want to tease you until your pussy aches and your throat is sore from begging for my cock. I am going to hold you inches from orgasm for what will feel like an eternity…

Oh my God. See?

Yes. And I bet you can’t wait.

I’m incredibly wet already.

Nothing gets you more wet than when my hand smacks down on you. The fact that it pleasures you only makes me grit my teeth harder when I think about it…