When you have waited, with clenched pussy for 24 days. When sleepless nights have caught you in the endless loop of remembering, reliving, and then relenting to the pull of your very own fingers. When you have spent the last week abstaining from orgasm, even self-induced. When all of that gathers, deep down in tight places…you take a deep breath and clear your mind. Butterflies linger and flutter about in your stomach as you wait. Every second feels like forever….

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I pull nervously at my hair as I stare at the floor. Seconds tick by as I shift nervously from foot to foot. When it feels like an eternity has passed, I raise my eyes to check his progress. I can see the elevator rising slowly towards me. In an instant, the doors spring open.
Each time I see him his smile seems to have magically grown sexier than the last. Perfect white teeth framed by juicy lips that I want to devour instantly. Deep, dark eyes stare back at me and we both smile nervously. I take him by the hand and lead him down the hall to our room, careful to avoid eye contact with the revellers in the hall. Without a word we have both devised the same plan – get safely and quickly behind the cover of the hotel room door. We will not wait a moment longer to touch. The door swings shut with a thump as he drops his bag on the floor. Our eyes meet each other with intensity.

We start to kiss,furiously at first. His strong hands frame my face and I am helpless with a single gesture. We dive into each other with tongues searching, hands reaching….I feel the hard surface of the desk hit the back of my legs and without skipping a beat he scoops me up and slides my bum onto the edge of the desk. As he presses in to me I can feel his hard cock begging for release. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him hard into me. The wait for his cock is instantly unbearable. My pussy starts to swell and drip with anticipation before a single article of clothing has been removed. My hand slides up his back and neck until my fingers are locked in his hair. I bring my lips to his ear….I remember all the slow sexy maneuvers I had planned for him, the long slow tease-but in this moment I am without choice. I surrender.
“Please fuck me. Please, Lover”.
Without hesitation he lifts me gently from the desk. His hands find the waist of my pants and he slides them down and over my hips. Standing there, with only my panties on I am raw, aroused, out of control. Instinctively I lean back onto the desk and throw my legs around him. I am suddenly furious at what separates me from this moment. I rip at the buckle on his belt and in an instant his jeans are at his ankles. My panties are soaked and the anticipation verges on painful…He looks deep into my eyes as I begin to lower his briefs….his gorgeous cock springs out of confinement. His fingers fly to my panties and with a single motion he pulls them to the side, grabs me by the waist and pulls me hard onto his cock. I gasp and moan as I release a puddle of pleasure all over the floor of our hotel room. I wish to hang in this moment forever. My legs find their place wrapped firmly around him. I am locked on, as I claim my cock. We kiss each with such ferocity that a low growl escapes my hungry mouth. I force the fury of my passion into him through the end of my tongue as I slide back and forth on his cock.
All of those nights alone in bed, trying to recapture the intensity of him inside me, swimming in glorious sense memory, cannot come close to this real moment. My desire to be pinned beneath his weight starts to pull at me like a petulant child. I wrap my arms around his neck and I whisper in is ear
“please take me to the bed”
