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Posted by SD at 8:18 AM 1 comments

SD's New Home & Other Exciting News...

SECRET THOUGHTS: Erotique

Release Date: January 30th 2007.

Domination. or Submission? Ménage a trios or Man on Man? What about voyeurism?

A tease? A taste? Sink your teeth into this collection of erotica short stories from 6 top erotic storytellers.

Everyone has them. Those secret thoughts that bring forth your hottest dreams and desires. The ones that you don’t share, the ones that make your heart pound and your blood heat.

What do you fantasize about? In the Secret Thoughts: Erotique collection you’ll find all sorts of deliciously erotic scenes from the naughty minds of Beth Williamson, JJ Massa, Laura Bacchi, Nix Winter, Sasha White, and S. Desires.

There are some very talented ladies up there and if I were you, I know where I'd be on January 30th.

Posted by SD at 11:35 AM 5 comments

Well, color me surprised...

Apparently my previous post "An open letter to my lover..." has been chosen for the Decemeber 12th Edition of Fleshbot's Sex Blog Roundup. Seeing as I haven't updated in a month of Sunday's (or longer), it came as a bit of a surprise, a good one, and I'd like to extend my graditude to Fleshbot and Chelsea Girl for the mention. Thanks.

Anyone who's wandered over here from there will notice that there's nothing new to chew on, but if you'll take a moment to browse through my archives I'm sure (or at least I hope) you'll find something tasty to wet your appetite.

In other news, I'm currently in the process of moving (my blog not my person), but I'm not quite done yet. But, when that happy day arrives, you'll be the first to know.

Posted by SD at 7:45 AM 5 comments

An open letter to my lover...

Alone in another crowded airport in another foreign city silently cursing the gods of air for the dratted mechanical failure that kept me from you.

God, so close, an hour by air, that's all that separated us.

So, I sat and I waited and I cursed some more as I softly rubbed my tummy to help calm the butterflies working overtime in there, fluttering their wings in wild abandon, and I had to laugh at myself for allowing that silly bout of nerves to creep in on me. And I can not lie, I was nervous, but the nerves were such a secondary sensation to the intense need I had to see you--your face, a face that's graced my dreams for more than a year and your eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes that forever hold me captive in sleep.

When they finally called my flight, two hours after it was originally scheduled to depart, those butterflies in my tummy ceased their fluttering because they, like I, knew that in just over an hour, I'd finally meet the man of my dreams.

That sounds fanciful, I know, but you've known me long enough to know that I'm a hopeless romantic at heart.

The last leg of my journey to you (and a long journey it was) was rather serene, the plane went up just high enough to oddly accentuate all the fascinating intricacies of the land below, and oh, what a sight it was. The Bay was breathtaking, it was all breathtaking, like a dazzling painting of uninhibited beauty I'll remember for the rest of my life.

And that was nothing compared to the feelings that washed through me when I walked through the door of that tiny airport hauling my sons silly Batman backpack and saw you standing there waiting for me.

You smiled at me and when I was close enough to touch, you hugged me and god, it felt so wonderful. It wasn't awkward as I feared it would be, there wasn't that shyness I expected to feel, it just felt lovely.

And though I didn't say it then, the way you looked at me while we waited for the rest of my luggage made me feel beautiful. And when I asked you, "What?" (as I did a million times during our week together ) and you said, "I'm just looking at you, you're rather lovely to look at." I got all soft and warm inside and at that moment, I wanted so very badly to kiss you right there in front of everyone while we waited for my luggage. Why I didn't will forever remain a mystery.

The ride to the hotel was somewhat surreal, there you were next to me, all I had to do was reach out and I could feel the warmth of your skin against mine. And your voice, hearing it resonate through the car as we chatted was amazing and wonderful.

Oh, baby, I can't explain how incredibly delightful it was for me to just be there with you, to be able to look at you and talk to you and touch you--there are no words.

In the week we spent together, we made a lot of beautiful memories, but one of the loveliest for me was the hour or so we spent with each other right after we checked into the hotel.

We didn't make love, not then, we talked and we touched and we kissed and we teased, but our clothes never came off. And yet, if we'd have continued to lay there exploring each other for just a tiny bit longer I'd have come from nothing more than the sheer pleasure of having your hands on my body and mine on yours, of feeling your lips against my lips and your breath on my skin, of hearing your voice ring in my ears and watching your eyes move over my body. I have never felt so in touch with myself or my body as I did in that glorious stretch of time I spent lying there with you. It was incredibly beautiful, my love, and a moment in time that I will treasure for as long as I draw breath.

By the time we made it back to the room that night I wanted you so badly I could barely think straight. If I'd been thinking straight I would have joined you in the shower instead of lying there alone on the bed thoroughly preoccupied with the intense need I had to feel you inside me.

We'd briefly talked before about how the first time with a new lover can be a bit awkward and fumbly, but from where I was laying, ours was neither of those things, quite the contrary, it was (pardon my language) fucking incredible. You are incredible.

There was more talking and touching and kissing and teasing. Mmm. The slow removal of clothing as our hands moved over each other, becoming intimately familiar with the others body.

And then the unfathomable pleasure of finally being able to take you into my mouth, to feel the hot, hard, velvety smooth skin of your cock against my tongue. Bliss. You have a gorgeous cock, my love, and because you have no qualms being vocal about what you like, I could've happily spent hours pleasuring you with nothing but my mouth.

And the thrill of watching you dip your head down to ease your face between my parted thighs, feeling your hair brush against the sensitive skin of my thighs and your breath flutter across my aching cunt just before you leaned in to taste me. Ecstasy.

