Elust #106

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Welcome to Elust 106

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Orgasms Save Me From Myself

Charlie’s Bar

I’m Not Ready to Love My Body

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Letters and Lonely Hearts

I Want to Curve and Ache

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Don’t fear the smear

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He is the only man I know who can say something semi-insulting and have it be a compliment.

Just having returned home from a tiring afternoon gig – for which I both dressed up and wore makeup – I make a beeline for my bedroom with the foremost goal of stripping both my body and my face.

I am immediately impeded in my progress by my spouse, who steps into the hallway and greets me with “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong?  Nothing’s wrong, I thinkI just got home and I want to get changed.  Why are you in my way?

I give him a squinched brow and quirked lip in response, which has him ‘asking’ again in the form of a statement:  “You look like something’s wrong.”

The only thing wrong, I think, is that you’re blocking my way to comfort.

“Nothing’s wrong.  Why?”

He searches my face for some sign of dis-ingenuousness (this never fails to irritate me; if he keeps it up, something *will* be wrong, and fast) while I maneuver around him in order to move closer to my goal:  clothes, off; makeup, off.

“It’s…” he starts.

Good Lord.  All I want to do…

“Your eyes…”

…is remove my clothing and wash these cosmetics off my face–

“Something’s off.”

–OH.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“I’m wearing makeup.”

He blinks.
Tilts his head.
Looks at my face again.
Nods.
Blinks some more.

After studying my skin with the same tilt-headed confused intensity he applies when attempting to find meaning in a piece of abstract expressionism, he pronounces his Profound Understanding with understated eloquence:

“Hnh.”

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Fe-Lion

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nude woman reclining in streak of sunlight

 

When a streak of sunlight falls through a window, I am drawn to it.  Catlike, I sprawl – stretching, curling, cuddling up in the beam of heat – soaking in the rejuvenating warmth, no matter the temperature of the season.

I sigh, I smile.
I purr.

But do not be fooled into thinking my relaxed countenance is indicative of tameness.  A pussycat, I am not.

Feline?  Perhaps.

Fe-Lion.

I have the mane.
The teeth and claws.
The forceful paws.

All that’s missing…

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This {Sex Blogging} Thing We Do

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Blogging

In recent months, I’ve been taking stock of a lot of things.

  • Several deaths in my family, in rapid succession – and the associated distance and resultant travel requirements – have me rethinking my choice of geographic location.
  • New concerns about my husband’s health on top of already-critical medical conditions, have me reconsidering how we structure our physical activities (yes — this includes sex).
  • Mounting expenses and rapidly-rising cost of living balanced against practical needs and relationship priorities, have me juggling an intense work schedule and exhausting myself while trying to remain engaged and keep up.

I have been – in a word – stressed.

One of the things I do to alleviate stress is to write.

Writing for this blog is an outlet for me.  Sometimes silly, occasionally reflective, often cathartic, the process of writing (or editing/formatting, where visuals are concerned) blog posts allows me to engage with myself in a creative, introspective way while also providing a safe space for putting my creations out into the world.

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