He obliges by spinning me around and tossing me onto the bed. I land on my back and catch full view of him, standing tall and naked at the end of the bed. The light dances across his torso highlighting every detail of his sexy body. I tremble as I watch him approach me. I long for the feel of his power and masculinity. I cannot wait to be overpowered by him. He slides onto the bed and slowly takes my wrists one by one, placing them over my head. He lowers his body over mine and I can feel his cock gently rub against my inner thigh. My head reaches forward hopefully, in search of his mouth. As he sucks at my bottom lip his cock suddenly fills me and I soak the bed, my hips rising into him with force. I moan involuntarily as he slowly fucks me into a frenzy. My thighs wrap around him and suddenly he grabs my ankles and raises them towards the ceiling so that he can place a firm spanking across my bottom before releasing them. I am caught in an endless orgasm and swimming in my own juices. I prop myself onto my elbows so that I can indulge my favourite sight. His cock slides freely in and out of my pussy as I whimper with delight. In an instant, a rush of fluids splash across his chest and legs.
The sight of his dripping cock leaves me ravenous to taste his rewards. I push him back and drop down in front of him on my stomach, face down, ass up. I take his cock into my mouth and begin stroking the sides of his shaft with my lips. I can still taste my glorious orgasm all over him. I slowly take his cock deep into my mouth and then, into the back of my throat. I raise my eyes to meet his gaze. In this moment I am desperate to please him with my mouth, as his cock fills every inch of it. The strength of his energy excites me as he raises a hand over his head and then brings it down hard across my ass. I squirt instantly as my body starts to spasm. I begin to take long deep strokes with my mouth and he is rock hard. I squirm with delight as I enjoy the sweet taste of his precum. I am consumed with my desire to devour his cock, and at the same time I long to have him inside me, where he belongs. I slowly rise and motion him to lay back on the bed. I crawl on top of him like an enthusiastic cowgirl and slide him inside me. My muscles grab at his cock like a vice, frantic to keep him there forever, and I ride him, gently at first. He meets my rhythm and slowly lifts himself into a sit as I wrap myself around him. With every grind my juices splash across his body and back onto mine. Our bodies play a symphony of moist slapping and frantic grinding. He slips a hand up my back and catches my hair at the base of my neck. He gives a firm pull as he guides my mouth to his. With lips and legs locked in a frenzied embrace, we ride the wave of pleasure until I am gasping with exhaustion. I fall into his arms as orgasms take me repeatedly…unrelenting. For a moment I just linger, pressed up against him. As my pussy throbs and clenches him tight.
I know what comes next. Only one thing will satisfy me now, and I will beg if I must.
“I need your cum…Please.” I whisper. He orders me onto my stomach and I oblige him immediately. My hips sway gently back and forth as I tease him with my ass, begging him to enter me.
“Take me”, I plead insistently.
He places a firm hand on the back of my neck, and just enough pressure to bring me to instant excitement. I arch my back, inviting him in. His cock slams into me as his hand forces my face into the pillow and I let out a loud moan. I can feel his cock start to throb as the intensity of his thrust quickens. “Yes baby! Yes!” His hand comes down hard across my ass and the sting drives me wild with pleasure. I want to see his face and watch him cum. I want to taste him. I want it all. I push myself out from under him as I flip onto my back to face him. My hands fly to my nipples, and I am dripping as I wait. He slams into me again and I know it’s close. We stare deep into each others eyes as the first wave of ecstasy hits and a warm stream fills my pussy like a blanket. In one motion I slide out from under him and force his cock into my mouth as he continues to cum. He has been saving this load for me and I relish every drop. He lets out a moan as his body begins to jerk uncontrollably. His cum is my greatest reward and I swallow it like it is liquid gold. He collapses beside me and I gush with pride as I curl into his embrace.
We have only 12 hours together.
11 more to go……

