A Curious Muse

Sunday, 17 March 2013

e[Lust] 44

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Everyday D/s
Honesty sometimes feels like manipulation
Blood, life, sex
~ Featured Posts (Molly’s Picks) ~
Grief and Sex
Bringing Others into a Dom/Sub Relationship
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Thursday, 7 March 2013

One plus one plus life.

A story for Wicked Wednesday. The prompt ?+?=?.

As ever click the badge to find others who are truly wicked.

He walked briskly from the office building to his car then patted his suit jacket in a moment of agitation thinking he might have left his car keys in his coat. Finally finding them he activated the central locking then paused a moment staring down at the boot. Bending down he released the catch. Not allowing the boot door to lift on its hinges he held it low and bent down further to reach in, one hand patting blindly knowing what he was looking for had been left there the night before. Ignoring the warmth of a leg, an arm, a tangle of hair, he lifted the door slightly higher to glance in. Not meeting the eyes of the woman watching him he saw his briefcase, grabbed it and swiftly straightened himself, slamming the boot shut. Stepping back and taking a deep breath he looked around him. No-one about. His hand was wet. Not letting his mind consider the implications of that wetness, he wiped his hand across his trousers as he walked slowly back to the office gathering his composure as he prepared himself to continue with the meeting.
......

She lay in the darkness. The tape across her lips had begun to itch, sucking moisture from her skin and her mouth as each attempt to swallow pulled the adhesive tighter across her face. Her saliva had dried up making her tongue feel swollen and she tried to steady her breathing to suppress the cough that threatened to constrict her throat. Her hair had snagged on something. The slightest movement caused it to pull painfully. Her arms tied behind her had gone numb. She tried rolling her body occasionally in an attempt to allow the blood to flow but the pins and needles were so painful she had simply let the numbness take over. She tried to flex her legs but they ached with the pain of being tied and bent awkwardly into this small space.

She had needed to pee almost immediately the car had parked. Sods law. In the absence of opportunity the need had quickly become unbearable. She had hung onto her pee, clenching her pelvic floor, trying to distract her mind until, tears pricking in her eyes at the horror of it, she felt the hot burning against her skin as liquid seeped out. She had released her muscles then, giving in to the flow. Such a volume of piss it was too. She felt the blanket around her dampen as the pee seeped along her back, under her ribs, soaking her stomach, causing her to squirm with the discomfort. With time the liquid turned ice cold and she began to shiver, the chaffing of the damp woollen fabric against her body increasing her discomfort to an unbearable level. The acrid smell of her own piss filled her every breath.

When she had heard the central locking release her relief had been immense. She was past caring what happened next, she only wanted to know something would happen. That this lonely darkness of waiting and wondering would change to something, anything else. The rush of cold had hit her like a wall, the light had stung her eyes as she tried to lift herself to breathe the freshness of new air. But then the hand had pushed her back down, had patted dispassionately across her aching, sodden limbs. No stroking, no sense that she might be feeling those brief touches, no connection to let her know that he acknowledged her at all. The hand had simply touched across her like inanimate luggage and then yanked out the briefcase wedged in beside her head. She had screamed against her gag as it was pulled away taking with it long strands of her hair in which the catch had tangled. And then the boot had slammed closed as brutally as a slap across her face.

The shock of this interlude had stopped her tears before they could form. He had not even met her eyes. He hadn't offered her anything; no human contact, no explanation, no sense of what would happen next, he had not even acknowledged that she was there. In her isolation, pain beginning to spread to every muscle in her back and neck, she felt anger rise and in spite of herself she began to kick out, forcing her limbs against the edges of the space to vent the frustration and confusion she was feeling. She had hurt herself, her restraints and the numbness in her limbs had meant that her whole body had moved in an uncoordinated way and she had hit her head hard against the metal structure around her. She felt the heat of blood drip across her eye and in that moment she felt a deep well of hatred in her. She hated him for what he was doing, for what he had reduced her to, and finally, giving in, she had cried. The tears ran down the sides of her head and into her ears, the wet seeping into her hair and causing more discomfort and she needed a tissue to blow her nose to be able to breathe more easily. She tried vainly to wipe her nose against her shoulder but her neck was so stiff and painful now that she could barely reach. The snot tickled and she wriggled her face causing the tape on her lips to snag and pinch and her eye to smart with pain as blood dried across the gash there. Aching with the effort of trying to endure her situation, her head dropped to the floor of the car boot, her muscles sagged and she stared into the darkness, entirely exhausted by resistance. Her breathing became shallow. Slowly with each breath in and out she folded into herself and her thoughts took her away to dark corners in her mind

......

