And now for something completely different.

Another fellow sybarite.

Again, I always enjoy it when someone else cites Urban Roguery on their page. Thanks, Clem. Welcome to the world of sex blogging.

You've got mail.

Clem writes to ask:

I was directed to your site from yet another sex blogger's, Anal-Amy. I really liked your story that you posted on 23 March.

I had somewhat of a similar encounter with a young woman from Craig's List last summer. It deals with a young girl and an older man, uh, yea, me. It's a bit odd, but the sex was great. Wonder if you'd like to read it, or then, if I should 'blog' it too.
I'm a bit hesitant, as it seems all so tawdry, and frankly, a bit self-centered, but that's what blogging is about, right?
Anyway, I like Amy's blog as it deals a lot with anal sex, and my story from last summer deals with it too, as does yours. Got time for a reply? Your thoughts?

Clem


I love tawdry. You love tawdry. Everyone here is here for tawdry, friend. No shame in that.

I do think that delivery counts for a lot though, and that could make the difference between whether someone's blog reads as self-centred or simply sharing one's truth. Would one be writing to share one's fun and pleasure with others, or with humour, or as a poem, or with gigs of porno, or make it the electronic equivalent of scrawls on a men's room wall? I suspect that if the writer is being self-centred, that's what would probably result showing through the blog.

Me, I try to write from a place of fun, sensuality, and sharing for the sake of it. I want readers, and especially women readers, to have as much fun as I am. Sometimes I write from my Top headspace. Sometimes I write raw and explicitly. But I always try to demonstrate the respect and genuine affection I feel for my partners, and even if I'm just commenting on the sexy ass of some woman I see during my day, I want to write from a place of real appreciation rather than leering objectivication. Unless the leering is part of the fun.

But that's me, no better no worse than anyone else. If and when you write, let it be from the place in yourself where you're having fun. There will be people who will want to read it.

I think sexblogging can be an empowering experience. We live in a culture where our sexuality is heavily governed by billions of media messages that command us to act and think and stylize and live in certain ways. Both men and women are constantly feeling judged and underappreciated for who and what they are, what they get off on, what they fantasize about, what they really want in their lives when they stop looking at billboards and reading magazines.

I think sexblogs are awesome because people can be themselves. For women (I imagine), this can be liberating because women's sexual voices have been repressed and controlled for so very long. Thanks to visionaries like Nancy Friday, Erica Jong, Susie Bright, Xaviera Hollander, Camille Paglia, and many others, that's been changing. (And I think women are fucking hotter for it.) For men, I think this can be liberating because it affords us an opportunity to be sexual outside and away from the media images we're forced to accept as solely legitimate for what we're supposed to like, if we choose to.

And I believe any opportunity we have to use media to be ourselves, rather than some corporation's reconstituted image of what it means to be ourselves, is deliciously subversive and healthy.

So, dude, write. Tell us about your first time and how goddamn scared you were. Tell us about the time you saw stars when you came inside her amazing pussy. Tell us about the time your spouse blew you in your car when you were dating. Celebrate your sexuality because you can, because you have a right to, and because the rest of us sluts want to get off for chrissakes. Help us out!

As for your young girl experience from Craigslist, hey, I can tell you that Shayne loves the Daddy scenario, and I'm sure we'd love to learn all about it, you bad boy, you.

And I really enjoy Anal Amy's writings as well. Such a deliciously naughty tart, no?

More partners in crime.

It's always a treat when someone else shows they enjoy what you're sharing by adding you to their blogroll. Thank you both,
Sexual Adventurer and Dude.

Scandalously fucktastic.

Shayne: I like the way you described Stacy's asshole in the blog. I'm looking forward to feeling myself wink at your touch too.
Me: Glad you enjoyed... but to be honest... its your gorgeous ass Im dying for. In your bed. In my tent. Bent over the back railing of your place. On the grass.
Shayne: Against a tree. In an alley. Bent over your kitchen table. In my shower.
Me: I want a scandalously fucktastic summer with you, wench. You understand? By autumn you'll be crying for mercy.
Shayne: You promise?
Me: I do. Your ass is mine.
Shayne: O! Good! Good tingles just thinking on it...
Me: Shuttup and suck it. *tug* ;)
Shayne: Yum!

To know in the woods.

Shayne: I obviously can't help myself. I'm reading urban rogue blog. Wishing i'd known you in the woods by now. And... as alix would say, wanna fuck?
Me: Then lets make a camping trip this summer a Must-Do, no? Yes: I wanna fuck. You.
Shayne: Yes. Me. You. Woods. Beltane? You can teach me about godly sensuality?
Me: Why, yes, young nymph, I most certainly can. Why dont we stroll to the bed of oakmoss beside the river...
Shayne: Bare foot? Naked? Dappled sunlight...mm...
Me: Petals behind your ear, its honey nectar on your neck. Small bells around your ankles. Grass stems on your back. Your soles brown with living earth.
Shayne: Heavenly. Purely good.
Me: Twigs in my hair. Sun-kissed shoulders. Dew in my beard. Sweet sweat on my arms and chest. My penis thick as a trunk, smooth as moss, salty like sea spray.
Shayne: I love it
Me: I want you.
Shayne: And I you.


Shayne and I have been having complications in our plans to see one another lately. It's become a mission in my life to amend this as soon as I can.

We continue to define our relationship, and I value the communication even if sometimes it means understanding things that I'm less than eager to understand. But, in the big picture, we're both appreciating how important we are to one another.

Besides, I'm dying to fuck this woman in the woods. I need to hear branches creak as her cries resound in the dark, on the earth, fire smoke in our hair and twigs knawing at us from between our toes. I need to smell her flesh, her sweat, her sex as I drive deeply into her while my knees get scratched from wayward pebbles.