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Falling into Change – Fate

22 Thursday Sep 2016

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It is the first day of fall. Things began to change. Green becomes yellow, orange, gold. Days become shorter. Evenings become cloaked in darkness. The warm begins to chill, unless you’re below the equator-then don’t read this part skip over it, doesn’t apply to you.  And you, the ONE who thinks this is going to be about him. No…no Bugsy, this ain’t about you, so carry your sorrow ass on back to being a putain d’homme.  You will know when it’s your turn…big bold letters I promise <giggling>. 

I’ve mentioned my private parties, the shenanigans, the fun.  I’ve mostly attended these soiree with a friend as a plus one or gone alone. Which by the way drives men wild for some reason. An unattached woman entering a partie de sexe gets them drooling.  Well, I met this guy. Funny thing about how we met. I was stood up by a cad (I know Bugsy, it’s not about you, I’m merely making a point-chill!) decided to go out and have dinner, since I had nothing else to do. I’m sitting at the bar, sipping on a beer that the bartender had put in the ice maker just for me.  This gentleman walks in, he looks forlorn, asks the bartender whatcha got in a bottle, he looks at me and says; “I’ll have what she’s having.”  I tell the bartender to give the other bottle he’d slipped in the ice and put another in for me. This guy looks like he needs it.

We talk about the impending days of predicted rain, wonder if we’re really in for a monsoon, it’s already pouring rain (I love valet parking when the weather is nasty).  And he opens his heart to me. He’s been away, come home to an empty house, the girlfriend has up and left. All she left him was the bed, a set of sheets, his clothes, a coffee maker and a cup.  She left him a voice mail, timed to when she thought his plane would land and him headed home-his house by the way.

Here we sit. The noise level has risen as more patrons enter for that after work respite. He turns to me and asks; “Would you like to get a booth? I’d love to buy you dinner and a bottle of wine, maybe?”                         Why not?! I’ve been stood up at the eleventh hour by a cowardly putain d’homie, who lacked manners and maturity. (Bugsy are you still reading? I’m flattered!)  We are seated by the hostess at the bartenders request, a great booth, somewhat secluded, very little crowd noise.  I order lite, I don’t have much of an appetite, we end up sharing a couple of heavy appetizers, me another  beer and he a top shelf scotch.  To my surprise he doesn’t continue to lament about the missing girlfriend, the contents of his home, he’s truly grateful that his beloved dog was being boarded and not left alone.  Awww!  What a nice guy!

The rain continues, we talk about everything from politics to religion and to my view of Americans who are so hung up on monogamy.  When he tells that he and the missing girlfriend attended a few parties of the swing-swap type and ventured to a club in Atlanta.  At that moment, I think I stopped breathing for at least 20 seconds ,my heart beat increased to a rapid pace, my eyes must have glazed over or something and my cheeks a sweet shade of red. “What?”  He asked. And begins to apologize because he thinks he’s offended me!  (okay y’all stop your laughing-you know me, he doesn’t or he didn’t).  Once I regained my breathe, my rate returned to normal, I took a long sip from my bottle, sat it down, looked up at him, focused my eyes on those greenish gray, long lashed dreamy eyes of his and said; “My membership is still valid, doesn’t expire until January 2017.”                                                                                                                                 I could actually see his pupils move to refocus. He reach out his hand out across the table indicating that I give him mine. I did. He held my hand very tender like, almost endearing, it was kinda strange at first. Then he said, without so much a blink or taking a breathe; “I knew you were special when I entered the bar. You’ve been there? You’ve been there more than once?”  Yes, yes and I added another yes just in case I’d missed a question, because by now, I’m beginning to realize that even though a few hours ago I was mistreated by someone I thought was a gentleman, an earnest person who wouldn’t waste a lady’s time with a bunch of bullshit, who had lied about his age (yes Bugsy you did-you so much as admitted you’d lied about being younger, but I suspect you’re much older than you said-much older-your barge of photos-the periobital puffiness were signs you’re trying to be something you’re not), wasted my time for weeks, it was all for this, this moment of he and I sitting in this booth discovering that we liked the club in Atlanta. That we had a lot in common. And that he, had an invite to a party this weekend to celebrate the change of the season, that he was going to send his regrets even before he’d return home to find the girlfriend gone, his furniture, cooking utensils and all gone.

