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Eyes Closed Shut #wickedwednesday

Last week at Wicked Wednesday I included an excerpt from one of my Diaries entries from my still-to-be-completed E-book, “More Adventures”, from two years or so ago. That was “Part One” of a wonderfully fun, and adventurous evening, which I thought it only fair (after several special requests) to complete at this week’s edition with “Part Two”.

So . . . continued from last week . . .  

As the men followed us into the room I could tell they were both obviously aroused by the fact that D was gently pushing me back onto the bed . . .

I have kissed another woman before . . . playing at the club. But this was something different, completely different.

Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue hard yet gentle, in a way that I just couldn’t compare with the kisses I would normally receive from Hubby, or one of my lovers. Not really physically different, I suppose, but different in sensation and emotion. The taste seemed somehow sweeter, warmer, softer. I felt her hands squeezing gently over my nipples again, and then felt her pulling my hand down to her pussy. “I don’t really know what to do” I told her. “Play with me as though you are playing with yourself” she whispered into my ear. Her warm breath tickled my senses, and her words made me tingle and arch my back as her own fingers ran a trail down over my tummy, sliding in between my lips and instantly finding my button. Her lips slid away from my kisses and ran down in little pecks over my neck, down over my breasts, kissing at them each, gently on top, and to the sides, and then, pausing above me for a moment, sucking suddenly down onto my right nipple. Sucking and pinching, and stretching it away from my chest with her lips, before releasing it with a wonderful nip of her teeth, before performing the same task on my left nipple.

I had had my eyes closed tightly shut for several minutes, but could now sense her lifting away . . . and then felt her fingers being replaced with larger and thicker hands. I opened my eyes again to see M leaning over me, spreading my legs wider for a moment before running his fingers up my inner thigh and finding the exact spot that just a moment before was being caressed by his wife.

I lay back, groaning again but heard Hubby’s voice saying something unclear and unintelligible to D. I opened my eyes once more and gasped as I saw D kneeling back onto the bed with a large, very large, dildo in her hands. “Have you ever fucked another woman?” she asked. I suddenly knew that these were the words I had just heard her asking Hubby. “Oh my god” I said. Half giggling, half tingling, as I watched her kneeling between my legs and sliding one end of the long pink shape into herself. “I don’t know, I don’t think I could” I stammered. But a moment later I heard myself gasping louder as M’s fingers slid over me to hold me open and D pushed herself forward. “Ohh, ohh” I knew I was gurgling. I felt her sliding forward into me, the softness of her leg rubbing over mine, and then gasping loudly again as, with a little help from M, she lifted my other leg over the top of hers. She started pushing and groaning and gasping louder with every stroke. I pushed myself back against her and groaned again as M’s fingers twirled between us as I felt us slapping together, each with half of her dildo engulfed within us.

Pushing against her I could feel her pussy, and legs, and bottom slapping against mine and feel the thickness of the silicon pushing into me, then relaxing again, then pushing back. And M’s fingers working over me, working over the both of us, was making my groans more breathless, and louder and louder. I opened my eyes again to see Hubby standing next to the bed to my right. His cock was standing vertical against his tummy, and kneeling next to me on the bed to my left, M’s cock was swaying back and forth and tapping against my shoulder. I reached out to grasp Hubby’s cock and pull him onto the bed next to me. He eagerly obliged by kneeling right over me and guiding his cock towards my mouth. I sucked him up and down, cupping his balls in right hand whilst reaching out and stroking M up and down his shaft with my left. I felt him turning and shuffling his own knees up the bed closer towards me. I pulled away from Hubby’s cock, loving the plopping sound as his hardness slipped out of my mouth, and turned to my left to immediately guide M’s cock between my lips.

I could hear D groaning as she pushed and I thrust back against her, feeling the thickness and hardness of the dildo straining inside me. And, directly above me, both men were now grunting and groaning as I sucked and swung my mouth back from my left to my right and then back again. Sucking to the left whilst stroking with my hand to the right, and then turning to suck from the right and stroke to my left. My own muffled gasps were getting louder as M was still leaning forward stretching his hands down over my tummy to twist and twirl his fingers over both of our thrusting pussies. Hubby was squeezing and pinching at my nipples and I managed to gasp out “harder, pinch them harder” as I swivelled my mouth from left to right.

I heard D gasping out that she was going to come and felt her shuddering against me with convulsions as her legs squeezed together against mine. She suddenly pulled away and I felt the thickness slide out of me, making me cry out with my own orgasm as M’s fingers slid deliciously inside me for a moment before my own twists and shudders pushed them away.

I heard Hubby’s voice gasping out above me and then felt sudden warm splashes splatter across my breasts and stomach. I opened my eyes as M pulled his cock from my mouth and clasped both his hands around himself as he cried out as well. I saw the first burst of white from the eye of his knob as it shot past my forehead, and then felt the rest spurting onto my cheek and chin and then dribbling down onto my neck.

“I’m so sorry” he gasped, “I couldn’t stop it. I’ll get tissues” he continued as he swivelled off the side of the bed and stood up next to us. His cock was still erect and looked lovely bobbling around, still dripping, as he leant forward to pull some tissues from a drawer at the side of the bed. “You should apologise, you’re such a messy bugger” D said as she sat up at the other end of the bed.

I lifted myself up as well, “No, no, it was lovely. You don’t have to apologise” I told him as I accepted his handful of tissues. Hubby was sitting up on the other side of me, and accepted more tissues from M, so that he could wipe up his own “mess” from my tummy.

D lay down beside me reaching over to pull me closer against her, kissing me first on the cheek and saying “you are just beautiful”, before kissing me full on the lips again, just as she had earlier. “Thank you” I replied. “You are both beautiful too.” She sat up on one elbow and said “Have you ever done that before? Did you enjoy?”

I giggled “No, and Yes” as my reply. “I feel very greedy, it’s all been about me” I said. M sat back down on the bed and said “Well it’s still early yet . . . !”

