Tag: erotica

IT’S OUT OF THE BAG

The cat (and a few other things) are out of the bag.

After a few days at Riverside, I finally had to pack up and head back to the real world.

Damn, work can get in the way of your life, can’t it? As I’m saying goodbye to my good buddies, Patrick gives me a hug and says “see you on the 15th”, Greg shoots him a dirty look, not sexy dirty, but “Dude, he’s not suppose to know” dirty.

As far as I know – up to this point – the 15th is a brunch that Justin and his hubbies are planning for me, followed by a little frolic (as often happens at their place) for my birthday. Now I know differently, but I have to backtrack a little.

A few months ago, after a particularly experimental session Justin and I were lolling about in a sweaty mass of post coital glow when the topic turned to unfulfilled sexual fantasies. Well, neither Justin or I have been particularly reticent in this department, so the list was small…unless you include truly fantastic fantasies (I have yet to have sex with an actual satyr) but there was one thing that had never quite come together, butt – and this is a big butt – it’s happening on the 15th.

My awesome man is planning a gang bang on my birthday.

Followed by a lovely brunch of course…we have to be civilized about these things.

Now…I need to get my hands on that guest list…and the guests. I promise a full report when it’s over and I’ve recovered.

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Checkin’ ALL my Boxes

About a year ago, I decided it was time for a boyfriend. My therapist agreed, she hadn’t a few months earlier, and encouraged me to get clear on the kind of guy I wanted.

I went a little overboard; I have a habit of doing that. What if I could design a truly perfect boyfriend? It was an interesting exercise, that forced me to get clear on what mattered. 

I started brainstorming big things first: sexual compatibility, humour, etc., then I got a little silly, writing down every little thing that would make him perfect, including a very narrow age range, a part of the city and even the sort of job he should have. Then I edited clearing out things that weren’t REALLY important, narrowing down to the dealbreakers.

A few random weeks later I randomly woofed some random dude on Scruff; I woof a LOT so this wasn’t a big deal.

Then he woofed back.

“Hey Sexy, what’s up?”

And this is how it started. It’s been almost a year later and I’m convinced that there’s a power in clear intentions, you can call it manifesting or energy or whatever you want, but this dude who makes me laugh, melts my heart, hardens my cock and always puts a smile on my face has ticked off ALL of the boxes, even the ridiculous ones that didn’t really matter.

Now if only I’d added a box about his choice in entertainment…good thing there’s a little common ground…and a little compromise there. It was nice to see how they finally found Dory.

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Heady for Hugh

 

Is it just me, or is Hugh Jackman almost perfect? It’s not fair. He’s got a face that smolders handsome, masculine energy but can break into a boyish grin that melts hearts. He literally has the body of a superhero – I’d woof for Wolverine ANY day – and he tap-dances. Just to highlight how drastically unfair the world is, he’s also a great guy who everyone speaks well of: smart, kind, funny, charming…the list goes on.

If he were gay and into me, then he’d be perfect. He can play gay (check him out in “The Boy From Oz”) now if only he could be gay…and REALLY into me…and living in Toronto…and REALLY, DEEPLY into me.

Sigh.

Until then, I’ll have to rely on my imagination…oh…and my boyfriend…because I have an awesome boyfriend. I wonder if Justin can do an Australian accent.

I’m just kidding Justin, I know you’re gonna read this and I’m wild about you just the way you are and if Hugh shows up on my doorstep, I promise to have him wait until you can get here, something tells me there’s plenty to go around.   

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Porn vs. Erotica

Writing out my session with Justin and Adam (one of his husbands) as my next erotic story is taking longer than expected. Not only do I keep stopping to release the pressure in my pants. Damn that was a good afternoon., but I keep wondering if I’m writing porn or erotica, not that it matters, I’m a big fan of both, but these are the things that send me down very sexy and often time-consuming rabbit holes. I guess I could do a little research on the subject, but that’s not as much fun for this nerd-a-luscious dude as wandering around in my own brain.  

What IS the difference between porn and erotica? For me, it’s not the graphic details, I’m including a lot of those and it’s definitely not the subject matter, my erotica is about SEX. So, what is it?

I’ve settled on this: Porn is about the sex and only sex. Erotica is about more than that, it brings in character, situation, relationships. In the same way that a good song in a musical isn’t just a good song; it also has to reveal character or advance the plot, in erotica good sex isn’t just good sex, it is integral to the life of the character and their story…in this case me. My romp with Justin and Adam was definitely integral.

Damn, now I have to go release a little more pressure.

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My Boyfriend is dating an erotic writer.

Justin, my boyfriend, and I are training for a marathon on the Bruce Trail. We started at point 0 in Queenston (Niagara) and went to the Inniskillin Winery and back on our first day. Today went on from the Winery. Stopping for lunch by the Niagara River looking over to New York State, I told him I was taking my erotic writing more seriously, starting this blog and relaunching my Amazon publishing page that I dabbled in almost a decade ago. I told him I’d be writing about all my favourite nerdy stuff: History, Ghosts, Pirates, Travel, Superheroes, we talked about how they would all have to include romance because I’m slut, but I’m a very romantic slut.

He said that nothing I wrote could be as hot as our session yesterday. It was AWESOME. I’m not sure how I have the energy to be training today. So, I’m adding autobiography to the list, and I’m starting with our marathon session yesterday. I’ll get it up on Amazon by the end of the week.

Back on the trail Justin turns to me, smiles and says “I’m dating an erotic writer; everything in my life is better with you in it.” This guy – he melts my heart and stiffens my cock. It’s an awesome combination.

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