changing spaces

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Hello my wonderful readers….

I have always tossed around the idea of merging my two blogs into one. Didn’t know I had two? Let me explain. As you know, this is my home for all my erotica. What you may not know, is I have a second home At Longings End. This is the blog I share with my husband. There, I write about real life stuff. I write about our open marriage, life and what ever opinions or thoughts come to mind. Oh and there are always pics there too! You’ve been missing out on some nude Mina if you didn’t know about At Longings End! 

This place however, has always been dedicated just for my erotica. Well, I think it’s time to make a change and simplify things. Instead of merging the blogs, this one will stay as is. It will not be deleted. However, please note that I will no longer be posting new material here. I have made the decision to just start posting everything At Longings End. 

Please, follow me over to At Longings End if you wish to continue reading my erotica. If not, thank you for being a reader while you were here. 

xo mina 

© Secret Desire

#WankWednesday – echo

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#Echo

It’s in the stillness of the night, when the sky is clear and the moon illuminates the bedroom and the house is empty, that I truly enjoy the indulgences of my flesh. I like to strip myself of clothing, letting each article gather in a puddle at my feet. The sheets are cold and crisp as I slide into the bed. I physically shiver from the sudden coolness.

I trail my fingertips along my sides and my mind flashes to you. Flashes to the many times your hands ran up them. Your strong, masculine hands, causing an involuntary shudder and I keep myself from giggling. I do the same now, smiling as I let my fingertips glide over that spot that makes my tummy tighten.

My hands slide over my tummy, feeling the soft flesh. I can still feel your kisses, soft butterfly kisses that turn into sharp bites. My breathing labors as I think about the lashes my tummy endured from your whip. My mind runs in circles and I can feel the stings of the whips and crops as if it were yesterday.

I let my hands drift higher still and grasp my ample breasts. The very breasts that drove you crazy. I pinch and squeeze my nipples and my clit hardens in response. I think of the time they were clamped, cold metal squeezing my precious flesh. I like the feel of my breasts in my own hands. No wonder men go crazy for them. They are large yet firm. My memory flashes to a time when they were black, blue and welted. Marked by the precision of your blows. I spent days admiring the marks, changing colors as time escapes me.

My right hand slides up my neck. Visions of rope around it, tightening my throat and cutting off the very air I breathe, take over. Farther up my hand slides, until I take two fingers into my mouth and suck on them gently, letting my saliva bathe them. I think of your cock between these very lips. How I loved sucking your cock. Taking in the throbbing head and giving you the ultimate pleasure. I loved just hearing you, moan, gasp and curse. I moan into my fingers and let them drift down my body, my legs spreading wide.

Slowly I circle the hardened bud above my folds. The pleasure is like electricity coursing through my body. I dip my fingers into my aching cunt and I moan as I imagine feeling you between my thighs. I can feel your cock, sliding into my wet folds. Your cock thrusting hard into me, forcing the air out of my lungs. My breathing now becoming rapid as my fingers fuck my insides. Again I circle my clit and the pleasure continues to build. I’m wet for you. I ache for you. Even in my time of indulgence, it’s you I crave.

Harder and faster I rub my clit. My left hand grabs my breast and squeezes it hard. I yelp and bite the flesh of my arm. I want to feel you. I want to taste you. I want to fuck you. My orgasm explodes and my body shudders. I convulse and curse as each wave hits me. I can feel the rapid, powerful contractions of my inner muscles while I orgasm.

Panting, I slowly come back from my euphoric state. I roll over onto my side and gather the sheets around me for warmth and security. You may wonder what it is that I think about in the silence of the night. What is it that makes me need to reach between my thighs and pleasure myself? It’s not the vision of your piercing eyes as you command my attention. It’s not the memory of your cock as it slides in and out of me. It’s not the sound of the whip lashing through the air or the sting of my flesh as it welts seconds after contact. No, it’s your voice that does it. It’s the memory of your voice as it resonates through my body. It’s the words “you are mine”, that echo in my mind. It vibrates through my body and ignites the lust between my thighs. It’s a hunger I can’t deny, as my hand slips once more underneath the covers and into my wetness.

