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Sinful Santa

♦ Merry Christmas and a very happy New year to you, reader! I hope you don’t mind the slightly delayed greeting, but it’s been a busy holiday period of mince pies, stolen kisses, cheer and far too much Magic the Gathering. I’ve been relaxing, spending time with loved ones and generally making merry, so I haven’t had chance to post anything festive until now.

I hope, then, that you won’t be so bored of the whole affair that you’ll begrudge me showing you my Christmas Day outfit. I’m fairly sure that you’ll enjoy it!

Sinful Santa Close-Up

Ah, but you’ve undoubtedly seen my cleavage in pictures on here before. It’s certainly one of my favourite camera angles. It’s Christmassy, sure, but it’s not anything new. Well then, how about something a bit more daring? A bit more revealing? A bit more risky? My body, perhaps. A glimpse of face, perhaps. Not to worry, I know just how to pull that off.

Sinful Santa Revealed

Ah, a Father Christmas hat that hides a multitude of sins and a trippy background that does the same. No-one needs to see my Psyduck. No, that’s not a euphemism.

Anyway, I’m pretty pleased with how these turned out, given the outfit was for Crush’s sake and not yours. I didn’t intend to pose, but then the natural lighting was so good (isn’t it?) and I felt so sexy that I thought I’d get my lad to take a couple of quick ones before we got further dressed to go and open presents.

So, what do you think, festive enough for you? If you’d sat on this Santa’s lap this Christmas Day, what would you have asked her for? ♦

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State Alchemist

♦ OK, so if I had a Vixen Creations Mustang, this picture would be even better, what with the gloves in the picture belonging to a character called Mustang, but as it is, I still really love the Tantus Adam in this shot. Not the best shot in terms of technical quality, as it was taken on my phone, but you’ve got to admit that dildos and anime gloves are not a combination you see every Toy With Me Tuesday.

State Alchemist and Tantus Adam

Let me explain. There’s no other Godly reason for these toy things to be in a photo together other than I took this just after I got both of them and I was very, very happy with them both. I say “got”, I made those gloves. Or at least I bought some white gloves and drew the design onto them. The design is the one from Flame Alchemist Roy Mustang’s gloves in Fullmetal Alchemist, which is a really awesome anime series. And Roy is a really awesome, and very sexy, character too. He’s a State Alchemist, hence the title.

In fact, he’s the second character I have a crush on called Roy, which is a really unsexy name, I feel. If you’re wondering, the other is Roy Greenhilt from Order of the Stick. Yes, he’s a stick man and, yes, he’s still sexy.

Anyway, what’s also sexy is the Tantus Adam. It might be weird to say a dildo is sexy, as such, but have you seen this thing? It is beautiful. When I first got it out of the box I just gazed at it and turned it over in my hands. For a day or so, it was too gorgeous to fuck. I wanted to treat myself. When I did, it was glorious. It’s smooth and well-shaped and the O2 texture is wonderfully squishy-firm.

Many of the dildos I have are awesome or pretty or cool, but this is still one of the most actually beautiful dildos I own. And not because it’s rainbow polka-dotted or awesomely zombielicious or delicately blue-and-white. It’s simple, it probably shouldn’t amount to much in the looks department, but Tantus have got this thing down to a fine art.

An art like alchemy? Tenuous segue is tenuous! In any case, I took this photo a while back, but I hope you guys still like it! What TV series or film would you, oddly, pair up with what sex toy? ♦

Toy with me Tuesday

Earning My Wings

♦ Some time ago, Crush and I (along with Alt) went to one of London’s fine fetish fairs for a bit of a shufty around. We came away with a few interesting items:  a fluffy-backed riding crop and a metal ball-chain flogger (ouch).

But perhaps the best thing we found was this vintage RAF jacket.

Vintage RAF Jacket

It was bought for Crush. I like old military uniforms and the RAF by far are the coolest, and sexiest, ones. It fitted him well and he looked very handsome and hot in it. He still does whenever he wears it.

But I have to admit, I’ve taken quite a liking to it myself. So I pinch it now and then. Men from the era being slim and me being plump, it doesn’t quite close, though…

Naked Boobs in Vintage RAF Jacket

I don’t know, do you think that’s a problem? Have I earned my wings? ♦

Wicked Wednesday

Steampunkstress

♦ I’ve always known I was a fantasy geek. I have a massive hard-on for swords and the fantasy genre is something I’ve grown up with. I’ve always appreciated sci-fi, but even though I love lasers and science and space, I wouldn’t identify particularly as a sci-fi geek (because that geekdom goes deeper than I can claim to have travelled). I’m not a horror fan as such, because whilst scary films are fine, I am an awful wimp when it comes to scary games 1.

