Thank you, Molly.

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

Is there such a thing as a ride tester? (The Tony ride, continued)

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Yes, I took him home. Yes, we had sex; a few times. Yes, it was amazing. Yes, he slept over, we woke up together, had more sex. I got lost in the warm of his furry and strong chest.

But there was no talk of what it meant, of what it changed, if anything. No questions about my status with Fox. It just was what it was.

Later that day as I slung a heavy bag onto my shoulder, I was reminded of the bruise there, left by his teeth. I like that feeling, and I told him. Otherwise, we didn’t communicate the rest of the day or night.

I wanted more of him. I wanted to lose myself in his sensuality and our connection and just be with him. I wasn’t thinking about what it meant; if anything, I knew it meant nothing other than we wanted to spend some time together.¬† Continue reading

Tony met Shenanigans. Hy didn’t meet Fox.

Hy and I are side by side on my purple leather couch. We are both still exceedingly hungover from our previous evening. 

“I’m pretty sure this is what half-dead feels like”, she says.

I have a lot to say, but it’s not going to be right now. Here are some quick facts to tide you over:

Fox has decided again that he’s done. He didn’t meet Hy. We didn’t even make it to the farmers market.

I’ve seen Tony twice in the last two days.

Shenanigans met Tony, in my house. They shook hands. Tony brought us all lattes.

Shenanigans came over the night before, after Hy and I had been out partying. I was otherwise occupied, throwing up and passing out from too much red wine. 

So Shenanigans fell prey to the wonder of Hyacinth Jones. We think she started it, but the details are a little fuzzy. 

Hy and I shared a bed with both Tony and Shenanigans. Maybe at the same time.

We’ve now heard (and seen, in one case), the other having sex.

Lots of cheese and wine has been consumed.

It’s been a wild and fun weekend and we aren’t even done yet. 

10 days post “incident”

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A week ago, I told Fox I needed space and time to think. At the time, I told him he’d forced my hand: had he not freaked out, I would have been relaxing into our relationship, giving it time, and sorting my head out.

But since he broke up with me, betrayed my trust, and said some pretty shitty things in the process, I wasn’t about to get back together when I was unsure.

I told him that last week in our long phone call. I don’t want to get back together with him just to continue to have doubts, and then break up with him. If I’m going to take him back, then I need to know I’m choosing him, every single day. Continue reading

Selfie Sunday | Wherein I learned from the master

Last Sunday morning, I was in Hy‘s living room as she ordered me around:

Stick your ass out.

Move away from the candle.

Don’t hold the phone that way.

Twist to the right. More!

Lower, that’s nice.

Take shots constantly! Continue reading

Broken up or on a break & my 78 day to-do list

Cara asked me if Tony and I had broken up or if we are on a break. It’s a fair question.

I have to think about it as a break up, from a brain / logic perspective. I need to move on, date, assume I will never again rest my head on his fuzzy chest. I need to try to not¬†think about what he’s doing or who he’s doing it with. I know some of his issues are situational but many are just who he is. He’s not worth the aggravation and pain and all that. And he probably doesn’t love me the way I think he does – inertia is strong with him and perhaps he just couldn’t be bothered saying he didn’t feel that way about me.

Therefore, a break up.

But. Continue reading