One

there was nothing to do about it
the yearning
that yearning
which slowly, seamlessly slid
back into your heart
back into your mind

that craving for
*something*
that something nameless
that something *je ne sais quoi*
the kind of something
that haunts your dreams
and makes you wake
suddenly
in the middle of the night
with heart pounding

ah the yearning
for what was
for what you wished was

that unbearable lightness of being
of the perfect love
of the perfect love won and lost
won and lost again

you find yourself keening
with the grief of it
like losing a piece of your soul
that grief
that claims your days and nights
when you least expect it
right when the colour finally
started to seep back into your days
one word, one sound, one sigh
brings you back the memory
of *her*
of *him*
the one to claim your soul
through out the millenia
through out the lifetimes

it did not matter
what name you each wore
what gender what shape what character
no, just that
one word, one sound, one sigh
just enough
to make you recognize
your twin flame
and then cry with the grief
of losing them again
in this life, that life
pulled apart again by time

you
*her* or *him*
so far apart
so filled with
the yearning
that yearning
back in your mind
back in your heart

oh to be whole again
two halves reunited
two becoming one whole one

your one
*his* one
*her* one

you once had it
you once loved it
you once held it

oh
just
to
be
that
ONE.

***

Fuckable

ffffffuuuuuuccccckkkk

your lips wrap around
every single primal letter
and the short thrust
of syllable

your teeth
clench around it
gnashing uncontrollably
prolonging it
almost -
but not quite -
unbearably

ripping the sound
rising from
your hot wet throat
with a pleasure
that's almost pain
and such pain
that skirts around
pleasure

fuck
fuck
fuck!!!

your hands grip
the sweaty sheets
as your body
twists flips and stutters
and then
that loooooooong body arch
the rigor mortis of desire
le petit mort
bends your back
like the girl
in the exorcist
yes possessed

f
u
c
k

you!

you swear
at the fiend
playing you
like a fiddle
or sleek red violin

the devilish digits
that just won't quit
the toys
soft and hard
carving out
your skin
and THAT
ah that knowing flesh
that lovingly probes
your hot spots

and that laughter
rising in waves and waves
at your endless fucks
punctuating their ears
loving every minute
of fucking
your most fuckable self

and when you finally let go
for the final time
(this time)

they whisper
in your exhausted ear
you
are
hot
as
fuck
my dear

so
very
fuckable.

***

I'm baaaaaack...in the e[lust]: Enigmatically Luscious: e[lust] #77

I'm back in the e[lust] again, kinky folks!

Enjoy,
Angel :)

***

Elust #77

Photo courtesy of The Other Livvy

Welcome to Elust #77 –

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 discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #78? Start with the rules, come back January 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On the Island of Mhowra
Shoulder shaming?
What becomes of the broken hearted…

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

You can hear it in my voice.

Fingers – Please Fuck me With Just Them

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
Don’t tell me sucking dick is easy
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Erotic Fiction

FFC #7 – TIME TRAVEL : STOCKINGS
Climbing The Corporate Ladder
A Love Letter From The Rebound Champion
Virgin Traffic Stop
A Desire To Be Watched
It’s just sex…
His Gift
Like Blue

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Virginity
V for *ahem* not me
The Lost and Found
Woman in Repose

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Amy Schumer’s: Sex Acts for Girls
James Deen, rapist?
The Trouble With “Lady Parts”

Erotic Non-Fiction

Camming On Halloween
Fresh From The Shower
Story Of Endless Love, or Just A Cold Cure?
Strap-on Fun
The moment
Bookends (side one)
“Ropes? There are ropes on this bed?”
Gawan: hands and mouth
Tremble

Poetry

Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark ************MY POST***************
“Longing” – From Coming Together: In Verse
Denial Denied

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Jessica Jones and Choice (Spoilers)
I want to be your submissive slut (sort of)
Memories of wax
Getting Stuck In a Rut and …
Primal Hunger. Owning It!

Blogging

The Whole Picture

Writing About Writing

Writing an Experience

Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

It was sharp.
It was sweet.
It was good.

A tattoo, pounding on flesh.
Staccato punctuation.
The never knowing, of it.
Of where it would land.
Here. Or there.
Here. Or there.
Surely not - there.
NOT THERE!
You scream in your mind.
Can't take any more - THERE.
The river of desire runs,
runs indeed.
Lava HOT.
The endless dripping.
The flesh beyond sensitive.

Some times a volley of thumps.
Some times a hollow echo.
Some times a whistling through the air.

Still, it falls.
Object after object after object.
Falling on the straining,
squirming flesh.

But your screams muffled,
both inside & outside
of your mind.

Your hand gives up
lifts to hold up
the sign
for
ONE.

And so it stops.

You slowly shudder
as yet another
release
hits you.

You are toast.
Done
like
dinner.

Only  one thought remains,
that you think
to yourself.

It was sharp.
It was sweet.
It was good.

***

Enigmatically Luscious: e[lust] #76

Elust #76

Photo courtesy of Charlie in the Pool

Welcome to Elust #76 –

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 discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #77? Start with the rules, come back December 1st to submit something and subscribe to theRSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Sex and the post-birth vagina
Lonely Things
Just the two of us

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Tiny, shiny, bity snaps of steel…
I have fallen in and out of love with myself

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
I had An Abortion
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the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Fiction

The End of the Run
Ladies Who Lunch kink of the week: dirty panties Release Brutal Nights Because I Knew I Shouldn’t Erotic Fiction: “Everything” Look, Don’t Touch As one night ends…
String Quartet
Unmasked: Part 1: The Gift The Secret Rolls

Erotic Non-Fiction

The lick of love. Tickle & Tease Oral Sex, Don’t Forget Oral Hygiene – Whoops! Feed my senses Camming With A Foot Lover Finding the Edges Word power The Mail Room Doing It Herself

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

I Had An Abortion
The 7 Dimensions of Cock

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

When I Thought the Scene Was Done Introducing the Abject Kitten, Part 2 The Joy of Fear Talking About BDSM With Your Therapist On Denial (and topping from the bottom)

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

I Did It My Way Two
Fuckin With Fuck Boys Part II You don’t need my permission to fuck my lover Undercovers

Writing About Writing

The Hunt for Adult/Sex Friendly Businesses

The Limits of Control, Part Deux

You could cut the tension
with a knife

and so he did.

one small cut at a time
drop by red drop
tiny knicks really
down the line of her body.

a playful
connecting of the dots
red line
curving
down
the length
of her
naked
body
red roses
blooming
on
white.

she was still
while he marked her
just one sharp
intake of breath
escaped
her lips.

when his knife
paused lovingly
at the base of her neck
where
her pulse beat frantically
like a trapped baby bird.

the only indication
Of her excitement.

he whispered
shhhh
in her tiny ear

and walked away.

as the tension
slowly
dissipated

from the room
and her body.

leaving only
the yearning
for more
behind.

***
Read Limits of Control, Part 1.