The first half of this story can be found here.
I am not one for evocative sex writing. In my opinion, I don’t write erotica – I don’t write sex well (although some of you have kindly said I do, so thank you), I don’t have the words to describe body parts other than their slang or actual term, or sexual activities and can’t make everything sound beautiful or sexy.
But I suppose those of you who read, aren’t reading because I can make things sound like a Harlequin romance.
His version of the night, which is lovely, can be found here. Continue reading
If you haven’t read part one, you may want to. He finished his version before I finished my part two, so wanted to go ahead and share it with you.
These are his unedited words. You can see why I bask in them. Enjoy.
Honestly, I never thought we’d meet. Not out of lack of interest, mind you, but circumstances, distances and timing always seemed to work against us. But interest? Oh, interest was always there…how could it not be? For over two years, we’d danced a delicate dervish of flirtation and fantasy, getting to know one another’s nooks and crannies mentally, if not physically. From the start, she’d hooked me with her words; her passionate honesty, her fervid adventures, her moments of joy and yes, her moments of doubt. Every single word written with a delightful blend of intimate truthfulness and evident lust. The very combination that drives a man like me wild. Continue reading
“You’re made of awesome, Ann”.
I’ve known this man for over two years. We met through our blogs – I no longer remember how. Despite a lack of appreciation for poetry, his caught my eye. His stories were hot, and he was a prolific weaver of words. He was a staunch supporter on my blog.
We became friends; he told me I was his muse, that he could barely believe a woman like me existed. He filled my inbox and my ears with a steady stream of poems and stories written just for me, and with promises that men like him existed in my real life. Those who would embrace the woman I was and support my desires without judgment.
Men who would adore me, delight in me, and fuck me silly. Continue reading
I’m hoping you can all learn from my fuck-ups. And no, I don’t mean the recent relationship that ended really badly. Well, not the relationship part.
As I’m spending a bunch of time deleting content and figuring out how to keep other content away from the wrong eyes, it occurred to me that I, Ann St. Vincent, could provide a list of “what not to do” to keep your blogging content away from some of the people in your life.
Some of this also applies to you as a reader. You’d probably be surprised to know what I can learn about you when you engage on a blog.
Some of it may be obvious, but I thought I was safe and I wasn’t. Here goes: Continue reading
This is a full re-blog of Molly’s Top 100 Sex Bloggers post that she put up today. A MASSIVE congratulations to my friend Hyacinth who is a well-deserved #1. I was also thrilled to see Ferns in the top 10 as well.
(And of course, I’m honored to be in the top 20).
If you don’t follow Molly, check her out. She’s an amazingly prolific blogger and wonderful supporter of the sex blogger community.
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I recently wrote about meeting the blogger Grey Knight. Turns out, he wrote about meeting me as well. I always find it fascinating to see myself through others’ eyes, and this is no exception.
If you’re interested, you can read his account of our meeting here: Meeting Ann St Vincent.
And in other news, I’m only starting to feel like myself again. This illness kicked the crap out of me the last week. I’ve seen Tony just once but we’ve talked on the phone every day. I’m not sure my head is in a much better place, in fact I’d still say I’m morose, since he told me yet again he’s not 100% sure he’s not going to go back to his ex. While I don’t want to read into it, it does help explain why he doesn’t like “labels” like “exclusive” or “boyfriend” because those show a commitment he can’t quite make. It definitely helps me explain why I haven’t met his son. Etcetera.
And there’s no vacation set yet. He asked his ex (I’m sure he didn’t say he was going with a GIRLFRIEND) and she wasn’t “all that receptive” to him being gone for five days. So looks like I’m at her mercy in more ways than one. He insists he wants to go away with me. It’s not personal.
I don’t want to write about it. I don’t want to think about it. But the record keeps playing in my head.
If you don’t follow Molly Moore, you should. She’s a wonderful community builder and blogger who publishes daily and runs a number of memes and projects. And her photos are lovely.
For the last few years, she’s published an annual Top 20 sex bloggers list. It’s had what I consider to be true superstars of sex blogging and I’ve admired them all.
So I was surprised to find myself on the 2015 list two nights ago.
Completely. Fucking. Surprised. Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends! I’m pretty sure blog traffic dies today – it did last year – as everyone drives all over, cooks turkeys, watches American Football (naturally), and online shops.
That’s what Thanksgiving is all about, right?
I’m thankful every day for what I have, so my attitude toward days like this is similar to Valentine’s Day and New Year’s resolutions; one day a year doesn’t suffice, but sometimes focus is good. Continue reading
This post is long overdue; but my world post-trip turned into a Fox shit show and I got completely sidetracked.
Some of you may follow the Grey Knight; a male blogger profiling the many dates and sexual escapades he’s had on his post-split dating journey.
Given the relatively rare number of male non-fiction dating / sex bloggers, I found him shortly after starting my own blog, and have read all of his posts since. Continue reading