As I say, there are more of my Diary entries still waiting for me to find the spare-time to finish, and publish, “More Adventures” . . . but finding that time is so difficult! . . . after all, my “spare-time” is my “fun-time”!!!

And just in case you prefer pictures instead of words, I thought I would include another occasion when I was blinded by the light . . . this time the light from the flash of Hubby’s camera as I stood on my favourite Grecian Steps around this time last year.

For more blindingly hot stories, you simply must visit this week’s Wicked Wednesday from lapping at the button below!

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The Modesty Ablaze Diaries #wickedwednesday

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I would never claim to be an erotic writer . . . at least not in the sense of my favourite ladies in that genre . . . Kay Jaybee, KD Grace, Fdotleonora etc etc.

But it was publishing some of my scribbled diaries into Ebook format that actually prompted me to start my first pages here at modestyablaze.com back in January 2012.

I had, of course, intended to keep updating some of the hundreds and hundreds of old diary entries I’d kept over the past 30 years or so, into more editions of the “Modesty Ablaze Diaries” series. But, life just seemed to get busier and busier . . . and even more fun!!! . . . and despite my best-intentions, new editions still remain in my, ever-growing, “to do” folder.

But I do still often receive requests for “more-please” . . . (books I mean silly!!!) . . . so I thought I may, from time-to-time, include little-extracts here . . .

The following is from over a decade ago . . . but reading it again did bring back some lovely tingles.


Half-Term Break . . . with S

It’s been half-term school holidays here and S called on Tuesday morning to say his wife and children would be away for two nights. He asked if I’d like to “pop-down for pasta and wine”. I replied that I’d love to visit him the next evening. I agreed with James that I’d go straight to S’s from the office rather than have to come home first . . .

I’d texted S that I was on my way shortly after six and he asked me to text him again when I got to the Station and he’d pick me up, but I told him I’d feel more comfortable just getting the bus to our home stop as usual and then just walking round the corner.

He met me at the door dressed in just his robe, explaining he’d just showered and would run me a bath if I wished. I said I’d love just being able to soak after a horrible day at work, without having to worry about walking round my own kitchen picking up dirty mugs and plates and glasses left out by the kids and then having to prepare an evening meal. I followed him upstairs to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath and chatted for a few minutes whilst he started the water and bath oil. As he left me to return to the kitchen for the wine, I undressed and slid in with the taps still running.

We chatted more on his return and I just enjoyed lying back, sipping wine, as we exchanged our news since we’d last seen each other two weeks ago. I lounged for 20 minutes or so before telling him I was ready to get out, and he found me some clean towels. One to dry, one to wrap.

S had laid out the table with candles, bread and dips . . . and of course, more wine! He’s cooked for us before, but it’s always nice to be waited-on, and spoilt, and just being able to sit down at the table just as though we were at a restaurant (except of course for our attire).

I’d wrapped myself quite tightly in the towel and pushed the corner of it down in the front of my breasts to hold it in place. I could see him keep glancing at them as the towelling worked a little lower as we ate and talked. “It’s not going to fall-off you know”, I giggled at him. “Couldn’t I unwrap it then?” he asked, “I’ve always wanted to eat in a topless restaurant”. I laughed and said “Go on then”. He reached over and pulled it loose. The towel unwrapped and fell away as I continued with my pasta, pretending to be nonchalant as though nothing had happened. I just jiggled a little as I lifted the fork up to my mouth and, suggestively, guided the pasta inside. I was trying not to giggle as he gasped out “Fantastic, your tits are always fantastic. I think about them all the time”.

We continued with our meal . . . and although I was momentarily enjoying myself, exaggerating my movements reaching across for bread, or sipping on my wine . . . and could feel that my nipples were quite hard and loving the way he was looking at them . . . we were soon chatting again quite normally.

Once we’d finished, S got up to top-up our glasses and then said that he had some DVDs that we could watch in the living-room. He offered his hand and I just stood up . . . letting the towel fall away from me and walked with him naked to the sofa. I sat back as he said that he’d finally worked-up the courage to order some movies after our session in “your front room last summer”.

As he walked back towards the sofa with the remote controls, I stretched my legs out and told him he wasn’t sitting down next to me until he’d taken off his robe and “dared to bare”. He laughed and pulled it off and I curled back my legs so that he could sit down next to me.

We sipped at our wine and cuddled into one another as he explained the lengths he’d had to go to to hide the DVDs away from the rest of the family. He went quiet for awhile as we watched, but as I know how much James enjoys me commenting on things when we are watching them at home, I started making the sort of remarks I would as if I had been with Hubby. And, as I do actually find them quite arousing, it wasn’t hard for me to start saying “lovely body”, or “do you like her boobies” or “oh god, I could never take that!”. I started gently stroking him whilst we watched. Just barely touching him at first, just brushing my fingers across him, then a little more deliberately along the top of his willy. Then as I felt him growing harder, I slid my fingers around him completely. He shifted a little and turned to squeeze me and kiss me. I returned his kisses for a few moments, sliding my hand up and down on him now, before pushing him back and telling him “you watch the movie for a little while longer”.

I then dropped down onto the floor, kneeling in front of him, still stroking his erection and leaning forward to flick my tongue across the head of his cock. I had my back to the screen, but could hear the groans and moans from the movie, and hear his own gasps as I started sliding my mouth up and down on him. As I pumped slowly up and down with my mouth, I reached my hands out, pushing them up onto his chest and pushing him back upright against the back of the sofa. I was sucking up and down faster now, trying to match the rhythm of the noises I could hear coming from behind me. He was responding by meeting my mouth going down, by thrusting himself upwards and I could hear him getting louder. I heard him calling out, so pulled my mouth away, grabbing him with one hand and muzzling my nose and lips into his balls as I heard him coming with a loud gasp and felt him spurting out as he thrust back and forth in short spasms. I felt him splashing onto my back and shoulders and several drops on my hair. He was now whispering his groans rather the loud gasps as he’d come. I was still holding his cock and kissed his balls, telling him “I love that”. He gasped louder and pulled me back up onto the sofa . . .


