Comments [A to Z Challenge]

Comments.

Every blogger wants them after working long & hard on a post. I always admire those bloggers who host weekly memes like Molly and Rebel Marie. They always leave comments on everyone’s post. They give their time, energy and sincerity into writing a comment on everyone’s blog post.

Sometimes I get jealous of those bloggers who have tons of comments on their regular posts. I wonder, how do they do it? How do they get their readers to leave all those comments on their posts. Then I remember I have never been one to have tons of friends. I have always had a small group of intimate friends. I feel the same way about my commentators.  Those follow bloggers that always leave something in writing to let me know they were there and read my post. Always a kind word, uplifting, encouraging and inspiring words. I am thankful, grateful and appreciative.

 

Some of my TOP COMMENTATORS are….

Rebel Marie

Molly

SilverDom

KaziG

CliveServes

   

A very huge THANK YOU to them for always leaving a kind a word on my blog posts.

Thanks for the Comments

 

 

However, every once in a while there are comments left behind that me make shake my head. I received this comment yesterday.

You should have walked away like you said you were going to. You obviously don’t think outside the box. You didn’t hurt him or her…you hurt their 3 kids. And that’s something YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH. why all the secrets? Is your relationship so important that you hide your communication I this form? Fake names? Facebook Profiles? Embedded messages? The photos? You two are sick. Cheaters. And honestly deserve each other. I was married to him for 19.5 years and you just ripped that into pieces. Robyn Crow…I’m looking for you.

Who ever this person is spent a lot of time reading different posts that I had written about my different relationships. I wondered if the woman could be a pissed off wife. WAIT! I’m not chatting up a married man that meets her description unless, he lied to me. Either way, I don’t think this lady truly understands my blog or my writing. My sexual adventures are past tense (some are). I leave the reader wondering if it could be yesterday or 20 years ago. I think of the cyberbullying and cyberstalking that I have read about, I hope her comment is a one time (spam/trash) deal.

 

Elust #61

Photo courtesy of Maria opens up

Welcome to Elust #61

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 #62? Start with the rules, come back September1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Bloggers, please
I Touch Myself
Stunt Porn / People Porn

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Is sex unsexy? A ‘His & Hers’ post
Van Gogh, an erotic author and a selfie…

 

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

His Desires

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

Anorgasmia in women
One Week On
chatterbox
Safe Craigslist Hookups
Online Dating: How to Talk to People
Stealth Sex Toys-Stash Management
Last Longer In Bed For Men Naturally

Erotic Non-Fiction

Spicing Up Sex Life
Gasp, Shake, Thank You
Again and Again
Fapping to My Photos and Stories
Did you miss me?
Desire….What happens when you can’t succumb?
Off Balance
On the Sofa
The Solace of My Body
Self Given
Orgasms & Ice Cream
Skid Marks

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Nasty
Jacky au royaume des filles
What makes a sex writer?
Dubrovnik whore as metaphor 4 Balkan politics
Am I Pretty or Ugly?

Erotic Fiction

Lonely observations
Fucking and Being Fucked
The Churning Black, Part 4
A Return to Purpose
Bang on Target!
Polished
Please
My Night With Lilith

Writing About Writing

Words That Shouldn’t Be In Erotica
Transhumanist Erotica: Jacked In

Blogging

Just One Look

Thoughts and Advice on Kink and Fetish

The Hotness Of Cockteasing A Guy In Chastity
My eyes are over here
Submissive Men 101 Facts
Emotional Masochism
The time I made him make me safeword

Poetry

Frame Game – A Lusty Limerick

Events

Diana J Torres- Vagaculation Workshop

10 Things I Love about Blogging

What I Love about Blogging.

  1. I can pretty much say what ever I want (self-hosted)
  2. Making new efriends, bloggers through online communities
  3. Testing out products for review. Like a few sex toys to household products to beauty/health products
  4. Sharing my opinion (because it’s an important one, ya know?)
  5. Learning new things (anything to do with making my blog look purdy and promoting my blog)
  6. Being about to add my podcast episodes when ever the urge hits me
  7. I set my own time table (writing when the urge strikes)
  8. Getting comments (because I’m an attention whore)
  9. Participating in all sorts of blogging memes
  10. Reading what others have to say & share

What I Hate about Blogging

  1. Having writer’s block
  2. No comments
  3. Low stats, low page rank, etc
  4. Trying to understand everything about blogging in general
  5. Being afraid of not being followed, read, etc
  6. Not having a niche, that I feel I belong in
  7. Having to make sure that my posts are visually appealing, photos, grammar, etc.
  8. Not having a set schedule for blogging (because sometimes it seems to take me too long)
  9. Sometimes not having enough privacy or quiet time
  10. When I compare myself to other bloggers (this is more about me than about blogging itself)

5 Reasons I Miss the Dog

Recently I have been really missing my manchild’s dog. She is a (now) 11 year old German Shepherd mixed dog. We got her for our son for his 10th birthday.

