A&E's Resident Sex Expert: Dr. Kat (continued)

Your questions answered Dr. Kat Van Kirk, an AASECT certified Sex Therapist and licensed Marriage Therapist. This month's question is…

Q&A: Block teaser…

Dear Dr. Kat,

I've recently become aware of the term "temperature play". I can kind of guess what it means but I'd rather ask an expert than troll around on the net for random answers. Are there specific toys for it?

Thanks in advance,
Roy

Dear Roy,

Temperature play is a form of BD/SM sensuality that utilizes the sensations of hot and cold for sexual stimulation. Also, sometimes involved in sensory/sensation play or kink play, it's been featured in the movies 9 1/2 Weeks and Do the Right Thing. The use of hot versus old can be stimulating to the body’s neuroreceptors and thusly cause arousal. In the simplest form this includes ice and hot candle wax but there are many more options these days. Here are some products to help you explore:

Icicles Blue Wave Dildo

Fire and Ice Condoms

50 Shades Darker Steel Dildo

Warming Rabbit Vibrator

Warming Edible Lube

Warming Lube

3 in 1 Massage Candle

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Guilty Pleasures: Erotic Fiction (continued)

It was all my best friend Sharon's fault -- she talked me into coming with her to the modeling shoot in the first place. I didn't want to go -- I don't model. My name is Honey and I'm about five eight with blond hair and green eyes. I have a trim waist and curvy hips but my best asset is definitely my breasts.

They started growing in high school and it used to embarrass me the way all the boys would look at them until I realized that I sort of liked it— having their eyes on me, I mean. I started wearing tight tops and accidentally ‘forgetting' to wear my bra, just to see their eyes pop when my nipples got hard. It always made me so wet to think I was affecting them that way.

I think that's the real reason I don't model -- it's because I'm a closet exhibitionist and I'm always afraid I'll go too far. Which is exactly what happened at the shoot.
The minute we walked in, I was sure more than modeling going on.

"Uh, Sharon, are you sure this is the place?" I asked, watching a busty brunette stroll past in a crotchless body stocking and a feather boa.
"Duh, Honey," she said, frowning. "This is the address they listed."

"Well, excuse me," I muttered. I was just thinking about leaving her to fend for herself when a nice looking man with light brown hair and glasses walked up to both of us.
"You're here for the shoot?" he asked, consulting a clipboard.

"Yes we are," Sharon answered, grinning at me, daring me to correct the man's mistake.

Before I could say that I was only here for moral support, he consulted the clipboard again. "You," he nodded at Sharon, "Go find Dan Jernigan and tell him Matt says you're perfect for lingerie. Now you…" The man I supposed must be Matt, stood back to look me over. As I felt his sharp blue eyes rake over me, I had to suppress a shiver.

"Yes?" I asked softly, forgetting that I hadn't gone there to model in the first place.

"You were made to model bikinis," Matt said softly. He brushed one large hand down my arm and I felt heat climbing my skin. "Follow me," he said, and led me up a rickety flight of stairs to a tiny enclosed room.

Inside was a beach set, complete with a blue background, sand, and even a striped beach ball. Matt introduced me to Jacques, a tall man with piercing eyes who was the photographer, and then hustled me behind a small screen where a variety of bathing suits were laid out.

"Just start with whatever you feel comfortable with, and we'll go from there," Matt said.

Well, it didn't take long for my closet exhibitionist to come out. I have to confess that I bypassed the traditional Brazilian bikinis and went straight for one of the smaller suits--a ‘micro' bikini.
The top was two slices of material only slightly wider than my areolas and, looking down at the tiny patch of shiny pink fabric that barely covered my pussy lips, I was really glad I had shaved that morning.

"Well?" I heard Matt ask, "Are you ready?"

I felt a little shy but I held my head high and marched out anyway, feeling my nipples harden as they always do when I'm excited.

"Mmm, very nice," Matt murmured in approval as I posed in front of them. "Now for the wet look," he added.

"Wet look?" I looked at the cup of water in his hand uncertainly.

"This bikini manufacturer guarantees that their suits are transparent when wet," he said, smiling at me. "Don't worry—the water's warm."

I stood still and let him pour water over the pink slice top and even spread my legs for him to pour a thin stream of it over the tiny scrap of fabric that covered my crotch. When he was done, my nipples were much more visible and you could even see the plump, naked lips of my pussy, pressing against the thin material.

They brought out a chair and Jacques motioned for me to sit on it and spread my legs.

It was embarrassing but hot to feel their eyes on me and hear the camera clicking as they took pictures of my pussy, spread out under the thin suit. I could feel myself getting hot and wet.

After that Matt told me to pick another suit. I don't know what made me do it, but I found an even smaller one -- a ‘micromini'. The tiny white triangles of cloth were made of a see-through mesh that barely covered my nipples. The bottom was hard to figure out -- should it cover my slit or my pussy lips? It wasn't big enough to do both.