“Half Term Break” actually does continue, along with lots of other entries from around the same period, in my “Part 1 – The Journey” series available from My E-books page . . . and I promise, I will still try and add more editions when I can . . . or perhaps add more extracts here.

But, in the meantime, I am sure you will find lots more interesting journeys and adventures from pushing gently on Marie’s Wicked Wednesday button below!

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Xxx – K

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A Modest Quickie #wickedwednesday

I’ve always enjoyed reading erotic stories . . . for as long as I can remember . . . it was always the “naughty books” that interested me much more than the sort of books I was always told I “should be reading”.

But as much as I loved to read . . . I could never write a story. An essay assignment at school was always my worst nightmare! I’d stare at a blank sheet of paper, praying for inspiration and words to appear, whilst all around me I could hear my classmates scribbling furiously into their exercise books!

FurtherCover400Aug2916But diaries? Well that was another matter. A diary was real . . . things that had happened, things that whilst I didn’t necessarily want to share (certainly NOT with my parents or family!!!) . . . for some strange, compelling . . . thrilling? . . . reason, they were things that somehow just seemed to write themselves. Often just dates and names (LOL!!!), scrawled code-words, filling pages of those little soft-covered (usually pink!!!) diary books one always seemed to be given for Christmas and Birthdays.

And the fact that I never stopped, is what . . . eventually . . . led me to be here at Modesty Ablaze Dot Com. And, after publishing my first few diary extracts here on-line, I was astounded to suddenly start receiving lots of emails suggesting I should turn them into Ebooks as well. So, over the course of the next few months I uploaded five short-diary compilations from my E-books page . . . and was part-way through compiling a sixth (“Further Adventures”) when I stopped.

Why? Well mainly because I it was just so difficult finding the time to put them together actually . . . I was too busy enjoying “new diary entries” !!!

But I do keep receiving nice messages of encouragement asking for more, so this week’s Wicked Wednesday theme of “Dear Diary” has spurred me into including one of the chapters of “Further Adventures” below. And you never know, perhaps I will . . . one day . . . find that my “new diary entries” have slowed down enough for me to find the time to complete that sixth compilation!!!


Morning Quickie . . .

One of the benefits of having a lover who is self-employed and has his own office, is that we can often meet at short-notice and on a spur-of-the-moment whim or tease.

That is exactly what happened when Lover Two called me on my way into work on Monday. He wanted to meet up sometime this week for a meal and night out but I was already committed to other (boring) things on both of the nights that he was suggesting. He teasingly said “Ok, how about coming round to the office now. I’ll switch off the phones for an hour”.

Although I much prefer a hotel room and a longer more leisurely evening, we’d had similar “quickies” in his office before, and there’s something that I must admit I do find quite thrilling and risque about occasionally letting myself go in those sort of circumstances. I told him I’d pop round “just for a little kiss and cuddle” then.

I rang into work to tell my colleagues I’d been delayed and would be an hour or so late, and quickly changed lines a few stops later. Hurrying through the rest of the tube-commuters I already felt quite excited by my “naughtiness” as the rest of the crowd were all scurrying off to their work, I was scurrying off for something entirely different! I thought about texting hubby as I exited the underground, but a taxi was right there, and it was only a short journey to Lover Two’s office . . . and the cabby was full of chat and distracting, so hubby would have to wait. It would be a nice surprise for him when he got home that night!

Lover Two met me at the main doors and led me upstairs to his office. We’d used his sofa on a few occasions before, but it still felt different and “dirty” and “exciting”. We fumbled and caressed and kissed and unclipped and unzipped each other. He pulled my knickers off completely and threw them across the room behind us. His cock was almost bursting out of his pants as I pulled and worked it free. The passion was actually quite overwhelming and I actually came in just a few minutes, just from his fingers sliding in and out of me and his lips sucking and scraping at my breasts which he’d freed from my bra and unbuttoned blouse.

I lay back on the sofa whilst he stood and slid off his trousers and pants, and thankfully his shoes and socks. I started to pull at my skirt, lifting my hips so that he could pull it off me, but he told me he wanted me to keep it on, and my hold-ups. He told me to turn over on my tummy and brought my knees down onto the floor so that I was actually leaning forward onto the seat of the sofa. I felt him kneeling down behind me and spreading my cheeks apart. Then I felt him pushing into me. “You’re always so wet” he was whispering into my ear. “I love it, I love you filling my juicy cunt” I groaned in response. I know he loves hearing me talk this way to him . . . and I do so love “talking dirty” when I’m really in the mood.

He was only pumping for a few minutes, and I could tell from his breathing getting louder and quicker that he was going to come. He was holding each of my hips and thrusting vigorously . . . but he knows I don’t like him coming inside. He pulled out and spun me round by my shoulders, stepping over me and pushing his erection towards my face. I leant forward and swallowed him into my mouth. He was gasping and groaning and holding my head tightly against him. I heard, and then felt him coming, swallowing it down as he continued holding my head. I knew he wouldn’t release until he’d finished his shuddering . . . finally pulling away and lifting me up to my feet. “God that was so nice” he said. Our tongues swirled in each others mouths as we kissed and clung to each other. Finally pulling away from each other we started to regain our composure. He pulled his pants and trousers back on and sat down on the sofa to put his shoes and socks back on. I’d re-adjusted my bra and skirt and started searching for my knickers behind the sofa. He found them first “let me keep them!” he teased, dodging my thrusts as I tried to get them back. “You could go commando all day” he laughed. I told him that would be very naughty and very horny, but I’d probably end up “dribbling, and that wouldn’t be comfortable”.

He called me a taxi . . . I was only going to be an hour and a half late for work . . . as I walked up the stairs to my own office I tried to compose myself and appear as normal as I could. But I couldn’t stop thinking about such an exciting start to the week, and couldn’t wait until I could tell hubby about it when he got home, and, yes, I WAS dribbling during the day.


So . . . if you’ve got down this far . . . you are sure to find lot’s more
“Dear Diary” Confessions
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Xxx – K

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Je vous remercie La Bauge littéraire

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It’s always very nice when someone says flattering things about you, especially so when those words come from someone with similar interests . . . in this case erotic literature . . . and even more so from someone for whom English is not their native language.

