Oct 22 2016

Weekend Hunger: Resonant Travelers.

Deep inside lies a sound and a voice that only we hear. It speaks to us in the quiet of times and shouts when we are being threaten, in danger or about to make a foolish mistake. The voice that only we recognize, understand and has a vocabulary that when we try to express the meaning of it’s words to others our effort seems to fall flat in the hearing of those who try to listen.

They mean well; those who try to hear. But to many the language of our heart and soul is not theirs. To their ears it’s blah, blah, blah….or snippets of truth that may resonate but rarely come into the full depth of understanding.

So we go through life knowing that most methods of communication are flawed and we adjust and make do.

Warmth, encouragement and validation happen when moments of connection occur.

Then, if our lives are blessed, someone quite by accident (even though I don’t believe in accidents) walks into our lives and without any manual into who we are, speaks our language and moves effortlessly to the rhythm of our heart and soul.

It’s not that they just ‘Get us’. There lies within them an intuition that is naturally dialed into our frequency. Even without full disclosure of what is beneath our words they know the motivation that has formed them. Because within their heart and soul lies the same song. They recognize the same rhythm of life that is directing them along their travels.

To our amazement even their scent, voice and reflection of light in their eyes is familiar.

They are family. Cut from the same cloth…Joined once again from a distant tribe.

Once lost….Now found.

Once haunted by separation….Now together.

Both now understanding the meaning of the word…’Home’.

Washed Ashore


Weekend Hunger is about finding an image or two, along with a short writing ( 50+ words) that illustrates and describes your hunger. I’d love to hear what makes you hungry. Submit your own image/images or image/images from Tumblr (with credits) by Friday 5pm PST.  Show me what makes you hungry on a lazy weekend! (Click image for credits. )


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Oct 20 2016

e[lust] edition #87 ~ Enjoy!

Photo courtesy of Understanding Flutterby

Welcome to Elust 87

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #88 Start with the rules, come back November 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On Secret Identities

Dividing lines…

Ember and Ash


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Bdsm: Our pleasures are our obligations



~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Change your Cookbook: a monogamuggle’s guide to cookin’ with poly folk

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!


Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

When Love is not enough.
the fantasy and reality of my arrival


Shine a Light

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

When You’re Bad
How Women Use Their Sexuality As A Weapon
Dear Fans: Quit Kinkbashing

Erotic Fiction

Big Daddy
The Front to Back Challenge
GAME OF TWO HALVES – role shift
no. 106

Erotic Non-Fiction

He’s Cumming
Washing up
Chew Toy
So many friends with benefits


One Stroke
Early Morning Haikus


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Oct 15 2016

Weekend Hunger: Who the Fuck do You think You are, Sex!

It was a stormy weekend. The sky grey and menacing. The winds blowing in anger across the city. Howling through the trees threatening destruction. Heavy rain pounding against the roof and windows of her home. She loved it. Her own soul that night wanting destruction.

She tipped up the wine glass half full with red and let the aged liquid slide passed her lips, heating her throat as she drank it all. Already warm sensations washed over her. Her cunt crying out for blood.

She paced the floor looking at the time on her phone. He was already a half hour late! Bastard, she mumbled under her breath. Then rationalized it was the storm that was delaying him.

Her orders had been to arrive at 7pm sharp. Showered and shaved. She had wanted the clean look that night. That handsome face gleaming before her.

As time passed she wished secretly he had ignored the ‘clean shaved face’ order. Her insides were brooding along with the weather outside and she needed the wolf inside him. She needed her soul cracked open and only trusted him with that task.

There was a knock at the door and before she could get to it he swung it open. Gusts of winds furious behind him. His coat collar up covering his neck. His dark hair ruffled and wet. He looked up, eyes glaring at her and his face…. unshaven.

He stepped inside as she started to protest, “I told you….”

The door slammed behind him and his hand was on her mouth before she could finish. His other hand came around her head and yanked her close to his lips. Her nose was buried in his heated neck and the wet wool of his coat. She could feel his hard cock already pressing against the fabric of his soaked jeans into her thinly covered body.

His voice was gravelly and hot in her ear, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” As his hand moved from her mouth to wrapping around her neck.

He knew her. He knew what she needed on that night.

The wolf that laid ever waiting for the storm.



