sexting

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

While I was writing my previous blog post, Olivia texted me. Olivia wrote erotica for my blog once before! Here

Hello all. I often utilize my blog to write, with each lover's permission, on the sex I'm having in real-life. I do so of course for the sultry entertainment value and also to illuminate for those who want to try this at home.... Read More.

I slowed and we rested together. Told her how incredible, how amazing she looked just before and during her orgasm. We turned over, Kristina straddled me. She laid her head on my chest. I felt her long red curly hair covering my chest and running down like ivy over my ribs.

Those little details in life… how often do we lose them and only remember the big positives or negatives? The warmth of the side of her face between my pecs, the soft tickle of the ivy-hair on my skin. The smooth and firm insides of her thighs hugging my body. I looked up along the ramp her back made up to her broad hips and big, heart-shaped ass. Desire bade me reach up and around to that heart’s center and massage her anus.

Hello all. I often utilize my blog to write, with each lover's permission, on the sex I'm having in real-life. I do so of course for the sultry entertainment value and also to show the kind of sex I am having and doing. Ever wondered if a sex educator or therapist could live up to what they preach? Well, I have. My intention is for it to teach and illuminate as much as titilate. Imagine yourself feeling and co-creating with your partner the things in this blog. If you find yourself needing to learn how to make these things happen for real, I welcome you to schedule a talk-teaching or sex coaching session with me. Enjoy to the fullest. -E.A

I awoke very early the next morning. Kristina was there next to me in bed, her sunset-red hair sprayed over her pillow and her viola-shaped body under the blankets we shared. I crept out of bed and into the bathroom. On the way there, I felt a warm slippery feeling between my legs and around my balls. Closed the door, then felt down below. My scrotum was covered from base to tip with slick; a blend of water-based lube and Kristina’s copious issue. Love how wet she can get.

And that’s exactly what I did. Took her close to me and kissed her slow and deep, our bellies pressed together, her breasts pillowed against my chest. Those big hazel eyes opened when we finished our hellos, framed by tight red curls down to Kristina’s mid-back. She was just finishing up making dinner for us. I sat in the kitchen chatting while she stirred a pot on the stove. Small talk and sex education talk. Fast forwarding, she asked me when things were all done if I was hungry. I got down on my knees in front of her. Kristina was sitting in the opposite chair from the one I just left and let me open her legs.

“I’m going to give you head…”

We met at a professional suite. Kristina’s height, tiny waist, and magnificent round hips was the first thing I noticed from the short distance we stood from each other. She was almost as tall as me. We drew closer, introduced by a mutual friend, and shook hands. Her big pretty eyes were framed by down-to-her-midback, curly bush of red hair. Then there was her full bustline—oh my. Kristina’s voice was alto-pitched and self-assured. Which turns me on just as much, but in a different way from soprano-toned women. Our friend gave me her email address when I expressed my interest. We emailed, and Kristina said she was happy I’d acted on my instinct of our shared attraction.