Friday, March 28, 2008

Top 10 Places to Get Down and Dirty


I like lists. It was fun doing the last one and I thought I’d do one more just for the heck of it. I wrote this in a hazy stupor this morning, just minutes after waking up.

I’d love to hear where everyone else’s favorite and naughty places to have a sensuous tryst are. Even more fun, how about somewhere where you haven’t but want to?! I’m sure MY little list is tame compared to yours. Shoot me an email or post a comment and I'll make another list with everyone's favs.

  1. Limousine
  2. Dressing room
  3. Stairs
  4. In an office
  5. Elevator
  6. Kitchen counter
  7. Hood of a car
  8. Public restroom
  9. Cemetery
  10. Swimming pool

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Naughty, Naughty Librarians, Oh My!




In an earlier blog I mentioned I was working on a story about librarians. The two saucy librarians in my story are…well, burning up the sheets and I’m not talking about the ones between two book covers. In this excerpt, we catch them exiting an elevator at a hotel where they are attending a library conference.

"Waiting”

By Dylynn DeSaint


“Are you wearing it?” I ask her, my eyes searching her neck and stepping away as the doors open up.

With eyes cast downward and forming a sexy smile on her beautiful pouty lips, she murmurs; “Yes, Mistress.”

Tugging at the fabric, she lowers the neckline of her turleneck sweater so that I can see the leather collar with the shiny metal letters forming the words, Her Slave, wrapped snuggly around the smooth skin of her neck. The darkness contrasts beautifully against her tawny brown skin and beautiful black hair. The big metal ring in the front looks lost without its leash. I can fix that problem later on.

As soon as I see it, I walk off the elevator with her trailing behind me. We search for our separate rooms. I find mine, open the door and push my luggage inside, letting the door close behind me. I listen for hers to close too. I wait. Soon I hear the door handle turning to the room adjacent to mine. She opens it. I grab her by the wrist, pull her roughly inside my room and shove her up against the wall. She cries out as I grab a fistful of hair, yank her head back and kiss her hard, bruising the soft lips that I’ve craved with mine. Shoving my hand under her blouse I maul her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples between my fingers until she whimpers against my lips.

“Miss me?” I taunt her.

“God baby, I did…and so much!” she gasps breathlessly, biting my lips like a bitch in full heat and wrapping her legs around my thigh. I can feel the heat and moisture from her cunt searing into my leg.

“Show me how happy you are to see me then,” I say as I release her from my grip.

© March 19, 2008 Dylynn DeSaint

No part or portion may be republished or reprinted in electronic or any other format, in any language, translation, or version, without express permission from the author, except brief passages which may be quoted in a review.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Did you know.....

I was working on a bio for Sapphic Planet and was going to include this list but decided it was too longwinded of me. What better place to put it than here since I'd already written it? Let's see if you and I have anything in common :)

  1. My favorite food is Indian food.
  2. My favorite female musical entertainers are Goldfrapp, Missy Elliot, Fergie, Dixie Chicks, and Diana Krall.
  3. My favorite color is green.
  4. I love to play devil’s advocate during office debates.
  5. I have perfected the art of giving the appearance that I’m listening or paying attention when I’m really not.
  6. I stopped reading the newspaper and watching television after the last presidential election. Ok, I watch Ugly Betty and the L word but that’s it.
  7. I hate hot weather yet live in Arizona.
  8. I own more watches than I need.
  9. I wear a watch everyday but am late to nearly everything.
  10. I bring my laptop with me everywhere I go.
  11. I listen to music every single day and as much as possible.
  12. I stopped listening to the radio two years ago (since I got an ipod) and sometimes forget how to work the one I have in my car.
  13. I don’t have any tattoos but have 5 piercings in my ears, 3 on one side, 2 on the other.
  14. I still like to eat Frosted Flakes & Cap'n Crunch, sometimes at 3am in the morning when I can't sleep.
  15. I like to chew ice.
  16. People tell me I'm an extrovert even though I feel like an introvert. .
  17. I'm weird but find being weird is better than being normal because normal is boring.
  18. I borrowed the idea for this list from a friend.
  19. I like odd numbers, hence why this list ends with the #19

Sapphic Planet

I joined a new Yahoo writer's group called Sapphic Planet which was started specifically for writers in the F/F genre. It's a place to discuss our stories, brainstorm, critique and also to discuss promotional ideas.

We are working on plans to produce an F/F erotica/erotic romance anthology with contributions by members of Sapphic Planet. Join Sapphic Planet and be part of this important anthology in celebration of our genre!

Sapphic Planet was opened to give authors of F/F a place to congregate and work on ways to make F/F more popular, bringing it into mainstream. For those of you that write this genre and would be interested in taking part, please email Beth Wylde at b.wylde@yahoo.com .

Sunday, March 2, 2008

SHORT STORY -Lesbian Erotica - Another Business Trip

It’s been four days since you’ve been gone. I’ve been going about my normal routine just like all the other times when you’ve had to go away on your business trips. The only difference being, the last couple of days I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.

On my drive to work, images of your naked body fuel visions in my mind instead of the scenery. I hear your voice and the soft moans that you make when we make love instead of the music on the radio. I find myself smiling in a hazy stupor at the drivers next to me at traffic intersections for no reason at all. I’m in a daze, obsessed, and missing you terribly.

While you’re gone each waking hour that ticks by slowly on the clock brings on a growing number of vivid memories and sensual fantasies. My thoughts alternately cross between both all day. In my fantasies our lovemaking becomes rougher, kinkier, and more passionate. I become a dominant bitch, using and forcing you to have kinky sex with me while violating your body to suit my whims. Your pain becomes my pleasure. My love of ass play is unrestrained and I urge you to become more enamored of being blushed while I fuck you to exhaustion.