In the beginning.

She had teased him continuously, encouraging him to push their boundaries. They enjoyed role-playing but always this had been within the confines and safety of their own home. They were private people. This side of their relationship was certainly not something they would share with anyone, they simply enjoyed the pleasure of exploration and taking on roles meant that they could step out of themselves and really leave behind any baggage of their every day lives to see where they could reach together.

The idea of the kidnap scenario had challenged them both. They planned everything so carefully. For weeks they wrote notes to each other and talked about how they wanted it to be. Every delicious detail. How he would take her by surprise one morning, tie her and gag her and carry her down to the garage and throw her into the car boot. How he would drive to a secluded area they knew and lift her from the car, throw her over his shoulder and then take her deep into the woods and fuck her any way he pleased as she was powerless to resist. A fairly straightforward fantasy really. But as they began to make their fantasy real and consider everything that might go wrong, the complexities of what they had planned became a part of the thrill. Knowing this was actually going to happen turned them on with an intensity they hadn't experienced before. Risk. A heady drug. So from the purely practical logistics of how to carry her into the garage given the amount of crap that was stored in there (the perfect excuse for a garage clear out) to the need to inform her office that she wouldn't be in work that day and the need to pack a kit bag of clothes and food and drink, they covered every detail; practical and logistical. The pleasure of the planning was as much as part of the experience as the event itself. There was much laughter, much anticipation. They had it all worked out.

The 'phone call.

He had woken her early, throwing off the quilt and straddling her and quickly silencing her complaints with tape across her mouth. Rolling her onto her front he had caught a flash of genuine fear in her eyes as her mind struggled to wake from sleep and take in what was happening. He was surprised at how fucking sexy that had been. How powerful he felt, how hard it made him to know that for her, for an instant, the fantasy was real. He bound her arms behind her back and in a moment of inspired improvisation, he spread her legs and fucked her fast and hard letting her know with his words exactly how often this was going to happen, how he would use her for as long and as much and in what ways he pleased. Turning her over he saw spirited anger in her face. He had already stepped outside the boundaries of what they had agreed would happen. Already she was in her role. He wrapped her in a blanket and picking up her small frame he carried her through the house as she struggled pointlessly against him. Once she was in the car boot he returned briefly to the house to lock up and stupidly, in a moment of total distraction, he had answered the 'phone call.

The company he worked for employed him to trouble shoot. Trouble on this scale was rare and there was no possibility of delegation without an hour or two of planning meetings. He placed the receiver back in the dock and looked at his watch. She had been in the boot for 10 minutes already. He tried to imagine how she would be feeling. She would surely be knocked off balance by the change to their plan. He thought for a moment about opening the boot and calling the whole thing off. He knew that would be disappointing but they could try again some other day. But it would never be the same, he knew the second time he woke her that way would always be a pale imitation. He thought long and hard about what his next move might be. The game had started. He didn't want it to end. He wanted to push her to a place where reality and role play would blur, to see that in her eyes again. He wanted her to know how far she could reach into her role and still find herself there.

Driving into work he didn't know how long this game would take to play out. The shift had been subtle but significant. Already he was so far into his role that owning her freedom. denying her choice, was the only thing in his mind. And he found the thrill of that beyond any he had ever known.

Thursday, 28 February 2013

One Year On. A giveaway!

One year ago today I created A Curious Muse. I had no idea why, or what I would do here. I arrived barely wanting to utter a word of the things that go through my mind. And then I received a challenge. The stories have been coming... ever since.