© Secret Desire

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Exciting news!

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Hello my lovely readers. I have some very exciting news to share. Not only will I be attending Eroticon 2012, but I have been given the honor of joining an elite panel discussing “Identity, ethics and sex blogging”.

What is Eroticon 2012?

Eroticon 2012 is the UK’s first conference for Sex Bloggers and Erotica Writers.

Held in Bristol on Saturday 3rd March, it is an all day event open to anyone writing about sex online from novice bloggers to published authors, the conference will provide a safe space to learn, share and network.

The schedule includes workshops and panel sessions covering a wide range of subjects from writing inspiration, tech-skills, photography, getting published and more.
In the evening you can relax and mingle with a glass of wine and listen to readings from the UK’s up and coming sex bloggers and writers.

Want to learn more about Eroticon 2012? Visit the site here. And while you are there, check out the speakers page, yours truly is on there and check out my personal bio on the site. *grins*

Are you thinking about going but still not sure? Here is an insightful post written by Aisling Weaver as to why she is going.

Are you thinking this conference may be well out of your league, because you are “just a sex blogger” and not a published writer? Well, it’s not. Admittedly, when I first heard of the conference, I didn’t think it would be for me. To be honest, I’m still wondering how I even got invited to speak. I look around at the fellow speakers at the conference and I feel like the runt of the pack. But maybe that’s the point, right? That’s what makes me unique. I may not be a published writer (yet) like all the rest of the panelists, but dammit, I think I’m not all that terrible at the smut I do write. I’ve also been sex blogging for about 7 years now and I like to think I know a thing or two about the “community” and I certainly have some experiences, lessons learned and some insight and opinions to share. To be quite honest though, I do like being the runt.

I’m really excited about going to Eroticon 2012 and I sure do hope I’ll see some of you there. I am most excited about putting a face to the bloggers I read and making new friends and connections. Oh and did I mention each ticket to the conference gets you a £50 to spend at LoveHoney?

#WankWednesday – Dance

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#Dance 

It starts with a glance. Eyes meet from across the room. A quick movement of irises, left, right, up and down. A dance of vision. Coy smiles erupt. Cheeks burn with heat. Fingers run through hair. Does one dare traverse the distance?

A twinkle in the eye, as fingertips trail goose bumped flesh. Lips near ears, taunting and teasing with verbal promises and intimate delights. Giggles, smiles and laughter with each euphemism caught in the air. The dance of flirtation takes flight.

Hunger erupts and lips meet, but briefly. Hands grasp flesh, pulling and pushing. A steady, rhythmic back and forth. Mouths collide and tongues begin to dance. Breathing grows rapid as it is forced through nostrils. Hastily breaking away, only to find a more suitable place to dance.

Surrounded by waves of satin, bare flesh exposed. Fingers begin their dance along craving skin. Inch by inch, fingers, lips and tongues cover ground. Left side, right side, not an angle left unexplored. One diving between thighs, delivering pleasure and resisting the urge to come up for air. Until the other, pushing against the current, engulfs the other in pleasure.

There is no more resistance. Aching arousal takes over. Thighs part, exposing wanton desire. One body over another, seeking claim. One thrust, pushing forward and finding purchase. A slow, steady rock begins. A dance of intimate proportions. Rocking of hips. Pushing and pulling. Arching back meeting every thrust. Movements changing from slow and soft to fevered and furious. Cheek to cheek, lips to ears. Fingers entwined and pinned to the mattress until finally the whirlwind explodes and all comes cascading down in one final motion.

Body flushed, sweat dripping, lips dry. Panting and sighing in complete contentment. The dance ends as it has begun. A stolen glance, a meeting of the eyes. A confirmation of things that happened and things to come.