It took us moment or two gather our senses. We sat in silent for a long time. The waiter came over broke the silence, asked if we’d like another drink. He quickly responded;  “Yes, we’d like a glass of house champagne. We have to toast our meeting, this was fate at it’s finest. We were meant to meet.”                                                                                           I told him all about Bugsy, how we’d met, all the bullshit and the way he’d sloughed it off earlier, this was one of the places I’d suggested that we meet and when I’d thrown in his room, just to see…how he’d jumped right on the number 3 choice.  He listened and I listened.  We  toasted with our champagne flutes, he took out his phone, entered a text and said;                                                                                                                              “We have just excepted the invite this weekend, it won’t interfere with your charity event, we can leave after you’re finished, I’ll drive, but if you’re not comfortable without your car, you can follow me and I’ll book 2 rooms for our stay.  I want us to be FWB for a long time, I’ve waited for you forever and I’m very happy this evening has finally arrived.”

We walked through to the bar and thanked him(bartender) . We waited in the  alcove for the valet to bring our cars. His came first and he refused to leave me standing there. He waited for my car to arrive, walked into the rain held the door and said; “May I text you later, to say good night?”  I agreed by nodding, because I’m not sure if I’m dreaming. The last thing I want to do right now is wake up.  But i wasn’t. We’re getting to know each other and it’s great! The weekend is going to be a good one.  Fate. 

Thanks Bugsy!

Thank you all for reading and your wonderful emails!

XoX                                                                                                                                                                         Addieg             adding.blog@gmail.com

LUST NO MORE!

20 Wednesday Jul 2016

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What happens to a man when he looses all lust?  Historically men are the most sexual of the two. Gay men are known for their lust and ability to “allow” extra-martial affairs, open relationships, one nite out with a fling.  Women, on the other hand, aren’t as pragmatic…most women. There are some who allow, and I use that word loosely, their husbands to engage in sexual intercourse with another woman, while she’s in the room and watching. Very rarely does the woman want to experience the “open” wife swap lifestyle. It’s generally the man who cautiously approaches the subject of this happy, go lucky life.  He’s the one who finds the places, sets it up and coasts her ever so gentle into watching another  woman give him a blow job, or him in foreplay.  This is the behavior we, society, has become accustomed to. We readily accept this. It is not, however, what society wants from a woman!

depressed woman

Most women are afraid to tell their husbands they’d like to enjoy the swapping lifestyle. They are fearful of being judged, being rejected and scorned by their husbands. Let’s face it, if more women felt free to exhibit their inner sexuality, the rate of divorce would drop and prostitutes would be in less demand. Being sexual, being a woman is a dirty word. Men want their wives to give them blow jobs, have annal sex and in general make them feel manly. Sex makes men feel accomplished, feel like manly men.  They have high sex drives and enjoy feeling their cocks getting hard. A horny man will masturbate, before he goes out for the evening, simply to take the edge off. A woman or wife on the other hand, wouldn’t think of masturbating before she left the house in order to enjoy the upcoming nite’s events a little more and definitely a little longer.  Masturbation in general, for women is infrequent. It’s sex with emotional attachment or nothing at all.

masturbating womanWhereas, if women masturbated more, they are less likely to want emotional attached sex. Women who masturbate freely, at will, with creativity are more prone to have sex, for the sake of having sexual intercourse, as a natural part of being a woman. There are some they masturbate freely with and for their husbands. For the most part, married women who masturbate do so when they are alone and he has no idea that his wife enjoys pleasing herself, regularly.  These women are not what society would call good wives, she’s not saving it for him. Which brings me to the man who has lost his lust.

