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Hellooo My Lovers!

Hoping you are well and enjoying the sun or the clouds, depending where you are in the world. In Londontown we’ve got sunnnshine and it’s lovelyyy! One of the many things to be thankful for today…

Earlier this month I attended Eroticon, a conference for sex bloggers and erotic writers – it was a pretty goood day! It was nice to see a large span of ages within the different disciplines and it also really highlighted for me the old way and the new way of doing things – it’s not an age thing! There was pride at all ages! For me, the old way is about shame, about hiding, about waiting to be caught out and the new way is saying boldly and brightly ‘This is who I am and this is what I do! You can do it!’ -  I saw this a bit on my panel for ‘Sex In The Media’. I brought up shamelessness and the power of being out and I was happy to see Helen Croydon expand on it in The Guardian and though I wish I had seen mooore love and sexual pride at Eroticon, I think everyone there deserves a big pat on the back for being brave enough to do what they do – out or not!

There was a question about power in anonymity vs public identity, perhaps even posed by myself *hehe* and the response from the majority of the panel was sex writer identity in the media won’t change, that you will be attacked and vilified if you talk about sex publicly. Now I know this some people’s real experience and I know I will face this to a degree myself in future, but I wholly disagree that this is the way forward. I believe the way to make sex ‘more normal’ for the average bear is for us sex writers, bloggers and do-ers to sit up and say ‘Hello! This is who I am, this is what I look like, I’m a lot like you and I looove to fuck!’ *Hahaha* Half kidding! Just something along the lines of ‘Hey! I’m your average lady and I’ve found light and pleasure in sex and you can too!’ Now, I *don’t* think everyone should just out themselves, in your *own* time, in *your* own way is best and everyone has different important reasons for staying ‘in the closet’ but after putting a face to my anonymous blog about a year ago, I’m ready to go to the next level…

Things I Looove Thursday

Hi Lovely Loversss!

I adore reading and writing (and reviewing!) sexy tales 
I’ve been missing my writing time sooo much
Dream of hiding away in a Parisian apartment for a few months
Writing my tale of love & exploration in summery NYC
And my latest novella inspiration ‘The Breakup’
In the meantime, I will continue to read and share the erotica looove…

TILT: EROTICA

Below is the last full story I wrote for my Wet Wednesday series and you can listen to a snippet of this story over here…

She had been in the spreader bar for over an hour, fastened above her knees, thighs wide spread, her hips were shaking from the effort and the steady stream of orgasm. Deftly rolling over, she sought relief on her tummy. Relaxing into the rhythm of her own measured breathing, she took deep breaths, filling her lungs and finally allowing her hips to release, a wave of calm passed through her. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the oxytocin in her blood and brain to lull her and just as she was about to slip into sleep she was pulled back into the room with the sound of his footsteps. Fresh from the shower, she heard him move to the kitchen, his bare feet pressing into the hardwood, and after the sound of a few cupboards opening and closing, he made a circle down the corridor back to the bedroom. She kept her eyes closed, her ears focused on him, everything else focused on her breath. He chuckled as he came into the room and shut the door behind him. She didn’t stir or open her eyes, she continued breathing into her aching hips and listening. Suddenly there was no sound but her breathing. He was no longer moving, or not that she could hear. She was fighting the urge to open her eyes when his hand came down hard across her exposed sex. From the way she was spread, the spank reverberated through her ass and exhausted pussy and she let out a long moan. He spanked again in the same spot and left his hand there, gently pressing circles to relieve the sting. ‘You’ve done enough moaning tonight my love’ he said, breaking his silence. He was standing next to her and must be leaning over the bed, with her eyes still closed, she agreed with a ‘MmHmm’ The spank came down again. ‘So because you’ve had enough of that, you’re not allowed to make a sound’ He paused to let the new rule sink into Rubyyy’s head and clit. She half giggled and whimpered at the new game and a harder spank interrupted her, ‘perhaps I didn’t make myself clear Rubyyy, you are not to make a sound’ and he throttled her several times in a row, daring her to break and give into this thudding pleasure.