Those of you who have followed me along the way will know that there have been sad times and so will understand why today is a bittersweet memory for me. But now I am preparing to move my writings and drawings to a more permanent home. Much to think about, much to do, all of it positive.

I have met such lovely people both through this writing space and through Twitter and more recently Tumblr. I have attended events organised by the gorgeous Annie Player, founder of Eroticmeet and tomorrow I am travelling to London to attend Eroticon 2013 where I shall meet more of my lovely secret friends. I have felt thoroughly accepted and welcomed in this diverse and open minded community.

So before I go and pack my suitcase, I wanted to mark the anniversary of the creation of Muse. I have been so fortunate to have a sponsor who is funding my visit to Eroticon and they have also provided me with a wonderful gift to offer as a prize to one of you. I love blog giveaways and have been pondering how to choose a winner.

I eventually settled upon my very first post. I was clear when I arrived here that I would not be writing a personal diary of my sex life. I do not consider this to be a 'sex blog'. It is simply a place for thoughts and stories. I don't doubt some of my stories might be considered explicit but I hope there is always a part of the story that continues in your mind; That erotic place where you take my words and make them your own.

THE GIVEAWAY

The prize has been kindly provided by the Canadian company Swan Vibes. I have one award winning Silver Swan Vibe, beautifully wrapped up in its sumptuous packaging and waiting to be sent to the winner. Don't worry, if you don't win, these luxurious items are on sale in the UK through Anne Summers, Simply Pleasure or Pulse and Cocktails. Yes, they asked me to tell you. That, and a product review are the only things they have asked of me. So I do, of course, also have a Silver Vibe of my own now, shown above out of it's yummy packaging. I shall be posting the review later in March, when I work out just how to do so!

So to enter the giveaway I would like you to read that first post I wrote, then comment on this post, as briefly or as expansively as you wish, describing something you consider to be erotic that does not directly reference sex. It may be related to food, an artistic pursuit, perhaps music or painting, a place, a scent, or a simple sensation. Anything that you find erotic, so long as it is not an overtly sexual act.

I won't be picking the winners alone. Molly Moore and Marie Rebelle, the two women whose blogs I most admire and who have encouraged and supported me through this year of discovery, have kindly offered to read your comments and help me to choose a winner.

I am going to leave the comments open until March the 14th and will announce the winner soon after that. I regret the prize can only be posted to the UK and Europe. But even if you can't win I'd love to hear what you have to say. If you would like to join in but prefer not to tell me where to send the prize just say that in your comment. That's OK too.

Thank you to all of you who have so kindly read or commented on my words over the last twelve months. It has been my pleasure. Distinctly so. Muse. xx

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL TAKING PART AND I LOVED READING YOUR THOUGHTS. AFTER A TO AND FRO AND A TIE AT THE TOP MASTER T KINDLY CAST THE DECIDING VOTE.

THE WINNER IS... DIRTY ROMANTIC.

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

The boundary.

A tiny story for Wicked Wednesday. This week's prompt is simply 'writhe'. As ever click on the badge to see who else is being wicked. Muse. x

He watched her closely. maintaining eye contact, holding her in his gaze, letting her know he would keep her safe. He saw every flicker of conflict pass across her eyes, the tension in her lips, the slightest furrow in her brow. He knew how uncertain she was. He saw her thoughts spinning around this boundary that was being crossed. He knew she needed to trust him completely, he knew he was her anchor at this point and that every nuance in his body and his expression needed to reassure her. He was acutely aware of the impact he was having upon her.

He breathed deeply, calming his own excitement at what was unfolding. He had longed to challenge her in this way, to show her a pleasure he knew she too had longed for somewhere in her deepest desires. As he allowed a gentle smile to enter his eyes he saw her relax, watched her lips part, her breathing deepen. He knew she would be ok. He knew she could do this.

A thrill ran through his body as he saw the familiar blush begin to creep across her neck, down across her chest. He watched as she closed her eyes and moaned quietly. He watched as her body began rise and give in to pleasure as she became lost in the moment she was experiencing. Seeing her hips begin to writhe and her head fall back he knew she was ready.