Steampunk, however, is a bit of a newer genre, at least when it comes to being widely recognised. But it turns out I was a fan before I even knew what it was. Steam machines? Hell, yes. Corsetry? Damned sexy. Waistcoats? Like lingerie for men. Pocket watches? The height of cool. Cogs? Pretty! Dirigibles? Awesome!

I’ve slowly oozed into becoming a steampunk lover, it seems. The incredibly good Carnal Machines steampunk erotica anthology (which I’m considering doing a short review for) definitely didn’t help. When I saw this gorgeous corset on sale, I had to have it. Click the link, it’s worth it. The thing is beautiful.

So I bought it and soon, thank God, the perfect event came along for me to wear it. An Erotic Meet party. I pulled on a wench-tastic white blouse and laced my corset tightly over the top. I added my bronze pocket watch and my bronze Triceratops necklace. On my bottom half I started with nude hosiery, then black cotton bloomers, Victorian boots and a long black skirt hoicked up at the front to show off my legs. On my head, a top hat and, of course, goggles. I have to say, I think I looked pretty hot as a steampunkstress.

Here’s a snapshot I took, what do you think..? ♦

Steampunkstress

  

Notes:

  1. Limbo was surprisingly doable, but the Ocean House Hotel level of Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines can fuck right off. Don’t even start me on Amnesia: the Dark Descent. No, really, don’t.

Ten Hut! – 100 Orgasms

♦ “Close your eyes,” I said and he did. He lay back on the bed and shut them firmly, anticipating, always eager to obey when he knew I had something planned. I did have something planned, even if that plan had come together in the space of five minutes in the next room, rooting through The Drawers for kink and kit.

We’re having our housewarming this weekend and it’s fancy dress, because fancy dress is fucking fantastic. I’ve been making a military beret for mine and something clicked in my head when I saw it lying there, discarded. I’d been thinking lacy and stockings, but now…

I shut the door behind me and straddled him at the hips.  When I allowed him to open his eyes he saw me dressed in the green beret and a very military-like khaki jumpsuit buttoned to the collarbone. I carried a crop under my arm, swagger stick style. I swear his eyes almost bulged from his head.

He was dressed only in his trousers and he looked beautiful. I’d already been impressed earlier that day by how gorgeous his arms looked: swimmer’s muscles, lean and lithe but strong.

You’ll have to forgive me. I may say it myself, but what he said to me and what I said to him and the roleplaying was so fucking hot. But I forget. My waves of orgasms are too good at wiping out the coastal villages of my memory. The details merge, the lines become brush strokes of eroticism on an Impressionist painting.

So, yeah, I forget stuff.

But the night was swimming with “Yes, Ma’am”s and permission asked and occasional cheek given. I enjoyed ordering him around and domming shit up and punishing insubordination where I found it, rewarding good behaviour too.

I unbuttoned the top of the khaki jumpsuit to show my breasts, naked but for a fishnet bodystocking and, supporting them, an almost Steampunk “bra belt”. My nipples poked through the black fishnet and I leant in towards his face. He sucked on my left nipple with ardour and I gasped and ground into his body beneath me.

Before I knew it, I was surprising myself with an orgasm. My grinding into him wasn’t even involved! This was all from his attention on one of my nipples and I inwardly praised my body as I shuddered on top of him.

Military-style banter that I so wish I could remember followed. Trust me: fucking hot. Crush respectfully suggested we try the experiment again to see if we could reproduce those results and I agreed, but this time I demanded to lie on my back.

He took my nipple in his mouth again and he began to suck, but my nipple wouldn’t be so easily swayed this time. No matter. As he sucked hard I began to rub my crotch over my jumpsuit and, not that he knew that, my black PVC thong underneath. I rubbed furiously, so turned on by his desire and the sheer fucking hotness of it all. Soon I was shuddering, a second orgasm rippling through me.

Now Crush was bold with lust and, as we switched places again, asked me if he could spank me.

Well, I was in charge as his Commanding Officer, so what to do? But a filthy thought occurred. I quite like the idea of hurting a man, something he might not necessarily like, as a form of payment by him to get something he really wants. I’m not sure what it is about it. Perhaps the idea that his lusts have overtaken him so?

