I Want!

i desire

I want to take you out for a late breakfast in the morning. Talk shit over craft coffee and smashed avo. I want my eggs to go cold while I’m lost gazing into your big beautiful eyes, hooked on every word that dances from your lips. I want the world to fall away, where only you and I exist in our little bubble.

I want to sit at the bar with you and sip martinis, dirty of course, our toes tapping to the live jam from the corner. I want to feel your hand within mine. We chat when the band takes a break, but happy to enjoy listening to them once they resume, perfectly comfortable to sit silent in each other’s company.

I want to hold you throughout the night, our naked bodies pressed close together, kisses both short and long, but always impassioned. Your lips, as soft as gossamer, lilt my body, and my soul. I want to wake with the perfume of your hair filling my nostrils.

I want to go on a bushwalk with you, soaking in the scent of gums in the air, the sun dappling through the treetops. Our picnic upon the cliff top, homemade baba ganoush, deli meats and cheeses, gluten free crackers, picture perfect without the intrusion of an actual camera.

I want to tie you down to my bed and tease you until you beg for an orgasmic release. I want to cover your body with strawberry massage oil, before licking it all back off. I want to roll a wartenburg wheel slowly over you, along your hips, your sides, your thighs. You will find that fine line between ticklish and erotic.

I want to tongue fuck your dulcet pussy, lavish in her folds and keep you on edge, withholding your climax. I want to give you release only once my fingers latch onto your g-spot, with my mouth still engorged on your clit, and your body lashes about in seizure.

I want to see you take total control. I want to see you slide that harness up onto your hips, and watch as you slide the dildo into my ass and peg me. Thrusting at your own choice of pace, working my cock as you do. I want to see your tits bouncing as you do, the pleasure plastered to your face as you make me your own.

I want you to relish in the orgasm you deliver me, watching my cum spurt up onto my belly. The thick milky flow entangling itself in my snail trail. But I don’t want you to stop there. I want you to keep riding my ass, wrapping your hands around my ankles to raise my legs in the air, enough so you can better sink the dildo in even further.

I want to kiss and cuddle you after. My cum smearing all over our naked bodies as we make out like teenagers. Thirsty. Unbridled. Passionate. I want to twist your nipples until you’re ready for more, sliding my leg between your thighs, your cunt rubbing on my flexed quad.

I want to use my fingers elsewhere, so I’ll clamp your nipples up, stretch them out further. I want you on your knees, so I can eat out your ass while finger banging your pussy. Your whole body is a delightful smorgasbord, a variety of scents and flavours that nourish me, yet keep me ravenous for more.

I want to slowly awaken with you the next morning, our bodies exhausted and battered. I want to summon the strength to make you banana pancakes while you get the kettle on. I want you to grab me from behind while a flip the batter, and grab onto my cock while you kiss my neck. I want to smack your ass when you turn away back to our coffees.

But most of all, more than any of the above things, I just want you. Exactly as you are. Just the way you were when we first discovered each other, and all that may entail. That woman bursting with life and energy that sucked me in like I didn’t even know was possible.

Hookup on The Batu Batu Cave Tour Malaysia

Sex In Malaysia

Sex was the furthest thing from his mind when he boarded the Tourist bus in Kuala Lumpur.  The destination was the famous Batu Batu Caves in Malaysia.  Aishah, an illegal Taiwanese prostitute sat beside him and when he dozed off she decided to pick pocket him.  On awakening he saw what she did and the threat of reporting her to the authorities made her do whatever he asked that day.  And sex in the Batu caves was on his mind…..

Erotic Fiction Or Fact?

The best kind of erotic stories are one that’s based on the truth. Now i’m not guaranteeing that everything in this story is fact, but what i’m suggesting is that there were certain events that led to this story. . . Here goes.

A chance encounter while shopping reconnected me with an old friend. In the past we had a friend’s with benefits kind of relationship. And to be honest I had some experience as a slightly older boy having turned 18 a while ago and she had none. But jump forward 12 years and here we are catching up over a coffee, chatting about people and places from our past and it didn’t take long for one of us to mention our more personal adventures.