So I was thrilled to receive a lovely email two weeks ago from the gentleman who publishes at La Bauge littéraire (a site dedicated to erotic literature) to tell me about his review of my Ebook  The Modesty Diaries – Part 1 The Journey on his site. Now although I’m multi-lots-of-things (as you can probably imagine), I’m afraid multi-lingual is not one of them . . . although I just swoon at the sound of a French accent, my schoolgirl french is not good enough to read more than a few words!.

However La Bauge has just re-published his review in English which he has very graciously allowed me to re-publish in full below. Several other posts from La Bauge also have English translations and I really urge you to visit the wonderful world of Amber Jahn and discover some of her amazing paintings at: A Radiant Artist. They are quite simply stunning!!!

Thank you once again to La Bauge . . . and, as I have already said to him . . . his words below have motivated me to try to find some time to compile more of my (lots and lots) diary scribbles over the past few years, into a new Ebook Edition as soon as I can.


Katie Ellison, The Modesty Diaries, t. 1 « The journey »

The article you are about to read on the Modesty Diaries has first been published in a French version on my website dedicated to erotic literature, La Bauge littéraire. As the French still have difficulties coping with the idea that there are things worth saying in other languages than their own, this original feature on Katie Ellsion and her Modesty Diairies has remained without any attention. Which is rather sad, as Katie and her excellent texts are worthy of being discovered by a larger public. So I decided to publish an English translation in order to reach a bigger audience, for the sake of these diairies, its saucy details and its human dimension which extends far beyond the boundaries of physical love-making.

As you all know, literature is a kind of a game at the crossroads of reality and fiction. While some texts don’t seem to have any connection whatsoever to the world we all live in, others try to render it in the most accurate way or are destined to give an account of someone’s (for example the author’s) life and his reflections on it. Regardless of this consideration, literature is always fictional, never the real thing entirely. Conscious of this state of things, I was not able to exclude the idea of the Modesty Diaries being some kind of literary hoax. Something rather common and not to be rejected as false or dishonest, just a way of making literature out of something. Since the initial publication of this feature, I have chatted on multiple occasions with this diary’s author, and I am convinced now that the woman behind it all is in fact real. As for the actions related, I am of course not an eye-witness and I can by no means guarantee the veracity of every single detail, but I am convinced that the episodes of her life she has chosen to integrate into this stunning text – those that have led the author on her path to an enlightened – and profoundly human – sexuality – are indeed genuine. This being said, we should of course not forget that, having been transformed into literature, these experiences have acquired an additional dimension  and a veracity that extends beyond that of a single person.

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Those who come and visit the den of literature’s wild boar on a regular basis know all about the terrible thirst of this beast of the Teutonic forests for all things related to literature, a thirst that pushes it to transgress all bounds in its search for something to quench the fire in its guts, a fire nourished by its lust for literature and sex, a lust so measureless that it makes him forget all decency, a longing to push to the heart of even the strangest phantasms. You can easily imagine that such a longing is difficult to satisfy, and this is one of the reasons that pushes the wild boar to take a good look over the fence, to see what treasures there may possibly be in other languages. After Barbara Shumway, an American author presented recently with two features, it is now the turn of Katie Ellison, an English writer that I met, just as Barbara, on about.me, a site that built its business case around the notion of egotism, a kind of virtual visiting card that seems to exert a particular attraction on writers of erotica.

We should perhaps start by asking ourselves in what measure Katie Ellsion is about literature. Her texts are presented as excerpts from her diary, first published on a blog destined to be some kind of report of her discovery of – and slow progression toward – polyamory and a swinging life-style, of her first steps in this new world whose doors so often remain closed to the common mortal, caught in the conventions of a society that professes some sort of serial monogamy.

« These extracts are not fiction, but real life accounts of her occasional affairs, swinging adventures and encounters over the past decade. »1

Having never met the author elsewhere than in her writings, it is of course entirely possible that this is some kind of literary hoax, something rather common since the romantic ages, a trick that consists in creating fake biographies with all the appearances of the real thing. Whatever it may be in this case, as we talk (almost) exclusively literature in the wild boar’s den, and as this one has the habit of reaching out to those that offer him the possibility to travel the minds of writers, we are going to give credence to Katie’s story and delve into her texts, The Modesty Diaries, as if these really were the true confessions of a woman fulfilled by the experience of her openly assumed free sexuality.

As one would expect in a diary, everything is written from a first person perspective. As one follows the plot, one discovers a woman that nothing seems to make any different from the ordinary twenty-first century woman, married with kids, doing well in the job and at home. A woman whose first steps in the discovery of the sentimental and sexual aspects of life are those of the biggest part of her contemporaries. Up to the day where she starts (or lets herself get into) an affair, with all those mixed feelings that come along with it:

“Someone else found me attractive! Wanted me! Aroused me! Excited me! I just couldn’t help myself… even the complete feelings of guilt and shame in the aftermath, couldn’t stop me. I enjoyed it… and yes, I wanted it, I needed it.”2

A not very original experience that many have lived through, torn between fulfilment and shame, and that many have not been able to prevent from letting it destroy their marriage. But here lies the difference : The main character of this very intimate diary had the chance of being married to a man that not only understands her but actively encourages her to take more lovers, at the sole condition of telling him everything about it, up to the most saucy details. And that has been the start of a series of encounters that the author has chosen to present on her blog, which has later become the basis of the three volumes of her Modesty Diaries.