Erotic Fridge Magnet Poetry

He left his hand over the stinging marks, gently massaging the pain into sweet pain. He crossed the room, and quickly returned. She could hear, from the drawer opening, that he was getting some little fun toy from their collection. Pressing his lips into the blushed skin, he moved on to the bed, on his hands and knees. Lightly kissing over her pink cheek, he massaged the other with his hands, enjoying the heated and unending flesh. Then with a small growl in the back of his throat he clenched her cheeks with both hands as he began licking over clit, cunt and ass. Long, slow, deep, slippery licks, over and over until she broke. He pulled away quickly and she felt the thwack of their heart shaped paddle, covering one half of her heart shaped ass. He followed with 2 more sharp smacks, and she bit her lip to stop the sound threatening to burst from her. He flipped the paddle to the softer side, gentle fur relieving the rising tissue, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Teasing her a little more, he returned to the smooth leather and began lovingly spanking her precious clit. Rapid, sweet taps charging her up, that had her struggling hard against the spreader bar. She had never had an orgasm just from spanking and it seemed that one was only too near. Rubyyy let out a long, aching moan, knowing she would be punished, she practically screamed to let all her building lust out. He did not break his rhythm, tapping up into her pink, there was no punishment for the broken rule. Thinking she was perhaps free to moan and whisper, that he would make an exception for her come, she breathed deep into a groan of his name. Arching her back and heaving, he pulled the paddle away and planted two thick slaps upon each cheek. This time she let out a growl of frustration and longing. He pulled back the toy and said ‘I thought you’d had enough moaning to tide you over, don’t you remember what happens when you break the rule Rubyyy?’ ‘I remember!’ she barked, she was angry at being pulled out of her orgasm, muscles exhausted and wanting release. He rubbed the paddle over her lower back, her hips, her thighs, the faux fur against her skin melting her frustration, pulling her back into her almost orgasm. ‘You can come all you want my darling,’ he whispered, now kissing her rosey bum ‘but you have to follow the rules’.

I Am Halfway Through This Steamy Erotic Novel
By The Magical KD Grace
I Am Loooving It

Wet Wednesday

Easyyy Love

I’m Not Interested

In Sleazy Love

In Cheesey

Pleasey

Queasy Looove

I Want It Deep

Flowy

Bright In The Sky

Some Easy

Easy

Easy Love

I’ll Take All Your Baggage

Move Your Luggage Up The Stairs

Sandbags Of Sadness, All Your Cares

Nothing Too Heavy

In Exchange

For Your

Endless

Endearing

Easy Love

Tumble Out Of Mouths

Over Sheets

Up Hills

Sprinkle Over Eggs

On My Pillows

Under My Skin

Making Art

Making Love

Making Sense

Of Our Easy

Easy

Easy Love

After Months Of Cold Love

Of Almost Love

Of Sad Love

Give Me Your

Thanks For Your

I Love Your

Your Easy

Easy

Easyyy Love

Click The Pic For All The #Move Entries

And For All The Wanton Ones, Thanks To Molly For Taking It On This Week! xxx

Love Lust & Light

♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Wet Wednesday

Just
Just What I Needed
Just
Just When I Needed It
Sweetness
Slow
Stripped Down

Worship
Just What I Needed
You
Crouched At My Feet
Peeling
Off All Kinds Of Layers

Honor
My Every Pore With Your Touch
See
Every Inch With Grateful Eyes
Know
Me In This Life And The Rest

Please
Hold Me In Between
Shaking
Ripped Wide Open
Soaked
In Tears, Juices, Sweat

What I Want

This Is What I Want

I Shout
“It’s What I Want”
Before The Come Gates Open
Something I’ve Said
Only Once Before

Knowing
That You See Me
Wanting
To Be Soft More And More
Needing
To Be Me More Often

Space
In Your Heart Was Understood
Given
On Paper, In Sweat, In Song
Yes
To Your Love, To Your Preciousness, To You
For Me
For Us
For You

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This Weeks Prompt Is #Paper

All The Wanton Onesss

Love Lust & Light

♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Wet Wednesday

Hellooo Lovers

It’s a beautiful fall day here in London and I’ve been scheming and working away this morning, on how to make my sexiest, fullest life. It seems to me I need to bring a little luxurious lust back in my day to day. I’ve been healing and letting go, while still holding on to Flynt; I’m still quite surprised how easy the transition has been on my heart. I love Flynt and a part of me was in love with him but I was careful not to fall in love; we both know what we want in this life, as far as family, tribe and hearth and it’s so very different. Life is moving too quickly to dawdle with these things and we’ve fast moved to becoming closer friends, almost family; to me he feels like a brother. I think that little part of me will always be in love with him, with part of him and I’ll hold that sweetness so dear to me but know I can give more by being a sister and a friend.

