"Sinfully Sensuous" now available as eBook

The lovely, sensual, gorgeous Cheeky Minx at Love hate Sex Cake now at last has her book, Sinfully Sensuous, available as an eBook.

Sinfully Sensuous by Cheeky Minx | Make Your Own Book

At this stage, the eBook favours all lovers of Apple gadgetry, optimised for the iBooks® app on the iPad®, iPhone®, or iPod touch®. (And for those whose devotion is wedded to other platforms, I’m assured these formats are on the way.)

So if you’re in need of a cheeky treat that can be conveniently hidden away from prying eyes, require a stocking filler for the holidays fast approaching, or want a little piece of her and her creations at your fingertips, this might be just the thing.

Go and have a look, enjoy!

Love hate Sex Cake

Dating?

My inspiration for writing seems to have gone for the moment.  No time to concentrate on it either.  I do have quite a lot on my plate, taking care of judgmental children, seeking an apartment, paying bills, having nightmares about all the things that need to be fixed in my life, etc.

Thankfully, I have a bunch of online friends, old and new, who make my days brighter. Blooging is such a rewarding experience!  

Recently I put my profile on a dating site.  Am I too picky, or are there only boring men seeking a partner? Are dating sites mostly for people having problems meeting someone in real life? Are they for people looking for easy sex?  I feel so naive, and so reluctant to go through all this trouble.... So, I had a first date with a tiny guy - not really my type - two weeks ago, I was surprised that it went rather well.  "I do not look for an affair, my life is too complicated at the moment, I am looking for friends and see what happens... Do you have your own flat?", that's what he told me and I could not agree more, but why should he ask about my flat? I should have reacted immediately. To summarize, we decided to go to an outdoor music festival, but he ditched me the day before because he had had sex with someone else.  And I happened to bump into him, among the huge crowd, and he acted like an asshole....  Thank god, he was not my style and we only met once.... But this makes me realize that maybe I'm not ready for this...  Life is already too difficult at the moment, and maybe I should just take care of myself, be happy and not look for anyone for the time being...  I feel puzzled... Yet, I wish to meet nice people who could become friends and maybe more... Why is it so difficult?

Now, I started to take Cuban salsa lessons, which is something I'm looking forward to every week.  I am planning my holidays, with my best friend, for July and started visiting apartments.  I have been waiting so long for things to happen and yet maybe I need to work more on myself and then things will move my way, but time is flying by and I have the feeling things are not moving.  

All this sounds pretty negative, but I'm not down, I'm just hoping. That is what the psychologist my son visited told me, when I found out about the manipulative behaviour of my husband, it is becoming a mantra:

DO NOT LET ANYONE DIM YOUR INNER SUN!

Pin me to the wall

Pin me to the wall and kiss me! Force me, because I feel you want to. Kiss me as if you would never kiss me again. Drink me to satiate your unquenchable thirst! I will resist, I will fight. Take me, tear off my clothes, I will bite. Grab me, I will cry. Turn me over, I will struggle. Push my tender breasts against the wall, I will shudder. Pull my hair and bite my earlobe, I will gasp. Push your thigh between my legs, I will obey. Put you hand on my wet mound, I will moan. Let your fingers invade my velvet folds, I will invite you. Impale me, I will comply.

Fuck me, I want you!

The Trailer - CafeGlow IV

CafeGlow - The Trailer from CafeGlow on Vimeo.

Passion

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS

Don't we all wish we were here?

Black lace

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“Look what you are doing to me” you say looking down at the huge bulge in your boxer shorts. “I'm a mess!”, yes! I see what pre-cum is doing to the fabric.

I can feel the heat in my core, the swelling, the throbbing, the longing. You seem, by the appreciative look on your face, to like your surprise. I am wearing black lace lingerie, black thigh highs, under a transparent black nightgown. I grin back at you, showing you all the mouthwatering details of my tantalizing body through the black lace, teasing you by opening my thighs very slowly and showing some naked flesh, some engorged petals and more when pulling aside my panties. I can hear your groans and comments while you eagerly watch all these arousing details, your cock twitching in your underpants, needing to be freed from its prison of fabric. “You never fail to make me want you, you are such a sight!”. I languidly let the straps of the nightgown slide down my shoulders, followed by the straps of my bra. You gasp. “Oh yes, show them to me!” The top of the nightgown falls down on my hips and my breast are now in my palms, I bend forward for you to see the creamy globes of my full breasts and erect nipples.