"Are you having some trouble back there?" Matt called.

Blushing, I explained my problem.

"Come out from behind the screen and I'll help you. Don't worry, Jacques and I have seen it all."

I came out and he explained that the tiny scrap of fabric was supposed to show the top part of my pussy slit and then disappear between my lips. He helped me arrange the suit and his fingers were warm and gentle.

I had my legs open for him and while he was spreading my pussy open to get the suit just right, he kept brushing over my clit by accident, sending hot, shivering tingles all down my spine. It was embarrassing because I knew he could tell how turned on showing myself off was making me.

"How does that feel?" Matt murmured, looking up at me from his place between my legs.

"I…I think that's good," I murmured, enjoying the way his long fingers stroked over my clit as he adjusted me.

"Excellent." He smiled at me and arranged me in the chair again with my legs spread wide. Jacques murmured approvingly as he clicked picture after picture of my hard nipples and plump little pussy on display beneath the tiny bikini. My pussy was getting all wet and swollen from all the attention but I loved it.

Then Matt came over and asked if I minded taking some shots that involved ‘extra exposure'.

"What does that mean?" I asked, feeling nervous and hot all at once.

"This manufacturer likes to show some special shots on their website -- we just pull the bottoms a little to one side," he explained. "Nothing really obvious, just like you're at the beach and trying to adjust your bikini. Do you mind? It pays more money than the regular shots."

By then money was the last thing on my mind. I was loving the hot feeling I got from showing off my body.

Following Matt's instructions, I pulled the tiny triangle of fabric away from my glistening pussy, as though I was trying to adjust it. By this time I was so swollen and wet that my outer lips were opening up like a flower. Jacques clicked several very nice shots of the hot pink inside of my pussy and my throbbing clit, spread wide and wet and open for the camera.

Then it was time to change swimsuits again. I couldn't imagine anything smaller than what I had on, but Matt showed me something called an ‘invisible thong'. Basically the top was just a series of pink strings that outlined my full breasts instead of covering them. The bottom was even smaller. It was a single string that came up between my bare pussy lips, hiding nothing but my clit.

Matt helped me adjust it and this time his long fingers slid all the way up inside my wet pussy when I spread my legs for him. I knew he was finger-fucking me and not just adjusting the suit, but I couldn't seem to make myself ask him to stop.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked, pressing two long fingers all the way up inside my pussy. "You like showing off for the camera."

"Yes," I whispered, spreading my legs a little wider. God, I was so hot!

That was when Matt told me that there were some other shots they could take -- some that he would be in with me.

Before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees in the sand of the beach set and Matt was behind me, pulling the tiny string of the invisible thong out of the way.

"I'm just going to pose with the head of my cock against the outside of your pussy," he explained. "That way it looks like we're really fucking."

"Okay," I agreed breathlessly, shivering with anticipation.

I heard the purr of Matt's zipper going down and then the broad head of his cock was pressing against my wet, open pussy. He started rubbing it up and down my slippery slit while Jacques took pictures of us. I felt so hot, with my breasts fully exposed and my legs spread wide while Matt rubbed his cock against me, I thought I might explode.

After a while he said, "Let's try something different. I'm going to spread your pussy lips and put the head of my cock inside you. That way it looks like we just fucked and I'm pulling out of you after filling you up with my cum."

His hot naughty words excited me so much I couldn't breathe.

"Okay," I murmured, wanting to feel him inside me. I tilted my hips back and spread my thighs wider.

I felt a stretching sensation as Matt pressed the broad head of his cock against my tight little entrance, sliding into my pussy.

And that was when it happened. See, the problem was that I was too hot. All of the fondling and posing I had been doing had made my pussy wetter and slipperier that it had ever been before. When Matt tried to just put the head of his cock inside me, over half of his thick length slid into my open pussy.

Well, I guess I knew it was naughty but by that time I was past caring. I braced myself on my hands and knees and pushed back, feeling the rest of Matt's hard cock slide home inside me.

"Just do it," I whispered. "Just fuck me"

Matt groaned and I could feel him gripping my hips. Then he pulled back and sank his thick shaft all the way into my wet, open pussy again. Over and over he pounded into me as I braced myself on my hands and knees and tried to handle his rough, delicious fucking.

Before I knew it, I was coming hard, all over his cock and Jacques was taking pictures of the whole thing. Then I felt Matt spread me wide and press as deep into my pussy as he could. There was a hot, wet sensation and I knew he was coming inside me. I moaned his name--I could feel my inner walls squeezing his shaft, as though trying to milk every last drop into my body.

By the time Jacques finally did take the ‘pull out' shot, it was for real and I knew all the viewers would be able to tell by the thick white cum leaking out of my freshly-fucked pussy.

Matt helped me clean up and then I got dressed and went to wait for Sharon down stairs. It wasn't long before she appeared, looking all worn out.

"Boy," she said. "That was a rough shoot."

I grinned at her. "Tell me about it!"

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