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Welcome to Elust #66 –

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Small Breasts

Watching Her Cum

An Ode to Blow Jobs

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Of Skeletons and Secrets
Would you be bored?

 

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Lust Fish

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Erotic Fiction

Unbroken by Oleander Plume
A Meal And A Show
Fucking Snow
Getting Off Is So Much Fun
Wicked Wednesday – Merry Christmas
Advent Calendar 24

Erotic Non-Fiction

Christmas Drinks At The Y
Nothing But Mouth
The things he does
The First Submission
Canadian Mist, Eggnog, Ginger Ale and You.
A Peachy Night
Skeletons In My Closet
Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 28
a most pleasant fuck
Sex on Meth
Unwrapped

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Stat
Masturbation Fantasy’s Unintended Consequence
All Health Care Costs Are Not Created Equal
Keep Private Lives Private
The Myth of Magnum

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

My Subby Not-Quite-Year
He’s Got The Look
On femininity and rebellion
What Fifty Shades Doesn’t Tell You
Humiliation: hotness and hard-limits
Beginner’s Guide to Electro Sex – Essentials

Poetry

Because of the Way He Held Me
Cricket – A Lusty Limerick

Writing About Writing

7 Signs You’re An Erotica Writer
Why Do I Do What I Do

Blogging

Best & Worst of 2014 & New Years Resolutions

Events

Munches, The Club and Beyond (Part 1)

Thoughts and Advice on Sex and Relationships

He brought me bacon.
Menstruation. Does it weird you out?

 

About E[lust]

The Editor-in-Chief of Elust and better known to the rest of the world as Mollyxxx

Masturbation Fantasy’s Unintended Consequences…..

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Islamic State, masturbate, sex, sexual desire, terrorism

Silly me: Just trying to make the world a better place…

When I post a provocative or sexy image, I understand that some guys will use it for masturbatory purposes.  I’m not naive.  Indeed, it makes me happy to know that I’m making others happy.

Lots of orgasms should lead to love, world peace, and international understanding, right?

So imagine my dismay when I came across a New York Times story — http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/16/magazine/can-we-imagine-the-life-of-a-terrorist.html?smid=tw-share — exploring the making of a terrorist:

“Students in a radical religious school would grab images of women…and rush straight to the bathroom to masturbate.  Then, inevitably, they would [feel] they had sinned against God and could only redeem themselves by carrying out a ‘martyrdom operation’ as soon as possible.”

Is the road to other people’s hell paved with my own good intentions?

Rather than burn in hell, must I now burn my wardrobe?  Or better yet: Take all my skinnies, minis, and camis and stitch them into burqas!

The Surest Way to Avoid Street Harassment….Dress Slutty!

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eyefucking, fashion, feminism, flirting, Jane Austen, male gaze, sex, sex object, street harassment, street style

 

In not-so-slutty mode, I seem to invite the most unwanted attention.

Yes, dress like the slut that you really are, and the catcalling jerks will be silenced. Sounds counter-intuitive, right?

But trust me.  I know — not just because I’m a self-proclaimed slut but because I’ve done several controlled scientific experiments out on the street.  In my professional-career-girl look, I provoke far more lewd comments and aggressive behavior than when wearing something short and snug and oh-so-revealing.

Maybe it’s something about a navy blue pencil skirt and matching jacket, with demure white blouse, that awakens the primitive urge in some men to defile and conquer?  The more seemingly unattainable the sex object, the more desirable she becomes?  Or since she doesn’t even look like a sex object, the macho male’s job is to unleash the sexpot lurking beneath the virginal, ruffled blouse and opaque hosiery?

But when self-consciously clad in the wildest, sexiest, even sluttiest outfits, I find most men that I pass on the street fall suddenly, dumbly silent.  (This is not to say the eye-fucking doesn’t persist!)

Is this because men are intimidated by confident, assertive women, which is the required attitude to pull off the sluttiest of looks? You’re so slutty, you make them not only drool but also tongue-tied!

