I’m up way too early this Saturday morning, blog pimpin is not easy, can’t believe I just said that. I’ve been busy setting up online profiles all with the intent of networking and promoting the soon to be published collection of six books.
The Books
Originally, I wanted to publish the books all at the same time, this was wishful thinking. So instead, I will release the six books throughout the year, I’m being positive. I want the books bought and read so it has to be 100% perfect, a heartfelt thanks to the lovely person who gave me some excellent advice and support regarding this:). Publishing the books is all I have ever wanted, but with me I get fixated on one thing and forget that I have a gazillion other things to do as well as writing stories and of course the blog.
Now I might be on the front cover of the books, a huge might, perhaps in fetish gear, mmm, saucy eh?
The Bus
I never did get around to telling the story about what happened when I was on a bus a few weeks ago, there I was listening to my Ipod trying to figure out how long the bus driver was going to be at the traffic lights. I noticed this couple at the back of the bus and he had his head leaned back against the window, and she must have had her hands underneath his coat.
She was wanking him off and I’m thinking, can she see me looking, can he see me looking, are they going to stop. So me being nosey, I turn the volume right down on my Ipod and listen.
“She’s looking”
“So what, makes it more kinky, you wait until I get you home”
“Oh fuck”
“That’s right, I’m going to fuck your brains out”
He lets out a sigh, then a moan and a groan, then she winks at me and smiles.
They get off the bus, he clearly has a stiffy, a massive erection and she looked like the stereotypical butter would not melt. I love women like that, mainly because I’m that type too. Seriously I doubt anyone would guess that I write the kind of stories that I do without me telling them.
But put me in a room with the right person and it is on, sex toys, fetish, kink and BDSM.
What turned me on was that this lady was in total control, she had that man groaning on the back of the bus and she was going to screw him silly when they got home. He looked like a Pussy Eater, so I bet he licked her clean.
Public sex is sooo naughty, it’s the shag in the park, on a bench or in the grass, watch those grass stains. It could be at the back of the pub, your hands in her pussy, or their hands on your cock.
If you are subtle, there is always the knee trembler. You rub the person that you are dancing with at a club or party and make their knees shake and if you know how to use your assets, you might actually make them come.
Is daggering, the dutty rub up and scrub up to a slow jam or Lover’s Rock, public sex? I think it is sort of, they relieve sexual frustration. If I want a fuck without fucking, I can go out, have a dance, rub my hands up and down a man, back my arse up on his cock, make him hard, feel his cock more or less in my pussy, without him taking my clothes off. Although by the time I’ve finished with him he might actually want to remove my clothing.
I’ve had so called “straight girls” whine on me, bump my pussy and cop a feel of my tits. It is really easy to hide behind a dance, if you are not openly bi, you can flirt with other women and nobody even cares. But the last time, I had a dance with a woman, she wanted to take me home, rather bold considering her hubby looked totally pissed off, pussy blocker!! Straight, bi, gender fluid all these labels, wouldn’t it be so much easier, if people fucked who they wanted to fuck and that was it with no questions asked?
I kind of get the label thing though, I thought I was strictly dickly for years…
Lust
I’m often asked if writing about sex so much gets to me, of course it does. Sometimes, I’ve finished a story and think I need some sex now, right now. And when I’m like that, I feel sorry for anyone who is in my vicinity because I might just pounce or get really super pushy.
Horny writing makes a horny writer horny when she writes about horny sex.
Tongue twister? I wish.
My self inflicted celibacy has been pants really, three months I lasted. Three interesting, “Am I really celibate, or am I just turning down dick and pussy because I think I should” months, I wanted to be celibate for at least six months, to get some clarity. But can sex bloggers and writers be celibate? They can be, I was celibate when I began writing this blog, it has been said that my writing changes when I’ve had sex, not sure how true that is. Is it the afterglow that makes me write better? I just like writing kinky stories, is all, with or without a playmate, lover, link, buddy or partner.
The problem with dating guys or women who know about my blog is that I get nervous, I worry that they expect me to be just like my blog persona. Perhaps, I could try not telling them, be anonymous. However all of that is irrelevant if they are extremely kinky and open minded, would I consider a long term playmate, maybe, just maybe if they were totally cool with what I am about.
But then again, sometimes, variety really is the spice of life…
Kinky Blessings
Pashun