You pull you boxer shorts down, letting me see your big thick meat in all its glory, which makes me salivate. My lips want to taste you, lick and suck you. Biting my lips, I pinch my nipples and let out a loud moan. Pearls of pre-cum are now coating your cock. “Can you see what you are doing to me?” “Oh, let me see how you feel, show me what you would let me take, lick, grab, tease, show me!”. Flustered, I once again open my thighs, pulling the fabric aside, and show you how wet I am. My hand takes control, your hand gets also very busy sliding up and down on your hard flesh. I need to wet my lips. I am squirming with need.

Your three day beard makes you look very handsome, your firm body writhes under the strokes. My body is aching, hips are swaying, my breath is getting shorter and my heart beating madly. The wanton creature I am has her legs now widely spread, panties on the floor, offering herself to you as you give yourself to me. We climax simultaneously, intensely, endlessly.... I love to see you come... so far away!

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Christmas present

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"Oh my lover I think of you daily

and find myself smiling so gaily

wondering what you wear

and how I'd have to stare

at rolling hills and valleys

and fresh buds on ripe fruit trees 

your elegant secrets so deeply hidden

soft fabrics caressing what is forbidden 

Oh how I wish to consume and delight

your precious gifts that set me alight

thus rhythmically my heart beats quicken

ensuing limbs flex, stretch and thicken

with thoughts of treaures to be found

my hands exploring contours that astound

and slowly we share in pleasures so deep

our senses alive from head to feet

we'll roll and sway like waves on the shore

and appreciate what's shared forevermore"

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Thank you for this lovely Christmas present!

The Castle

The snow sparkles on the trees and on the castle under the glorious morning sun, where our magic carpet led us.  Icicles hang from the windows, and make it look like a castle in a faerie tale.  The peacock is perched on a tree near the kitchen door and there are animal spoors around the castle, fox, rabbit, deer.

Our room is warm and cozy with its fire place, overlooking the country side from the upper floor under the crenelations.   We shed our snow coated clothes and put them to dry.  The canopy bed is welcoming with its feather duvet, we slide under the covers to seek some warmth.  I snuggle into your arms against your soft warm skin and stare into your green eyes.  We rub our long noses in an Eskimo kiss and smile.  Did you know they call me the Pixie with my short hair, long pointy nose and green eyes?  Well, the Pixie is going to bewitch you like no one before in these crisp white sheet!  

I take you face in my hands and suck on your lower lip until you gasp and take over. We slide on each other, bodies entwined, mouth licking nipples, necks, waists, the tender skin along your hips and further down, towards your thick hardness.  With a smile, I take you deep inside my mouth, into my throat, bewildered, you groan every time you slide inside my throat. You become my pray, offering me your vulnerability, I can reach into your soul and I take it as a precious gift. Your growls and moans tell me how much you like this, as I slide my hand along the length of your shaft, your breath gets shorter, you back arches and soon you let go with loud groans and I feel your hot cream trickle down my throat.  It did not take me too long to bewitch you!  

Your passionate kiss takes my breath away, your hand on my breast, my waist, my thigh, reaches its final destination, exploring, I open my thighs for you, my sweet juices run down my cheeks, moistening your fingers. “You are so tight!” you say.  Yes, yet your fingers play with me expertly and I soon scream out of pleasure.  Are the castle walls thick enough to muffle my cries? Suddenly, you take my big toe in your mouth and suck it.  I feel electrified and almost orgasm.  You play with my toes and every time I gasp and jump, surprised by the incredible sensation.  Oh my God!  This is divine!  But your lips have gone up my leg and explore my wet lips, tasting me, your tongue deep in my velvety hole, I squirm, breathless and lost in pleasure.  While your tongue circles my clitoris, your fingers trace small circles on the upper wall of my slippery cunt and my legs start to shake.  I can suddenly feel  myself gushing endlessly while I scream and loose control, surrendering to your touch.  I'm floating on a wave of intense and endless pleasure out of time, out of space,  I forget where I am.  You then take me gently, rubbing your thick glans on my clit and the sensation is just overwhelming again, you then slowly slide inside me when I beg you to take me, fill me, please, please!  You ask me "Would you like me to take you like this every morning and every evening?"  "Yes, I do".  You then profusely  cum inside me while my pussy squeezes you tight and as I bite your neck.

