Happy Birthday Sexuelle, and au revoir for two weeks

It is, give or take a few days, one full year since I started this blog bringing you streams of sexy encounters,




erotic stories




sensuous sirens




priapic men,





and of course lots of naughty young misses who need to have their pretty bare bottoms soundly spanked.








And I have to say what a year. I’ve moved on from complete obscurity to having a small stream of regular followers (thank you all),and even being voted Blog of the Month, something which even now I can scarcely believe

When I stared Sexuelle I’d not long had Educating Anna published, and I decided that I had to prove to myself that it wasn't a fluke so I put to one side the serious book I had been working on and wrote another erotic novel, The Chair, only to have it rejected. It was too quirky and did not fit the publisher's criteria .What to do? Re engineer it, or do another one entirely . Being quite a determined girl, and never underestimate that, I started again with something entirely different and produced Sins of the Flesh which as you know is now out there in the market place.

And of course in the same year, that great despot, Life, was still going on. I lost one of my beloved cats causing days of shed tears, I've acquired a dog, playful and affectionate but like all dogs very demanding of one's time, and I’ve continued to develop my wonderful overgrown and romantic garden. (Forget neat borders and think of rambling roses dripping out of trees, arbours of honeysuckle and pieces of ancient sculpture just visible through gaps in the greenery.)

And in my quiet but very focused way I’ve continued to work on the serious novel which is now all but ready to be submitted. And here, as they say in politics, the devil is in the detail. I have to get it right; cannot risk overlooking a clumsy sentence or discordant paragraph, and that's very time consuming. There are only so many hours in a day and something has to go, so I have decided to put Sexuelle to one side for a couple of weeks while I gave the book the attention it needs. Once I have that sorted I can get back to all you wicked men and naughty girls and try and find new and interesting ways to lubricate your imaginations .

Vargas

Way back in the forties and the fifties, Alberto Vargas produced illustrations for Esquire and Play boy magazines, illustrations of women so lush and sexual I don’t think anyone since has been able to improve on them. It only takes one glance to guess that he probably spent much of his working day quivering with arousal by his creations, each one designed to provoke and excite the reader, and no doubt himself, just that bit more than the previous one.




I did a more in depth posting on him last year, either June or July, “In need of a good spanking,” and it’s worth going back and reading it.




I did a more in depth posting on him last year, either June or July, “In need of a good spanking,” and it’s worth going back and reading it.

If that’s too much of an effort, here’s a few of his illustrations given a little edge by my captions.

Men only! A little treat from Elizabeth.

As I so often make reference to, I am a romantic at heart, love subtle seductions and sensuousness, the feel of someone's breath against my eyelashes and the first brush of lips against the tips of my ears.




Much of the time the time when I'm writing for the blog I try and reflect that, but sex like food comes in different forms, and even if ones favourite dish is smoked salmon, that doesn't mean that from time to time one does not feel like a hearty goulash


I also have to allow for the fact that there is a split in my readership between men and women, in what ratio I will never know, and that of course even here there will be those who want erotic poetry and those whose needs are more basic and feral.


Given that, let me for once go for the erotic jugular and give you men what I suspect you all really want , images of young girls being given the classic OTK spanking you love to think they need,


girls spanked with their knickers up,


girls spanked with their knickers down,



and girls who might never get to see their knickers again.




Naked girls,




fully dressed girls,

girls who love a good smacked bottom ,




and those who really are not sure about it.




Just this one time consider that I am a pleasuring hand, reaching out to stroke your straining imaginations and to take them to wherever you like them to go.





But be warned, I may well never do this again and for all you know my next post might be about knitting patterns.

Fantasising

Dear me! What is the punishment for this little minx, sitting there fantasising about all sort of things erotic when she should be boning up on Robert Herrick and the other metaphysical poets?