In any case, I offered the price of five pinches of his nipple for an undefined period of spanking me. He accepted nervously and I began, gently, to pinch him. I brusquely told him to count and he did. But he tried to be cheeky, tried to count three when it was two. So I started again. He counted the fourth pinch before I’d actually done it, so guess what? I started again.

This time there were no mistakes and I dismounted him, leaning forward on hands and knees as he spanked me with the red paddle. Sometimes I hate that paddle. Sometimes, as you’ll see, I love it. But right now it was a hard one to take.

Take it I did, though.

Now naked, he sat on the edge of the bed and I produced my black metal handcuffs from the little pile of toys I’d brought in. I set them down and, hot from our exertions, stripped the khaki jumpsuit from my body. Now he saw the thong and the full glory of my bodystocking as its netting covered my sticky-hot curves.

The hat, I noticed, fell some time during the spanking. Now it was pure kinkwear, but we kept up our roles nonetheless. My geek society would be proud. :P

I opened the cuffs, managing to hook them into my fishnet on the way. Sigh. Unhooking them, I instead attached them to my intended target. I grabbed them by the chain and hoicked his arms above his head, scratching at his chest and back and eyeing him fiercely.

Letting go, I made him scoot up the bed and knelt between his legs, bringing my beloved Tango vibe with me. I placed it between my labia, cushioned by them and kept in place by my thong and thighs. I turned it on and felt it throb. I kissed my way up Crush’s body, crawling seductively, reaching his cock and…

…running my tongue playfully a centimetre above his shaft as if licking, but not. A tease. A torture.

The kisses marched up his chest and neck before I turned and swooped back down on his cock, licking for real this time, making love to him with tongue and lips. I was feral, enthusiastic, I moaned when he leaked pre-come and writhed back and forth, managing to rock against the vibrator nestled in my folds. I came once, twice as I licked fervently and then collapsed on his cock.

I offered to let him fuck me, right then and there. But Crush was on task. He knew I had a goal to reach and figured one more towards it before moving on couldn’t hurt. He asked me to carry on licking and sucking and coming on my bullet vibe, but this time he wanted some dirty talk. And, narcissist that he is, heh, dirty talk about him.

So I told him as I licked him about how hot he makes me, how sexy he looks, his gorgeous body, his thick cock and I licked and sucked. I wriggled and turned up the rumble on my vibrator until I came again, moaning on his cock, gagging myself with his erection.

The finest part of the evening was still to come though. And I’m not even talking about the penetration. No, while that was fantastic, I think I liked the next part better. Remember I said sometimes I love the red paddle?

He wanted to use it on me again, this time while I continued to use the vibrator on myself. I was only too quick to oblige.

It was interesting how through the whole thing, I was still in charge. Even when I asked him what he wanted, even when I shuddered under his hand as he spanked me. It was strange, although it shouldn’t be, and wonderful. I was his superior officer, he a lowly subordinate and I was using him for my kicks. Simple as. Whether he spanked me or not, it was my will and I could easily have him court marshalled in a snap, naturally.

I discarded the ridiculously-named “bra belt” and the thong and leant forward on the bed. He spanked me as I toyed with my clit using the vibrator and for a while it was much the same as the first spanking. Then the rumbling on my clit began to kick in and, as I worked myself towards another orgasm, I found myself wanting more and more and MORE.

“Harder,” I begged and Crush obliged. “Harder,” I cried and he hit harder still. With each gain in arousal I wanted more force, more pain. Soon I was coming hard and Crush was pounding on me as hard as he could. I had never taken this much force for this long before and I kept it up as I rolled into another fantastic climax. I was out of breath, sweating, shaking, I was full of the most wonderful feelings and sensations. I collapsed forward and turned onto my back, gazing at my beautiful lad with wide eyes.

“I love you,” I said, breaking character momentarily.

“I love you too,” he replied.

The sex that followed was frantic and amazing. Once I’d warmed to the large cock inside me, I told him he could go as hard or soft as he liked. I think he tried to teach me a lesson and soon I was bouncing, shrieking, revelling in the wonderful pleasure/pain of his rough thrusts. He came inside me after a time and we flopped next to each other, spent… ♦

Bruising

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Hot as Hel

♦ Well, since it’s Sunday and I’m sat here touching up photos from the Halloween party I went to yesterday anyway, I thought I’d join in Sinful Sunday and make it my first ever!