Each thought, each moment spent thinking of you becomes more lurid and wild. If not for having to do everyday things, I’d be stuck in this delicious mental orgy.

Everything reminds me of you. This morning, I watched a thick stream of silky honey dripping off of the teaspoon dangling above my breakfast tea and became lost in the memory of one of our many trysts. This one involving dribbling wine from my glass onto the rose colored lips of your cunt beautifully nestled in the soft dark curls between your thighs. You lie there, watching me, transfixed by both the sight and feeling of the cool wine traveling along the soft folds leading to the essence of your desire and my tongue brushing gently across the sweet wetness emanating from your body. You quiver at the sensation and spread your legs wider apart, gasping quietly as I lap up the sweet nectar.

I study your face as my tongue swirls around the pinnacle of your lust, the tiny epicenter throbbing and rising under my lips. You look back at me through hooded eyes, biting your lip, then tossing your head back and gently thrusting your hips sensuously upward in an attempt to make firmer contact with my mouth.

I love it when you lose yourself in the pleasure that I give you, it makes me ravenous and more determined to shake your world to the core. You are the instrument of my pleasure.

The blissful state of nirvana that I seek is found when I have my face buried between your thighs, gorging myself on the sweet ambrosia that emanates from the free-flowing spring of your lovely body.

Together we create an erotic montage of soft moans and sighs. It is the music that I live for, the sweet celestial intonation of our voices rising through a beautiful and sensuous crescendo. I am the conductor of this piece, guiding you languorously through each melody, my tongue lightly flicking at your clit, eliciting cries that are muffled by your attempts to restrain yourself. You want to make it last now and I love you for it.

I signal my own intentions of making our pleasureable merging of souls a long and slow paced Aria by moving my lips away and lightly kissing the inside of your thighs.

Getting up on my hands and knees now, I grab a pillow and place it under your bottom, placing you high enough so that I will have access to previously unchartered territory.

I tell you to stay put.

Pulling the strap-on harness and thick dildo out from a drawer in the nightstand, I quickly put it on. You close your eyes and I watch a sexy smile creep across your lips. I smile to myself as well because what I am planning to do with it is not what you are expecting.

Lying back down on my belly, I part your sweet thighs once again and use my tongue to travel slowly along the exquisitely smooth and silky skin between your cunt and ass. You arch your back upward again and I watch your breasts quiver as you attempt to guide me back up to your throbbing center of pleasure. Following your insistent cue, I deliver long slow strokes of my tongue through your silky and moist folds, indulging in your sweet offering and dipping two fingers inside your luscious wet core. You respond by tightening and clenching around them. I ram them in hard and deep, prodding your g-spot with each stroke. You instinctively wrap your thighs around my neck and with your hips, thrust your insatiable cunt into both my face and fingers. I could make you come right then and there if I wanted to but I’m not ready. I have something else in mind.

Strumming the smooth skin of your buttocks, I spread your ass cheeks apart and whisper how much I love pleasing you and want you to open up for me. You respond by grasping your knees and pulling them upward so the sweet flower that you keep secretly hidden is completely exposed to me. Brushing my lips against the exquisite and tender entrance, I lovingly pay homage with light flicks of my tongue in and around your ass.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I push my tongue gently through the tight entrance and your hips squirm sensuously with each thrust inward and out. I listen intently to the soft purrs and moans escaping from your lips. It is the music that I live for.

When I am satisfied that you are ready, I push my finger inside and feel your body tense slightly. With my other hand, I insert my thumb into your cunt and begin to thrust. You grind against both fingers slowly at first then more urgently, seeking your own pleasurable rhythm.

This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for, when you are the hottest and most eager. Without warning I quickly pull my fingers out, get up on my knees and pull your legs up so that both of your ankles are resting on my shoulders. I quickly squirt some lube onto the dildo. Grasping the tip, I guide it into the opening of your ass and hesitate for a moment, allowing you to become accustomed to the fullness. I grab your ankles and lean forward into you, sinking the dildo completely until it disappears. You look up at me, your eyes pleading with me silently and urgently, willing me to fuck you, rough and hard.

Grasping your ankles again, I splay your legs wide open and ram the dildo into you more deeply; so hard that my body tumbles onto yours. You moan loudly and begin to thrash uncontrollably. I feel the sting of your fingernails raking into the skin of my thighs and the pain moves me to plunge in harder and deeper inside of you. You scream out, urging me on. Heaving and gasping above you, I thrust my body into yours roughly and have to grasp onto the sheets to keep your body pinned underneath me.

Soon you release your soul to mine and your body shudders as an orgasm sears through every inch of your flesh.

I close my eyes and revel in the memory of our lovemaking, so much so that I can almost taste you on my lips and feel the warmth of your skin on mine. The sweet afterglow of that crazy passionate tryst warms my entire body even now.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I mindlessly stir my tea and stare out the window. I drink in silence and close my eyes momentarily savoring the steamy memory, when I sense your presence in the house. My heart, mind, and soul are so wrapped up in the desire that I feel for you that I wonder if you’re feeling it too, right now. I listen intently, expecting you to walk through the door at any minute but know that you won’t.

I look down at my watch and sigh. I’m going to be late for work yet again. Gathering my keys, I leave the half empty cup on the counter and head out the door. On my drive to work, I think to myself that while you are gone, I’m going to allow my mind the sweet luxury of uninhibited carnal fantasies, all at your expense. My face suddenly grows hot at that thought and the endless possibilities.

Slowly I smile.

When you return from your trip, my love, I am going to enjoy you…be ready, be very ready.


© March 3, 2008 Dylynn DeSaint

No part or portion may be republished or reprinted in electronic or any other format, in any language, translation, or version, without express permission from the author, except brief passages which may be quoted in a review.