Thanks for reading my erotica, now go get an STD test 😳

*This post is cross-posted on my main website.*

Back in the day when I was actively writing and publishing erotica on my other blog, I received many emails from various organizations who offered me something. Either it was an affiliate program, a gift of some sort requiring a review, or an opportunity to buy into their SEO packages in order to help me rank better on Google.

I read them all, and ignored 99% of them.

Every once in a while, I would take up conversations with the more eloquently written invitations. These few and rare people presented their case professionally, usually to join in a partnership or accept a free gift (as long as I write a genuine review on my blog). To date, I had not confirmed anything with anyone. I mean, yeah the free gifts “of my choice, just browse our website” was compelling, but there was that matter of non-existant privacy at my place to actually try the product and then write the review about it… 

Point is, I still receive regular invites for business opportunities through that, mostly silent, blog.

Two days ago, I received an email of a different kind, one I had never seen before. Instead of free sex toys or similar props, I was invited to join something quite different.

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Neglecting my erotic self

First off, I love this blog. I love Cassandra and all she stands for. She is my alter ego and, until not that long ago, was my naughty little secret. When I wrote erotica as Cassandra I was thrilled, aroused, sexually explorative and, well, sometimes barely dressed. 😇

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Lace and leather

On my knees in black lace and leather, eyes wide open, I salivate. My tongue almost laps at his tip.

He stares down at me with bedroom eyes. I’ve seen that look before, once or twice, many months apart.

I stare back at him, lure him into my core.

Stay a while, I say without words.

Still on my knees, my mouth warm and moist, I invite the inevitable. I can almost taste his manhood.

I lick my lips. He watches closely, his body tense and rigid.

The connection is there, deep and real.

Also simple and complicated, consistent and predictable, recurring and relentless.

A delicate dance between fantasy and reality.

I feel his hands touch my hair, light and sweet at the back of my head. He needs it, my lips on his cock.

It’s all I need to begin. I use my mouth, not my hands, to end the suspense.

Later, my hands will play a part.

But for now, our seduction continues its torturous game.

*this is a prelude of a more complete flash fiction piece I am working on.

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Sleepless (part 2)

This story makes better sense if you read part 1 first. Previous consent was given to all activities described in this post.

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Samantha laid on the bed, arms tied above her head and ankles tied apart, wondering what will happen to her next. Cesar was a man of few words, she knew, and asking him questions while he’s concentrating on bondage was futile. It would only frustrate him.

All her fidgeting earlier must have interrupted his rest, she realized. When he had left the room she thought he went to sleep someplace else, given how active her movements were, but she was wrong. He came back with rope, and tied her up just as she was drifting off to sleep.

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Sleepless (part 1)

Samantha tossed and turned for most of the night.

Her skin felt flushed and prickly from the humidity even though she took a cool, soothing shower before bed.

To distract herself, she looked at the sky through a crack in the blinds. It was late; the pale light from the moon implied a time for stillness and slumber.

Samantha tried to fall asleep again. She turned this way and that, moved pillows into different locations, and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail on top of her head. Still, sleep remained elusive.

Maybe I should just get up, she contemplated before deciding to kick the bed-sheet off her body. Satisfied with her overt nudity exposed to the cool air of the air conditioning, she laid back down into her pillows.

She always went to bed naked; there was something very sensual about the softness of the bed-sheet and how it slid off her body each time she moved.

Samantha understood that nudity was expected here. She no longer had a choice; she gave this up willingly and with consent any time she was invited to sleep in this bed. Back at home, perhaps out of a newly formed habit, she chose to sleep the same.

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Words to live by

Use your words.

Hit that spot inside her mind. Watch her transform into a wanton, needy, wet mess.

Cassandra

Seduce her mind if you want her body.

Reminder to men

If you confuse my personality with attitude, you don’t understand me at all.

My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are.

Paraphrased by Cassandra

There’s a difference between people who want to fuck you and people who want to make you cum.

Seen on tumblr

The list of things I’m too old for and continue to ignore gets longer with every passing year.

Inspired by @kimtopher22

Lead yourself first. Quiet the noise. Clear the clutter. Silence the shame.

And then?

Consider that your next right thing might be disruptive, bring discomfort, or reveal a difficult truth.

Emily P Freeman

Releasing inhibitions – part 1

Alexandra imagined herself lying on her bed, on her back, head hanging over the edge. There was a man standing in her line of vision, his erection hard and pointing at her mouth.

Andrew, she labeled the man tentatively.

Immediately after she imagined this scenario, she rejected it.

“I’m not ready,” she told herself.

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