So, here’s a picture of my cleavage, Halloween style:

The theme was “Deities”, so I went as Hel, the goddess who presides over those dead souls that don’t go to Valhalla in Norse mythology. I’ve always loved Norse mythology (it’s my favourite mythology) and I’ve always liked Loki and his daughter Hel a lot. Hel is awesome and it makes for a cool costume, so I went for it.

I based my costume of Hel on the image of her in one of the Dungeons and Dragons books called Deities and Demigods, in which they list how you can represent gods from various mythologies in a D&D game. In the book, Hel looks like this:

So, yeah, that’s roughly what I looked like! Half-dead, half-beautiful with furs and robes and skulls and a white wig and awesomeness. It was great. Hope you like the half-zombied boobs! ♦

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Feast Your Eyes – Hallowe’en 2

♦ Life has been very busy and very full. I’ve plenty to write about and no time to write it. Huzzah! Oh wait. That other thing. Not huzzah.

In any case I did a Hallowe’en picture post last year so I may as well go for it again. Perhaps soon I’ll have five minutes and some energy to put aside for a proper proper post. ♦

Peach

Mummy

She's Alive

Aria

Conversations…. #1

♦ So I figured, with Fractal’s permission, that I’d post some snippets of sex-related MSN conversations now and then. Here’s one:

Blacksilk: I love how your skin feels on mine
Fractal: So do I, and I love the sounds of your moans as I lick and suck your breasts
Blacksilk: Those are because of how damn good you are at that and how amazing it feels.
Fractal: I’m glad, because I’ll be doing it a lot when you’re back
Blacksilk: Oh, I should think so. You won’t get away without it.
Fractal: Mmmm… I like the thought of not getting away.
Blacksilk: Not that you’ll want to, of course, but what’s more you certainly won’t be *able* to. I shall make sure of that. You won’t be going anywhere if I say you won’t, my sexy slave
Fractal: I’m your sexy slave? Are you sure that’s the right way around?…Don’t I get to rebel?
Blacksilk: Well, you could always try, I suppose, but I might have to come up with something to stop you. You’re mine.
Fractal: Oh, but I was so looking to seeing you in that teacher’s outfit, trying to boss me around when I suddenly rebel, push you onto the bed, face down, lift up your skirt and whip your behind until it needs the soothing touch of ice cubes, followed by my fingers teasing your wet clit to climax.
Blacksilk:…Whatever I say is hardly going to match my actual reaction….
Fractal: Which was?
Blacksilk: Which was rather complicated and may have involved all sorts of things like faster pulse, tightening of muscles, electricity feelings in various body parts and a sudden small gasp of breath
Fractal: I love the way your head arches back when you’re approaching climax, that’s another thing. And the way you gasp louder, when I push harder and deeper. It does feel very nice to go as deep as I can. I was a little worried it would be painful.
Blacksilk: No, not at all. Quite the opposite.
Fractal: Well, I shall have to try deeper then, a little bit of pain mixed in never hurt.
Blacksilk: I want to give you all the pleasure you can take and more, dear. And I love to make you come.

And there’s more where that came from. ♦ 

Foiled!

♦ He’s a clever lad, that Fractal. He’s only gone and guessed what it is I’ve made for him. Sigh.

Anyway, I was making a sexy nurse outfit. Yes. From a white nightie that I found in a charity shop, red insulating tape to make red crosses and red ribbon for the edging and the lace-up front. I’ll wear it with my white suspender tights, red nail polish, those tiny lacy knickers (also now with a cross front and back), a nurse garter from eBay, a nurse hat from the toy shop (they had a not bad fancy dress section, which was unexpected. The hat was crap when I bought it though and needed much stapling to look decent), some white rubber gloves, red crosses made of tape over my nipples and the black choker (a bit off-topic but it looks hot).

I also have a nurse bag I bought ages ago for no reason (See? Hoarding is a great idea!) which until now had been holding my vibrator but now holds the lube, my red rope ties and more red tape.

And if you’re very good there might be a picture of the outfit later. ;)

Anyway, I’m off to the big smoke today so since my weekend will largely be taken up with boyfriendy goodness you can imagine I won’t be posting much until I get back on Tuesday. Yes, that’s right, I’m giving up writing about sex in order to actually have some. Go figure. ♦

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No Blog For a Bit

Blacksilk’s Fantasies #2 – Playing Doctors and Nurses

♦ This is the second in a series of posts of diary entries from the little book of fantasies that Fractal and I keep. You can read the first entry in the series here.

