quiet in blogland

Rumours of my demise are greatly exaggerated, I promise. 🙂

For those of you who enjoy reading sex blogs, it’s been pretty slim pickings – apparently I’m not the only one stuck in a weird malaise. With Bacchus gone, DW and Mike & Michelle sick, Blogasm showing a blank page and Vikki all but absent… the sexual blogscape has been looking less than juicy and sexy and fun of late.

I thank all of you who contributed ideas for my about page, which I do hope to work on soon, honest.

I was so excited to find out that the alt.sex.stories website makes all of its text files available in Palm Reader format. Nothing naughtier than riding to work while reading some extremely sexy stories. I love getting aroused like that in public, with no one the wiser – lets me entertain my fantasy of being pulled into a dark corner of a subway station and taken, roughly, grinding up against one another….

More soon. You have my word on it.

about page

So, I set up an About Me page a while back and then did absolutely doodly-squat with it. I had in mind I’d go back through my old posts, pull out some relevant ones, and give a brief overview to go along with it.

But really, since the page is to help you guys learn more about me, understand me a little better, I thought maybe I should ask you.

Is there anything you want to know about me? My opinions on something, personal experiences, things I’d never do, fantasies, what? What my favourite stories are, who my favourite lovers were (okay, I’m really not going to name names here, but I think they know who they are), what my favourite toys are? Feel free to leave questions or suggestions in the comments.

way more nerve fibers

Also tonight, got thinking about a great quote from Natalie Angier’s book, Woman. I went and looked it up again because I thought it was worth sharing:

The clitoris is simply a bundle of nerves: 8,000 nerve fibers, to be precise. That’s a higher concentration of nerve fibers than is found anywhere else on the body, including the fingertips, lips, tongue, and it is twice the number in the penis. In a sense, then, a woman’s little brain is bigger than a man’s. All this, and to no greater end than to subserve a woman’s pleasure. In the clitoris alone we see a sexual organ so pure of purpose that it needn’t moonlight as a secretory or excretory device. For this reason, maybe it’s best that the clitoris normally is hidden within the vulval cleft: it is, in its way, a private joke, a divine secret, a Pandora’s box packed not with sorrow but with laughter.

This, really, is why I think women prefer a lighter touch. I mean, twice as many nerve fibers in an organ a tiny fraction the size of a penis. And why, maybe, so many women prefer oral sex. Just naturally juicier and softer.

Of course, for those of you who have been reading me for a while, fingers lightly applied are quite simply amazing. Hands and fingers. Mmm. Yummy. 🙂

Ladies, if you’re interested in learning more about your bodies in a non-clinical way, I highly recommend Natalie’s book.


So you’re sitting around one night, and you think to yourself: “You know, I could have sworn I had some ben-wa balls around here somewhere.”

No? Never happen to you? Well, it did to me tonight—it’s been a year or more since I’d even seen them—so I went hunting through my apartment.

Sure enough, the little buggers were hiding in a sock drawer. Not anymore though. I’ll give you three guesses as to where they are now. Yes, that is a grin on my face. 🙂