And so I look for lust in other places. I had an interesting weekend with the Kinky Salon party… When the day came I was feeling tired, nervous and disconnected from Flynt; we were to be each others buddy for the event, you must have a buddy! I was feeling, more accurately, a bit confused by our relationship, as my heart was feeling a bit hopeful about reconnecting and I was horny as hell. I smoked all day to avoid coping with all the things I was feeling, an indulgent day. The party was fun but I was stoned and overwhelmed by the many things I was feeling, seeing and thinking. I managed to find some focus with a tall gentleman who I have connected with a few times before. I was initially attracted to his warm face and the way his eyes changed when he listened, the first time we met it was sweet. The next time was more lusty, at a time when I was feeling very soft and needing only love and light, it was nice but not what I really wanted. I wanted that sweetness again. At the Salon I appreciated the way he kissed me on the cheek, even as I moved to meet his lips, again I felt warmed by his attentions, his sweetness, his eyes. Later than evening we fucked a little, fully dressed by the bar, just beside the crowd; only fingers but enough for me to ask him to stop, I didn’t want to come on the dance floor and the girlfriend I borrowed my skirt from requested ‘no jizz’ and I’m sure that included my own.

After our fun I felt so many things, and many of them to do with my settling feelings with Flynt. He taught me how to gush and come and part of me wondered if that would only be with him or if I was changed because of him; it would appear the later is true. I think that the part of me that’s still in love, hoped it would only be with him. The encounter also highlighted something else I’ve been feeling, it’s been six, almost seven months since I had an sex involving a cock and… well… I’m kind of nervous. I’m nervous because I feel vulnerability on a new level now, I’m nervous because my sensuality and sexuality has changed so much since meeting Flynt, I’m nervous because part of me only wants to fuck people who love me. I’m excited too, for fun, for sweet penetration, for cock wrapping comes. I wonder how many times I will feel like a virgin in my life.

Sooo I’m bringing in, literally, the lust and bringing it to a new level around me. I want to have some fucking sexy safe empowering shuddering fun, I do not think this is too much to ask for. I want to be desired by virtuous and horny men and women. I want to be fucked with gracious intent, loving dominance and purest passion. I want to be adored and be allowed to adore. I want dirty texts, flirty photos, audio orgasms and everything inside me. Again. I do not think this is too much to ask for…

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To bring you some lust and to celebrate Wet and Wanton Wednesday
I’ve decided to do a little recording of my story Reunion
Here is Part I…
Please enjoy! and see what the other Wanton ones are up to…

Love Lust & Light

♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Love & Light / Day 19

Where Is T Love?

. . .

FROM A GRATEFUL WOMAN

I’d have despised you if you’d kissed me,
if you’d whispered tender phrases on my ears,
if you’d wiped my tears.

I would have hated you if you had faltered when
you saw the ropes were too tight round my wrists.

I’d had been disappointed
if you’d shown signs of weakness,
if you’d lost your erection when you heard me cry.

I trusted you enough to know you’d scare me
and answer to my plea with violent rage.

You slapped my face to shut me up,
once, twice, three times, as harshly as I deserved.
You hit me, bit me, spat on me,
you forced your entry once.
You made me bleed, called me vile names,
you forced your entry twice.

You made me feel small and helpless,
you made me proud of you
and proud of me for you chose me.

I chose you because you’re a forceful man,
bigger than me, responsible and strong,
a man who figures out my darkest wishes,
who values my fragility,
complies with my surrender,
approves of my submissiveness,
and thrives on my defeat.

It was me who gave you consent for breaching my consent.
I’d given you permission for abusing my permission.
I’d willfully encouraged you to disregard my will.

I’m flattered that you showed respect for me, my lord,
and disrespected me.

And now, when I sit in this shady corner,
naked and frail,
shaky and bruised,
helpless and humiliated,
I feel the whole world’s in my hands
for you’re a part of it,
the way I am a part of you,
an object in your hands.
Euphoric, proud, exhilarated,
empowered by the strength I draw from you,
I’m grateful that you have agreed, my lord, to rape me at my request.

By Ernesto Sarezale

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More Of Ernesto Here
. . .

I Ask Again…

Where Is T Love?