Fuck me.

Aeric Meredith-Goujon

Let's fly away

Don Ricchilino

Let us fly away on our magic carpet over oceans and deserts,

Hide in forbidden oasis and bathe in fresh rivers under the palm trees,

Quench our thirst with heady wines, Satiate our appetites with goat cheese, dates and grapes,

Sleep on thick carpets under the golden moonlight surrounded by dromedaries and sheep,

My hips swaying to the sound of the nay and the darbuqqa,

Frankincense mingling with our dizzying carnal scents under the tent,

My wet lips on the flute playing its soothing rhythm to tame your insatiable snake.

Ghost Lovers

You picked me up from the airport and we decided to go have lunch in that lovely city we both love.  It took us a while to drive there, but we made it just along the street leading to the Crescent.  What a view! Old memories coming back.  We had a late lunch in a small café and reacquainted with one another.  We ordered the same food, we seem to have the same tastes.  I had a delicious glass of red wine tasting of redcurrant.  


When we left the café, you took my hand and told me I was just the right size to hold your hand comfortably.  Our fingers entwined and my heart was racing.  I could not believe I was here with you after such a long wait.  We walked to the Crescent.  There was this seagull that was scratching the lawn in the park looking for worms we supposed, we stared at it for a while and laughed.  You then took me by the waist and kissed me there.  What a delicious, breathtaking kiss this was.  My hands in your back were grabbing your jacket.  I could not have enough of you.  A kiss on the Royal Crescent was more than I would have expected.  We then continued our stroll around the block and down the side to the park.  I told you of my belief in spirits and about the ghost walk I took in my young days when they would take you around on a dark foggy night to all the haunted places and tell you about the ghost lady clad in an 18^th century dress, who appears now and then on certain nights near the Pump Room.  

Will you be able to see the ghosts of the two happy lovers kissing and walking down that Crescent next time you return there, I wonder?

Mine

Filthy Gorgeous Things - Larry Clark

Jazz was softly playing from the device you had placed next to us. We were relaxing in a warm bubble bath, the light from scented candles surrounding us in a light glow.  We had scrubbed and soft-soaped each other.  I think it was raining outside, and we were just lying there,  in the soothing bath. Quietly. Your head resting on my right shoulder, while I was languidly running my hand across your torso, on your nipples and your stomach, stroking your hard oozing cock as you softly sighed.  You were completely abandoned; eyes closed, in my arms, my lover to be, in this moment suspended in time, in the glow of the candlelight,  you were mine, entirely mine.

For Desire

Our First Meeting

I saw him coming towards me while I was searching my bag for my cell phone.  He looked young and slender and very charming in his dark blue suit.  I asked “B., is it you?”  “Yes”, he smiled, his voice was different from the “cam voice”, and a lot sexier.  I was smiling nervously and felt very happy.  We hugged quite formally; the surroundings did not allow for a proper hug, he then led me to his car.

He showed me on a road map where we would go for our picnic, and enjoy the countryside.  There were several options, but I let him choose the one he preferred. The mere idea of looking at a map made me feel all mellow because maps always make the traveller and adventurer in me dream.  His gentle presence made me feel incredibly good.

I was thrilled to secretly be in a foreign country just for a few hours, it was so exciting. 

The conversation was easy while we walked the path to the top of the hill overlooking meadows and old houses; the site was just beautiful and perfect!  He asked for the very much needed hug.  I was shaking, flooded by emotions, being able to touch him for real after long weeks of emailing and camming was powerful.  Our hearts were pounding, oh God! Our lips met.  While our first kisses were hesitant, they became more ardent. His hands exploring and touching the back of my neck sent shivers along my spine, My nose nestling in his neck, on his shoulder against his warm skin, I inhaled his scent and after-shave,  woody green and nice. My hands had slipped under his shirt and I could not have enough of him, they were exploring him while we kissed. The ice was broken now at last.

