Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find me looking good in a sweater, making small talk over lunch, and keeping everyone content at an orgy—well, almost everyone.
Lily and I enjoy introducing each other to our friends. She so enjoyed meeting my crush Anna Smash that she agreed to keep Anna’s sexy boyfriend cozy on a business trip to the city.
Wendy thanks me for keeping my clothes on, for a change.
Janie finds that she can put her lunch hour to productive use so long as she is disciplined.
What do you get when sex bloggers orgy? Why, an orgy of sex blogging! Four reported in from the most recent gathering of my sex parties.
Eden finds Boymeat and his single tail whip before taking me to a quiet corner in order to make one hell of a lot of noise. Later, she compiles a list of cherries she has yet to collect. You know, Eden, you might want to get to work on that—you aren’t getting any younger, dear.
Tilda warmly held my hands—inside her body. Repeatedly.
Orgies can be great fun. They can also leave you feeling insecure, as Jocasta found when her high came crashing down.
The elated Lynsey keeps the ink flying with new sexy stick figures. She’s at a loss for words when shit happens, she’s a fly on the wall overhearing the darnedest things, and she pulls out a dictionary to define a few sex terms new to her experience.
This weekend, the DJ booth at the Smut Turntable is manned by Desire, a young rocker, sex rebel and dumpster-diving chef from down D.C. way. I was eager to get her mind between the ‘phones, given that she’s a musician with a fine flair for smut. She's also one for getting her naked self painted, which goes over big around these parts.
She’s easy on the eyes, sure, but let’s see how she is on the ears.
Speaking of easy, I could use some of that. This has been some week.
I need a vacation.