He raised himself from the chair where he had been observing them, and as the man he had chosen for her pushed his cock deep into her cunt, he walked over to the bed and slid his cock into her open mouth and slowly, deliberately, he began to fuck her throat.

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Eroticon 2013 Meet and Greet

This was not a post I was expecting to be writing a few short weeks ago. Then out of the blue, all of a sudden, I received an email and suddenly I am being sponsored to attend the writing conference so many of my writing friends are talking about. I am so grateful to Ruby and Suzanne for their support in this. And, of course, to my sponsors Swan Vibes who have also provided a rather wonderful gift for me to giveaway for my blog anniversary later this week! So, much more about their luxurious products to come. And for now, my immense gratitude to them for getting me to Eroticon2013.

So here, briefly, in my way, is my Eroticon 2013 meet and greet.

Name: Muse

Twitter id: @curiousmuse1

Must attend Eroticon 2013 session: So many to choose from but from a purely practical point of view I'm interested in Cressida Downing's session on editing. I have yet to submit my work to any publisher and think it unlikely that I shall for some time. But I guess I'd like to know what I'm letting myself in for if I ever do.

Bloggers you’d like to be trapped in the lift with: I'd really prefer to avoid being trapped in a lift.

Erotic writer you’d like to write dramatize your life story: I have a dislike for narrow definitions of 'erotic writers'. So my choices may not be immediately obvious ones but I would happily sit and point to passages of erotic writing that surpass the abilities of many so called 'sex writers'. My blog, my rules. Suck it up. For her bawdy, irreverent wit; Molly Keane. For her sharp, even-handed observations of human relationships, Mary Wesley. And if I could add Roddy Doyle for his pragmatism. That would be my perfect trio. Although actually I might also want to involve Emily Dickinson, just for the beautiful breath-like shadows she casts. (Did you really think I could choose only one?)

Expected biggest fangirl / fanboy moment: I have been fortunate to already meet a number of the writers I admire through EroticMeet events. But I am immensely pleased that I shall finally have the chance to meet Marie Rebelle and thank her in person for the supportive friendship and creative encouragement she has shown to me over the last year.

What keeps you awake at nights? An inability to sleep.

Click to find out about the speakers and other delegates at this years event.

Eroticon 2013 Meet and Greet

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Inspiring Blogger Award

I am long overdue in a number of posts but this one is unforgivable. At the beginning of February a blogger I greatly admire kindly nominated me for this lovely award and I am only now responding. So, to Marie Rebelle a huge thank you and my apologies for being so slow to respond! I was also nominated by Rachel Kincaid and am equally grateful for her nomination and to both for their kind words.
The award comes with a number of "rules" for sharing which are:
1) To display the badge you see above.
2) To link back to the person(s) who nominated me. Again, see above.
3) State 7 things about myself.
4) Nominate 15 other bloggers and notify them of the award.

Well, quite a task list! Numbers one and two are already covered. As to number 3, well, I don't really like talking about myself, so consider that covered beyond what you might learn from this blog. Which leaves the most important part; the blogs I admire; the people who inspire me in my writing. I am going to mess with that one as well and ignore the number. I struggle to find time to truly read many blogs regularly. So I have decided to list those I make a point of reading whenever I have a moment of space for myself. I have followed almost all of them since I first arrived here as Muse. And to those I have nominated; there is no obligation to post the award, please simply accept my compliments on your wonderful blogs.
So, here they are; beautiful words, often coupled with stunning images. Each a feast and in no particular order:

Rebel's Notes
@RebelsNotes
How could I not return the award?! Marie's candid writing is a window into the world of a woman who is open about her pleasures and her pain. Her dedication in building the WickedWednesday community of writers has been an encouragement and an inspiration to myself and I don't doubt many others. I have corresponded with Marie for almost a year now. In a little over a week we shall finally have the chance to meet. At last!

