You don’t already read Girl on the Net‘s blog? Well, that’s okay – you can start after you’ve read this post (because you won’t regret it, I promise!). And Girl on the Net’s amazing memoir is just as hot as her blog, while adding what every memoir needs: a whole lot of wanking, some impressive sexual shenanigans, expanded stories that we never quite got to read enough of on her site, and some of the terrible rotten no-good very bad things that she did too.
Take one writer – that’d be Greta Christina – who kicks arse with her non-fiction and blogging, and then asks me to check out her book of her erotic fiction. I happen to like erotica, so I was pleased to say yes.
I’m glad I did, because this book is hot! It’s called Bending: Dirty Kinky Stories about Pain, Power, Religion, Unicorns, & More, and even if I’d never heard of Greta I’d be interested because a) wouldn’t you with all the dirty kinkiness? and b) oxford comma right there in the title (I do love me some oxford comma).
Today is day five of the Seven Wonderful Sins celebration, and the focus today is on the marvellous invention of SLOTH.
Sometimes there’s nothing better than just being totally utterly lazy. Kicking back, reading a book, enjoying the day going by. Especially when there’s a well-trained pet (aka Hylas) to fetch you drinks, take photographs, and do all the heavy lifting for you…
It’s been a difficult week in the Wankfest 2012 challenge. The masturbation has continued, but not at the joyous thrice-daily level that I have been achieving up to this point – Apollo had a bad cold last weekend and passed it on to me (alas!) – this after I successfully avoided catching Ailuros’. However being sick meant from Monday my energy levels began to drop precipitously, and some days this week only saw one session of wanking, as it was all I could manage. Rule 1 from my Title Deed then came into effect (‘Dee must care for her own physical, mental and emotional health’), which overrode everything else, including the challenge rules. Hence I am only masturbating as much as I am able to do so, which is okay with m’Lady – if not necessarily okay with me.
I first read Alan Moore’s thoughts on pornography – not to mention the human obsession with masturbation and fucking, and the history behind all things erotic – back when it was an essay floating around on the internet. Like all things Alan Moore, it was a bit off-beat, I disagreed with some aspects but agreed with the overall drift, and (most importantly) it made me think.
As a hard-covered book, expanded and edited and chock-full of art both historical and modern? The above still applies. And I get to re-read it, admire it, and ponder more about it.
Tickle My Tush, by Dr. Sadie Allison, just annoyed me. There were bits where I laughed, sure. And even bits where I learned things. But for a book that purports to be for ‘Everybooty’? It’s really, really, not.
So who’s this book really for? That would actually be monogamous heterosexual couples who’re looking to experiment with anal play. It says as much on the copyright page, in tiny text.
What does one have to do with the other? Well, when I was eight I memorised a poem for a class competition (and I won a book – I have always loved owning my own books, so it was a good incentive). The poem was an A.A. Milne one – and I memorised it well, so I’ve been able to recall it ever since.
Which is very handy if you’re being told to recite a poem whilst your inner labia are being pinched, pulled, squeezed, twisted, and otherwise tormented. A poem that you can remember – one that you can belt out the first verse of, albeit somewhat raggedly and with the occasional additional interjected swear word – is an extremely useful thing to have.
We’re moving house in two weeks. Life right now is a whirlwind of sorting, packing, cursing, labelling, and occasionally even going to work in-between it all (writing, alas, has moved so far down the must-do list that it’s been quite neglected).
It’s been four years since the last move, and it’s the first once in over a decade where the currently-owned stuff is larger than the place it’s going to be moved to. When means downsizing. Do we need this? Will we ever read that again? What in the hell was I thinking when I brought that home? One mother of a garage sale is going to take place before we shift – and won’t that be fun?
I adore books of erotica – I have shelves filled with anthologies and stories and hot sexy imagery. And one of the reason I own so many erotica books is because there are so many sexy stories to be told, and in so many different ways.
(And, of course, because reading them turns me on, and gets me off!)
Thus, I was delighted to be able to take part in the virtual book tour for my newest erotica acquisition, Please, Sir: Erotica Stories of Female Submission.
Last week I held my second general amnesty, asking folks to delurk and say hello. Well, seventeen people got up the courage to comment and share a bit about themselves! As a thank you, each of them (and you, dear readers) get a never-before-posted image.
Are you ready for a lot of photos? Here we go!keep looking »