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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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The Skye has no limits…at least with me

It’s no secret that I love porn, but what might be a little less known is that I have a favourite porn actor. I have a HUGE crush on Manuel Skye…seriously, check this dude out. Of course, there are the obvious reasons, he’s hung, muscled and handsome. He’s also an awesome top, but with just a little research it’s easy to find out that he’s also smart, practices Yoga (that would explain the awesome flexibility) and has a very strong spiritual side. For me, this is an awesome mix. Add to the mix that he’s Canadian (the French accent is a big turn on) and I’ve got a slam dunk. SLAM DUNK? OMG he’s got me using sports metaphors, he must be good.

When I was growing up, closeted, conservative and very religious there was no place for sex and spirituality to mix. Even in a church approved marriage, sex was not only allowed, but even encouraged and expected, they could happen along side each other – – – under ordained circumstances but they were always separate, spirit and sex never merged.  

Then I discovered Tantric massage and my life changed, sex could be a spiritual experience. My first experience was through the Body Electric School in New York City, and I’ve since developed it further through The Awaken Studio here in Toronto. Sex and physical pleasure can be a distraction, an amusement, a way to connect with another person, even a way to create new life, but it can also bring us closer to our true selves and to something much greater than ourselves, and THAT, my friends, is always a spiritual experience. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a spiritual experience with a certain French Canadian porn star and my own holy hands.

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Why Woof the Woof?

I’ve connected with a lot of guys on line. Some have become friends, some have become friends with benefits, some have become very good friends with excellent benefits and some were great fucks. Lately I’ve discovered that I’m not overly interested in connecting. Justin (who I met on line BTW) is keeping me very busy in that department and even though we have a very open Poly relationship I’m finding myself not overly interested in connecting in person…yet still I “WOOF”.

Why Woof if I’m not planning to meat anyone? I’ll admit, that sometimes I wander the “dating” sites in the same way I’d wander the Bath Houses, checking things out, open to possibilities but not desperate for them.

Lately I’ve realized that it’s more than that. Every time I get a woof or a like or a thumbs up or a “how you doing?” it’s a little ego boost, a little pat on the back, a little validation. The nerdy, lonely, closeted teen I used to be stands a little taller and feels a little of the love. That hit draws me in.

Maybe I should be at a place in my life where I don’t need validation from strangers and I’m working toward it. In the mean time, thanks for the woofs, be good to each other and know that if I woof you, it’s because you’re totally Woof worthy.

Oh, BTW

WOOF!

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Just the tip…of what I’m writing now

It’s been years since I’ve written erotica and I’d forgotten how fun it is. Sifting through my memories from last weekend, deciding what details to include, which ones to leave out. Figuring out to manipulate the words on the screen so you, the reader, gets the full impact of the amazing sex that happened and hopefully get off is challenging but SO MUCH FUN. I have to admit that thinking about people all over the world getting off to my writing, sharing the physical and emotional pleasure of my own experiences is a huge turn on.

I’m hoping to have my next story and Then His Husband Came Home  up by the end of the weekend, but here’s a short excerpt of what I’ve got so far:

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He holds my gaze for a moment before brushing his lips gently against mine. I can barely feel him and yet…

We’ve been dating for almost a year, his kiss shouldn’t still be taking my breath away, but it does. His lips are intoxicating and his touch leaves me owned. My hand reaches around his neck and I pull him harder to me, my mouth opens for his tongue and he takes full advantage of my invitation. He pushed me further into the sofa, my back arching to meet him as he slides a hand under my T-shirt, pulling it impulsively from my jeans, the cool air against my lower back makes me shiver, he grinds himself against me, pushing my thighs apart with his knees. Today is going to be his day to have his way with me; I’m more than happy to submit. I’ll turn the tables on him later.

His mouth works hungrily down my neck and over my collar bone, my shirt is jerked up, exposing my pecs. He’s impatient. His hunger made me horny as fuck, and horny for a fuck. I pull his head to my chest.

“Suck my tit.” I hadn’t meant to sound so desperate.

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More to cum, I promise…

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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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Missing my Super Bulges

Just finished watching Black Widow with my youngest (14 years) and I’m torn. I love seeing films with strong, smart women in the leads, it’s empowering without being condescending, inclusive without being preachy.

HOWEVER – I miss muscle men in speedos showing up to save the day. When I was feeling out of place and alone in junior-high, Batman would sweep into my imagination with his bulgy black Speedo, his jagged cape and his firm jaw to save me. I’m still sure it was Aquaman’s firm butt that got me onto the swim team in high school where I could wear my own Speedo without feeling self-conscious; I’m also sure he’s at least partially responsible for overdeveloped Speedo/Underwear fetish. And DON’T get me started on Spiderman…ok, let’s talk about Spiderman, who was regularly squatting with his thighs spread so provocatively. Sigh, he could wrap me up in his web ANYtime he wanted.  If only there was some radioactive spider to bite me and transform my overly scrawny frame into that muscled web spinner. WAIT, I’m confusing myself, did I want to be Spiderman or did I want to have (or be had by) Spiderman? I guess the beauty of fantasies is that I can have both.

Soooooo. Go girl power, Scarlett Johansson is great and I LOVE that a woman, Cate Shortland, directed (brilliantly I might add) but please I miss my Super Speedo Bulges.

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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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