© Secret Desire

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#WankWednesday – Crave

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#Crave

A lingering touch
Lips pressed against goose bumped flesh
Breathing in short gasps
 
Leather envelops neck
Collar locked into its place
My eyes burn with lust
 
On my knees for you
Hand caressing chin, you gaze
My eyes say it all
 
I stand before you
First strike hits, my backside stings
Tiny welts appear
 
I look back at you
Fingertips run along welts
It is not enough
 
The crop lands once more
Over and over it strikes
The welts burn my flesh
 
I say not one word
My eyes convey my message
I crave this sweet pain
 

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#WankWednesday – Blanket

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It started innocently enough. We took an evening stroll to our favorite spot, a grassy hill overlooking the city. The sun had set by the time we reached our destination and the darkness began to surround us. We sat for awhile, enjoying the view of an artificially lit city, before my husband laid back, his hands behind his head.

I followed his lead and his arm came out to meet my head. I nestled against his body, looking up at the night sky and taking in the twinkling night scape. It was the perfect night. Not too hot and not at all cold. Simply perfect for two lovers underneath the sky.

I threw my arm across his body and felt his fingertips trail along my skin. My arms erupted into tiny goosebumps. “Getting cold?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I answered. “I’m actually feeling quite warm at the moment.” I smiled, as I let my naked leg run along his pant leg.

He took me into his arms, kissing me passionately, while he moved over my body. While his one arm supported my head, he trailed his hand down my body, squeezing my breast firmly, before his fingers found my thighs. I spread my legs, letting him push his fingers between them and they found the small nestle of curls dampened from sweat and arousal.

“No panties,” he moaned into my mouth.

“No,” I answered between heated kisses.

He moved away from me, unbuckled his belt and let his pants and briefs fall below his knees. His hands ran up my legs, as he placed himself between them. I arched my back and raised my ass off the ground as he hiked my dress above my waist. A sudden rush of heat erupted between our bodies and there was an urgency between us.

He collapsed on top of me, smothering my mouth with his, as my hand reached down to his dripping erection. I let my body and hand guide him into me. One sharp thrust and he was inside me. I yelped into the moonlight. He fucked me hard, thrusting me into the grassy hill. I could feel the earth leaving it’s mark on my backside, as my husband left his mark within me.

My moans grew louder and intermingled with the sounds of nature around us. His breathing became harder and his thrusts more urgent. We held onto each other tight. My teeth dug into his shoulder, shielded by the fabric of his shirt. My screams were muffled. His mouth panted against my ear.

We made love under a blanket of stars and our orgasms were bathed by the moonlight.

© Secret Desire

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He calls me kitten and like any good kitten, I don his collar. The brightest of pink. Almost humiliatingly pink. There is no mistaking, I am a girl, his girl, his princess, his little kitten. On this collar, he’s attached a small bell. He likes to hear it.

It isn’t the sound it makes, the gentle occasional jingle, as I sleep on the large pillow at his feet, that he loves most.

It isn’t the way it jingles and thuds against my water dish as I lap at the cool liquid, that he loves most.

Nor is it the muffled sound it makes as he holds it in his hand while wiping the food away I have carelessly dipped it into.

It’s not the way it jingles as I move from room to room. Or how it catches the light as I crawl on all fours, that he loves most.

No, it’s the constant jingling it makes as he pushes me down to my elbows, my ass in the air, his fingers digging into my plump flesh while his cock thrusts into me over and over again, that he loves most. Feeling the searing heat of my womb as he plunges his erection into me repeatedly as that little, innocent jingle rings through the air. It’s the tightening of his grip around my throat as my moans interrupt his ability to hear my bell, that makes him even harder. He loves it. He loves pounding into me from behind, forcing the breath out of my body, making my breasts sway and always, hearing that melodic chime.

Nothing makes him harder than fucking me while wearing my kitten bell, except of course, of it’s faint, little jingle traveling down the hall and into his ear, as another man fucks me.

© Secret Desire

#WankWednesday – Arc

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#Arc

I have to let myself go completely, before I can surrender all of me to him. My thighs relax and my knees fall farther towards the mattress. I exhale loudly, feeling my stomach tighten and relax. My hands relax and fingers gently grip the sheets. My breathing begins to pace itself with his ministrations.

I feel the first tingle erupt as his tongue laps at the hardened bud now exposed from within my folds. Occasionally his scruff rubs against my thighs and I remind myself to open my legs wider. My hips rock gently. It is impossible for me to just lay there and let the pleasure find me. My back arches as I press myself harder against him, grinding my aching cunt against his face. I can hear his breathing begin to muffle and I try to relax. Holding my breath just intensifies the sensations down below.