Fisting! A Guest Blog….

Posted by Minx:

I have had fisting on the brain these days. In a recent online discussion, a sexy friend shared an awesome piece of writing about her early adventures with fisting. Without further ado…I am thrilled to open the floor to a fierce sexy guest writer,Gem.

The following is reproduced with permission from her blog – originally posted more than two years ago:

A tribute to my first Big O on a Big Fist

The anticipation, the overwhelming desire, the impatience… It felt like I’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment (which I suppose is true). Was this really about to happen? Was I about to finally feel the fullness I’d been so longing for?

YES! And YES!! And YES!!!

This is the moment I open myself completely to the will of his hand. I feel it, in its entirety, glide past that final barrier: the bliss of the “pop”. Then my body’s immediate innate reaction…Squeeze. For a moment I lose my limbs. He is in complete control. I am immobilized. “Just feel my fist” he whispers as he holds still inside me. It’s all I can feel. I am yours. He glides the fingers of his other hand up my leg, tickling my thighs as he moves up to my clit. Every muscle in my body relaxes and he knows it immediately without a word spoken by me.

“Good girl”

The only words I need to hear as he slowly begins to move his fist inside me. I feel every twitch, every minor extension of his fingers, every subtle movement from side to side and up and down. My eyes squeeze shut, happy tears begin to fall, and all I can see is white behind the lids. Not darkness… light. I become consumed by the sensations and happily lose the world around me for what feels like a blissful eternity, never wanting to be let free from his hold on me. His voice the only sound I hear and obey.

And then my world changes as the intensity of his movements increases and his voice becomes fierce. Through gritted teeth he praises me for my strength and tells me how sexy this moment is. He makes a fist with his other hand, places it on my abdomen and tells me to hold it as a reminder of how big his hands are. Boom!! I can’t even begin to cover his hand with mine. In that moment I feel miniature and in awe. I find my voice again as my body braces itself for the most intense final moments of the scene…

…the colourful, filthy, sexy, language that pours from my mouth is astounding. Then the enthusiastic praise for the man filling me with his intensity and passion. Then the cursing again. All finally replaced by incoherent growls and moans. Noises I’d never made before. Noises I didn’t know I was capable of making. Uncontrollable, Primal, Euphoric. My orgasm feels like it is going on forever. So long in fact that I begin to feverishly giggle as I exclaim “I’m still coming!!!”

All I can recall from the moments to follow are lying vulnerable, exhausted, and satisfied in his arms as he helps me connect back to my body… again not wanting to be let free from the moment.




The complexity of relationships
Fluid yet absolute
Finding spaces
In lockdown places

Electric skin
Dark and lovely
Pinned above me
Eyes that love me
A touch, I miss endlessly.

And on the other side
Of that crumbling divide
Soft and supple
Her brain a muscle
Heart encased
In the most lovely breasts

Two spaces so separate
With one binding thing
Trust mixed with lust
Surrender or bust.

Holiday Gift Guide For Swingers


It’s easy enough to choose a gift for a dear friend or family member…but what to get your valued and adored playmates? Here are Dear Minx‘s picks for Swinger gifts! We suggest you wrap each one with an orgasm.

1) An iPod. More specifically, an iPod pre-loaded with Life on the Swingset podcasts, 3nder and ‘lifestyle travel’ apps, and of course, naked pictures from the Santa in your life should fill the photo roll. UPDATE: 3nder is now known as “feeld” and there are several similar apps-check what’s hot in your region first!

2) Medium sized suitcase….each. For those hot club nights and hotel takeovers. You start with a small suitcase (“It’s only one night!”) and eventually you are adding carry-on bags and backpacks. One spiffy, durable, medium sized suitcase will serve you for a week at Hedonism II or a special night out requiring several pairs of shoes and bottles of wine. Do yourself the favour. If there’s one thing that’s true about swingers, we pack heavy and we think of every little eventuality. Make sure you have room to pack your gear into less rather than more.

3) Fill a stocking with condoms, but make it a sexy stocking. In my experience, sexy stockings can be enjoyed both by those wearing them and those spending time with those wearing them. Condoms, lube, panties…stuff it good. Get creative!  NOTE: fishnets are hard to stuff, but are ideal for inside the stocking.

4) Restraints. Most sexual adventurers have already stumbled onto this power play. Hand cuffs, leather cuffs, spreader bar…there are a umpteen variations depending what you like. If you wanna go farther, throw in a paddle (of course, we recommend a Minx paddle-taking orders soon!)

5) Strap-on (with pegging, vaginal insert and  dildo attachment). It might not be for everyone – but you’d be amazed who it is for. Many couples, particularly those with bi-identifying females will eventually wander down this path of curiosity. Do yourselves the favour and buy a quality harness with attachments. You will want the most obvious parts (a dildo of some kind) but consider also adding the additional options of an insert for the wearer (a dildo that sits inside the vagina while she fucks someone else). Consider also, a smaller attachment for pegging play. While you may not consider it something you are interested in, you may be surprised to see who else is. It will be good to have the parts available if you suddenly change your tune on this.
6) A black ring. Help your sexy friends identify themselves to the tribe.(To be sure to hit all of the markers depending on geographical location, you may wish to include a star for their house, and an upside pineapple. You picking up what I’m putting down?)