We sat on a cover away from the path, overlooking the scenery of the valley below and enjoyed some French baguette with goat cheese, sliced ham, Greek olives, mushrooms, and grapes accompanied by a good French Burgundy. Dessert consisted of strawberries dipped in Bailey's Irish cream liqueur, a novelty to me, I had to apologise for gulping them down so fast. He could not have chosen better.  I was baffled.  The conversation flowed easily; we touched and laid on the cover, smiled and kissed, my hands under his shirt on his smooth skin.  I could not remember the last time I felt so wonderfully cared for in somebody’s arms.  I was so greedy for his touch and kisses.  My hands explored further down his now bulging pants and my fingertips played with his hardness.  At one point, noticing we were alone, I gently undid his belt and kissed and licked the tip of his cock that was peaking out of his pants.  His moans made me smile and very soon after, I had my reward.  I deeply kissed him to share his sweet taste with him.  He was surprised by my cheekiness.  He was so scared anyone could have seen us.  I told him with a grin he had no idea what I was capable of.  Alas, it had suddenly become chilly and we soon had to leave.

We made it to the airport, but stayed a while in the back of his car for some more passionate and wet kisses and his hands exploring my breast and nipples.  At one point, I just wanted to feel my skin against his therefore lifted my sweater and unbuttoned his shirt to feel him closely. Soon after, we had to rearrange ourselves and I was on my way to the plane.  Sigh!  I had to pinch myself to realise all this had really happened.  I was on cloud nine!  What a wonderful day! What wonderful feelings.  I am so looking forward to our reunion in just a few days.  We have shared so much more in the meantime, and we are so longing for each other’s company.  It is crazy!  It is going to be a feast of the senses.  I cannot wait!


What a day!



Away for a hug

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I'm away for the day, flying over the sea for a hug.  We shall see what happens...

It was a beautiful hug, an intense hug, but only a hug.  

Life circumstances and the distance made us realise more was impossible.  

We shall remain friends, if that is at all possible.  

You know you are very dear and special to me.

Want

I want to touch you

I want to lick you

I want to know what you taste like

I want to devour you

I want to feel you throb

I want to hear you moan

I want you to talk dirty to me

I want to be your slave

I want to be your little slut

I want to feel your thickness fill me

I want to grab the sheet

I want to be one with you

I want you to completely and totally be mine at this very moment when you cum

I want you to never forget

I want you so much

I want you, please

I want you!

You

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I would like to unbutton your shirt while I kiss you here, here and there.

I would like to surreptitiously slide my hand under it and feel your heart

I would like to curl up against your chest and close my eyes

I would like to run my fingers through your hair and soothe your pain.

I need to touch you, breathe you, feel you

I need to butterfly kiss you, graze you, tempt you

I need to grab you, kiss you, smile at you

I need to hear you moan and rub myself all over you

I need to feel your body squeeze me, pin me

I need you to cover me, every inch of me with every inch of you.

Bath - Part Two

He lives in an old apartment, decorated in style, in a lovely old house, near the Royal Crescent.

Water splashes on the bathroom’s black and while tiles. She locks her legs around his waist while he cups her buttocks in his hands to bring her closer. He entwineshis fingers in her long wet hair, she gasps when he pulls her head back to devour her neck. His lips gently bite her earlobe, she coils against his shoulder; lustful half closed eyes get a glimpse of their reflection in the fogged bathroom mirror, over his glistening shoulder. ……… “Fuck me!” Her hips swivel down on his shaft, she impales herself to the brim, a moment suspended in time, her mouth wide open, almost in surprise, her eyes closed. She wraps her arms around him, whispering “Fuck me slowly, make me scream”. As she moves her hips in swirls and slides on his soapy skin, kissing and sucking his neck, his chest and nipples, in sloppy noises, she steels a glance of them in the mirror through the running water drops. His hands on her waist impose the rhythm, faster, harder. He closes his blue eyes, unaware of their image behind him. She cries out of pleasure, she likes what she feels, what she sees. Both their voices become louder, she can feel him reaching all her sensitive spots in powerful thrusts. She knows he is about to cum, she tells him “not yet, wait for me”. He grabs her face and kisses her savagely, moaning as he bites her lower lip, then cups a breast and suckles her nipple. Their guttural moans fill the room, there is barely any water left in the tub.

She loved what she saw in the mirror.

