Thursday, November 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving here in the U.S., and I'd like to wish a happy holiday to all my blog friends and readers. I have much to be thankful for, not the least of which is this blog and the people I've gotten to know in some small way. I'm very grateful that you take the time to look in on my posts. Your presence and your feedback is very much appreciated.

Rather than accompany this post with a standard pic of a family around the table enjoying a turkey dinner, here's a seldom-seen pic of what the first Thanksgiving actually looked like. Not quite the image I had from my grade-school textbooks. Those Pilgrim girls really had it going on, huh?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 15, 2013

FFF: Fuck Me

I gaped...speechless...then finally muttered, "Well fuck me...."

She pouted. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

I stammered. "Of course I like it. It's just that...."

"We agreed that we'd get one of my photographs enlarged to hang on the dining room wall. One that has special meaning to both of us."

I laughed. "That's right. I guess I thought you'd pick one of your shots from our Grand Canyon hike. Or maybe one from Aruba. Not one of our private...."

"This one's my favorite. Now help me hang it, your mother will be here for dinner in an hour."

(100 words)

The challenge this week was:

You have 100 words to make me cum (I hope this will give a smile - I'm pretty sure it won't make anyone cum.)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Adventures in Stalking

I'm on my way home the other night, and I had to stop and get a few things at the grocery store. I got to the store entrance at the same time as a woman, who was probably a bit older than me, nondescript looking, so I paused and nodded to her to go first.

I start my shopping, pick up a few things, then go to get some yogurts. I get there, and the woman I entered the store with is getting yogurts - and her cart is right in front of the ones I'm looking for, so I stand there and wait. She puts her things in her cart, realizes that she's been blocking my way, and moves her cart. I nod at her with a half smile - *not* flirting, just trying to convey, "No problem, thanks for moving your cart." But her reaction looks like one of alarm, and I'm a little shaken as I get my yogurt.

I'm thinking, "What the hell just happened?!?" That's the kind of interaction you have with people all the time in the grocery store. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't talk to random people in public. I often feel literally invisible in public places, and I kinda like that. But she was definitely alarmed by me. Does she think I'm following her around the store? I'm quite certain I didn't do anything creepy/stalkerish. I bumped into her twice, and simply tried to be courteous both times.

Well, there's nothing to do at this point but continue my shopping and hope I don't see her again. I get a few more things, then my final stop is ice cream. I round the corner into the frozen aisle...and wouldn't you know it, there she is getting ice cream. She looks up, sees me, and her look is now undisguised fear. She hurries off, as I wonder what kind of bizarro world I've gotten caught in.

I was done my shopping, and was wary of the checkout lines. I'm pretty sure she would have maced or pepper sprayed me if I'd gotten behind her at checkout. But thankfully I didn't see her again, and got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.


Monday, November 4, 2013

What Made Me Start?

Advizor posted over the weekend about his meeting with Ryan Beaumont. That sounds like a lot of fun, and I'm sure there was plenty of interesting conversation.

He poses these questions:
     What made you start?
     What is your origin story? Your first episode? Your original motivation?
     Why did you become a blogger?
The short answer: I'm a vain attention whore. I find writing/blogging very rewarding as a way to express myself.

I know, I've used that joke before, but it makes me laugh because there's so much truth in it.

The longer answer: I discovered a number of things about myself in my 30's that were completely unexpected. The first (as I've blogged about ad nauseum) is that in the right circumstances, I could be a sensual and a sexual beast. It's impossible to overestimate what a shock this was - I was a fairly repressed young man with a lot of mistaken (and mostly unexamined) ideas about sexuality and men and women and right and wrong. Discovering that there was a whole world I hadn't imagined was stunning, and continues to be a delightful surprise.

At the same time, I discovered that (again, in the right circumstances) I really enjoyed writing. Previous to that, my only writing experience was school assignments, which always felt painful. But I found that when writing about things I cared about, or felt strongly about, that the words flowed fairly effortlessly, and I really enjoyed expressing myself. I found some correspondents, and found that I loved writing about life, the universe, and everything. I also found that erotica flowed pretty freely from my keyboard, and got some enthusiastic feedback.

I can't honestly remember how I discovered this blogging community. But when I did discover it, I knew I wanted to be a part of it. I thought I had stories to tell, whether reminiscences from my past or figments of my active imagination. And I hoped for feedback.

I'm probably among the minority here in that my spouse is an avid reader. Before I started the blog, I pointed the Sensual Goddess at some sex blogs, and asked what she thought about me starting one. She was enthusiastically supportive, and remains so. She's also my first line of feedback - she never knows what's coming, but I tell her when I've posted something. Hearing laughter (at what I hoped would be funny) or "you're so damned bad" at other posts is much-appreciated feedback.

I am a vain attention whore, I couldn't possibly deny it. If the writing was the only important thing, I could write a story and save it on my laptop. But I don't leave it at that - I post it on the Internet for the whole world to see. And while I don't write with the goal of getting page hits or comments, you'd better believe I pay attention to page hits and comments. I *adore* hearing that a post of mine affected you in some way, and just seeing that you're reading this is a reward. I don't post or comment as much as I used to, but I can't see this blog going away. When I get an idea or feel inspired to post, I love having this outlet.