It was then that I learnt I was her first, it was news to me and I took the opportunity to give a cheeky compliment that she made all the right moves and seemed to know what she was doing, a natural.

Fast forward to a few days after our catch up and I receive a text from her, she quite openly asked during our coffee date if I was tempted to go off with her to some private place and relive some of those benefits we shared before or was she alone in that thought? I replied that the more we spoke about old times the more it crept into my mind – and i left it open to flirt.

In the days that followed we continued to exchange texts that where getting more and more on the subject of reconnecting sexually. One night the phone goes off again and it’s a simple but exciting question on my screen. “what do you want to do to me?” and to tell the truth I was shook, I didn’t know how to answer, was she expecting some descriptive play by play of a sexual encounter? Or was I expected to reply in a way that I can’t even begin to understand?

For the first time in many years I felt nervous, and decided to reply with a bit of a dodge “I want to fulfill your desires, whatever you want I will do”. If her first question didn’t make me feel nervous enough her next text had me completely questioning my self-image as a experienced sexual being, she began to describe how she wanted me to tie her hands above her head, kiss & bite her as I removed her clothes, and I thought well this isn’t anything new to me, all things I had done before. But that’s were my experience ended and I began to realized she had become a lot more experienced in exploring herself sexually than I.

The following texts all described how she will want me to choke her, spank her if she does not give the desired response, call her names & use all manner of devices on her, she ended out stating “I want you to completely dominate me” Not knowing what to say I responded with a joke “my safe word is keep going” to witch I was told safe words are useless when she is gauged.

I was both excited and nervous, she was defiantly requesting a kind of play I had never done. And I was running though my head, how do I go about this? How do I completely dominate someone and be in total control of another’s body, and that’s when I realized, she is the one who is in control here. She had outlined exactly what she wanted and I was putting all my thoughts and effort into how to successfully do this to her satisfaction. I had become so obsessed with making sure she was satisfied I didn’t even care if I enjoyed it. I felt like I was the slave here not her.

This was the first time my confidence as a dominant sexual being was challenged. She had told me that when we first had sex I was her first. But now I felt like I was the new one, nervous and scared of getting it wrong. And so I did what a lot of people would do, I completely hid my worries from her and acted like it was nothing new, not wanting her to know that this was new ground for me. Fake it till I make it I had decided.

Sex Stories

And so came the day when she invited me around. By this point there was no beating around the bush in how she spoke to me. “bring something to restrain me, and plenty of toys to fuck me with”

For a moment I considered the irony, she is the one completely in control of this situation in which I am to play the part of the one in control and boy had the tables turned from all those years ago where I was the one who knew what they were doing. A very new road lay ahead of me as I drove to her house, bag of toys sitting in the seat next to me, trying to compose myself and squash my clear nervous excitement. I received one final text before I arrived “the door is unlocked, I’m waiting”…..

VIP Interview Darren Michaels – Flipside Erotica!

Flipside Adult Stories

I’d like to thank you for agreeing to this interview. I’m quite intrigued by your work. You’re an acclaimed erotic novelist having won an Independent Publisher Award in 2010, and you currently have two books to your series Flip Side Erotica. Now, in a world full of smut and erotic stories, your books are unique in the sense that you tell the same erotic story twice, once from the female perspective, and once from the male perspective. You get your inspiration for these stories from your own sexual adventures, as well as your own imagination, often concerning people you know, have met and detailing the wicked adventures that you’d like to have with them.

 

You’ve mentioned that you’d been writing erotic stories for some time before you decided to publish your book. Why did you start writing Erotica in the first place?

I always has a desire for a creative outlet, but I learned that I am a terrible artist even though my father excels at this sort of thing.  I did do some creative writing as far back as grade school but in a typical structured school environment I was not really given the right guidance at the right time.  It was something that I had to explore on my own at a later date in life instead of developing along the way early in life.