There are husbands who have not had sex with their wives in years! These men may have physical ailments that don’t allow them to enjoy what men like to do. handicapp sexOften wives of these men are their caregivers and life has just bogged them down with doctor’s visits, medications and the inability to connect on a sexual level. Age, for men, can also be a contributing factor. He’s lost his zest! She’s never had that much interest in being sexual, performed it as a duty and now that he’s comfortable  to snore the night away in his leather loungers, she happy to have the bed to herself for most of the night. But. What happens to the woman who was afraid to tell him she wanted them to add zing to their sex life, adding a nite of swinging, or a visit to a sex club?  She had the missionary sex for 20 years, or more, he’s lost his manly man and has put sex on the back burner. Which as it turns out was a couple of years ago when he had missionary sex with his wife.  She’s still wanting sex! She’s got a secret stash in her panty drawer of dildos that vibrate and maybe even a butt plug, nibble clamps, essential oils…How does she tell her lackluster husband she’s horny for some wild sex? She fantasizes about being fuck by a man while she sucks her husband’s cock?  The kids are gone, empty nesters and all he does is watch Netflix!  She’s surfed the sites and she knows there’s a vast world of sexual fun and no way to get to it, unless she goes it alone.

Naked sexy woman silhouette lying at orange background

Gentlemen, are you taking care of business?  If you’ve lost your lust for sex are you depriving your wife of a life she deserves? There are just as many women on the Ashley Madison site as there are men. And if you’re not able to get is up, cunnilingus is the way to go! Get creative! Put the Netflix on pause, make your own movie, with that horny wife in the next room.

Lust is not lost, it’s there, you have to want it!

Addison

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Affirmative Spirit transcends to…

24 Friday Jun 2016

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Affirmative Spirit transcends to everything carnal.

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I began this blog a few years ago because I wanted to bring openness to carnal knowledge. I got away from it, not sure how or why, and found myself entangled in the adult world of online dating and affairs of married men and women. I’ll certain continue to bring those things to light, to talk about married men who are prone to “serial affairs” versus those who seek the comfort of a woman’s body. Forget the reasons. Men are prone to have sex and to have it often. Which is why gay men are more likely to have “open relationships”. And I kinda have to agree. Are we as human beings with all this brain power meant to be with one person?  I have nothing against marriage. I think it’s great for those who crave it, want it, need it. But why is it so imperative that one man dedicate his sexual needs and desires to one woman?  And why is a woman considered a whore, a slut, a low-life bitch if she has a desire to be sexual with more than one man?  To engage with someone other than her matrimonial spouse? It’s even sadder that society frowns upon the husband & wife that engages in swapping!  For pete’s sake, they’re consenting adults, betrothed in wed “lock” if they want to spice up their sex life with swapping, why the hell not? What is wrong with that?  Yet, if he tips out by himself he’s label a cheater!  If she’s licked to carnal bliss by another woman or fucked by another man, she’s labeled!

Some men actually derive sensual pleasure watching their wives being pounded by another man. They also like to watch another woman lick her clitoris, pinch her nipples, kiss her with lots of tongue. These are normal everyday people with mortgages, careers, children and some with grandchildren. It is a turn on for both to watch another man insert his cock into the wife’s pussy, lick her pussy close to orgasm and the husband takes over. Or another man to finger fuck her while she sucks his cock. And in some instances, the wife taking both men, one in the pussy the other in the mouth and some others (women) like to be fucked in the ass while she’s sucking a hard cock.

