Over the years I’ve put up a few dozen comics and cartoons on this site. They’re fun, they’re quick, and they amuse me greatly. I’m not a terrific artist by any means, barely a decent cartoonist, but I’ve got a few skills.
Regular readers know that I also moonlight as a writer. I’ve got a couple novel length projects, some shorter stuff, some kids stories. None of them are ‘finished’, they all need some serious editing, but I’m getting better at it.
Anyway, I finished a first draft of a novel last month and I’ve been kind of wishy washy over what I should do next. I’m doing NaNoWriMo again this year, which starts in November. According to the rules we’re supposed to start a new project on the first day and finish the draft by the end of the month, equaling 50K words. I’ve done a couple before, they’re fun.
But the dilemma is, what do I do in the interim? I don’t want to start some serious project that might not be done before NaNo, but I also don’t want to waste the time by not writing. Continue reading
It was Sunday morning. Vivian got an early text from B, saying that she was going to swing by for a bit. Yes, the same B that remarked that I’d looked like Vivian’s bitch the previous day. The comment didn’t bother me because she hadn’t seen me and Vivian together outside the club.
We all had coffee and a laid back chat. B and Vivian are frequent playmates and both kinky, so the conversation quickly got dirty. Her and Vivian talked about how awesome it was to be fisted. Then Vivian looked at me, turned to B, and remarked at how it would be really awesome to both get fisted at the same time.
Vivian worried for a moment that she’d made me uncomfortable but as far as I was concerned the only thing better than one beautiful, naked woman in Australia was two beautiful, naked women in Australia. If they wanted to play than I was all for it. Continue reading
Vivian had Christmas eve and day off, so that was the first significant time during the trip that we could spend the together uninterrupted. That morning we took a leisurely couple hours playing before getting out of bed. It was nice not to have to rush or feel bad about making her late for work. Her hip was bothering her a bit but we managed to work around it pretty well.
A few days earlier, Vivian had asked me how I met Sharn. I told her that I was a blogger and shared a link to this blog. Afterwards, I asked her what she wanted to be called in future posts since I’d be writing about the visit. Christmas Eve morning she decided on Vivian as her nom de plume.
I forget how the topic came up, but that morning Vivian also threatened to turn me into her Christmas tree for the year. The previous Christmas Vivian had suspended B (who will come up a few times in these posts) upside down, wrapped her in Christmas lights, and inserted a lit candle into her. Vivian showed me a photo she took of the “Christmas tree”, it was both erotic and artistic. She threatened to buy a Santa hat and use me for her tree that year. I wasn’t entirely opposed to that idea. Continue reading
If you read the post about the big freaking spider you know I need to introduce Vivian. Well, it’s more than just that one, pretty much every important story from Australia revolves around her. When I’m on a trip I like to take notes about the little details that really make the moments, the specific words used, the order of the actions, and I have to say that my notes about my first night with Vivian are quite amusing. It’s a condensed version of the following story and it makes me smile a lot to read the notes, remember, and write about it.
When I arrived in Australia, staying with Sharn for two weeks, it became apparent that she was going to be quite a bit busier with Cern than she originally thought. She suggested that I spend a bit more time with her roommate, Vivian. Well, she actually said that Vivian had told her that the only reason I was staying with them was to torture her. She also said that if I was going to spend more time with Vivian to be careful with her, that she hadn’t had an easy year.
Vivian hadn’t been around a whole lot until that point, we’d had a few short conversations but that was about it. She was cute, fun, and could hold a good conversation but I didn’t really know much about her. I decided that should change. (Just so you know, she’s read some of this blog and chose her own pseudonym for these posts.) Continue reading
I had a long talk with my mom the other night. My parents had just returned from an extended weekend trip to a very small town on the coast. We talked about a lot of things and came around to the difficulty my mom had finding a paperback to read on the long road trip back home.
There were plenty of books for my mom to choose from but apparently small town life leads to lonely hearts and most of the books were romance novels. My mom is more of a crime thriller woman. She was amazed at how many romance novels there were and that they were so popular.
Her opinion, why would she read about romance when she already has love in her life? Continue reading
**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent. These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics. So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**
For most of my time with Ann her son stayed with his father. We’d arranged the trip and their schedules to make sure we had plenty of alone time. Even with the scheduling there were a couple times when her son was around, which didn’t bother me at all.
Part of the reason for the trip to see Ann in her own city was to let us see each other in a more natural, realistic setting. Before, we spent five days on vacation together, which was fun but not necessarily an accurate picture of each other in our day to day lives. Her son and family are a large part of her life, obviously we needed to know if I could fit in. So, hanging out with her son was a vital part of the trip.
The first morning that he was with us he pulled out his Legos. Continue reading
It often surprises people when I tell them that I don’t try and get laid when I’m between relationships. Popular opinion would say that all men are constantly trying to get into a woman’s pants, any woman’s pants. I can’t vouch for all men, but that certainly isn’t the case for me. Anymore, at least.
Why not? Because of nights like this one:
Last year I was going through a dry spell, but worse than that I was really bored.
One night I get a message on one of the dating sites from an attractive older lady. A lot older. She was actually only a few years younger than my Mom. I don’t mind an age gap but this was practically a generational gap. Normally that would be an instant disqualification for me… but I was bored and she had a nice profile. She seemed like a genuine person and was interested in me, big points in her favor. We’ll call her Christine.
Christine was looking for a serious to long term relationship, or at least that’s what she had listed on her profile. I was still recently divorced and not looking for anything long term at all.
But… I was bored so I wrote her back. She wanted to meet up for drinks that Friday night. Continue reading
(Long Distance Date Night)
“That is so fucking hot…”
I don’t think that thought has ever run through my head so often.
Ann and I had been discussing some sexy video chatting for a while but the time difference and busy schedules kept getting in the way. Last night we finally found the time and it was awesome, really awesome. She mentioned it herself in a post this morning, Three tidbits to share.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect, I’ve never done any sexual video chatting before. I almost felt a little awkward at the suggestion. What do I do? What do I say? How the hell do I position my laptop? Continue reading
Has anyone else noticed that most sex advice columns are total bullshit? Sure, they might sound like they have a clue what they’re talking about, but once you dig a little bit you realize they’re full of shit and just regurgitating the same advice they read on another bullshit site.
For example, (I’ve chopped it down for readability without changing the content too much, you can verify by reading the original here. I’m not calling out that site specifically, but this type of advice. **Edit, the site has since been removed but I’m too lazy to find another bullshit sex advice column and they’re pretty much all the same anyway**.) here is some advice provided on an actual relationship and sex advice blog here on WordPress:
Ways to spice up your now boring sex life:
1. Dress up. It is so fun to dress up and get into character. Be creative and daring. You have the maid, cops and robber, dirty teacher, sexy stripper, handyman, etc.
2. Candles and bubbles. You and your partner can take a nice cozy bubble bath with candles throughout the bathroom.
3. Games. Playing games in the bedroom is another way to bring some excitement and fun into the relationship. There are sexy adult games in adult novelty stores or you can make up your own.
Ok, those don’t sound so terrible, do they? Those tips might help a bored couple spice up their sex life, right? Then why am I saying that advice is retarded? Because it is. Continue reading