I had multiple ideas for the before and after prompt. Some fictional. Some fact, some sexy, some not. Most of the ones based on personal experiences are long since past, while the after maybe still remain in my life in terms of being part of my life experience it isn’t ongoing as such. Then I was lost down a rabbit hole of music on YouTube and Spotify and I came across a song that got me thinking about before and after where the after is still very much my present and I decided that should be my post for this week.
It’s factual. It’s honest. It’s emotional. It’s lovey-dovey and it’s a lot of things I never really take the time to say, to myself or anyone else.
The plan was to publish as last weeks #ShareOurShitSaturday post, but I underestimated how long it might take. Then I figured it was perfect for Masturbation Monday because let’s be honest a lot of the content I am about to share has made me want to do just that and not just on Monday’s. Once again though I really wanted to do this post right and vanilla work meant I just couldn’t quite squeeze in completely the final few flourishes to this post. Which means you get it as a Christmas Day treat.
If you find yourself on this list thank you for making me smile, and in some cases possibly shed a tear. The sex blogging community is about so much more than smut and seduction, it’s about sharing our thoughts about life, building friendships and supporting and encouraging each other in a variety of ways. That isn’t to say though that your presence here doesn’t also mean I’ve perved over or used your smut for my own debauched methods of entertainment because while that isn’t the only thing I enjoy about the sex blogging community, it definitely is one of them.
Some of my wonderful blogging pals have done their own round-ups, one of whom is May More and I will confess I have unashamedly stolen her method for listing my Top 20. Which means they will be listed according to where they placed on MollysDailyKiss Top 100 Sex Blogs 2018 list. Apart from the 6 who weren’t on that list, but we shall get to why of that later.
Now though I won’t waffle any longer and keep you waiting, here are my Top 20 Bloggers of 2018.
As many of you will know I entered the Smut Marathon 2018, which has no come to an end. We are now able to sign up for the Smut Marathon 2019 and our wonderful host Marie has confirmed that the minimum of 20 people have now signed up. It is now a case of the more the merrier. I’ll be honest and say I entered on a whim for 2018. I saw someone mention figured it might be a good way to further my writing and my blog and went for it. I had very little knowledge about what it was going to entail.
What it entailed was me writing the following pieces …
Fluid My body melts under his touch, he is the flame, I am the wax, I am fluid beneath him, I drip, drip, drip as he burns me with his desire
The Disciple The hot water cascades over his body, cleansing him as his ritual begins. Once dry he adorns himself with his symbols of submission. Reciting his mantra with every buckle he fastens. ‘I am bound to only you, I serve you with reverence and devotion.’ He is like the High Priest, called to worship at the temple of her body. I am their disciple. I bear witness to their passion, as I am baptised by the glory of their love.
That was it for me. Including titles, I wrote 112 words for the Smut Marathon. I was out after Round 2. My aim had been to make it halfway and honestly I thought I had that in the bag when it started out, which makes the saying ‘pride comes before a fall’ exceptionally relevant here. Leaving when I did though was the best thing that could have happened to me and I want to share the why of that with you and if my thinking encourages more of us to enter in 2019 then that is a bonus.
This weekend we will find out who has made it onto MollysDailyKiss Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2018 List. I can’t deny that I’m hoping to both be on the list, and place higher than I did last year, especially as I think my blog and my content is so much better than it was then. However, the competition is fierce. There is such a wide variety of awesome sex bloggers out there, doing work that stretches far beyond what I can ever conceive of doing, that even if I didn’t make the list being pipped to the post by 100 amazing talents is something I can definitely handle.
And I meant it. Every word, from the bottom of my filthy little heart. I am consistently inspired by and blown away by the talent and creativity of my fellow bloggers.
When Molly published her Top 100 Sex Blogs 2018 I was at work. I work in a very busy kitchen at the moment, making people’s dinners and hopefully making their bellies full and their dining experience enjoyable. This means I generally have very little time to check my phone. When I did glance at it on Friday night, I saw snippets of Twitter notifications that I found to be lovely but perhaps a little overzealous. The last Tweet I had published was about having an #SoSS post scheduled, yet people were giving heartfelt well done’s and congratulations. I was very puzzled.
Note: I mention the Top 100 Sex Blogs 2018 list by MollysDailyKiss and how the results are imminent. The results actually went live last night & are somewhat different from my reflections in this post. I’ve chosen to leave the post as is though.
It’s been a whole month since I did a #SoSS post! Mostly because I’ve been knackered and busy with new work and I’ll be totally honest blogging, both writing and reading, had to take a back seat for me to function like a normal human! BUT I’m feeling a bit more with it now, caffeine, vitamins and embracing naps has worked wonders. So without further ado let’s share some downright sexy blog posts from my fellow bloggers.
I did know the rules or should I say his rules and I thought they were fucking stupid. Not least of all because they weren’t my rules, but they were still imposing on my life and spoiling my fun. I wouldn’t mind if she was saying no, because she didn’t want it, but saying no when she did want it, just made no sense to me.
Rules aside, she began to remove her clothes, leaving nothing on but her white shirt and her tights, sheer with a hint of blue, I wanted nothing more than to rip them from her body, before pushing her thighs apart and delving tongue first into her delicious, wet cunt.
I think my desire for her is a form of madness, it twists in my gut, makes my mind foggy and pushes out any sense of propriety. Which always worked very well for us, friendship and passion combining, we would spend hours talking, fucking and exploring our mutual interest in photography.