The episodes inspired by the rich sexual life of Katie E. (yes, this should remind you of the work of another famous sexual egotist, The sexual life of Catherine M.) have all one thing in common (at least in the first volume I just finished reading), a certain naiveté that, despite the open indecency of the characters and certain of their practices, makes for a refreshing sense of innocence. An innocence that largely contributes to make even more credible the allegations of the chief protagonist who professes the extra-literary, non-fictional character of herself and her texts. The things happening between Modesty (aka Katie) and her lovers are not out of the ordinary, and every person with a healthy sexuality is sure to have enjoyed it in some form: Modesty loves to suck cock, gets her nipples played with, enjoys head-jobs and passionate french-kissing. As I said, nothing out of the ordinary. There are no transgressions apart from the main one that lies at the heart of the matter, polyamory (rendered even more spicy by a big dosage of cuckolding). Apart from that, the sexual habits of Modesty Ablaze are those of about 99% of the population, and no-one would find anything wrong with that.

So, nothing special as for this matter, if it were not for the sincerity of the narrative that contributes to make Modesty Ablaze a real human being, a fellow, a person one would love to meet, not only to enjoy her open-mindedness and her excellence in all matters sexual, but to bask in the all-to-human warmth that she irradiates, a warmth so contagious that it makes exceptional beings out of those who just cross her path, beings that get into the readers’ heads and continue to live there. All thanks to the writing skill of Katie Ellison. And I hope you understand that this is an exploit so outstanding I just had to single it out.

If I have chosen to present to you, my faithful readers, the works of Katie Ellison, it is first and foremost for the profound humanity that lies at the heart of her writing, a humanity we all have a great need for in these times of obscurantist terror, a humanity that expresses itself precisely by what makes us human in the first place, tenderness and love, feelings that lead us into the arms – and between the legs spread wide open – of our fellow humans. This being said, I cannot stress enough how much the indecent encounters of Katie E. can be arousing! A reading adventure that guides those who let themselves be tempted from sexual heat to human warmth, an exploit that makes the diaries of this woman – a woman in the most profound of ways – such a remarkable read.

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Republished here with permission from La Bauge littéraire (a site dedicated to erotic literature)

Xxx – K

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Holiday Reading #wickedwednesday

I’m a bit old fashioned . . . about lots of things really . . . but especially so when it comes to books! I still like the real ones, you know, the kind that feel substantial and thick when you hold them in your hands! (I do like holding something substantial, and thick, in my hands!!!)

I try to read as often as I can . . . but find the most enjoyable reading is when I’m away on my holidays. So imagine how delighted I was to find this communal bookcase in the courtyard of our apartment block when we were on our Grecian vacation two summers ago.

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And look at one of the titles I found nestled innocently between all the modern romance and detective thrillers. Perhaps the owner had left it there, perhaps he knew I was returning for my second visit!!!

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But don’t be fooled by the title gentlemen! I can switch at the flick of a . . . Modest Whip!!!

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Oh . . . and I do still pop-in to my local library occasionally to browse through their Erotic Fiction section >here<!!!

Book’s are this week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday and you will discover lots more reading-matter from the reading-circle below!

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Xxx – K

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Modesty’s memories of Desire #wickedwednesday

This week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday is “Desire” . . . the very emotion that first set my Modesty Ablaze and started Hubby and I on our amazing journey that has brought us here.

So I thought it an appropriate moment to share an excerpt from my diaries at the time. Diaries that I wrote initially to share only with Hubby . . . then became brave enough to share in short posts on my first attempts at blogging here at modestyablaze.com . . . and then, at the suggestion of several early followers, to publish as short autobiographical ebooks.

The excerpt here is from my first diary “The Journey”.


S had been texting and calling me for a week suggesting we meet for “an early Valentines”. As the weather had been so bad over the past few days, and negotiating the streets and finding parking in Hampstead can be difficult even in normal circumstances, we agreed to meet directly at our normal hotel. S suggested we could order room service and just soak in the bath whilst we waited.

He’d reminded me it would be an “anniversary” of sorts (he’s always coming up with “anniversaries” of different meetings, places or events of our times together) . . . so I decided to impress him by packing the red bra, panties and suspenders set he’d bought me last year into my “work bag” as I left for the office in the morning. I’d shown James of course as we got ready to leave for work. We always kiss our goodbyes even more passionately in the morning when he knows that I’ll be meeting S after work, but knowing that I was taking “special undies” made him even more passionate than normal.

The, by now, depressing routine of nine hours plus at the office was made more bearable during the day by my tingles of excitement that I’d be having an evening out after work! I freshened-up in the washroom as all my colleagues disappeared one by one, and I locked myself in my office to do my nails and begin changing. I knew I had loads of time before I needed to call a taxi, so decided to do my toenails as well. As I sat with my tissue dividers between my toes waiting for them to dry I got more and more excited thinking about “dressing-up” for my meeting. I’d already changed into my bra and suspenders and panties and was sitting on my chair with just my jacket draped around my shoulders whilst waiting for my nails to dry. I decided that perhaps I didn’t need my blouse or skirt after-all . . . that perhaps I could just arrive with my grey woollen overcoat and scarf . . . and nothing else at all apart from my lacy red undies. I was sure he’d really appreciate seeing his gift displayed so quickly as I took-off my coat!

Then reality kicked-in and I realised how dangerous, and naughty, it would be to be sitting in the back of a taxi all the way from the West End to the other side of Hampstead with virtually nothing on except for a coat and scarf. I’d walked, in the middle of the night, the few streets to and from S’s house like that, but travelling miles and miles in the back of a black cab . . . that was an entirely different matter!

The more I thought about it though, the more tingly I became. I thought about calling James and asking him, but I knew he’d be on his way home and, anyway, I knew what he would say of course!!

I removed the tissues and pulled on and fastened my stockings. I pulled on my coat and scarf and sneaked down the corridor to the washroom. The mirror isn’t full-length but I stood back as far as I could to see if it “looked unusual”. As I slipped back to my office I knew I’d have to be phoning for a cab soon anyway, so I had to make up my mind. I could hear my voice almost trembling as I phoned. Here I was ordering a taxi on the business account . . . arranging to meet a lover not a client . . . and I was hardly dressed appropriately for company travel . . . Would the radio-controller be able to tell from my voice, would the cab-driver know ?

Fifteen minutes before the cab would arrive and I took off my coat and started to put on my skirt . . . several times!