Since he moved to Texas, taking “Ginger” with him, things have been different. Like the feral kittens living under the shed in the back 40. The raccoons that rummage through the trash at night and so on.

I started looking at puppies to adopt. OMG! Some shelters cost $450 – $345 for adoption. Everything included of course, but our local shelter is only $110 with everything included. I’m pretty sure I won’t be adopting any time soon, it was fun searching through the photos of available dogs.

  1. There is no dog here to eat the food I drop on the floor forcing me to pick it up myself to throw away. I miss the dog.
  2. There is no dog here to attack the mice, flies and snakes that bother me outside. She’s not here to keep me company while I garden. I miss the dog.
  3. There is no dog here to alert me that someone is ringing the doorbell or knocking on the door when I’m in my office preoccupied with porn. I miss the dog.
  4. There is no dog here to to lay at my feet when I’m sitting on the sofa watching TV. I miss the dog.
  5. There is no dog here to fed the leftovers when we forget to eat them. I miss the dog.

Burt

Meeting people online has always fascinated me.

I’ve often wondered if any one besides the few loyal readers actually read my blog posts. In January of this year, I had written about my son going through a difficult time. How I was angry at God, fate and the world. Feeling helpless as a mother that I could do nothing to help him, being so for away from home.

A man, who I will call “Burt” sent me a direct message, offering his sympathies for my situation. We messaged back & forth for a few days. I think he was curious about me, attracted to my photos and enthralled by my sexual adventures. Like most men, I think he wanted to know if I am real. If what he reads is real, if what he sees is the real me. Curiosity got the best of him, so he reached out.

When any one reaches out to me, I will always answer. Why? Because it’s the courteous thing to do, even if I don’t give them the answer they were hoping for. I will still answer.

Burt shared things about his life, that I would consider super personal and touching. I was honored that he felt he could trust me with personal details of his life. Sometimes, I do wonder if some of the things that people tell me are true. Ya know, like the State Farm commercial.  Burt is a sincere guy who gets my respect for taking a chance for reaching out to me. He disappeared shortly after our few days of conversation. I tend not to chase people. I’m too cat-like, I will be on the back of the sofa, flicking my tail.

While I was in Georgia for my son’s wedding I received another message from Burt. He wanted to know what number he was. Because it seemed that I had written post about those men in my life. I explained that I didn’t know him well enough to write about him. Most of the men I write about have had some sort of positive or negative impact on my life. Burt & I exchanged general conversation, small talk.  Burt asked me this “How do I get to be “loud” fan and get to know you better?” I had no answer for him. What does he wanna know about me? Here are a few questions he asked me.

What prompted you to start the blog? Here are the posts that might answer this question. 

Do you get turned on thinking about men reading your adventures and jerking off?  I just addressed this subject in my recent Wicked Wednesday post “Fapping to My Photos & Stories

I will add that I like, respect, admire honesty when it comes to certain things. If a man wants to fap to my photos, to me it tells me that I’m doing what I intended. I don’t want anyone to look at my photos and make a face and ask “WHY?” I started out posting photos on a shoe fetish website. I knew that men were wanking to those shoe photos I posted. Purpose served. I got off on when those men who told me what they did, some even sent me photos of them wanking to photos of my legs, shoes. I got turned on more when those men picked out shoes especially for me. Not for their wife or girlfriend but for me, getting built up searching for the perfect shoe they wanted to see me in. That was an amazing feeling. Keep in mind, shoes are not a fetish of mine. I enjoy enticing those men who have a shoe kink/fetish.

It’s not a sexual turn on, more of an emotional turn on. Knowing that I’m turning on someone else, gives me a high. However, I need to hear it, I need to know it. I need the attention. Yes, I’m an attention whore.

E[Lust] #60

Photo courtesy of Chintz Curtain

Welcome to Elust #60

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 #60? Start with the rules, come back August 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Shame Hurts

Of Cocks and Cunts: The Language of Erotica

#RealBodiesAreSexy

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

I may never suck another cock, but I’m still

The sofa

 

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*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 Kink & Fetish

My Aftercare
YKINMK but My Kink is Not YOUR Kink either
Nerds, Pervs, and Jeffrey Dahmer
Sex Is Simple. That’s Why It’s So Complicated
Cuckolding. The Step Child of BDSM?
What Is A Man’s Role At A CFNM?
Happily whipping Jesus
What are your views on the ethics of kink?
FetLife and The Single Gal
How Porn and BDSM Helped Me

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Tall guys! You’re a bunch of sick perverts!
In Which I Fuck Up and My Uterus Saves Me
Why Is There So Much Shame?
Birds do it, Bees do it…
Little Lower Layer
Wooing, pursuing, romancing a dominant woman
Sexual Freedom. Why Do I Feel I Need to Hide.
Our Age Gap Shouldn’t Be Your Insecurity
Advanced kegel: stroking with only PC muscles
Impress your lover with these oral sex moves

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

The Hashtag Activism…It Burns It!
Sex Worker Etiquette
Rant Break: SCOTUS and Hobby Lobby Rage
Subs Need Classes Too!