I grip the sheets tighter. My moans become melodic and my grinding even harder . I try my best not to crush him between my thighs, but some things are worth dying for.

The tingle between my thighs builds into an ache. The pleasure increasing with no release in sight. Until suddenly, he slides his fingers within me. Immediately, my muscles contract around him and I moan loudly. His fingers and tongue create arcs of pleasure erupting from my clit and dancing across every inch of my body. I surrender to the fireworks cascading on my body. Sparks of electricity take over me. I howl as my body shudders and my folds spasm around his fingers. A burst of wetness coats his fingers as he thrusts within me one last time. My screams turn to weeps as the pleasure  overwhelms me and I curl into a tight ball as he wraps his arms around me, joining me by my side. He kisses my ear and goosebumps erupt all over my flesh. I smell me. I smell my arousal on his face. I turn to kiss him, tasting the very sex he gave me. No wonder he enjoys this as much as I do.

© Secret Desire

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It’s been nearly a month since we last spoke. Our final words of parting remain a fresh wound on my heart. You come to get your things and when you buzz the building, I grant you entry without even asking who is there. If I were smart, I would have left the box outside my door, so that you could silently collect your things and be on your way. But the masochist in me, feels otherwise.

You silently knock on the door and I open it. Immediately our eyes meet and the emotions overwhelm me. My throat constricts and I choke on my own tears. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. I quickly kneel, grab the box and shove it into your arms. My lips quiver as I look at you, standing there, holding a box of belongings that once brought us so much joy together. I ready myself to close the door and then you speak.

“I’m sorry”, you murmur. You can barely look me in the eyes. My mind begins to race and I feel the rage building inside me.

You’re sorry? You’re sorry? You’re sorry for letting me believe you loved me? You’re sorry for letting me believe I was an important person in your life? You’re sorry for awakening my true submission and then slamming the door shut on it. You’re sorry for deciding that you no longer wanted to be my Master?

I slap you. I’ve never slapped anyone before. I need you to hurt like I do. You stand there, looking at me, a small pink handprint begins to erupt on your cheek. You looked at your life and decided I was the one thing that needed to go. I slap you again, harder. The tears begin streaming down my face. With my eyes blinded by the water works, I do not see you as you drop your box of belongings to the floor and catch my right hand. I startle by the surprise of your grasp and the loud crash. How dare you hurt me! I swing with my left hand, but you catch that one too.

Suddenly, I am being pushed into my apartment as you hold me by my wrists. Your foot kicks the front door closed behind you as you push me against the wall and the back of my head thuds loudly against the wall. Your lips find mine and I surrender to your kiss, fighting against your grip. I feel your lips and tongue kiss the stream of tears that flow down my face. I shake my head in disapproval. No, no I don’t want this. I fight you harder as you kiss my lips, cheek, and neck. I want to get away. I want you to go away.

“Look at me!” Your words sound broken as you beg. I open my eyes and see you, holding me and I see the tears streaming down your face. I hear the sobs coming from your mouth. I see the same tears falling from you as they do from me. I give into you. I give into us. Instead of holding me by the wrists, we hold hands, above my head and pressed against the wall. Passionately we kiss. I do not know where your tears stop and mine begin. All I taste is salt as we kiss. Your mouth runs down my neck and finds my breasts. You kiss them over the fabric of my shirt. I moan as your lips find my erect nipple and you bite gently. Your hands leave mine and glide down my body. You squeeze my breasts with your hands as you sob within my bosom. I cry above you, my tears raindrops on your face.

I feel your hands slip down my sides and creep below my shirt. I feel your warm, wet hands begin to trail up my flesh and I choke on the air in my lungs. “No!” I sob as I push you away. You lose your footing and slam against the front door. I crawl away, but I don’t get very far. You grab a fistful of my hair and your lips find mine once more and you kiss me hungrily as you lift me off the floor. You guide me into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed. You lean over me and all we can do is look at each other through our tear soaked eyes. I feel the wound begin to open slowly. My heart begins to beat harder. You growl as your hands grab my pants and you try to yank them down my hips without unbuttoning them. Succeeding, my panties slide down with them. You stop  long enough to see my naked cunt. This was your cunt once, remember? Your hand slides up my thigh and just as your fingers are about to find my folds, my aching folds, I scream for you to stop.

