Smutt stroll feature - Minx

Erotic Poetry with Audio

Welcome

I am Vianne, an eroticist, artist and steamy mid-life woman who embodies sensuality and self- expression. Mostly I share poetry and short stories based on my fantasies and real-life experiences. Sometimes I write prose about my art and creative life.

I enjoy subversive storytelling for the modern sensualist. I curate a space where erotic art meets raw desire.

If you’re over 30 and bored with beige, looking for sophisticated slutty filth, you’re in the right place.

Minx

I am finally learning the language of the quiet; not everything has to be loud and announced. Sometimes I like the hush of us, you blowing on my ear before you whisper into it…’kneel and beg’.

But today, alas, I’m alone. Sigh. I massage oil into my thighs, my silk robe wafts amidst night air thick like drifting smoke in a locked room. I’m heavy with desire that lingers and fills every available space; the leftovers of last night.

I slide oil over my toned tan belly that’s softened with age but is warm when owned by a woman who knows and appreciates her body and is not afraid to touch it. I slowly sway my hips into my own rhythmic hands as I spread out.

My love is away, and I’m reflective. Literally. I gaze at my naked body in the mirror. I lift my leg to the chair, my soft mound graced only with groomed strip, my cunt glints back at me. I caress my own flesh as precious.

I look into my eyes, see myself, like you told me to, and I really look. See how Minx can do as she’s told. See how she takes instruction from you, but never would before. I learned to love myself first then I met you. I’m tender to you. And I tend to myself.

I slide my hand, slick with lubrication around then down, and I peel my pussy lips open like petals parting for the flower’s centre. I’m already moist and swelling. The thought of you enough to loosen the folds.

I like it rough but with myself I’m gentle. You taught me how. You tasked me to see myself as you do, so now I take my time.

I like eyes upon me. My eyes. Yours. I like to be watched. So I put the camera on and tilt it against the unit.

A treat for you later maybe….and baby I like how good it feels, as I pinch and pull my clit and think of your spit and mouth last night, as you bound me tight and took me hard, mean and rowdy. Last night was not quiet. It was wild.

Our scene was smoky, planned that way, dark dregs sat in whiskey glasses on the bedside, cigarettes, old school glamour, ‘I like you to taste dirty’ I said as you ripped my panties off, but left the stockings. I want grit in your grip and more of it.

Quite the ride before we finally slept, and you left in the early hours. I’ve since picked flowers and arranged them, eaten eggs, read, changed the bed, even fit in a little work-out before bathing, and now I’m here savouring it…….all of it…….

I move my hands to my breasts, squeeze my nipples still a little tender from clamps, I glance…….in the mirror at my soft tan ass, I rotate a little, good - no longer young but slim, curvaceous, round in the right places, tone and tanned.

I groan a little as I rub and watch and watch and rub myself, perfume scent drifts, the sound of traffic outside, up and down the Paris streets, the hurt burning through my cheeks, my fingers glide, faster over and over faster, it’s different without you as ‘Master’. Good different. I like my space…..

I had a tough mother, who longed for a lover but just a little too much. No one modelled that I am the love of my own life. So it came at a price, but now I know it and watch me own it. Sirens are made, not born, formed under pressure like diamonds.

I bend over to the camera, my robe swept to the left, I put one hand down and a knee on the chair, push a glass plug in my ass without care. Exhaling a whine as it goes in, pop. And I stand up and resume the mirror work……

……twerking and writhing, small movements, dancing, gentle hum of music low, it plays as I go - all in. It’s alchemy - the combination of you, and me and ‘we’ blending, tending to each other, tending to ourselves, worship but living our lives like we only have one - wild and precious. We do.

Next level hot, I’m thinking of your big hot man dick as I get close to orgasm, it’s in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, in the mirror I can see all the blood and wanting in my rose bud, which is pulsating and asking to be sucked, finger fucked, I cum for you, quietly of course. No fuss this time. No rush.

I basque in its afterglow, wrapped in ribbon and robe. Minx is naughty, but I worked hard to be so. And now I don’t work hard at all, but I do work at joy and pleasure, to look good in leather. To please you.

I feel every inch of appreciation for the woman I am.

Knowing you’ll come home to the fire that oxygen ignites, you will, and you do, and you show me how you love me over and over.