The Dirty Romantic
@youmakemeneed
A true story teller exploring thoughts and sensuality. I can lose myself in this man's words. A beautiful space to go and unwind in his caresses. (DR is currently developing a Wordpress site. As soon as it's live I'll update this link).

Carnalis
@carnalis
I love this blog for it's brevity. Sometimes a post might be only a few lines, yet it will make me laugh, think, pause. This is a woman who understands that erotic does not have to be overtly sexual, that sensual exploration is just that, no limits. Her descriptions of food are as delicious as her descriptions of sex.

Molly's Daily Kiss
@mollysdailykiss
I have spoken before about my admiration for Molly and her writing. Always challenging. Always thought provoking. Her site is so much more than a personal blog. Her Sinful Sunday, Pussy Pride and Anonymous projects bring together communities of people who are both supportive, encouraging and welcoming. Much like Molly herself.

Domme Chronicles
@Ferns__
Another woman I admire enormously for her candid and forthright writing. Her sense of humour, zero tolerance of fools and often enlightening posts about kinks beyond my understanding are a joy to read. Being in Australia she is also often the only person in my timeline keeping me amused in the wee small hours when the rest of you have gone to sleep!

My Dissolute Life
@nlikes
Oddly this is a blog which is often not to my taste. Sometimes it makes me angry, sometimes it leaves me cold, often I don't understand. It is also difficult to navigate, frustratingly so. But every so often this man delivers a piece of erotica or an insight which blows me away. And for this I keep reading and I question my own reactions. I wait for those blown away moments and they are always worth the wait.

Quickies in New York
@guynewyork
I discovered this writer long ago in audio before the written word. I have been hooked ever since.
'A Letter' on Sonic Erotica
There is something about hearing a story. I love to be read to. It has not happened in many, many years. So discovering this writer's voice has added a whole level to my experience of his writing. And I love these stories. There is no excess of words. I am immediately drawn in and then involved. For me a short story should be just that, short. It should involve, express, emote and challenge. I want to experience it all in as few words as possible. I find that here.

Dom Conlon and also here; Inkology.
@headfirst_dom
I love the way that Dom moulds words. I love the depth and the emotion and the sparseness which is sometimes almost like Haiku in the way that he pares down what he has to say to the absolute minimum. I admire that enormously. He is also self-effacing and modest to a fault. I shall beat him up over that if we ever meet! One of my favourite pieces by Dom, has been recorded by different voices which is fascinating to hear; the differences in rhythm and interpretation of one story. And one of the readings is my own.

Easily Aroused
@EasilyAroused
A writer who is able to set a scene, a sense of place, of scent, of sound; to create a whole space in which a story can come alive. A place to be lost in the moment which, for me at least, is essential to any sensual experience.

Fridayam and FridayamErotica
@Fridayam1
There are two blogs, each as sensual as the other although only one explores the overtly sexual. Steve writes with acute observation, a sparcity of words and often a great deal of wit that can only come from a lifetime of people watching. His writing is erudite and insightful. I recommend you browse. I hope you find smiles there too.

Call Me Balthazar
@callmebalthazar
For those of you with a visual preference this site is a feast. I can gaze on the pictures here and lose hours. The way he sees, the way he captures intimacy is simply breath-taking. And a quirky character too. Request a letter if you dare.

So, those are my regular inspirations. There are many more I visit. I dip in and out. But these are the ones I return to hoping to never miss a post.

There is one other I would love to have added to my list. I have a copy of all the words which I revisit from time to time. Sadly the blog no longer exists. I miss both the blog and the writer a great deal. He was my inspiration for ever arriving here in the first place and he encouraged me to share my words. I shall always be grateful.

Muse. x

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Sinful Sunday - Purple Haze.

“Love rules without sword and binds without cord.”

Puritan proverb.

Quote me a Valentine for Sinful Sunday.

As ever click on the badge to see who else is being Sinful today.

It's all about the image.

Sunday, 17 March 2013

e[Lust] 44

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Erotic Fiction

Erotic Non Fiction

Blogging

Eroticon

Poetry