And, god, feeling your body rub and press against mine as you slid up to settle between my thighs, your cock gliding through the slippery wetness emanating from my body as you leaned down to kiss me was sublime.

And then you were inside me and I lost myself in you.

For me, it was far more than sex we shared during our time together, but I'm thinking you already know that, and to write it all out would make this post longer than it needs to be. So, I'll simply say, when I got on that plane bright and early on a Wednesday morning, I was already in love with you, but not even I, the hopeless romantic, could've predicted how much my love for you would mature and grow in the short week we had together.

My darling, I love you more now than I did then and less than I will tomorrow. And as a wise man once told me (and if I remember correctly, it happened to be while I was snuggled up in his arms), we can't predict what the future holds for us, but we have each other now and that is what matters.

Yours,
SD

Posted by SD at 9:28 PM 13 comments

Trick or Treat

Are you a fan of Halloween?

I'm not so much, I don't know why either.

I love candy, I love being able to pretend I'm someone else for a night...so you'd think I'd love Halloween, right? Maybe it's because I've worked the bar so many of those nights? Or mayeb it's because I like being me...or maybe it's really because all the costuems I really want to wear are very very naughty, and I'm too chicken shit to do it.

Maybe the appeal of dressing up as a Dominatrix has disappeared since I think I'd enjoy being submissive so much more.

Realistically, I think it's because I have no imagination when it comes to castumes and on Halloween I actually feel boring. I hate that feeling.

What do you think?

Posted by Sasha White at 3:01 PM 2 comments

Mine.

You are going to come to me. And when you reach my door you will find a blindfold hanging on the doorknob and the door open a crack. Enter the room, close the door behind you and put on the blindfold. Then wait there quietly for me.

I lead you into the center of the room. “Stand still,” I tell you. “You are my personal playground...and I want to play uninterrupted.”

My hand reaches out and I trail my fingers across your shoulders as I stroll around your body. I start to undress you at my leisure, stroking your muscles, nibbling on your ear, your neck. Pressing my body full length against yours. The feel of your heart pounding in your chest is strong under my hand as I scrape my nails lightly across your nipple.

You feel my breasts against your chest, my nipples hardening as they rub against the hair on your body as I sink to my knees and examine your cock. Looking at it, breathing on it, I touch it lightly, lick it and - no! I won't suck it now...that will be your reward for behaving...if you continue to do so.

It is time for you to work...I lead you over to the couch and sit down.

“On your knees,” I command.

I spread my thighs for you and tell you to get on your knees and use only your mouth to please me, no hands. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can make me cum with only your lips and tongue? I hope you can...for your sake.

Once you have gotten me ready I am going to lay you down and straddle you. Slip that hard cock into my wetness and ride you until I cum. You may not come! Remember...you are MY playground.

If I feel you have behaved well I will reward you. What that reward is will be a surprise...one I know already you will enjoy. But if you misbehave…the punishment will be something I enjoy!

Posted by Sasha White at 7:32 PM 6 comments

Secret Thoughts

I've been thinking a lot lately. Too much, I believe. I'm very used to taking things as they are, and seeing things as they're shown to me. I often see beyond what is shown, and I think I've come to take that for granted. I also have just realised a huge truth about myself.

There have been so many times in the past that I've worried that I've done wrong, that I let myself down by giving up on love and going for the sexual relationships I've had. I realized that I often hurt myself by picking to be with men who wanted nothing more than sex from me, and then actually caring for them and doing the complete girly thing by thinking -deep down where I never even admitted it to myself - that maybe I could be the one to change them. Or that maybe the sexual chemistry meant he was "the one". Then I'd fall into the trap of thinking I was only good for sexual relationships, becasue those were all I was good at.

Three times in my life I've actually let myself believe I might've found Him. The one. Two of those times, I was the one to walk away. I was the one to let things go because the intensity of what I felt, so soon, scared me. The third time, the last time, he was the one to walk away. When he did, I worried that it was karmic payback for my not having faith in the first two.

Not one of these times was I ever in love. I've never let myself go that far. These are just the men that stick in my mind as reminders of times when I COULD HAVE had something, but I didn't let myself. Tonight I realized why I didn't actually open myself to them. It seems I am an all or nothing person in this department too.

You see, I've been talking with a friend. A friend who is ten years younger than me, but in the exact same place in her life as I was when I walked away from the first guy. And she's in the same sort of situation with a man right now. I see myself in her, and I see the path I chose so clearly, and I want to tell her to choose the other one.

At the same time as talking to her quite a bit lately, I've been debating the whole "get to know him even if there are no butterflies" thing. The fact that I've decided to try and back away from the stricly lovers type of relationships I've sadly, grown used to, and get to knwo the men I meet in hopes that a relationship will grow. And you know what? I realized that I don't like to get to know them without those butterflies in my tummy simply because, to me, the risk might not be worth the reward. By that I mean, I've realized why I have such a high wall around my heart. Because it is so soft, and so vulnerable.

It's not worth getting hurt if the payoff isn't going to be forever. Or if there is a chance the payoff might not be forever.

I've realised that I can not open up just a little, because opening up a little still opens me up to hurt. And if I keep things as just sexual, I can protect my heart.

The question is, should I protect my heart at the risk of my self esteem, because I do see that staying in strictly sexaul relationshiips is hurting me too. I'm starting to wonder if I'm capable of more...and that hurts too. So, is it better to opne and be hurt by another, or to know that the hurt you feel is caused by your own actions?

Posted by Sasha White at 12:35 AM 5 comments