A good spanking with her knickers down? Seems like a good idea, except that being punished that way is one of the very thoughts that has sent her off on her magic carpet ride, a ride to somewhere so sweet and wonderful she probably won’t want to come back for a good long while.


Is there any hope for her? Probably not. I rather suspect that a year or two out of university and she'll turn out just like me.

Lucky girl!

The ultimate insult!

Gentlemen, if your lady love falls asleep mid-spanking, then either your technique is seriously lacking something, or possibly it might just be time to review your whole relationship!

No!

Don't you dare pull my knickers down!

A repost from the past

I've just seen this posting from a while back, and I like it so much I'm giving it again. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.







I'm slightly in love with her, this lovely young thing with her lush sperm
ripened breasts and her fingers at her moist entrance as she takes her body to the sexual paradise which at the moment is just out of reach, a swirling dream not quite in focus.

Is she alone, or is her man bestriding her now, his member hard and ready to
bathe her in his emission, or is she alone and simply lost in the mists of her
imagination? Maybe only a short while ago she was across her boyfriend's knee as he pinked her bottom with punishment for some transgression, and now she's re-living the arousal of each stinging spank as he put her in her place.

Whatever is in her mind I can tell from her face that she's close to it now and
shortly she will be arching in her climax. How familiar this is to all of us,
the wonderful democracy of self pleasuring.

Expressly for Miss Pink

Having heard that Miss Pink enjoys playing cards, I had a little fantasy about it.




Please don't post any comments that will spoil my illusions!

Comparing

“Look, my boyfriend spanks much harder than yours!”


“No, look! My boyfriend spanks much harder than yours!”

Hopeing

“I hope she never realises I do this when I’m not with her!”



“I hope he never guesses I do this when I’m not with him!”

Naughty

Classic

There’s something very satisfying about this image. The girl fits very nicely over the mans knee, you can just feel enough of her struggle and resistance, and of course the combination of her suspenders and her panties pulling enticingly into the cleft of her pretty bottom shows both her legs and her derriere it their best.

It’s a little while since I gave one of my female lovers a gentle spanking. Seeing this image I know I’m going to have to do something about that very shortly!

Sex, summer days, and the pleasure of going without knickers.

When I saw this image I could almost hear this woman’s her mind working. She’s going on a romantic picnic with a gorgeous man and hoping it will be windy so he will suddenly get to realise that she’s naked and available under her skirt. Whether that results in his leaping on her that very instant, or spending the rest of the afternoon in a fever of arousal (much the best way in my experience) the end product, some wonderful steamy sex, is guaranteed.

I’ve some very clear memories of a few naughty summer days, both with knickers on and off. With one I was out for a hot afternoon with a lovely man, not actually my boyfriend but someone with whom fluids had been shared on a number of occasions with much mutual pleasure. When he picked me up I was a picture of innocence in a long summer dress in light cotton so I wasn’t sure why his eyes lit up so much when he looked at it. I soon found out. As I climbed in his wonderful car (A very sleek open TVR) he suggested that our day out would be given a wicked edge if I spent it without any knickers on, and in a moment I had agreed. I slipped them off and he put them in his pocket a gleam of pure lust lighting up his eye.

From that second onwards we were both massively conscious that under my shroud of pretty blue flowers I was knickerless and it got the two of us in a real state, constantly stopping to kiss and fondle against trees and walls and everywhere we could.






But what added an additional element to it was that for reasons I can’t now remember, we each had other things to go on to, so actually having sex wasn’t an option, and the mixture of want and denial left us both awash with arousal. Take my word for it however, the next time we met we made up for it in a big way.


Another recollection was in its own way the complete opposite. A summer day out with a lovely man, yes, but this time my cotton dress was as short as it gets. (Sorry to sound boastful I do have nice legs and summer is a time when a girl can show them off without looking like a tart which I always try and avoid.)



Of course with a dress like this I was wearing panties, skimpy little white
ones I remember, but regardless I did have something protecting my modesty.

