Rori of Between My Sheets has compiled her fourth annual list of her top 100 sex bloggers. This list is of her own personal favorites, based on community nominations. A few of the writers featured on Sonic Erotica have made it in there, including our current guest poster Lady Grinning Soul – and regularly featured Guy New York took out position number one! I think she does well to limit it to just 100! Now I’ve got hours of reading ahead of me with plenty of unfamiliar blogs to discover.
We are very excited to feature two authors from the erotic/sex blogosphere this month.
Aisling Weaver has been on our radar for a while, but the piece of her writing that appears this month came to us through a #twitterotica competition we ran earlier this year. We challenged tweeters to give us some quality smut in ten tweets or less, and Aisling came through with a winning entry that gets hot and heavy from the very first sentence. Here’s an excerpt of “Lust’s Claim”:
Up against a wall she pinned me.
“You’re mine tonight.” Her breath, hot, humid, slid along my cheek. My skirt retreated before her confident hands, baring my ass to the cold air.
“I will mark you,” she promised, nails dragging lightly over the swell of flesh.
“I will make you beg,” she continued and I mewled with want. My cunt plumped with blood. I craved the deep fuck I knew she could give me. She slipped one finger into me, just one, and I shook.
Aisling’s erotic writing touches on themes such as BDSM, threesomes, bondage, bloodplay, submission and dominance. She also tweets regularly, podcasts and has published multiple erotic story compilations. I’m sure there will be more of her to come on Sonic Erotica.
Missy Starrk is also an avid tweeter. When we discovered her blog post titled, “My Turn” we knew it would make a great recording. After much anticipation, we found just the right voice talent in Angela, to really bring this fantasy to aural life. It’s great to have a little femdom on the site – and I know Missy was pleased with the result, as she tweeted that she feels like a “proud perverted parent.”
He’ll be here in a few hours and the room is ready. But I’m not. I’ve used my fingers to penetrate him before, but never something else. It’s next to the bed; I purchased it just today. It’s not flashy but it’ll work. Whenever I’ve fingered him before his cock gets huge – it’s delicious. Tonight I will fuck him. I will fill him like he has filled me.
I shower and soap my body, fingers tracing my openings. I’m slick from the soap and my own self-made wet. My nipples become pointy and hard. I will fuck him tonight.
Jane’s guide calls Missy’s blog, “An abstract portrait of lust, yearning, and exploration.” She frankly discusses many aspects of her sex life which may sway into kink territory. Oh, and if you like sex toy reviews she’s very open with her recommendations.
I’ve just recently discovered this website called The Sex Experiment. The writer introduces the website by explaining that he recently discovered surprising sexual fantasies in his wife’s diary. Given that he feels that their sex life is slipping away from their old lustful habits, he comes up with an intriguing idea. He sends her an anonymous email from a secret admirer proposing a series of sexual challenges to fulfill.
I would like to send you an e-mail occasionally with a sexual challenge – a proposal of some little sexual risk you might not otherwise take. What would excite me more than anything is if you would occasionally write back telling me how the experiment went.
When she writes back simply, “Why not,” the challenges begin. He writes to her and she replies in descriptive detail. Follow along as this secret email relationship reveals more and more to this husband about his own wife. I’m only a few posts in and I’m hooked! I strongly suggest you head to the first entry and start reading.
Here is the first experiment he sends to her as “secret admirer”:
This is today’s experiment. Today you will not wear panties or a bra. You will wear a blouse open at the collar, and you will not wear stockings. If your husband occasionally sees you dressing, he must not see you today. Let the skirt be long enough to make you feel comfortable, but it should not go past the knee. This is imperative. As you slide it up over your hips, feel the nakedness of your thighs, feel your ass naked against the fabric of the skirt. Then, if you can, sit before a mirror. Spread your legs until you can see your pussy, but do not touch. You should simply understand how easy it would be to expose you. Then the blouse. Feel your breasts as you button it, and then, the sensation of your nipples against the fabric. Will it be cotton? Or silk? I wish you would tell me. And then I will insist: high heels today, but again, not so high as to make you feel uncomfortable. I want you to feel sexy, to feel it in your legs, your groin, your hips, your chest, the power you have over a man.
You will walk down the street, or sit at a table working somewhere, and they will be watching you. You are too innocent. How is it that you never seem to notice them all? So today, feeling your body more exposed than you typically might dare, imagine what they would do if they knew that underneath you are wearing nothing. Imagine the thoughts in their minds, imagine their cocks growing tight in their pants at the thought of running a hand up your thigh, or brushing a hand against your blouse. Can they see down your blouse? Look at their cocks as you walk down the street. I promise you will see the bulge in their pants. They will be looking up the line of your legs, and maybe you will be growing slightly wet at the thought of them seeing more. Feel your nakedness, feel the cool air between your legs, and imagine how close you are to being completely naked. Will you reveal more than is wise as you sit, or turn, or bend over? Imagine if he came close. Imagine whispering the truth of today in his ear.
This is today’s challenge. If you are willing, I would be grateful if you would write an e-mail in response describing the results. Good luck.
The writer still has no idea if she knows that he is the admirer, no idea what her responses will be, and no idea where this will go.
I’d like to draw your attention to some hot erotic fiction that I discovered through the twittersphere. Wyeth Bailey’s blog Dangerously Sweet features poetry, fiction and erotica. She’s a master of the #flashfuck, and updates regularly with writing she whips out for #FuckMeFriday and #WankWednesday.
Visit for an erotic quickie, stay for some lesbian BDSM eloquently presented in a lusty narrative.
The orgasm after that started somewhere outside of me, deep in my history, far in my future. Time folded, and within it crushed reason and memory, erased the line separating the two of us. This was the last orgasm. This was the first orgasm. I had stopped counting. I had stopped caring. I had stopped thinking. I had begun to feel.