This week’s Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot enjoys the new season’s opportunities for sex outside the bedroom. Stay creative by considering your options, such as a shaded country lane, an arena parking lot or a reeking Port-a-John.
Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find Bridget reporting the bride’s-eye view of her perfect wedding. Keep an eye on the dance floor: you may recognize a few flying feet.
Stalkers now have additional ways to find me, via Fetlife. Links are provided here and at right. Click along and add me to your network.
You won’t find me at Twitter, the allure of which continues to elude me. Apparently, the site’s purpose is to allow users to report on their activities and whereabouts at any given time. Who invented this? My mother? If I want you to know where I am right now, you already know. Otherwise, it’s none of your business—though you probably know anyway.
Now I need to run. Lillie’s packing and I should try to keep up.
4 comments:
...she's already called me twice already, asking why I'm not there to help.
Let's see how many more times she calls before I actually get there!
This just in: my Facebook account was terminated, as "Facebook does not allow users to register with fake names."
Or fake faces...
I was terminated on Nerve.com because according to the site, my hot stick figure portrait isn't really a picture of me.
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