My body is a cage... Mon corps est une cage (click)

After having been away for a week, my husband woke me up softly yesterday, his hand exploring my thighs, caressing my tightly closed lips, it took me a while to emerge and realise what was happening.  His finger slid in me, getting my lips wet and my hips rolling.  After a while, his three fingers were rubbing my velvety spots and I could not resist touching my clit and my nipples, the combination of the three were just driving me over the edge.  He put his hand on my mouth.  "Sssshhh, be quiet, the children are getting up".  I was trying to hold my breath, but I was already out of control. His fingers made me gush and endless orgasmic waves washed over me for an incredible long time. He then put me on all fours and reclaimed my body back, I had to bite the sheets for fear of uttering squeals of pleasure. The bed was such a mess, sheets soaked and I was longing for a nice long nap, instead of which, I stumbled to the bathroom in a zombie state, getting ready for work.  

Boredom has affected my ability to write, lately, words just won't flow, frustration gnaws at me, so maybe I will post new pictures of my travels for a while .  As I wrote some time ago, I'm in that horny mood that makes me do things I'm not supposed to do, like reading sex blogs at work, chatting and answering IMs, spending endless hours on tumblr, fantasizing and feeling wet all the time.  I can feel the tickling deep inside me, the nagging of my desire, the want for getting filled, stretched, and wildly possesed.  To such an extend that everyday, I need to hide and take care of myself in the restroom,  the very place where I took my last HNT picture after a good O.  Our restroom is a discreet place for dirty deeds.  My imagination is set on fire, especially after some hot camming the night before, good sex in the morning and discovering hot stories reflecting my adventures on someone's blog *wink*.  I crave a hard big cock, I crave someone to tell me naughty things. As for being naughty, someone is already playing with me and receiving pictures taken in the restroom at work (thank you for making me a naughty girl, sweetie!) *smirk!*  I have already posted one, by the way.

Bath - part One

“Come on, hurry!” Clothes are flying. He is so gorgeous, she is mesmerized - a statue of white marble in the moonlight, a snapshot of his dimples… Awwww! What a lucky girl she is! “Come on, take my hand”. They make it to the water, it is nice and warm, they immerse themselves and swim to the middle of the river onto a rock. Some people have gathered on the opposite side, whistling and cheering. “Ready for the show?” Like a mermaid, she curls up on his lap. He delicately takes her head in his hands, his lips softly kiss the corners of her mouth, her chin, her neck. His desire grows as the cheering becomes louder. She soon looses track of what is happening around them. His mouth is everywhere…on her nipples, her neck, between her breasts. He bends her over and offers them a glamorous Hollywood kiss. A mixture of shyness and boldness overtakes her, her hands explore underwater curves and mounds. She can feel his heart racing under her touch. Another ravenous, breathtaking kiss, the audience applauds. She had forgotten about them. They swim back to the opposite side of the crowd. She feels a little self-conscious getting out of the water with all these people watching, but finds her composure in the dark. They get dressed, the onlookers have disappeared.

T. had this Jim Morrisson look, less angelic, more carnal. They had met at the local disco, where she spent most of her Saturday nights in Bath. That evening, she had immediately spotted the sexiest guy around, as had most of the females in the audience. She could see them elbowing each other and commenting as he made his way to the bar. She was standing next to the wall between the bar and the dance floor. Her auburn hair was long, curly and delicately framed her oval face, her big round green eyes looked shyly across at him. It was the spring and she wore a flowery emerald, turquoise and purple skirt, a matching emerald blouse with an adjustable cleavage closed by a ribbon. When he stared at her, she checked if someone stood behind her. She blushed


“Let’s pretend I am madly in love with you, you look like a pre-Raphaelite painting, can I invite you for a dance?” How did he know about pre-Raphaelite paintings? She had just seen an exhibition in London and she had loved it. How could she resist? They danced several slow songs. He was definitely a gentleman, they engaged in a conversation about art, they liked the same artists. And while they danced and talked she also noticed the way he moved, and he moved well. She wondered if he could feel her heart pounding. She also wondered how his skin felt under his white shirt. After a while, he proposed to go for a walk to enjoy the warm evening. They walked on the edge of the river where he made his bet. “Can you swim?”




Gabriel Dante Rossetti - The Beloved