As the story goes, my first attempt at this stemmed from a bet with a former lover of mine.  We were very casual in our relationship, but the sexual chemistry was off the charts.  One night early in our pseudo-relationship she called me and asked what I was doing.  I was knee deep in the middle of nothing at the moment, and knew if she was calling me there was probably a specific reason and that I was going to like it.  She informed me she had recently gotten a romance novel that she wanted to read to me; I wasn’t terribly interested in a “Prince on white horse rescues Princess and makes love to her in a field of daisies kind of story”, but I figured there was sex in the near future so I went over to her place.

I was way off base; the story was not anything like I had imagined, it was a rough and hot sex scene.  It really was a turn on in general, but more so that she was reading it to me in that context.  The build-up, anticipation, and final act were well crafted and painted such a great picture it was downright artistic.  We tore each other apart after that, an amazing night of passionate sex fuelled by this one passage in this book.  Afterwards we were lying in bed together and I made some comment about how I would like to write stories like the one she had just read.  She laughed out loud at me; stating “you can’t just make stuff like this up, these people go to school to be writers.  You are kidding yourself.”  I took it as a challenge.   We made a bet (the details of which I have yet to reveal publicly) and I was given one week to write an erotic story.

I had never done anything like this, but I was determined to not only win the bet, but to become the artist I had always longed to be.  I sat down in front of my laptop and the words just flowed out of me; like a dam had broke.  I could barely type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts.  It was a liberating and fulfilling experience in and of itself.  A week later I turned in my homework.

She read the story, which was about the two of us, without so much as a reaction throughout the pages.  I thought I had bombed.  Finally, she finished, and I was waiting uncomfortably for my C- grade.  However, when our eyes met it was clear I had hit my mark.  “Take off your clothes” was all she said to me…

From that moment on, I would write erotic stories.  I would share them with other women just to make sure I wasn’t being graded by a biased audience.  It was clear that women loved the idea that I could express myself in this manner, were very aroused at the prospect of having an experience similar to what they were reading.  I wasn’t some fictional character; I was the guy at the next cubicle over or who goes to the same gym as they do.  This in turn lead itself to more “adventures” and more material to write more stories, this cycle continued for nearly a decade.

Erotica From Both Perspectives
Erotic Flipside Fiction

You participated in an interview many years ago where you spoke about the difference between Erotica and Porn, where sensuality was mentioned, and you spoke about erotica being classier, and written with a broader audience, particularly women, in mind. With the mainstream uptake of books such as Fifty Shades of Grey – What are your personal thoughts on the differences between Erotica and Porn, and has your personal definitions changed over this time?

There are good and bad things about the story I am about to share.  It is my personal history, I don’t cast blame or believe this has had too many ill effects, but it not ideal for most people in most cases.  When I was 16, my parents went away for a long weekend, taking my sister with them.  It was my first weekend alone ever, and the warning I kept getting was “NO parties!”.  Little did they know what really was in store for that weekend.  For several years, my neighbour had always told me someday she was going to do me a huge favour.  As an awkward teenager I probably did nothing but giggle, not really knowing what she meant.  This was the weekend I would find out what that really meant.

I’ll spare the nitty gritty details, but suffice to say I spent a weekend going to school in the sexual realm.  She was a very patient and understanding of my lack of knowledge.  We talked, we experimented, she showed me exactly how to be an attentive lover by example.  I was very intimidated at the time, but I also knew that this was something that would have tremendous impact on my understanding of sex.  I remember her saying that every woman I am with in the future should write her a thank you note; I cannot disagree with that statement.  Far too many men learn about sex through porn and/or listening to other men bullshit and brag.  Neither is accurate or helpful.

 

What was the inspiration that led you to the idea – hey, I should share these stories I’ve written with the world?

It was a great creative outlet, and I wish it was as wholesome as that sounds, but I also found out it was a great way to have more sexual adventures.  It was as if I had cracked the code on how to turn on almost any woman I wanted to, if I presented the information appropriately.

 

Your books are based on the idea that they’re written from both a male and a female perspective at the same time, how do you go about writing a female perspective since you have a male body?