7) Overnight travel kit. Now, a swingers overnight kit should include their own toothbrush + a new one for emergencies, toothpaste, mouth wash/breath strips, condoms and lube (maybe even dental dams), razors, hair elastics, a bottle of water, and whenever possible, a towel. Always bring a towel.

8) An evening at a spectacular hotel or spa. Give a swinger and hotel room, and you can betcha’ bottom dollar they will make good use of it and appreciate it to the farthest corners of the room. And bathroom. Maybe even the closets.

9) Porn. Not all of us watch it, but let’s be honest…..many (many) of us do. There is a definite trend towards amateur (or “real”) porn. You may even want to consider the gift of personalized porn – an emerging industry for the discerning exhibitionist.

10) We-Vibe 4 Plus G-Spot & Clitoral Couples Vibrator. What’s not to love? You can use it on either him, or her (or both at the same time). You can run this beauty by touch, We Connect app or remote. Think of the possibilities for those vanilla events office Christmas parties. Give one partner the controls and watch the other one squirm. Available in various colours.


Every now and then, a little piece of the past finds a resting place. I’ve been fortunate to enjoy both great love and great lust in my life. On that note, this is what I wrote today:


With a single look I saw you
Igniting my sixth sense
We painted the walls with our
Ugly and noise
We offended the world with our silence.

A beginning so full of details
And possibilities
With a penchant for poison
Lurking in the dark
Creeping like a shark
To take you- at first quietly.

I see you.

Lonely, Haunting eyes,
Longing to be wise
Poison coursing
Pain endorsing
Preventing compromise

And you,
You crazy diamond
On the eve of ‘all is lost’
Rising like the Phoenix
Eyes shimmering
Full of brilliance
Hearts bound
Lost and found

The high of new resolve
The buzz carried us like the wind
Hearts and legs entwined
‘cause love is blind
And when you crashed at my feet
I loved your broken bones
Removed the sticks and stones
Convinced that we were fine

This crazy heart saw
You, bleeding and raw
Attempting to stand
A man made of  straw…                                                                  With a match in his hand

Like a chemical explosion
I stood far too close
To avoid the fragments
Of pain and stagnance
Waiting to engulf

Heart singed,
And nothing left to prove
I watched you removed
Your dignity a memory
Your tongue
My new enemy
Hurling venom like a snake

I’ll tell you a secret though
I knew it as I watched you go
Though your Mistress may hide
The diamond inside
I still saw it,
And I know.


Pound me like you mean it, but get to know me first.


I’m a girl who can take a pounding. I love it. In fact, it is hard to find a partner who can withstand the kind of pounding I can take. Long and hard. Not necessarily a rough, vicious attack-on-the-vagina pounding, but a determined, rhythmic, that’s-a-good-kitty pounding. I like to know you mean business. So do I. Having experienced the type of stamina and energy that is required to fuck someone long and hard, I have utter appreciation for those who can pull it off. I have to date been disappointed by my inability to go as long and far as I wanted, simply because I was too tired. My last strapon adventure took a turn that included my partners’ partner holding her over me by her armpits so I could gently fuck her from below. Two hours in, a soft gentle fuck from below was all I could muster. Not for lack of wanting, either.

I participate in some “online communities” that involve both swingers and kinksters. From time to time the question pops up in the forums “Do you like it rough? Are you in to rough sex?” When I read this I think immediately of discipline and striking and torn vaginas. This, to me, would define rough sex. Now I realize I may sit outside of the centre of the circle on the sexual preference spectrum, but that, to me, is rough. Others will then chime in and declare “oh yes, the rougher the better! Spank me hard! Choke me!” And I find myself thinking…”Wait a minute. Spanking and choking are rough sex? Isn’t spanking just kind of, normal?” Well, for me it is. But therein lies the ridiculous concept behind “forum conversation”. We attempt to compare and gauge our similarities when we all start with completely different points of reference. Now certainly choking, or “breathplay” also known as erotic asphyxiation, is something that I would only reserve for my most trusted playmates. There has to be a deep level of trust to let someone put their hands around my throat, and likewise, I would never do this to someone I hadn’t establish deep and open communication with – too much can go wrong. While I have enjoyed this type of play, I will not be offering it up to random interest.