Weekend Hunger is about finding an image or two, along with a short writing ( 50+ words) that illustrates and describes your hunger. I’d love to hear what makes you hungry. Submit your own image/images or image/images from Tumblr (with credits) by Friday 5pm PST.  Show me what makes you hungry on a lazy weekend! (Click image for credits. )

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Oct 14 2016

Make Me Hungry Again

We live behind walls because of the hope we’ve had in the past. The wonder we thought was ahead. The wonder not amounting to what we believed could be there.

They say hope deferred makes the heart sick. We shelter ourselves to preserve the heart we have left so it doesn’t become harden. So we can still feel and live with passion…because we must. There must be a reason and purpose for it all or else we would fall into despair.

So we stay behind those walls letting just enough warmth come through to draw people to our lives. Believing if they knew what was burning inside they would not understand it’s value. And although we are surrounded by many…we live alone.

Not that we wish to be alone. We wish to find the one who can see through the barriers. One that makes us feel alive because of their being. Where words are not enough to explain the pleasure and comfort of their presence. Where what exists between us is a language not yet discovered but unfolds through time together.

We are strong…brave….fearless. Our strength coming from our spirits…from our bodies. Needing…wanting everything. Beauty and grace sustaining us.

Ignite me…Fill me…Live inside me.

Make me hungry again.


~ Vista ~


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Oct 11 2016

Top 100 Sex Blogs 2016 – Nominations!

It’s that time of year and this year the list is being sponsored by Kink Craft!

If you love my blog and wish to brag on me I’d love for you to nominate me for this great list!

Nominations are now open. You can make your nominations Here or you can email them directly to molly@mollysdailykiss.com. Please mark the subject line with ‘2016 Nominations’.


Each blog nominated will be marked on 4 different areas (10 possible marks in each) resulting in a score out of 40 based on the following areas. They will then average out those scores with any ties being judged by them.

  • Blog Design – Is it pleasing to the eye, is it easy to find content, is it mobile responsive, is social media information easy to find, is the actual text easy to read?
  • Content – Quality of content. Is it original, interesting, innovative, sexy, inspiring etc? If the images are not created by the blog author are they being used ethically, as in full credits for where an image is sourced from provided? Quantity of content, see the rules below.
  • About Me – Is it easy to find out information about the author of the site that gives a new reader some insight into who or what the site is about. You might want to read the post I wrote on this subject especially if you don’t have an about me page or have not updated it since you first started blogging.What about you?
  • My Personal Score – Rori’s list was always based on what SHE liked and there is no way round this but for me to do the same. If you knock my knickers off then you are going to do well and it is as simple as that.

Do you love me?  Show me.  ( major begging here! )  

:: kisses to all ::

~ Vista


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Oct 08 2016

Weekend Hunger: Binding Demons

As I tie you; feel the rope slide easily yet roughly through my fingers is it you I’m tying, binding or me?

Is it your power I’m harnessing or my own demonic darkness? My own cravings that threaten to overcome the self discipline I’m trying to achieve?

Is it the voices that try to overpower me that I’m silencing, bringing under control or your own haunting spirits that look through your eyes into my own darkness; calling those familiar demons out of their hiding place?

Is that why I must bring you down? Break their hold not only over you but me?

I’m in a place where words are not serving me as they have in the past. Where their weight no longer soothes me, brings me satisfaction and comfort. Where it’s not enough to hear what you have to say and share. I need more. I need the knife to slice deeper.

Have I become immune to your words that they no longer effect me? Like the addiction of a drug that no longer packs the power it had at first strike? Is that why I need to fiercely tighten the rope against your skin, dragging it roughly across your flesh hoping the marks it leaves behind serves as a deep reminder that you are mine?

Is it the discipline I see in your life, that steely force that inhabits you and your everyday thoughts that I hunger to drag out of you and absorb into my soul? That if I bind you tight enough it will ooze out of your pores and I can rub my naked body against you smearing it into the marrow of my bones?

I need you broken and spilled out.

I need you shattered at my feet.

I need the cry of your freedom casting fear into the darkness.

Shattering self-made prisons.

I need our demons bound.


Weekend Hunger is about finding an image or two, along with a short writing ( 50+ words) that illustrates and describes your hunger. I’d love to hear what makes you hungry. Submit your own image/images or image/images from Tumblr (with credits) by Friday 5pm PST.  Show me what makes you hungry on a lazy weekend! (Click image for credits. )

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Oct 02 2016

Weekend Hunger!

Lust on Display

The envelope had been delivered by his driver. The paper was fine white linen and although there was no signature she recognized the handwriting as his. Included with the handwritten note was a gift card. You deserve this and don’t argue with me. The card will pay for whatever you find you need when there. Chose wisely and enjoy. 

