Elust #147 - Limited Edition

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Image courtesy of Vivienne Maricevic. Male Burlesk, Big Top Theater, NYC, 1982.

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The Needy Princess (#WBSW, #eroticfictiondeluxe)

(The 'Write Big Sexy Words' (#WBSW) challenge for March 2022 is to include as many of the following BSWs as possible in a post - bodacious, sapphic, opalescent, vessel, nectar, tryst, ravish, beckon, rend).

Princess Delilah strolled through the palace gardens, the summer warmth raising a sheen on her face and ample bosom. She was alone today, her sapphic maiden dresser had been called away to a family illness (so she said; it was in fact a secret tryst with her own true love).

Delilah settled on a grassy patch in the cool shade of an apple tree. She lifted her skirts and spread her legs where a shaft of sunlight warmed her loins. Her fingers danced across her womanhood, caressing and sliding through the moist folds. Her ardor was rising, after all it had been all of 3 hours since her maid had satisfied her after the matins. She needed relief again - she was a very needy princess.

She beckoned to her eunuch who was never far away, and directed him to bring her a vassal. She reached up and plucked a piece of the 'forbidden fruit' and as she bit into it, its juice tricked out of the corners of her mouth, down her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

Within a few minutes, he returned with a vassal on a leash, crawling along behind. She took the leash and drew the vassal to her. Her opalescent lips glistened in the sunlight, begging to be ravished. His hands grasped her bodacious bodice to rend it asunder and his tongue stretched out to lick the forbidden fruit juices. But she had very specific needs, so she pushed his head down between her legs. He knew his place and task well and proceeded to lick and slurp the nectar from her luscious womanly vessel.

(Origin unclear, appears on many web sites including Pinterest)

Once her quivering gasps subsided, she pushed him away. The eunuch took him back to his box, where he was able to relieve his own ache that had grown whilst he pleasured his mistress. With a spume of jissom, he flopped back on his bed. The eunuch looked on from a distance, jealous of the pleasure that he could never enjoy himself.

Erotic Fiction Deluxe Prompt 54 'Retro'

Is That All There Is? Back in My Day!

"Back in my day" there was no internet, no BLOGs, no word-processors, hell no personal computers. I learned to type by punching programs onto Hollerith cards. I had to write my thesis (300 pages) long-hand and send it off to be typed. I then wrote corrections in blue pencil and sent pages back for retyping. "Cut and Paste" was literally "Paper, Scissors, Clag"!

Unfortunately my teen sex life was similarly old fashioned DIY. Married life started 'not with a bang but a whimper' (yes, we were 25yo virgins in the Age of Aquarius, back in those days). 

One day in 1982, I had to fly across the country to Perth for work (a 2,700km flight), and took the opportunity for my first visit to a brothel. It was only one day's work and the flight home wasn't till midnight (the 'Red Eye'). Bored and horny, I went to a porn theatre after work. But that only made me feel worse. In the phone booth in the foyer I found several cards advertising sexual services. I selected a brothel in the general direction of the airport and hailed a taxi.

"The Brothel" by Vincent Van Gogh

It was a nondescript house in a suburban street. The interior was typical suburban 1970's nondescript. I remember I had my work briefcase with me, which the madam asked to search. In the room, ablutions consisted of a bowl of warm soapy water and a hand wash by the lady (no shower or spa bath like we find these days). The girl was nice enough, not that I remember much. I was as nervous as a kitten - I was only a couple months out of virginhood. The 'dom went on and the deed was over in under a minute - talk about premature ejaculation. I don't remember much else.

I do remember walking out thinking, "Is that all there is?". After all the stories of glitz and glamour and fabulous sexual adventures in brothels - is that all there is?

The $27 charge was low enough that I put the credit-card receipt through work as a dinner expense!

Well it was another 25 years of marital sex sliding from bad to sympathy to zero, before I took the plunge into brothel sex again, and finally my real sex education began. But that's another story, or rather BLOG of stories.

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