A few months ago I performed at T Velvet Tongue, hosted and conceived by Erotic Award winning poet Ernesto Sarezale, he kicked our evening off with a beautiful and charged poem about consensual rape called ‘From A Grateful Woman’. I really enjoyed Ernesto’s piece that evening, I really enjoyyy Ernesto’s piece, but a few weeks after the soiree he received an email from a female audience member. She had been very upset by his poem, upset by his casual use of rape and very sure that he shouldn’t perform this piece again…

Although, I do not share her fears, I understand the fears; no one should be flippant about rape, it’s horrible and it’s a constant in our society and history. I, like many women, worry about walking home alone, about being attacked and I have been afraid for a lot of my womanly life that I would be raped. I’m also sure having a man write and read the poem pushed some buttons.

I love the delicate balance of darkness and light and what brings this poem into the love, for me, is that one little word: consent.

Consent is love, it is trust, it is heart wide open.

Consent is agreement, permission and empowerment.

Consent is too often undervalued, abused or forgotten.

Consent is unique to the heart and mind that give it

Can you see the love?…

Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Love & Light & Lust: Day 10

e[lust] #28 is out!

Photo courtesy of Delilah

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #29 (Which will be in September, taking a short summer break)? Start with the rules and subscribe to the RSS feed and Twitter for updates and submission reminders.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

What makes me a woman? - It’s a stumper, this question. There must be something that makes me a woman. Something more than how I am perceived by others as I walk down the street. But what is the answer?

Baggage: An Inventory – Everyone brings bags with them. My goal is to carry my own bags. I’ll let people help me shed them, but I will never let them carry them. Those bags are my own to, well, own.

There’s pain and then there’s pain (and then there’s pain) -Part of what I crave in the second type of pain is the selfish sadism of the partner who continues despite my pleas. He does it because it arouses him, and he does it because I’ll endure it for him.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What Is Gender? – Playing with dolls and preferring the color pink doesn’t make you a girl anymore than chewing on a bone makes you my dog.

~ e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly ~

Sex Toys: Single or Partnered, there is no shame in owning them – There’s no fucking shame in owning your sexuality, in taking control of your own damn orgasm. Can you PREFER human contact and partnered sex to sex toys? Sure. You can prefer whatever the fuck you want. But don’t insinuate to me that owning a lot of sex toys is somehow bad or shameful.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable ~after this point~. Thank you, and enjoy!

New Blogger Education Posts

Blog Design 101: Balancing Personal Style vs Readability

A Cautionary Word on Joining Affiliate Programs

Kink & Fetish

BDSM Day, an international recognition

BDSM Advice Series: Bondage Tape

Being a Brat Can Hurt

Caning, energy and romance

Screw roses! I enjoy playing with Thorns…

Working Girl

Erotic Writing

A Trip to the Toy Store

Can I get into your knickers now?

Coffee Break

early afternoon

Elevator Shaft

Fogged-up Windows

Fucking Eli

FWB

I’ll see you tonight…

One on One

Open By Night

Rock Out With My Cock Out

Renewed Interest

Twenty/Fifty-Three

that little fucking game changer [part I]

the weekend away – Sunday

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Death By Bondage

Hypocrite, PA-Rant!

kink labels….is there a place for me? (or someday my kink will come)

Things I Looove Thursday

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Ask PolyAnna: Multiple partners?? Safer sex??

Are My Nipples Getting The Correct Signals?

Evolution

More Pussy Pride – The Perfect Vagina

My Take On Masculinity

Rambling Harlot: On Internet Dating and Shyness

Sex and Catholic Schools

Sex And Disability: Starting the Dialogues

Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Love & Light: Wet Wednesday Edition

Oh Loversss!

You Are Wondeful Indeeed

Thank You For Being So Wonderful

Since I began my 33 Days Of Love & Light I’ve been thinking a lot about whom I have loved, been in love with and loved by, and it’s with a happy heart I believe there haven’t been many, though I could also argue I’ve never been ‘in love’.
Most recently, I fell a little bit in love with my Samurai and after some transformative time together,  we ended things and moved on, as love can only live in the light, and that was no longer the case with us. There’s still lots of love there, I respect him as a colleague, I honor him as a former lover and friend, I appreciate all that he gave me by loving and fucking me into a wider open heart. My latest piece of writing, my first book/collection is my tribute to him, to myself, to our time together and I’m looking forward to spinning into stories the love and lust that we shared.

So, I Wanted To Give You A Itty Bitty Sneak Peek
I’m Calling It ‘T Samurai Series’ At T Moment…
You’ll Have An Even Closer Look Soon
I’ll B Publishing More N Part II Of My Article ‘Summmer N T City’ For MetAnotherFrog.com.