Now she stood in the beautiful richly decorated room in the lounge of his private downtown dungeon. Three men stood naked before her shoulder to shoulder, hands behind their backs. He knew what she liked. They all exhibited the chiseled lean muscle tone yet fullness of man shaped curves that made her pulse between her legs. The pooling already starting as she gazed over each one. Energy and the radiance of health emitting from their core.

“Handle your selves.”

The pooling increased as she watched each man move their hands to their semi-hard cocks and long firm fingers grazed across their bodies. Knowing hands gathered ball sacks and thick shafts, pulling and stroking, causing abdominal muscles to clench as the magical members grew in length.

She was looking for strength, sensual lust and freedom.

The man in the middle caught her attention with his open eyes fixed on her as he obeyed her command. His eyes pierced through her own heat and need. His breathing seeming to match her own as she watched his carefully placed movements along his flesh.

He would do. But one more question needed to be answered.

She pointed to the two men on the ends. “Now you touch him.” Referring to the man in the middle.

Without hesitation he reached his hands up behind his head as the others grabbed his dripping cock and full balls. His eyes never leaving hers. His breathing staying steady, still matching and a small smile turning up the corners of his beautiful mouth.

She handed the gift card to the male attendant standing to her left.

“I’ll take them all.”


Weekend Hunger is about finding an image or two, along with a short writing ( 50+ words) that illustrates and describes your hunger. I’d love to hear what makes you hungry. Submit your own image/images or image/images from Tumblr (with credits) by Friday 5pm PST.  Show me what makes you hungry on a lazy weekend! (Click image for credits. )

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Sep 28 2016

When Love is not enough.

We moved easily from messages to phone calls. Everyday. Long phone calls filled with wonder and marveling over how much we had in common.

It was an easy flow of words that started to knit our hearts together. I enjoyed his ‘innocent boy like wonder’, his openness to my world and enthusiasm for life. Best of all he was local and my age.

He was falling hard and I was smitten by his heart. The possibilities that this ‘just budding’ relationship may have some traction was broadly swiped across both our souls. It all looked so good. So promising. The test came when weeks later we decided to meet. Although local he was still a good hour away.

I’ve been working on myself to be more open and not rely on the ‘type’ of man I tend to allow into my life. With this man I was listening with my heart. Putting aside preconceived ideas and truly seeing him through the eyes of my soul. I wanted to know him by the sound, rhythm and beat of who he was inside.

We met and although he was much taller than I’m use to and there were some other things that normally would not draw me in, it was who he was inside that made me decide to invest the time to see what all made up this man with the beautiful blue eyes.

We both had great hopes that the obstacles we both recognized would be overcome by the attraction we both felt.

I knew it was a long shot. But I’ve always been a risk-taker and didn’t want to prematurely give up on something that seemed to have promise.

But the longer we spent time together the more evident it became to me that it wasn’t going to work. Despite the fact that my heart fell for this man and the beauty in his soul. He felt it also but walked in denial saying he would change whatever he needed to do to make it work. That was the last thing I wanted. For him to change.

There was some back and forth and trying again until I knew in the end it was wiser to face the fact we were not a good match for long term.

He took it well.. at first. Agreed with me. Understood. But absence from each other brought out the demons of insecurity and now he calls me deceitful and a liar about any feelings I ever had. That I used him. Purposely destroyed him.

That hurts. Hurts that this man I loved, cherished but knew I wasn’t right for would turn and discount the carefully chosen path we took together.

I stepped out and took a chance to get to know someone that had touched my heart but wondered if love would be enough. In this case it was not. No matter how easily it was to love him.

I know me well. And in the end the fire that can singe pubic hair off of a man’s balls came out in full force as he accused me of dishonesty. This was the very fire I was trying to keep from him. One I knew he would never understand. The fire that burns through everything I write and do.

I lost a potential partner but more importantly I lost a very good friend.

I now sit and remind myself of these 5 important points when looking for a long term partner:

  1. Chemistry ..Is the desire there?
  2. Compatibility…Is there an ease and flow when together?
  3.  Connection…Does he feel like home?
  4. Communication…Are we able to speak truthfully to each other? Be vulnerable with each other without judgement?
  5.  Shared Vision for the Future… Do our lifestyles blend well with each other? Are we going in the same direction?

These are critical points for me when looking for a long term partner to share my life.

With him a few of these points were missing.

Because of that….Love was not enough.





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