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#BoobDay – Velvet Daydreams
Ooops, I almost forgot it’s Boob Day! Ah, the challenges of getting back into routines, post-Holidays. I’m having a calm, quiet Friday. Lots of writing, which in this case means lots of fantasy.…
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Love Junkie
When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air…
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Fret vs Flow
I read a great phrase, serendipitously on New Year’s Day, and I have taken it upon myself to make it my mantra for 2019. Would you like to read it? Of course you…
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Best Laid Plans
What have I done? Committing to blogging every day for this month already sounds like a challenge, but I suppose that’s the point. I’m not, by nature, a very disciplined person when it…
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January Jump Start
Well, we made it to 2019. Congrats! The general consensus seems to be that 2018 was more a dumpster fire than a walk in the park. I am more than happy to have…
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Those Green Eyes
Just give me those green eyes Green eyes, turned up to catch the starlight Green eyes, smiling at the moon Smiling at me with their flecks of perfect gold, freckled and heavy with…
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Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals
The stockings are hung, the roast beast is acquired, the Grinching is slowly abating and the cocktails are flowing. It must be Christmas. It has been a big year here at VF Headquarters,…
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Marking Time
“Oh, Miss. You’re so …” He’s pulling at his bonds, wiggling his nakedness into the bed, struggling with delight. “I’m so what?” The tip of the riding crop punctuates my question as it…
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Elust 113
Welcome to Elust 113 The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky…
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The Comfort of Routine
He always wants me naked, no pajamas, no lingerie. He says it’s about contact, about skin. I think he just wants to even the playing field so we are both naked and equal,…
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Smut Marathon Recap
Well, folks. It’s over. Smut Marathon 2018 has come to a close. I wept and prayed and wrote and deleted. I cursed and celebrated and almost gave up many times. But did I…
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Pillow Slip
Bill had left for the war in the autumn but Betty’s nightmares had started while he was still at home. Before he’d left, when the dreams first began, he would wake her and…