Fractal was very silly recently and got a little inebriated and managed to fall and cut his chin and knee up a little nastily. So I posited that when I visit this weekend I’d have to nurse him better, (to which he immediately claimed that he’d injured his manly bits in the process and they’d need extra attention) and the conversation soon turned to sexy nurse outfits.

And that got me thinking. That night, in bed, feeling a little frisky in his absence I got thinking in further and started to dream up this little fantasy as I touched myself… ♦

We suspend disbelief for a while and decide to try out something a little different in the way of roleplay, wearing costumes and taking on different roles than we have before. I am dressed as a sexy nurse in a little hat and a tight white outfit, short-skirted and revealing; you are dressed in a shirt, trousers, a white coat and white gloves with a stethoscope draped around your neck. You make the pretence of needing to feel in your pocket for something but, as a diligent doctor, you cannot possibly make your doctor’s gloves unhygienic by doing so, or so you tell me. You address me as ‘nurse’ and ask me to help you. I feel in your pocket but all that is there is the outline of your sex, already hard through the fabric as you see me in my skimpy costume.

You gasp, not in pleasure, but in fake pain and claim that my sudden touch has caused you injury to your sex. You insist that, as a nurse, it is my medical duty to try and make it better and I, playing the innocent, say “of course, Doctor”, pull down your zip and release your hard cock into my hands. I cover my hands and your sex in a layer of massage oil before beginning to stroke it, softly at first and then more firmly, pretending not to notice your breathing get heavy just as you pretend to try and hide it. I run my hands over your cock then switch to firm, swift circles on the tip of it, which I know you enjoy, making sure to pass my fingers over the underside of the rim.

“This still isn’t working, Nurse,” you say with a glint in your eye, “perhaps, you could try using your mouth?” I pause a moment, unsure if this is standard medical procedure but, knowing you are in charge and wishing to be obedient, I kneel and take you into my mouth, sucking slowly at your cock. When you are satisfied with this you stop me and tell me that you feel much better but that you have noticed something worrying. I ask what it is and you tell me to turn around and bend over. I do so, and you can see, just as you suspected, that I am wearing no underwear under my uniform, you take a quick gloved feel of my behind before standing me up again and looking stern. You tell me that it’s a hygiene breach to walk around like that and I implore you not to tell anyone.

Sepia Hospital

“Please, I’ll do anything, I beg you.” I say and you reply “I’m afraid, however, that you’ll have to be punished for your bad behaviour. Bend over again.”

“Yes, doctor”

As I do so you lift up the skirt of my uniform and I gasp as you spank me firmly on the behind. You continue this and I can feel myself getting more and more wet as I let out a moan with each stinging strike. By the time you consider me sufficiently I am aching for you but you have more in store. You tell me I’m looking a little off-colour, unsurprising after my spanking but I don’t question doctor’s orders, you tell me to open the front of my uniform and as I unzip it you surreptitiously place the end of your stethoscope into a nearby cup of ice. When my breasts are uncovered you start to ‘check my breathing’ with the stethoscope, placing the now freezing cold metal onto my skin in various places before pressing it down firmly on each nipple as I gasp in shock.

You keep up a professional act and after making some ‘hmm’-ing noises you tell me you need to take my temperature and once again lean me forward, this time placing my hands on the nearby bed. You flip up my skirt again and whilst I wait in anticipation you remove your trousers and underpants. I can hear the noise of the fabric and grow eager for what is to come next. Instead of what I suspect however, you slowly insert the Wingman, our slim anal vibrator, in the pretence of a thermometer, into my anus, turning up the vibration fully once there. I moan and I you lean forward, from behind, to tease my nipples, all façade of a professional relationship gone with your lust for me. I can feel your hard cock touching teasingly at my labia, circling and rubbing against my clitoris. But you do not enter me.

Within no time at all I cannot take it any longer, “please, Doctor, please take me. Please.” And you finally enter me, moving slowly in and out. “Faster, please!” I moan and you start thrusting harder and faster, deep into me as the toy vibrates in my ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, Nurse” you say as you pinch and twist my nipples and slap my behind now and then. After the pleasure has built up to such an extent that neither of us can take it any more I start to shudder in climax as you come inside me. When we are both sated we stop, and fall into each others arms for a while.

♦ Want to read Fractal’s side of the fantasy diary? His first entry in the series can be found here, where he ties me up and licks… ♦