I was excited . . . and then sensible . . . and then excited . . . and then nervous again. Then my phone rang. Security from reception to say my taxi had arrived !! I pushed my blouse and skirt into the bottom drawer of my desk, tightened my scarf as tightly as I could . . . and, almost floated, to the door of the lifts.

I have sunbathed topless in Spain and Greece, streaked naked for a few hundred yards through Epping Forest in the pouring rain, spent a day at the Tennis Championships with no panties beneath my dress . . . but I have never felt so tingly and so naughty . . . and so aroused as I felt sitting in the back of that taxi. As we crawled along Edgware Road and I gazed out of the window at everybody bustling by and the other cars next to us in the traffic, I felt hot flushes rather than chilly as I thought I might. The taxi-driver had his heater on of course, but it was my tingling that was making me feel hot, and I was sure my face must have been as red as my nails and lipstick. The driver was jovial and talkative . . . and I was polite and conversational in return, but all the time my mind was racing about what James would think when I told him later of how I’d left the office. We were still ten minutes away from the hotel when S texted to tell me he’d arrived and gave me the room number. I replied that he could “start running me a bath” and that I would be there soon.

I certainly felt the chill as I stepped out of the taxi outside the hotel and thanked the driver . . . but I felt a completely different sensation as I strode across the foyer and stepped into the lift !!

I found the room easily and tapped lightly on the door. S kissed me lightly on the cheek as he let me into the room, telling me “your bath is ready madam”. But as I twisted off my scarf and unbuttoned and opened my coat he just stood for a few seconds, his face changing from a smile to almost a gasping look . . . “wow, incredible, simply incredible” . . . before stepping forward and pulling me into a squeezing embrace. His hands were running all over my back and his kisses almost stiffling me. I had to pull away and extricate my arms from the sleeves of the coat before he was pulling me into him again and kissing down my neck to my breasts. He unclipped my bra and was then sucking at my nipples . . . all seemingly within a few seconds. We were still standing just inside the door of the room. “Do you remember these?” I asked him as I helped him slide the straps of the bra from my shoulders. “Of course. I can’t believe you came just like this”.

“Mmm. I can’t believe I did either, but it’s made me feeling very naughty!” We continued kissing, still standing in the same spot. He had slid both his hands inside my panties, squeezing my bum cheeks and kissing from one nipple to the other. He pulled my panties down, dropping down onto his knees as he pulled them to the floor, and nuzzling into my pussy. As I opened my legs to step out of the panties and shake them off each ankle, his tongue was licking between my lips and he was pulling me into his face as he kissed and licked more. He stood up and led me across to the bed, sitting me down and then kneeling down by the side of the bed to continue licking at me more. I was already tingling all over but protested I should “have my bath first”. He lifted away to say I tasted so sweet and sexy that he didn’t want to stop. He pulled off my shoes as he continued to lick at me and then as I lay back a little more onto the bed, I felt  . . .


There is more of course . . . but I wouldn’t want you to become bored . . . SO, So, so . . . for more thoughts, memories and experiences of “Desire”, this week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday, simply click the button below!!!

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Xxx – K

P.S. – If you would like to read the conclusion of this excerpt, “The Journey” my first auto-biographical diary is availabe as an E-book PDF >here<.

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Book Review: “My Not-So-Shameful Sex Secrets” by Girl On The Net

My recent, all too short, holiday allowed me the opportunity to catch-up on some relaxing . . . and exciting . . . reading.

Whilst I do try to spend every free commuting moment to and from work each day buried in my kindle, there is something so much more relaxing and rewarding about lounging by the pool completely lost in a new book. With only the occasional interruption . . . requesting “more sun-screen please, oh and whilst you’re up, I’d like a wine top-up as well!” from Hubby, or needing an hourly, 15-minute dip, in the water to cool me down (from the book as well as the sun!!!) . . . I was able to completely finish three new books during our time away. Each different in their own right, and each certainly very, very naughty and very, very exciting!

I’d brought two books with me . . . and was surprised (and delighted) to find another, very interesting book, on the communal bookshelf in the downstairs outside-lobby of our small apartment complex (See below: Does this count as a “Library” Scavenger Hunt Dee? LOL!!!). But more on that later . . .

ModestyBookcaseFull. . . BECAUSE, now that I’ve caught your attention . . . !!!

One of those two books I’d brought with me was “Girl on the Net: My Not-So-Shameful Sex Secrets” (Kindle Edition) by one of my most frequent click-to-visit bloggers Girl On The Net.

If you have read even just a few of her always direct and often intriguing blog-posts (and if you haven’t I urge you to visit NOW!!!) you may think you will know what to expect from Carina’s autobio-so-far-ography. But actually it is so, so much more than, certainly I, and I think probably most readers, would have expected!

If I tell you that on one of the most wonderful, relaxing, sexciting, fulfilling holidays . . . in one of the most beautiful and relaxing locations, I’ve ever experienced . . . reading “Girl on the Net: My Not-So-Shameful Sex Secrets” was one of the highlights of my vacation, then you may, just may, sense a tiny amount of the enjoyment I got from losing myself almost completely in Carina’s story.

And I should also tell you that Hubby would often have to tap me on the shoulder and whisper “Sh!” as I burst out into loud giggles of laughter, or exclamations of “yes, yes!!!” . . . so much so that other guests lounging by the pool would, apparently, lift themselves off their sunbeds, or look-up from their own books (or worse, remove their headphones) to enquire “she must have a good book???” as I rolled and shuffled and wriggled in shock, delight and (most often) agreement . . . and (occasionally) “oh no” disagreement . . . of the words as they jumped, squirmed and snaked from my Kindle screen.

To say that Carina’s words are direct, honest and straight-to-the-point, would be an understatement LOL! (there you see, I’m doing it again!!!) . . . but THAT is this book’s strength, appeal and, (dare I say it???), charm.

My life is seemingly completely the reverse of her own . . . I’d never set foot in a university until accompanying my own children on their first exploratory visits, never embarked on my first “fling” with another partner until after 10 years of marriage, never visited swinging or fetish clubs until another 10 years had passed . . . and yet every word, every emotion, every up . . . and every down . . . had me nodding in understanding, wonder and, yes, in agreement.