Maybe, as Jane Austen might have said, it’s a truth universally acknowledged that the guys with the loudest, biggest mouths have the tiniest, least effectual penises.  Here “tiniest” is a figure of speech only, for it is another truth universally acknowledged that size does not matter.  By tiny, I simply mean fearful and unsure of how to translate their offensive words into action.

Oh…and I almost forgot to say…it’s best to always pair your slutty look with fashionable dark glasses, so you can safely eyefuck back!

Attitude on the Autobahn

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auto, autobahn, feminism, flirting, hosiery, male gaze, miniskirt, pantyhose, sex

What the trucker saw….

It is a dark and stormy night, just beginning to drizzle. The wipers smudge the dirt on my windshield, and the defroster isn’t working. My field of vision is so blurred it’s scary. Huge headlights suddenly appear in the rear-view mirror, right on my tail.  Not used to an autobahn’s 100-kilometers-per-hour traffic flow, I’m no doubt going slower than I should.

Instinctively – though it is exactly the wrong thing to do – my foot touches the brakes. The tractor-trailer swerves to the left, then right, and begins to pass me. I’m so scared I’m mad: I switch my tiny VW’s overhead light so the trucker can see me flipping him an unladylike bird.

But now that I’m on my well-lighted stage, I don’t do that. Instead – I can’t tell you why – my hand that’s not on the steering wheel hikes up my skirt and runs its freshly manicured nails suggestively up the inside of my pantyhosed thighs. The trucker goes crazy, flashing his lights, honking his horn.

I respond, rubbing the hem of my silk-lined skirt sensuously against my hose. The skirt is pleated, beige, highlighting my smooth, black, luxurious legs. His lights blink faster; his horn, now in a seductive staccato. The rain’s dribble on the windshield turns to pre-cum, as my hand becomes his, lasciviously stroking the tightly woven fabric, black as the enveloping storm.

This flirtatious game goes on for kilometers. High up in his perch, he can see me, I can’t see him. The spotlight is on my legs, alone in the darkness, my hosiery and me. I slow down; he slows down; I speed up; he speeds up – always staying abreast of my window. He’s big, I’m small; he could squash me. He may have the horsepower, but I’m in charge. The power of pantyhose, whether sheer, silky, or textured. Yes, I think I’ll show him some more of my Wolford’s.

Bimbo’s Foreign Policy Primer

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fluffer, Freud, gay, Putin, repressed homosexuality, sex, sexual desire, T.S. Eliot, Ukraine

Birth, and copulation, and death.
That’s all the facts when you come to brass tacks:
Birth, and copulation, and death.

Forgetting the universal truth in T.S. Eliot’s well-known lines, our policymakers make things more complicated than they really are.  Much more complicated, especially when it comes to forumlating and executing U.S. foreign policy:

Balance-of-power Systemics…. National Character approach….  Transactional, Transnational Analysis….  Game Theory…. Ad infinitum…. Ad nauseum….

Take the Ukraine and what to do about Vladimir Putin, for example.  The shirtless macho man, with his anti-gay rhetoric, is a classic case study from Freudian psychology:

Like a fluffer backstage in a porn film, U.S. foreign policy wonks need to know what turns on their international adversaries, actors on the world stage.

The Quantification of Everything (Especially Sex!)

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Beyonce, branding, feminism, followers, leggings, male gaze, promiscuity, sex, stalkers

What! You don’t believe me — or Beyonce! –when we say we’re feminists?

What’s the difference between Followers and Stalkers?  And why do I crave one and not the other?  Why are catcalls on the street demeaning, yet “likes” on Facebook so uplifting?

Inquiring minds want to know.  So does my body.  The “likes” that trigger a brain’s endorphin rush also sometimes make me wet — a fact that in today’s society I’m not embarrassed to admit and share.

Does that make me promiscuous, always seeking confirmation in numbers?

That I have almost 10,000 followers on Facebook is something to brag about.  But what if I were to confess that I had been fucked by 10,000 different men? Not to mention innumerable women with dildos, plus the occasional animal (but none bigger than a horse!).

Would I be a sideshow freak?  Or a savvy brand marketer?