Sunday, May 18, 2008


"Suck my cock."

We were hanging out on the couch when Morgan turned to me and unzipped his pants.

Soon, I was kneeling between his legs, my mouth stroking his big hard cock, pushing the fat tip far down my throat, deep against the back of my neck. I looked up at him as I sucked, enjoying the pleasure on his face, the half-closed eyes, the open mouth.


Opening wide, I took him down as far into my throat as I could open, enjoying the choking feeling as he hit the back of my throat and droll ran out the sides of my mouth.

His fingers are inside me, just the way I like it. It hurts when he touches me this hard, hurts in this way that resembles an itch I am just burning to scratch.

It feels so good as he pushes and probes, stretches his hand out wide, pulls the lips broad, pushes his hand inside me hard, deeper, deeper, until I'm dripping wet, my wetness, my smell running down the inside of my legs, coating his hand.

And then he flips me over and I'm on my knees, bent over the chair, and he shoves it right in, big and hard and fast, just the way it feels so good to me, and I come and come, his hard cock pushing against my g-spot from the inside, my joyful screams a special grace floating in the air.

He's an ass man the most, loves it, dreams about it, shuts his office door and beats off thinking about it, about shoving his big hard cock into a woman's secret place, that deep inside hole of secrets he likes to force open and maintain.

We do it in all these positions: bent over the chair, on the sofa, in the bedroom bent over the pillow.

"I want my baby to come and come," he says, and I do, coming hard, the orgasms making me scream with pleasure.

And then there is the moment I am so high, just sex-stoned like you wouldn't believe, a well-used up fuck toy and little rag doll, bent over in the same position as the last earth-shattering come, but ready to do whatever he wants, to make the pleasure lasting and shared.

So when he rolls me over, takes my ass, positions it high in the air, and works his big, hard cock right up inside me, I am right there., As he holds my hips back so he can slam it into me, over and over, deep and hard, I' m right there. I'm so nuts for this man, so high on sex, I just arch my back and meet him every time, so steady he thrums like a bass chord deep inside me.

And then there is the moment I come again, and the Nth time. And the moment when he finally comes, and the moments after when we touch and hold each other, that deep chord we played together thrumming on and on.

"You are my darling, special angel, my love," he purrs as I move against his chest and curl into the crook of his arm, the hot, sweet sweat almost a mist on his skin, both of us wet and slick with love.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Plum: The slut's anatomy

I think one of the reasons I stopped posting was that I lost faith in non-monogamy.

I mean, I am still a slut, but I don't know that I find polyamory very meaningful right now except as a way to justify having more sex with multiple people, something I don't need to justify if I feel like doing it.

Or, to put it another way, I'm not as interested in having multiple partners to have sex with. I'm interested now in having one partner and having sex with people I feel like having sex, either with my partner, or without.

And I've passed up some chances to have some interesting sex, because, well, I just don't have enough time right now, and spending time with Morgan is more important than some of the people who run through my passing parade.

Of course, that doesn't mean that I don't have adventures, or that I am not going to tell you about them, it just means that things here are going to be a little bit different, and maybe some new readers will join in.

Where I have been, and why I am back

Plum here. Yep, still Plum, still a slut, still exploring.

But I got so busy, I had to take a break.

And then my life changed, and I got tired of writing erotica, tired of describing all those orgasms(tough job, eh?).

So I stepped away, as one can so easily do in the blogosphere, as they call it.

But now I am ready to come back.
So, please bid me welcome.

This speaks to me

"Being a sex radical means being defiant as well as deviant. It means being aware that there is something unsatisfying and dishonest about the way sex is talked about (or hidden) in daily life. It also means questioning the way our society assigns privilege based on adherence to moral codes. If you believe that inequities can only be addressed through extreme social change, then you qualify as a sex radical, even if you prefer to get off in the missionary position and still believe there are only two genders."

- Pat Califia, From her book, Public Sex - 1994