GirlOnTheNetCoverGirl On The Net’s frank and open narrative of her journey from those first discoveries of those private-bits that we all have, those feelings of doubt, guilt, enjoyment . . . those pressures from parents and peers alike . . . are simply wonderful to see recalled and described in such a simple, emotive and REAL manner.

Through first boyfriends, first loves, first orgasms, first heart-breaks . . . all whilst still at school!!! No preaching, no cry for help, no excuses made, nor expected, as we move chapter by chapter through Girl’s lovers (and loves), gains and losses, highs and lows. Some may be shocked by the language here (and by that I mean both in it’s form and description) . . . and at times I would pause from my nodding in agreement and ask myself “we have a son and daughter not too-much younger, would I be happy . . .?”

But do you know what !!! . . . these words make me think . . . “Yes, yes, I would”. Because?

Because Carina’s words, and emotions, and experiences . . . are real. Emotions that we all feel and experience . . . and yet her directness, her honesty, show an understanding, acceptance, maturity, that far too many people (parents with far too-short memories?), will admit to.

Reading “My Not-So-Shameful Sex Secrets” left me feeling I had been invited to share not just Carina’s story, but all of our stories, described in a way that most of us would be too introverted, worried, or “ashamed” to admit. Difficult, confusing, challenging, worrying . . . incomplete (both figuratively and literally in this case) . . . this book is all of those things and yet it is compelling reading, inspiring and questioning. It states the obvious in a very LOUD voice that demands to know why can’t we see, or admit to, the obvious! It cajoles and challenges with a wonderful sense of wit and humour, dry sarcasm . . . and yes, wisdom . . . that seems to shout “I know, I accept, who I am, but do YOU?”

If I haven’t prefaced the story, described the timeline, mentioned the principles, teased you with the climax . . . that is because I want you, challenge you, to read this book. To ask yourself if you don’t, really, truly, see at least a part of yourself amongst these pages . . . and to hope that in that realisation you, (we all), may think a little differently about how we see, accept or judge both ourselves and those around us.

Modesty Rating: 10 out of 10
Pros: Realworld language, honest, direct, humorous & witty, yet informative & compelling reading.
Cons: I can’t think of any.
Pages: 260pp
Buy Link: Girl on the Net: My Not-So-Shameful Sex Secrets (Kindle Edition)
Blog: Girl On The Net

 

The Modesty Rider:
I realise, of course, that there are already thousands of long-established Sex Toy Reviewers and Review sites . . . most of whom will be far more adapt at explaining all the technical details and specifications of things. But for me, sexy clothes and lingerie, sexy toys . . . and even sexy books . . . are all about adding a little fun and excitement to things. So that is how I tend to approach my reviews and videos!!! Just to explain “how it was for me” in a fun, and light-hearted, way without taking things too seriously! Chances are that if something makes me giggle and tingle and feel good, it will score higher on my Modesty Rating.

 

Xxx – K

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“Knowing Her Place ” by Kay Jaybee . . . the THRILL is in the Detail !!!

You must know the feeling . . . quite by some unexpected twist of fate you’ve discovered a wonderful album by a completely new (to you) musician. Or perhaps a debut movie by an unheard of actor (or actress). Or maybe a book by an author you’ve never come across before. And the surprise and enjoyment of your discovery leaves you craving for more . . . that next album, that next movie, that next book . . .

. . . only to find when it arrives in your excitedly expectant hands that your sense of anticipation as you begin to listen, watch or read, is replaced instead by a flat feeling of disappointment and let-down.

Such was my worry as I shakingly began to renew my acquaintance with Jess Sanders in “Knowing Her Place” the third book in Kay Jaybee’s “The Perfect Submissive” trilogy***.

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“The Perfect Submissive” had not only been my introduction to Ms Jaybee’s writing, but had quite simply been the first book I’d ever read that I just didn’t want to put down until I’d finished.

Of course I physically had to stop reading from time-to-time (from excited exhaustion!), but just couldn’t wait to resume at the earliest possible moment.

The words just jumped from the page with almost electrical emotion and arousal, perfectly expressing all those enthralling and erotically exciting scenarios that I’m sure we all desire in our moments of passion.

For me that is the beauty and power of words, more than any other medium, that they inspire and stimulate your imagination and bring them into your world . . . and yours into theirs.

That was the effect of “The Perfect Submissive” and Jess’s story. I shared her journey, her emotions and her discoveries . . . and I am thrilled (in so many ways!!!) to be able to say that far from a disappointment or let-down, “Knowing Her Place” builds on the excitement and the anticipation of The Fables of “The Perfect Submissive” and the Fairtasia of “The Retreat” to a tumultuously tingling and erotically explosive Finale.

Jess’s journey in “Knowing Her Place” begins with her departure in Scotland from “The Retreat” and continues with five erotically-charged stopovers throughout England towards her final destination. And though the different situations, and different company, she finds herself in all have that (often unstated) reference back to her previous adventures, such is the descriptive beauty and power of “Knowing Her Place” that it stands as a wonderfully exciting and erotic journey in its own right (or write, so-to-speak!)

And that beauty and power is due to the way every sentence seems to balance, so wonderfully, the ability to describe and yet ask one to imagine the story unfolding before you.

For me the thrill is in the detail . . . the detail of the surroundings, the very being (the scent, the smell) of the people my heroine encounters. The feel of the fabric of every piece of clothing. The touch, weight and proportion of the props and implements Jess is asked to endure.

And just like any adventurous journey there are many unexpected and surprising twists and turns, acts of treachery and betrayal, denial and fulfilment.

Yes, the thrill is in the detail . . . but the detail is not gratuitous not forced, it begs to be imagined, to be drawn and touched and felt by all of ones senses.

That is what sets “Knowing Her Place” and the previous two books apart from any other erotica I have read. It is that wonderful ability that Ms Jaybee seems to find so natural.

Every page seems to flow, to inspire, to stimulate . . . and excite.