I have found them to be very stable individuals. Mature individuals who know what they desire and enjoy being sexual.  I for one would rather have sex with a man while his wife watches than have a clandestine affair with a married man who is stealing time for sex.  Some may say that’s thrilling, but I say having a wife watch me make her husband’s cock hard with my blow job skills makes me horny and wet. Granted there are some women who’d rather watch and not engage with another woman-the shy type. Once I get in to stroking his hard cock with my mouth, as he moans with pleasure, she’s likely to finger herself because she’s wet from watching me pump the clear pre cum juice from the tip of his throbbing cock. Some wives have dildos, some will want to sit on his face and watch as I bring him to full orgasm.  In those cases when he cums, she will cum his face and watch him lick me to full orgasm.  And if she’s not shy, it’s a full on threesome, she’s licking me while I suck her husband’s cock or I’m licking her while she sucks…He’s fucking me while she sit’s on my face. Or on occasion, I’m being fucked in the ass while she fingers my pussy and I’m sucking on her tits. Who says being a third wheel is a bad thing??

All normal stuff, that humans enjoy doing for carnal pleasure.

I’m meeting a new couple, I plan to blog about our journey.  I’ll get back to the Ashley Madison sagas when the new couple has filled their carnal cup.

Comments are most welcomed. Questions are always welcomed! You may comment or ask a question here OR you may email me addieg.blog@gmail.com

Signed, with love, Addie

 

Don’t Hate the Player, Blame the Game

31 Wednesday Dec 2014

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new year baby

With so many things boggling around in my head, on the final day of twenty-fourteen, I’ll end with short take. First I want to thank all my followers. I promised a better year but didn’t seem to deliver, according to my “stats”. You all liked a lot of what I did this year, however, twenty-thirteen was a banner year. You loved the subjects, enjoyed the contents. So alas, I’ll try to give you more of that…pardon my raunchieness, don’t hate the player, blame the game.

With onset of 2015 any thoughts to what you’d like to do to make it a better year?  Couples, consider a way to spice up your sex life. If you’re monogamous do something daring together, if you’re of the swinging crowd, find a new friend, sensually pleasure them. Singles, your possibilities are endless. Play the dating game on one of the online hook-up sites, erotic online chats can create a new sense of horniess, masturbation after a good chat makes for a great night sleep. Or if you’re privy to a hanky panky group, go to a key party. Most use hotel keys, most staying on the same floor, which makes for an extra special night.

There’s no need to be horny in 2015. Resolve to masturbate more. Don’t leave your desire for personal pleasure to others…who knows your hot spot better than you do…

Admission is 99% freeing. Admit to yourself something you like, dislike and own up to your admissions. I’ll start us off; I freely admit that I love performing fellatio…feeling that cock grow in my mouth is a turn on and for 2015 I plan to do it more in exotic places, more often. Liberate yourself, don’t let the societal prudes hold you hostage.

Going it alone ain’t all bad, I decided to do this early on during the year. It has proven to be a great decision. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I’m free to do, to come and go and lay where I desire. I’ve met some new, very interesting people and reconnected with a couple that I was totally wrong about, that I had met a few years ago.  I was worried that Santa wouldn’t drop down my chimney last week, because I had been a little naughty. I was propositioned by a married man at a business function. A little birdy told me he had a wager on having intercourse with me before the conclusion of the convention. I was intrigued by his sureness, but decided he’d lose the bet and go home broken-hearted.   The evening of the “big dinner” we’re all dressed to the nines, I set my plan into action. As luck would have it I’m on the elevator going down, it’s stops two-floor down and in walks Mr. Wager, all swag, confident and  smiling.  I return his smile, while thinking all systems go. Two floors later the door opens and 5 more finely dressed people get on making it a tight fit for the remaining six floors. He’s standing in front of me. I time it just before the bell dings, the door opens , I move closer to him, then brush my breast against his back grouped his ass, then quickly move to the left aound him and exit the elevator. I didn’t look back, I quickly walk over to a group of people I knew and engage in conversation, completely ignoring him. He walks past, trying to get my attention, I turn my head as not to make eye contact. The rest of the evening, dinner, the speeches, the applauses I can see him but I again avoid eye contact. When the band begins to play, I make my way to the exit heading for the lady’s room. I chatted with the lady’s room attendant, waiting for the room to clear-which it didn’t-gave her a nice gratuity to check outside the door for a tall man with a red bow tie…yep he’s there. I walked out and motioned for him to follow me and he did walking quickly trying to catch up with me. I headed to the stairwell, closed the door behind us, positioning myself between him and the door. With one hand on the door knob, I began to rub in crouch until it was no doubt where his penis was…he was firm in an instant. I put the pressure on using his pants and tidy whites to create just the right friction…he went for my dress…I opened my legs and he found my pantyless lips full and moist. He moaned when he stuck his finger between lips. I moved my hand faster as he tried to find a rhythm with his finger, but I kept moving away from me…he moaned again and whispered let me in, I moved closer and he slipped two fingers between my lips which were now very wet…he was harder than ever, I sensed he was close. I bent over making him think I was going to unzip and put my lips on his cock, but instead I applied a little more pressure, increasing the friction and felt warm fluid beneath his suit pants and tidy whites. As he moaned in ecstasy I opened the door and walk away.  I went straight to my room, asked the operator to do not disturb, departing the next morning for home. I heard through the grapevine he paid the bet…because he didn’t want the guys to know he’d come in his pants. Had he not made the bet, he could have had a hell of a blow job.