Erotic Fiction

A Flight Attendants Secret
Relentless
Sit
Festival car park fun
Private Performance
And The Band Played On
Consequences Part One

Blogging

A warning for erotic writers and sex bloggers
Bloggy, Soggy, and Sexy

Erotic Non-Fiction

Don’t Ever Make Me Wait Again
Words

Poetry

Satan’s String – a Lusty Limeric

Writing About Writing

Writing Erotica for Trans Readers Pt 1

Riding the Wind [SS168]

I needed a challenge today

I needed a challenge today

This is my Sinful Sunday image. It’s all about the image.

This photo was taken yesterday while my Beloved & I decided to hop on our bikes and ride. We rode west, into the stormy skies. It was a muggy outside. But as long as I was feeling the wind against my skin I felt good.

However, I will admit I suffer from PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) when it comes to riding, since my accident back on May 29, 2004. Every once in a while it hits me. The anxiety builds up, I get scared. Yet a part of me isn’t afraid when I’m with him. Because he saved me the first time. He taught me how to ride which saved my life.

We first set out, riding towards the west. I could see the storm clouds, dark and looming. We turned onto a road that suddenly turned into loose gravel. A biker’s fear, a nightmare for most. At the top of the hill I stopped and snapped the above photo. I took in the beauty of the landscape, my thoughts floated away. I wonder what the rest of the world is doing right now. My Beloved stopped, decided to turn around. He said “there are a few more miles left. Let’s go back the other way.” I agreed.

I wanted the challenge of riding on a gravel road. I needed to challenge, to push myself. There is nothing to fear but fear itself. That always comes to mind when I become fearful.

He noticed he was running low on fuel. I eventually ran out of fuel, had to use the reserve tank. However, before that we did get caught in the rain. It was that crazy rain when the sun is bright and you can smell the rain heating up the road. My senses were heightened. I was high, high on the challenge I was giving myself. Pushing out the fear that I used to have about riding in the rain, running out of fuel (out in the middle of no where). We were lost, running on fumes. It really didn’t matter. I was feeling a sense of freedom. I was with my Beloved. I would always be safe with him. Riding in the rain, the warm rain, I really wanted to stop and have sex somewhere. He wanted to find a gas station.

We eventually found a town. Grabbed some grub & fuel, then headed for home.  I was thrilled when we hit another gravel road. The concrete just ends without warning. This road snaked in a few spots, however, it was wet. Wasn’t too bad, there were a few times when I could feel the rear tire slide. I played out thoughts in my mind of “what if.”

The evening air was cool against my skin. Sun was starting to go down, more bugs were hitting me. And the best was that my PSTD was pushed out. I felt good when we arrived home late in the evening. Riding for me is cheaper than therapy.

I apologize that this is a wordy Sinful Sunday post. I know that there is no erotic feel to it. However, to me it’s about my arousal. An arousal of my senses that I get when I’m riding.

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about learning to ride in the rain.”

“Traveling in a car is like watching a film; riding a motorcycle is like starring in it.”

“Motorcycle riding gives you a sense of freedom which you don’t get in a car, your senses take on a different significance.”

Sinful Sunday

Elust No.59

Photo courtesy of Frisky in the 916

Welcome to Elust #59

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 #60? Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Considering Cocks
I Love Interrogation, or Diabolical Genius
Yes all Women but Not All Men Rant

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

I Kissed A Girl (& Her Man) And I Liked It

10 Things No One Warns You About Nonmonogamy

 

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*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!

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Trigger Warnings from a Girl with PTSD
To Cheat or Not To Cheat
Why Trigger Warnings Are Important
On women in the world
Pillow Talk Secrets — We Have Lift Off!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Boundaries
Daddy doesn’t want to have sex with a virgin
Female Masturbation…Healthy, Not Sinful.
Partner Play – Dealing with Dildophobia
Tired Of Being Alone Some Relationship Advice
On Hang Ups
How to (almost) pick up women
Sex Smell

Erotic Fiction

Dark Fantasy
Exhibit ‘O’, Pt. 1
Her cock vs his cock
The Leopard Girl
Excerpt Two from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”
The Bachelor’s Prayer
Behind the bar

Writing About Writing

I’m Sheri and I Have a Shitty Author Persona

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Navigating The Waters of BDSM
Kink’s transgressions: breaking the rules
Edges, Limits and Boundaries
Feminist Beliefs vs Bedroom Preferences—help!
No Stupid (Kink) Questions: Identification
CollarMe – Return to Sender

Poetry

Facebook Fixation – a Lusty Limerick

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Pain From Long Ago
I Just Need to Fuck You!
Meet the Amazon
When I Am Laid in Earth
Undressing
Twice
The Night Club

Events

Yes, the G-Spot is Real

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