We were going for a picnic somewhere, but on the way visited an ancient tower, tall and narrowly built with the only way to the top a very narrow spiral stone stairway Surprise surprise, he let me lead the way up with him following, and at every step all I could think was that his eyes had to be glued to what he could see up my little dress.



I was right, and the instant we got to the top it happened, both of us all too aware just how quick we would have to be. He bent me over the battlements where I looked down on the people below who had no idea of whet was happening up here, pulled the leg of my panties to one side and in the space of a minute or two had penetrated and gushed with a bellow he had to subdue so as not to give the game away.

I’m not suggesting that this was the most satisfactory sex I’ve ever had, but my God it was fun, and when the two of us emerged back at out through the narrow stone doorway at the bottom we were both glowing with a smug self satisfaction we couldn’t shake off for hours.

This wonderful May a weather is definitely a time to be out in the meadows and long grass indulging in the quickening of the blood that it always brings with it, almost as if we can hear Pan pipes urging us to frolic and misbehave.





Whether for you that means sex in the moonlight,



or something kinky in a secret spot in a wood, I hope you all enjoy it.

Elizabeth's schooldays

If it wasn’t for the maths, it would have been a perfect day.

Innocent

Teaching a lesson

“If –I – ever – catch - you – reading- Sexuelle –again- I – will –really……”

Hindsight

Maybe I should have stayed with George. He only spanked me!

After the spanking

Am I allowed to pull my knickers back up, Sir, or do you have other plans for me?

Give yourself a treat

OK! Do the following. Google “Sins of the Flesh, Elizabeth Forster” (I was doing this to see if it is now available from Amazon as a download; it is.) and go into “Images” making sure the safe mode is turned off.

What you will find, as I did, is a ton of libidinous images that I have posted on Sexuelle both recently and in the past, and that if you click on any of the ones that you don't recognise, i.e. likely to be from earlier postings when the blog was quite new, you will then be able to read see some of the postings that went with them.

Quelle horreur! They are vastly better than anything than I am giving you now and I'm ashamed. They are longer and more thoughtful and overwhelmingly more insightful than my current postings as well as being both more sensual and erotic. Where have I been going wrong since?

Thinking back to then I can possibly see why. Having just had my first erotic novel published I needed to start a blog to ensure that it was given some exposure and at the same time I was also starting to write my second erotic book to prove to myself that the first one was not a fluke. I made a policy decision to put aside the "Serious" novel I had been writing until then so I could devote sufficient time to these activities. It meant that not only did I have more time, but my every waking thought and word that went through my fevered imagination seemed to be connected with penetration and punishment and arousal. Thinking back I don't think I have ever been in such a permanently juicy state, and I'm not going to pretend that I'm complaining about it. I've little doubt that the men who happened to be on the fringes of my life then were not complaining either, but that, as they say, is another story.

Having got Sins of the Flesh published I determinedly went back to the serious novel which I'm pleased to say is at now at an advanced stage, but Oh God it has been so time consuming which has meant trying to fit the blog round it which has not been easy. I'm hoping that within a month I should have got to the point of submitting it to one or two agents and then I hope to go back to giving the blog the proper time and attention that is needed to make it really special.

You know you're in trouble when.......

You know you’re really in trouble if:-

He confiscates your knickers for the day so he can spank you whenever he feels like it:

It’s the first night of the honeymoon and he’s already spanked you twice;




The only game he wants to play these days is schools;




After giving you a really thorough spanking he says, "Now let’s really spank you!”



He gets his secretary to spank you when he doesn’t have the time himself;



It’s your birthday and he buys you a new cane;





He goes on spanking you, no matter how much you apologise;



He puts a cushion under your stomach to make you comfortable because, "You’re going to be in that position for a good long time.”




He makes you watch your bottom change colour;



He insists on your giving him ten good reasons why he’s got to spank you.

But be honest, none of these are as bad as when he ignors you!