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…She lay in the middle of his bed, on her tummy, on a soft throw. The fan blowing in the corner was cooling the water droplets not yet toweled off and Rubyyy shook and tossed her damp hair. After they’d bathed each with tongues and kisses, they had jumped into the shower, playfully washing and kissing some more. They were high on each other’s beauty, sex and newness; they both knew no inch would go unexplored. ‘Can I wash you baby?’ he said softy, between kisses, skating soapy fingertips between the gap in her thighs. A kiss and a ‘yes’, and he sat cross legged at her feet, water pouring over his lap, his beautiful cock; he lathered her crevices and smiled, as he pressed ‘I love your puffy mound’. ‘Aren’t all women like that?’ Rubyyy asked, blushing slightly, hearing the girlish tone in her voice she couldn’t let go of around him, he kissed his reply and continued to happily bathe and admire her. She’d left the shower before him, still nervous, feeling anxious to fuck. Rubyyy felt like a virgin for the first time in her life. …

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Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Love & Light: Day 1

Welcome Loversss!

One of the reasons I decided to begin my 33 Days Of Love & Light was because, I’ve been feeling like I’ve had this hyper focus for the last 10ish months on my erotic, sensual and sexual sides/fascinations/education and after much expansion… I’m fucked out a little! I need some cuddles. I need some pure sweet thoughts shared, whispered under a humid duvet. I need lightness and self treatness and surprises.

I Will Sweep Myself Off My Feet

I Will Wear More Colouuur

I Will Fall N Love Again

And

Of Course

Rubyyy Jones Will Fuck

But There’s No Lust Without Love & Light

by Jesse Zanzinger

.   .   .

Wet Wednesday

And You
And You
I Want You.

I Can’t Separate, From What I Know When I’m N Your Arms
That I Know You And You’ve Known Me N Lifetimes Before
I’ve Seen That Shine On Your Brow A Hundred Times
30, 300, 3000 Years Ago
Over, Under, Beside Me.

I Know
Once I Saw You
Our Story Started Again.

N Our Language Of Sex
We’re Chatty, It’s Easy, We Understand
Outside Our Cloud Of Cunt Worship
It’s Thicker N This Space
I See You For Who You Are
Who You Were
Who You Are But Hide From.

I Know You.

Cause You’re A Lot Like Me
Looking For Light
But I’m Holding Open Inside.

Pull Yourself Open.

Like You Stretch Me Open To Watch Me Come.

As I Shudder On My Soaked Sheet Stage
You Looove T Show
I Wish You Loooved Your Life Open.

I Love You.

I Loved Us.

I Love Us.

There Are Things You Know From Fact
Things You Know From Experience
Things You Just Know
And I Know
This Won’t B T Last Time
But I Wanna Live It Like It’s T End.
For All T Times Before.

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And Check Out T Wanton Ones…

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Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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Wet Wednesday

Hellooo Lovers

It’s that time again and I’m not feeling particularly wet today… Maybe a bit sweaty but not especially gushyyy. Lately I’ve been craving kissing more than anything and, frankly, with everyone. There’s nothing else like a good smack on the pucker and how better to celebrate International Kissing Day than with a little kiss-tastic erotica…

.   .   .

Join And Watch
Close To Your Face
Your Eyes Almost A Blur
Your Cheek Under My Nose
I Flex Into You
You’re Already Pressing Against Me

Suck And Pull
Your Lips Between Mine
Drawing The Plumpness Further Over My Tongue
Fill My Mouth With Your Cupids Bow
I Melt Into You
And I Can Smell The Sweetness Of You Again

Gasp And Latch
Sharing Your Air
Suddenly I Can Only Breathe Through Your Mouth
Hot Breath Between Kisses
I Spill Over You
Your Nakedness Charms And Overwhelms Me

Gape And Shine
As I Lick You
Circles Around Your Mouth
Tongue Dipping Into Your Moans And Quivering Gasps
I Wonder At You
In Awe Of All You Can Take, And How Much That Taking Gives

Squish And Gorge
With Each Sip Of Your Spit
I’m Dizzy And Relentless With My Exploration
Wanting To Witness And Soak Up Each Little Tick
I Worship You
Gorgeous, Slippery, Shuddering, Rising Slut

…Inspired By Hamilton

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Click T Pic For This Weeks #Shine Entries

And Check Out T Wanton Ones…

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Love Lust & Light
♥
R
Rubyyy Jones

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