Kinklets TNG

So a couple friends of mine are doing out-reach to TNG-aged people (i.e. people between the ages of 18-35) in the New York City area, as a way of helping to build a stronger BDSM community. You know, a sort of 'we are the future' type thing. They're doing this as a way to bring together all of the TNG aged people in an attempt to bond through vanilla activities. And anyone over the age of 35 can attend as long as they are being brought as a guest by someone of TNG age. Go check out their blog.

Here is the information that they have been sending around every where, you may have seen it:

Hey TNG-ers!!!

Monet and I are TNG-ers and we are planning a trip to the Bronx Zoo on Saturday, May 24th for TNG-ers and their guests! And we would love it if ya'll could join us! We will be meeting at Columbus Circle (west side entrance to Central Park) by the fountain, and taking the #2 train up to the Bronx Zoo. It costs $15 per person for admittance to the zoo, and bring money for food and transportation, or you can bring a bagged lunch!

We will be standing by the fountain, I will be wearing my leather pride shirt, and Monet will be wearing something similar! We will also have a sign with us, so just look for the TNG sign!! We will be meeting at 11:00am, and leaving for the zoo at 12 noon. We are looking forward to seeing all a ya'll there, and we hope you can join us!!!!

HAH!

I am finally satisfied with how my blog finally looks. It is really hard to find a nice, simple, garden themed template. But I finally did it. And now I can finally stop obsessing over the damned thing. I'm also going to get back to blogging, the last couple of months were crazy because I was busy finishing up school. But now I'm a college graduate (go me!), so I can breath a little easier now and work on the back entries of smut I want to write for ya'll. But right now I'm going to go outside and work on my actual garden. I'm growing tomatoes this summer! And that makes me happy.

The Precious

At 4 in the morning, I decided to call it a night. My friend Brian's play party had melted into debates about the existence of instinct from a biological perspective. Which is a really intense conversation to have at 4 in the morning. Marilyn and I climbed into Brian's bed, and curled in on him, wrapping our bodies to his own. Marilyn looked across at me in the dark, and I looked back at her as she began to lick at Brian's nipples, and I followed suit. His moans filled the room as my hand trailed down his chest and pushed aside the waistband on his underwear.

I gripped his cock in my hand and began stroking him, his moans intensifying. I began shedding clothes at some point, my hoodie followed by my shirt until I finally threw off my pants. Brian removed his underwear and my head dissapeared under the covers while he and Marilyn kissed. I licked and sucked at his hard cock while rocking my hand against his perineum. Marilyn joined me a moment later and took over. I came up for air and once again took up my post at his nipples, kissing him intermittently.

We each took our turn in the middle, and when I found myself in the hot seat, Brian and Marilyn went to work on my nipples while Brian fingered my clit, making me gasp and moan. I brought my hands up to grip the headboard as I came.

Marylin took her place in the middle, and Brian got her off while I nibbled on her nipples. Then we pushed Brian onto his back, and Marilyn settled between his thighs while I settled myself over his face. We struggled to sync ourselves up, and when we slid into that sweet spot, I sighed with contentment, Brian moaning and licking beneath me.

"Do we have a condom?" Someone asked. "Shit, I'm out," Brian said in the dark. "I didn't think I'd be getting laid tonight, so I didn't think to get more. Ummm, someone go find one." "I'll go and find one, and by that I mean I'll go look in my bag," Marilyn said, pulling on her skirt and rushing out of the room. Brian and I sat in silence for a few minutes and Marilyn came back in. "I don't have any, should I go ask if someone has one?" She asked. "Yeah, go ask," Brian said, and she left the room again. After a few more minutes she came back in. "I got one, but it's a magnum," she said. "Doesn't matter," I said intensely, aware of the stupidity of my logic as I said it. "It's a condom, we can make it work, we're kinky, we make things work all the time."

"Brian, I don't want to get fucked tonight, you can fuck Eden," Marilyn said. "Then can I go down on you while I'm getting fucked? I haven't had pussy since my birthday, and that was in July." "But I've never done that with a girl, besides, I don't see how it would work," she said. "It's just like with a guy, except I'm a girl. And if you lie on your back in front of me, I can go down on you while Brian fucks me from behind, mmkay?" I said, getting up on all fours. "Oh, okay," she said, settling herself in front of me as Brian rolled on our one precious condom.

I buried my face between her thighs and began licking and sucking while Brian fucked me from behind, slapping my ass and riding my hips. Eventually Marilyn decided she had had enough, and I rolled onto my back while Brian continued fucking me. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me, my muscles contracting around his cock as he thrust up into me. Brian came a few moments later, and collapsed onto the bed next to us.

Eventually we fell asleep in a piled up heap, and slept well into the next morning. It was a lovely party, to say the least.

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Some of you may have noticed my. . . . discontent with how my blog looks, I'm working on it, and I'm hoping once I get this image loaded I will finally be satisfied with how it looks. In the meantime, I will be keeping up with the smut as I have much to share with ya'll. So thanks and enjoy!

Breath

It was so quiet. In the very early hours of the morning, when neither of us had found sleep. His party had tapered off into nothing. The world was silent as he slammed me up against a wall. Pushing my pants down over my hips and pulling my shirt off over my head. He grabbed my hair and drove me back against the wall several times, hard.

He pushed me down across his bed. Wrenching me into position with a hand in my hair. He tied my wrists to his headboard, a few moments passed before I felt something hot and liquid land on my bare skin. The wax kissed my breasts and belly as he moved the candle along my body. After a while, I ventured to open my eyes, and I gazed up into his face, the flame lighting his features. I found myself getting lost in his eyes, the intensity of his concentration running like an electric current throughout my body.

Soon he put aside the candle, and kissed me, gently, exploring. His hand ran along my torso, rolling my nipples between his finger tips. His hand slowly, tentatively ran down to the dark thatch of hair between my thighs, pressing up against my clit. His fingers danced, and my breathe quickened. He drew his hand away and took up the knife.

He began to slowly, methodically cut away at the wax from my body. I laid there, gazing up at him; it was as though I was witnessing the rapture. I was aware of the intense silence. As though the world were holding it's breath. When he was satisfied, he untied me, and we laid there, and snuggled up close and talked to one another. In time I gathered myself together and went to find a place to sleep among the bodies in his living room.

Sometime in the hours of the morning, while we slept, the world began to breath again.