In my fantasy you show up at my hotel room, sweeping me off my feet with your suave and dapper style, but it’s Daddy’s hand on my backside that makes me melt. I can’t stop kissing you. I want you in my mouth. Oh Kyle, we only have a few hours. Whatever will we do?
(Special thanks to Kyle from Butchtastic for helping me to shoot this fantasy sequence! Stay tuned to see what happens when a couple of gender queered sex-positive bloggers get wild. There’s lots of kissing, talking, giggling, and strap-on wars…)
Ready for something fun and a little different?
When I was a kid, one of my favorite things was trying to decipher the puzzles inside beer bottle caps when my parents had a party. These puzzles, called rebus, were like a corny code that got easier to crack the more you practiced. I loved it and lately I’ve been thinking about those caps again, wondering how to recapture the magic.
With the help of my lovely partner, Joel, I have created our own WholeSexLife rebus puzzles. They are the grown up version of the bottle cap puzzles I loved. See if you can figure them out, then click through to check your answers!
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It’s the 1st of December and already the holiday season is in full swing! Sinful Sunday is kicking off the debauchery with a friendly competition – interpret a holiday song in a truly wicked way. We chose what is likely the most famous Christmas song of all time, and we think it sums up the essence of a really good bondage scene…
And let me assure you that before I slept in heavenly peace, there was quaking, love’s pure light, glories, heavenly hosts singing, radiant beams, and redeeming grace.
Happy holidays to all, and may you all find your Sunday to be sinful!
My hands are bound. My soul is laid bare. This cage you keep me in is the the arena of our desire. I am yours – utterly, completely, totally. I like to struggle. I enjoy the frustration of your teasing touch. I am breathless, wondering what you will do to me.
We have built a web, strand by strand, kiss by kiss, and I wait for you at the center. I like the anticipation of knowing you are coming, my mate, my friend. I will let you sneak up on me, then perhaps I will devour you.
I am your canvas. Trace your vision across my flesh. There is art in every charged touch of your hand, every flick of your wicked tongue, every slow thrust of your hips. Teach me to dance and release me from this cage.
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He holds my face in his hands and my heart leaps up. I close my eyes, letting go of control, melting into him. The strength of his arms creates a bubble of safety. We are meant to be together like this – bodies responsive, muscles balanced between hard and yielding, our embrace igniting mutual desire. We breathe each other’s breath, slow and steady, one, two, three times.
He slowly brings us together. Our lips brush ever so softly. His tongue tickles my upper lip, making me shiver. I press my mouth firm against his. We open to each other, tongues darting in and out.
There is no time but now. Now is all time.
Who else is getting it on? Click below to see!
- By the window
- Improv sex toy
- Signs of L-O-V-E
- Blue breasts
- New shoes
- Happy Valentine’s Day
- The sweetest taste
- Power tools and lingerie
- When I’m a boy
- Evoë, in the library, with the…
- Sexy hip waders
- Hot box
- Peace and joy to all
- Tinsel and ass
- It’s hawt in the kitchen!
- Sinful Sunday – Take a bite
- Sinful Sunday – New perspective
- Get pink! for breast cancer awareness
- Sinful Sunday – Hotel sex
- Sinful Sunday – Rainbows
- Sinful Sunday – Erotic is ageless
- Sinful Sunday – Pianoforte
- Pain made beautiful
- Sinful Sunday – A perfect breast
- Sinful Sunday – Aviatrix
- Sinful Sunday – Blast me to the moon
- Sinful Sunday #69