“No, please. Stop.”

You pause long enough to hear me and decide it’s not what I really want.

“No, no you can’t do this to me again. No more. Don’t make me fall in love with you all over.”

My words resonate and you finally understand, backing away slowly. Your eyes say all that needs to be said. No more words pass between us. I watch as you adjust your suit and wipe the water stains off your glasses. You nod in that way that someone does when they know they’ve caused so much pain but there is nothing that can be said to make it all better.

I listen as you close the front door behind you. I get up and make my way to the door. I sit with my back agasint it, holding my hands against my face as I sob into my palms while listening to you gather your things. A square of paper slips beneath the door and then the sound of your footsteps echo as you leave. I sob and sob hearing the sounds of your footsteps as they begin to grow quieter and quieter with each passing floor. My hand finds the slip of paper and I turn it over to read it. Through my tears I read, “I love you still. I’ll love you always.” I crumple the paper into my palm, letting my tears run the ink. Letting it wash away everything except the truth.

Love ruins everything.

© Secret Desire

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We are creatures of habit. Habits are hard to break. Bad habits even harder. You are my cure and my disease. You are my physician and my dealer. The addiction burns my soul. The heat swells within my gut, emanating into my chest, squeezing every last drop of blood and precious breath out of my body.

I choke for air. I choke for life. Just one more hit. I promise I’ll be good.

You haunt me. Tell me I don’t haunt your dreams. Tell me that your idle mind does not go to thoughts of me. You lie! You want this just as bad as I do. You feel the heat pounding in your chest. You feel the blood rushing to your erection as you think about it. Just one more hit. Just to hear the sound of the whip as it cracks through the air. Just to hear my yelps as it make contact with my flesh. You crave to watch the welts rise one by one on my bare ass. Your hands itch to wrap your fingers around my breasts, gripping them, squeezing them, causing the tears to run down my face till I can’t bare it any longer. Don’t deny it. You crave these things. You need these things. I need these things. I need you.

Feed my addiction.

I open my mouth wide. Take my head in your hands and slide your throbbing erection inside me. Let me feel the heated, soft skin slide over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. Saliva swells as I resist the urge to gag. Hold me in place. My breath forced out of my nostrils. My eyes swell in tears looking at you as you look down at me. You possess me. You own me. You control me. My drug. I suckle you. I wrap my lips around your cock and breathe the scent of you in. I moan as I feel the ecstasy take effect. My tongue swirling around your heated erection. I want more. I can never have enough. Fuck my mouth. Each gliding stroke, a claim to my body. I am yours still. I will be yours forever. Come inside me.

Poor judgment ensues.

Take it. Take my ass. It was you who dedicated your time into making it your orifice. It was you who worked so diligently to stretch my little anus for your ultimate pleasure. Fuck the condoms, I want your flesh. I want to feel the heat of you as you slide yourself inside your ass. Yes, your ass. It never stopped being your ass. Take it. I want to feel your erection as it opens my tight little anus. Make me yelp upon first entry. Make me squirm beneath you as you force yourself inside me, pushing deep and holding me in place. My tender rim slowly relaxing. Slowly opening up around your shaft. Just when I think I am relaxed, my muscles involuntarily contract and the discomfort starts again, but for you, for you it’s a sweet tight pleasure and you fuck my ass harder and faster.

The rush of the hit takes over my body. Each thrust into my ass sends me into euphoria. I cry out in happiness and need. Fuck me harder. Stretch me. Break me. Don’t stop. Let this last forever. The pleasure throbs throughout my body. Don’t stop. Give me more. Give me everything. Just don’t stop. Don’t ever let it stop again. Filling my ass full of your DNA so it seeps slowly as I stand, dripping down my legs.

Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need this. I need you. Just one more hit. Just one more, I promise. I’ll be good. I promise to quit you after. I just need one more.

© Secret Desire

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