PiV intercourse might be seen as hard to describe and experience when you’re lacking that.I actually wrote the female perspective and then gave it to the woman who was involved in the story to edit for accuracy and proper representation of the experience.  On occasion I was off base, but for the most part the women who are comfortable enough with themselves to have a non-committed sex partner typically view the encounter in the same manner I did.

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What’s the creative process for writing a story from both perspectives, and what’s the requirements for the story being included in your book?

Originally the female perspective was a suggestion of someone who was reading my other stories; she said how cool it would be if you could hear the same story from both perspectives.  I gave it a shot, and apparently did a decent job with it.  I don’t consider the process much different than for the men’s side.

The main requirements for not too similar to any other story in the books; I want to not repeat the same process in simply a different setting.  I never went with anything too far from “mainstream” erotica; 50 Shades helped to expand that definition over the past few years.

 

When it comes to sex, many men are focused on their own pleasure. Reading, and surely through the process of writing, these stories it’s clear that that’s not the case for you. What are some of the challenges that you go through as you’re writing a female perspective, and how do you go about escaping the biasedness that might occur, if at all, as a result of the male ego towards creating pleasure for the women in your stories?

I think the same answer to the (two above) question posed earlier answers this as well.

 

Which is your favourite perspective to write from, and why?

I honestly do not have a preference; I would say the women’s perspective is more challenging, but I enjoy both equally.

 

What’s your go to comfort food?

No question, writing at Starbucks with a chai tea latte is a prerequisite.  Cheesy 70’s music in my headphones is a big help too

 

You state in one of your interviews that some of your stories are based on intimate encounters that you experienced a long time ago. How do you go about writing both perspectives in this situation?

I wrote both perspectives and then had the woman from the story edit her point of view for accuracy.  The book is a collection of 12 or 10 stories respectively from the first and second books, of which half of the stories are true and the other half are fabrications.  I never reveal which is which, partly adding to the overall mystery.

 

Between some of your first stories in erotica, to the ones that you write now, how would you say that you’ve changed?

I have grown as a writer, so I believe that the character development and the settings are better described.  Using the artist analogy again, my palate of descriptive adjectives and thoughts have expanded over the years of doing this.  Even though book 1 won the IPPY award, I think the stories in book2 are better

 

I have to ask, in many of the stories that you write, the male comes across as sensual, romantic, and intuitive. Is this you in real life as well, or have you creatively embellished just a little?

I like to think I portrayed myself as accurately as possible in the stories.  I am sure that is a biased answer however.  J

What would you like people to get out of reading your stories?

One of the things I hope is an obvious takeaway is that the women in the stories are very empowered and in control of their sexuality.  Some much opportunity is missed simply out of the fear of rejection or looking foolish, but there is so much to gain by taking a chance.  Also, I hope that it is clear that I do not use women for sex and toss them aside, that a friends with benefits relationship can work if both parties are adult and realistic about it.  Having the tough conversations in advance is so much better than dealing with the aftermath of two misaligned people.

 

Are there any plans to keep on writing, and what’s next for you?

I am working on a third book, but it is a little different slant.  I am not currently writing it in the Flipside fashion; it is from my perspective but I am going to explore the swinger/open relationship lifestyle.  In the book, I am the one with the insecurity issues with this arrangement, not the woman.  It has been an interesting exploration so far.

 

Final thoughts – what would your advice be for people wanting to write erotica?

Do it…just start writing and learn as you go.  Don’t write the book from start to finish; get started writing and organize it later.  Be creative first, and then later on worry about having it make linear sense.

 

I think this just about covers everything that we were looking at. I’d like to thank you for your time on this. I’m looking forward to hearing your answers on this, as I’m really interested in some of your perspectives on your writing. Thanks again!

How To Pick Up MILFS!

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Everybody wants to know where one can find a MILF for myself? But it seems like an almost Herculean feat. After all, how can you tell if someone is, in fact, a MILF? Where do you find them? Are they real? Well put those worries away because I can assure you that when you finish reading this article, you will be able to pick and choose any MILF that you please. Become a living legend and a shining beacon of hope to all the poor MILF-less men of the world.