The rough sex question surfaces and the quasi-kinky go wild. Declarations of spankings and handcuffs and general thumping of bodies titillates all. I realize I may be the least kinky person I know, and I sure didn’t see that coming. I can’t believe how much wilder than me this general populous of swingers really is! And then I’m reading through a profile one day and I see it:

Turn offs: Rough sex. I want to be fucked slowly and delicately. I do not want to be jumped on like a piece of meat”.

Hmmmm. This was confusing.  I do want to be jumped on like a piece of meat some days. Jump on me. Jump harder. Take me like you can’t wait another second.

I have, in the past, enjoyed “cuddle sex” as it was affectionately known to me and my partner. It was lovely, romantic, spectacular and devine. It was special because it wasn’t always. And it was the connection of our hearts that made it tender. When it comes to play, like, “meet me at the sex club ’cause it’s going down on Friday” play, I’m not showing up to cuddle. I’m coming for the goods. And it strikes me upon reflection that if those naughty people knew my normal, it may be shocking also. A gentle slap to the ass, especially when entered from behind (sigh) seems like the most normal, even anticipated of acts. To another, this can be perceived as a violation, or extreme, or even rough

I realize also that some of those rough sex enthusiasts might cringe to see me in full blown Domme Bitch Demand mode begging to be fucked harder and faster until someone breaks the furniture. It matters not that our kinks match or even mingle. It matters that we are all free to find them – and that all parties are truly consensual and informed. With lots of conversation and practice I can happily say I have found several playmates, both couples and singles, who get my longing and keep up like champs. I could look any one of them in the eye and say “I’ll take it rough today” and know it would all work out. My comfort zone is flexible at times. Supple even. I learn a lot about myself in those places.

Whether you like a pounding, spanking or you give a divarific noshing, remember the following:

Consensus is like Communism, it’s a great idea but human nature prevents it from working.

If you aren’t already familiar with “YKINMK”, it’s a good time to brush up. This acronym stands for Your Kink Is Not My Kink and there are several variations to make additions for But Your Kink Is Ok (YKINMKBYKIO). In essence, to each their own, Definition that is. We shan’t try to correct or show disdain for the kinks and quirks of others. Rather, you can establish your boundaries and learn to tell when someone else’s kink comes in to contact with that boundary. Retreat without judgment is an art form. Most of us fail at times.

Talk is sweet. I totally understand the DTF crowd. I have even tried, and enjoyed the DTF experience. I often see in the Swingerlympian profiles this disdain for “long endless conversation, and texting”. Bless your hearts, I’ve no doubt you love what you do. But there is something glorious to be gained by talking in depth about your ideas, desires, experiences, and fantasies. It sometimes creates an opportunity to go deeper with playmates. IMO. If you want to avoid the potentially frightening or awkward experience of conflicting ideas about rough sex or spanking intensity, this is one great way to avoid it. Talk, think, discuss, imagine. Preparation leads to anticipation.

When creating an online marketing package (ie. an internet profile intended to attract like-minded playmates) keep in mind when spelling out your interests that the reader may have none of your experience OR they may have significantly MORE experience, and your definitions could be resting on opposites sides of the Grand Canyon. I strongly suggest you use these little boxes of opportunity to portray your character and sense of humour rather than your list of bedroom tricks – some will assume it is invitation, some will interpet that list differently. Decisions to perform certain acts particularly involving impact play and bondage, should never be left to guesswork. Sell who you are. Explain what you like. Avoid confusion. This ensures consent is valid!

If a partner says they want to be pounded hard, don’t start with your hardest thrust. Surpise them a little, but don’t pull out the Ace just yet. You’ll need that energy for a proper sesh and there’s nothing like a filthy, frothy crescendo of pounding. Mmmmmmm.


Send me your thoughts below. What constitutes rough? Are there limits on who you do this with? Do you reserve this for your most special lovers? Or are you game for slaps and pinches right from the intro?