Happy New Year!! Eat Drink and have great sex.

When we last spoke…

30 Tuesday Sep 2014

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When we last we spoke I mentioned having joined an online site for meeting men. The site is specifically designed for women, it’s free but has a fee for men. You’re given a choice of displaying photos for public or private viewing.  There’s also a choice of mask or cross overs for the face in order conceal your full identity, yet give the viewer an idea of what you look like.

It was a ovewhelming task to keep up. The site became confusing with all the points of interest that men where able to contact you; private keys, private photo request, direct letters of introduction all with their own photos and profiles. I decided to trim it down to weekly perusing and creating a separate email account for the ones that I felt were interesting. Oy Vey!! Even that became a task unto itself. These guys expect, no strike that, they demand daily attention, some want to communicate several times a day. I ask you; Who has that kind of time during the day to want to email a stranger several times?  I took note that most of these strong request for email exchange were dated during the day hours, very few had night-time send times.  So these so-called lonely men, who were touting a single status, were probably married or had a significant other.

I made changes to my online profile; looking for married couples, opened minded, comfortable relationship…I can watch, be involved with one or both…whatever makes you most comfortable…prefer experienced couples, may consider first timers.  It’s fall, it’s been my experience that swinging couples like to get cozy when the leaves began to change and fall from the trees. It’s the crisp air, the onset of fire pitts, glasses of hot tardy or a robust glass of wine and chatter around the fire.

Couples are a funny thing. There’s the initiator, and the go along. It’s the go along  you must be concerned with and give him or her your undivided attention and make them, him or her, feel like they are the most precious or special person in the group. They’re excited about the prospect of being with another, a threesome or having their spouse watch or watching, but doing the do is a bird of a different colour. Porn is probably as close to seeing sex as they’ve ever been.  I usually ask that as my first question; How often do you watch porn? Is there something specific you’ve seen that you’d like to experience?  Most often if the woman is the initiator, it’s going to happen and happen more than once. If it’s the man, you’ve got a little work to do, just short of convincing. I stop when it turns into convincing. If you have to be cajoled into doing a threesome, then you’re not up for it, it’s not for you, and guaranteed to end if not badly, but on a sour note. Sex is supposed to be fun, fulfilling, enjoyed, exciting…anything other than that is bad karma.

I set my profile and headed off to the USOpen. And as the old saying goes; You always find what you’re looking for, when you’re not looking. A couple; her early 50’s, him early 60’s, located within a decent driving distance, tennis players, good shape, comfortable in their relationship and wanting to spice it up…Call me spice…

The Open was a get acquainted, our schedules haven’t allowed for dining and entertaining, as of yet…ten, four dinner and fun.

Fall blogging is going to be an

eotic ride…Libras love fall, it’s their time of the year.