So, if you’ve felt disappointment, or let-down . . . or unsatisfied . . . by any other erotica you have read, I challenge you to take Jess Sanders journey. I am sure your imagination will take a new and exciting journey of it’s own.


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***As I said . . . “Knowing Her Place” is a wonderfully exciting and erotic journey in its own right . . . but perhaps to get the most fulfillment and satisfaction from following Jess’s adventures, you could first indulge yourself in even more excitement by devouring the first two instalments in the Trilogy. After all, we all enjoy foreplay don’t we???

Needless to say I loved both of them . . . you can see my 5-star post on Goodreads from last year on “The Perfect Submissive” >here< and my review of “The Retreat” in March of this year >here<. So “Knowing Her Place” just couldn’t come quickly enough for me . . . because of course you just know how much I enjoy a three-some . . . sorry I mean, a trilogy!!!

So, go on, treat yourself . . . or tantalise and tease your nearest and dearest . . . to “The Perfect Submissive” and “The Retreat” by clicking on the respective covers below.

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P.S. –  I just HAVE to mention the cover designs for all three of these books in “The Perfect Submissive Trilogy” series . . . and I’m knot saying this just because I have a thing about rope . . . I’m saying so because the lovely and subtle graphic binds (sorry!) each book to the other in a sort of simple, but powerful theme of submission and devotion. A theme so perfectly brought to life by the magical and enchanting stories within!!!

And, once you’ve regained your composure but left desperate for more . . . as I’m confident you surely will . . . visit Kay Jaybee on-line to discover more of the most arousing erotica I think you will ever find!!!

Xxx – K

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Book Review – “The Retreat” by Kay Jaybee

We’re all familiar with Fairytales . . . whether from distant memories of wonder and enchantment from our own childhood, or attempting to stimulate imagination and excitement in reading to our own children at bedtime.

But never . . . ever . . . could Hans Christian or the Grim Brothers have imagined such tales as those told between the covers of “The Retreat”.

TheRetreatNewRopeRegular readers here will remember that I’ve previously described authoress Kay Jaybee’s first instalment in her trilogy of submission and dominance, “The Perfect Submissive”, as “the most arousing and inspiring” book I’ve ever read. So I’d awaited this second instalment with huge anticipation . . . and expectation.

I’d wondered what the future held for Jess and what fearsome, and exciting, tasks she’d be asked to perform. Surely the imagination of her mistress had already reached the limit of all bounds of reasonable possibility?

But Kay Jaybee is clearly a woman apart . . . and the new scenarios and surroundings of a mysterious castle in the Scottish highlands seems the perfect setting to unleash yet more of her wild and wicked imagination.

My heroine Jess finds herself caught in a whirlwind of new masters and new submissive partners . . . and set a series of new tasks and new challenges at every twist and turn of the castles cold and unwelcoming corridors.

Just as with “The Perfect Submissive” each new chapter of “The Retreat” had me tingling with wonder and excitement (rather than enchantment in this instance) at Ms Jaybee’s extremely vivid imagination.

The tension builds throughout towards Fairtasias climatic finale-ball . . . quite unlike those bedtime stories of times long gone by!!!

Without wishing to divulge too much of the plot and positions required, and enacted here, there are some arousingly descriptive moments which had my pulse racing to the sort of dangerous levels I’ve not experienced since reading . . . and re-reading . . . the pages of “TPS”.

But, more than just simple lust and eroticism, Kay Jaybee’s story has that unusual skill of engaging her characters somehow into ones pysche . . . I wanted to share each new challenge with Jess, worried for her strength of will, worried just how that final chapter would unravel. A Fairytale end to the ball . . . or will the wicked Witchtress prevail???

And that, quite simply, is something that I don’t often find in my other reading, not just in erotica (and you know how much I enjoy reading naughty stories! LOL!!!), but in “normal” books . . . or normal media.

I remember thinking as I shuddered through the final pages of “TPS” that someone, somewhere, somehow should make it into a movie (and that I wanted to be in it! LOL!!!)

“The Retreat” may well be a more difficult movie to make (I still want a part though Kay!!!), but I urge you to read the real words . . . as they were first written . . . before this book, and “TPS”, and the now eagerly awaited final “Knowing Her Place” find their way to Holly(or Pine)Wood.

And, whilst you are at it, and in the mood . . . as I’m confident you surely will find yourself . . . visit Kay Jaybee on-line to marvel at and devour some of the most arousing erotica I think you will ever find!!!

Xxx – K

Modesty Ablaze & The Retreat

P.S. – Just couldn’t resist – Even 12,000 miles from home I found that “The Retreat” was never far from my mind!!!

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Eroticon 2014 this weekend . . . don’t miss!!!

EroticonMar213Eroticon 2014 is coming to Bristol this weekend . . . Saturday the 8th and Sunday the 9th of March . . . and if you have any interest in erotic writing, publishing and blogging, it is a weekend not-to-be-missed!!!

I had such an enjoyable time at my first Eroticon last year . . . (see my post-event picture on the left), it really was a fabulous opportunity to not only watch, listen and be inspired by so many of the writers and bloggers that I had been reading and following on-line, but it was also so wonderful to meet and chat with so many welcoming and friendly people.

Even despite being nervous and feeling very unsure of myself, I was soon perfectly at ease amongst like minded visitors from all over the UK, Europe and America.

And to discover that so many of the people I admired and looked up to,  were all such nice and genuine (and yes everybody . . . NORMAL !!!) individuals . . . was truly, truly special and motivational.

The sessions I attended were all, without exception, fun and interesting . . . and the schedule of speakers and events this year looks to be just as interesting and exciting.

Just >click< and scroll through and you will see just who, and what, I mean with such amazing people as Emma Dubberley, Mia More, KayJaybee, Lucy Felthouse, Harper Elliott, Cara Sutra, Molly Moore, KD Grace, Victoria Blisse and many, many more.

It’s not too late to still grab tickets  . . . don’t miss out!!! Simply click the Eroticon 2014 Write Sex Right badge below!!!

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Xxx – K

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