Before You Can Become A God Among Men

Firstly, you need to actually find a MILF. I can attest to the fact, that this can be very tricky business. One wrong move and you can suddenly find yourself ostracized from several reputable establishments.

I mean, I’m sorry, since when is hitting on tight brunettes at Applebees, in front of their kids wrong? By the way was it really necessary to throw me out? Jesus, who the hell even gets kicked out of Applebees?

Nobody that’s who and it’s an embarrassment to America, when fascists like them get to stomp on the dreams of the working man so easily. Outrageous injustices aside, it was clear that I would have to use a little more finesse in acquiring a MILF.

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After My Failed MILF-hunting Ventures At Applebees

I decided to head over to the local soccer fields. This is a great place to find bored moms who want to live dangerously, and can be a goldmine for fathers with their kids. I, unfortunately, have no offspring to call my own so I would have to work a little harder to get what I wanted. I spotted an uninterested mom on her phone and walked towards her. If you do happen to be a father of a kid who’s practicing with hers, this would be the point where you start a conversation about what a pain it is to drive the youngsters to and from practice. Once you open up the conversation, you should get to know her. Find out whether or not she’s single and if she is then great. If not, continue anyway. Try setting up a carpool situation, wherein she drives your kids one day and you drive hers the next. If she agrees then you’re golden and you can figure things out from here. If not then move on to someone else.

I myself have no kids, so this didn’t exactly work out exactly as I was hoping. When I approached the MILF that I had seen earlier, she asked me which kid was mine. When I told her that I just enjoy watching the women at the game, she gave me a strange look and moved away. If this happens to you, don’t be discouraged and try to realize that some women are just plain rude. You’ll find that some women are simply not willing to submit to your advances, so please try to find another target.

The Art Of MILF Hunting Can Be Used At Different Places

Just don’t pursue people that don’t want anything to do with you because there are definitely plenty of steaming hot MILF fish in the sea, just waiting to be caught. There are many places to have sex. Some of the best places I would want to have a close encounter with them include an elevator or a bathroom or may be even a kitchen. I mean, Moms that cook food are meant to be tastier.

Anyways, Imagine An Elevator

I am inside it with a hot MILF Rebecca with big tits, round ass and tight clothes. Now you may argue about the practicality of having all those traits in one Mum, but trust me, when you have the eyes, every mum is just perfect. Coming back to the elevator, I am an income tax agent and while we are traveling to the ground floor, she receives a call from her boss who tells her to destroy the current audit report as it showed great profit and tax to be paid. She is tensed and worried about the consequences if anybody comes to know about the orders. I press the stop button while the lift is somewhere in between the 3rd and 4th floor and tell her that I am an income tax officer and she could be jailed for abetting her boss. She pleads for forgiveness and says she would do anything for getting out of the mess. And I use this opportune moment to ask her to have sex with me then and there. She resists the request and asks if there is any alternative. I simply tell her that its either this or jail. She agrees but pleads that nobody else gets to know about it and why would I have any objections to that.

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I remove her panties and lick her pussy. Totally turned on, she removes her bra and spreads her legs wider. I go deeper with tongue making her want it more. After making sure she just can’t get enough, I get up and ask her to give me a blowjob. Her round full breasts bounce up and down when I push my dick deep into her throat. With both of us at our peak excitement levels, I ask her to bend over and insert my dick into her tight vagina. Suddenly the lift somehow starts again. I press the stop button but it just doesn’t seem to work.

Disappointed we dress back just in time. I stop her from going out and I am amazed to see another one of her MILF colleague get into the lift. The lift starts is journey to the 15th floor and just as we start, Rebecca tells everything to her colleague. Before her MILF colleague can help, I press the stop button, get her mobile phone out of her clutch and threaten her that she too will be in trouble. A lift with two hot MILFs is a feast for me. I undress both of them and we have nice threesome and I cum all over the mums. We go all on our separate ways, with MILF desires satisfied for the time being.

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