 

How to Feel Better About Yourself…

13 Friday Sep 2013

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Heading out for an errand, earlier in the week during the morning rush hour. I was XMSrius channel surfing, ran across a national radio talk show. The topic was How to Feel Better About Yourself.
The way to do this is by cheating. Not at cards or a board game, but with someone other than your spouse or significant other. A recent survey indicates that instead of people feeling bad about cheating on their spouse or significant other, they are adpt to feel better about themselves.

I suppose in retrospect this can have a positive benefit on your ego feeling wanted or desired. Certainly this ego high is a momentary feeling. Why not go for the gusto when the moment arises? You may never pass that way again. The opportunity may never present itself, the timming may never be just right again.

One night stands are an example of going for it. Not worrying about the reprocussions or what tomorrow will bring. That’s probably the best sex ever. You’re in the moment, you’ve got the feeling, you’re ready to peak. Who knows when you’ll feel this sexy again?

Paramours are a part of the European culture. Americans being purtanicals have shunned the idea of extra marital affairs, swingers, spouse swapping. Even though you may not agree with these lifestyles, you secretly have to admire the couple that swings or swaps openly. Here are two people that are secure in their relationship to enjoy a third of fourth person for sex. It’s pure sex for the sake of organsm. There’s no call me tomorrow expectation. Or when will I see you again. True a little different with a paramour, but there is open knowledge that one or both will part each other for days or weeks and live a life with their perseptive spouse, until such time they meet to have sex again.

Then there are the sex clubs…a different animal all together. And since my time is short I’ll save this subject for my next visit to the keyboard. But before I go I want to say; having sex for the sake of sex can be soul cleansing. America needs to lighten up…live and let live. WE humans are wired to have sexual feelings, urges, desires and being just plain horny…some more than others.

So the next time you need to feel better…consider cheating.

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  • becauseimasexybitch
  • fashionandlifestyleweb
  • Tangled Love Web
  • queertheorysite
  • The Dating Diaries
  • No Nonsense with Nuwan Sen
  • vinnieh
  • HG Tudor - Knowing The Narcissist - The World's No.1 Resource About Narcissism

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1st U.S. Colored Cavalry

Private Lives, Public Records

Erotica By Cordelia

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Shades Of Erotic Poetry

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Banana

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Scribes

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Fantasy Life

BDSM & Vanilla Sexual Delights

The Erotic Writer

Three writers for the price of one blog

Overcoming Sexual Betrayal

The Asexual Agenda

Furthering upper-level discussions of asexuality

A Sexual Being

Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…

Sexual Destinies

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Holland Rae, Writer

Romance novelist, traveler, journalist. Lover of female protagonists, spicy food, fast cars, and good books.

becauseimasexybitch

erotic short stories

fashionandlifestyleweb

1st U.S. Colored Cavalry

Private Lives, Public Records

Erotica By Cordelia

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Shades Of Erotic Poetry

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Banana

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Scribes

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Fantasy Life

BDSM & Vanilla Sexual Delights

The Erotic Writer

Three writers for the price of one blog

Overcoming Sexual Betrayal

The Asexual Agenda

Furthering upper-level discussions of asexuality

A Sexual Being

Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…

Sexual Destinies

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Holland Rae, Writer

Romance novelist, traveler, journalist. Lover of female protagonists, spicy food, fast cars, and good books.

becauseimasexybitch

erotic short stories

fashionandlifestyleweb

Tangled Love Web

queertheorysite

The Dating Diaries

Yup. This blog is exactly what you think it is. Vivere Marie and Nova Moriarty are here to share the process of trying to figure out this thing called dating and romance. Seriously, the hell is that?! Nova Moriarty is an author of high fantasy erotica, and this blog is the epicenter of her book news and thoughts on writing.

No Nonsense with Nuwan Sen

Art Cinema & Literature site NS

vinnieh

Movie reviews and anything else that comes to mind

HG Tudor - Knowing The Narcissist - The World's No.1 Resource About Narcissism

Know everything about narcissists from the world's no.1 source. A narcissist himself.

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