Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2017

When I first started blogging, Rori at BetweenTheSheets compiled a list of the top 100 sex bloggers. A few years ago, Molly took over the list when Rori stepped down.

I uave always admired the list, as well as the person to put it together because a lot of time and effort goes into it. For the first time though since I have been blogging, I am excited to see myself on the list.

Thank you so much, both to Molly and the wonderful bloggers and readers that nominated me, May and Nero.

Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2017

TMI Tuesday – Story Time

Let’s have some new fun with TMI Tuesday. Create a story using the words below. Your story should be 250 words or less. It can be funny, sexy, sad, quirky, kinky and/or intriguing.

Get those creative juices flowing!
Albert Einstein
Olive Oil
Eight (8)


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

I was intrigued by this week’s TMIT. I thought it would by fun for my boyfriend and I to both write a story.

My Story – Albert Einstein was in the kitchen, cleaning up while listening to the rain on the roof. It was a cold and stormy night, and he couldn’t help himself as he reminisced about the sexy afternoon he had had with his lover.

It started on the sofa, where they watched a funny movie. They held hands, and kissed between scenes. As he cleaned the eggbeater, he thought about how he had bent her over the coffee table to lighly smack her ass.

Practically dragging each other to the bedroom in primal urgency, he tossed his belt onto the closet shelf. His eightinch cock was begging to be released from the confines of his pants.

As he wiped down the counters and put away the olive oil, he thought about the lotion they had used to massage into each other’s backs.

It wasn’t long before he was on top of her, emptying his hot, creamy load into her tight, wet pussy.

Aaron’s Story – The rain beat soundly against the roof. Ryan never liked moving things around, but if Ash asks him to get the sofa out of the closet and into the bedroom, then he’d be dragging that sofa around. “How do you like your eggs!” He heard Ash’s voice from the kitchen. She was on dinner duty tonight, and Ryan couldn’t help pass up one of his favorite jokes.


“You know what I meant! How many do you want, I’m thinking of doing eight for the both of us!”

“Sounds good to me!” Ryan called back. He passed his favorite poster of Albert Einstein, the one with his tongue sticking out, as he went back to hurting his back.

“Where’s the eggbeater! Why do you never have anything where it should be?” Ash asked. He could hear her rummaging through various cupboards.

“It should be next to the olive oil!”

“Why the…Ryan, we need to talk about where you place some of your tools sometimes.”

“What? I know you like where I place my tool!”

“Dammit Ryan!” He smirked. He could hear her blush from here.

30 Days of Truth – Day 13: A Band or Artist That Has Gotten You Through Some Tough Ass Days. (write a letter.)

Dear 3LW,

Back in 8th grade I experienced my first bout of sexual harassment. I went to my crush’s house one Saturday afternoon and he kept trying to make moves on me.

Your album had just come out and I played it over and over. After this incident, there was only one song I wanted to listen to. It felt the most relatable to my experience. For weeks I listened to “Gettin’ Too Heavy” on repeat.

I hate to think about what I would have done without that song at that time. I didn’t feel comfortable going to anyone about my problem, so this song helped tremendously. Thank you.

Third Times the Charm

June 2014 I was in a car accident. I tried to go to work the next day, but left a couple hours into my shift to go to the doctor,  as I hadn’t been yet and was really starting to feel it. She gave me a week off work and told me to go get an xray at some point. This was on a Tuesday.

Thursday I finally decided to go get the xray over with, mostly because I had to have it to get the ok to get back to work. My mom took me to get it done, and dropped me back off at home. Just when I was sitting down to eat, she was knocking on my door.

She and the doctor had been trying to call me, bu t I didn’t hear my phone in the other room. I called the doctor back, who told me the technician found a fracture in my neck and needed to go to the ER right then for a CT scan.

I went into my room to grab my keys and took out my nipple piercings,  since I figured they wouldn’t be good for the scans. That’s when I found out I had three fractures in my neck; two nondisplaced, and one slightly displaced.
When I got back home I tried to get my piercings back in, but the holes had closed up a tiny amount in those few hours. I didn’t want to hurt myself by forcing them back in so I left them out. I was so bummed! 

Fast forward a year later and I find out my supervisor at the time did piercings on the side. I talked to him about it, and he said he could redo mine. There was a huge appeal there, since he was my supervisor and he would basically have to fondle my breasts.

A few months later I got a new job in a different department. Having him repierce me lost its appeal. It wasn’t as naughty.

Around Christmas time my roommate and I discussed us going half and half on getting them redone. I started calk ing around to the piercing shops, but none of them would let me use the barbells I already had, and I couldn’t justify buying new jewelry ay that price when I know what I have is good.  We talked it over, and decided to have my old supervisor do it.

The day of the piercings,  I stopped at the store and picked up a huge bottle of wine. I needed to be relaxed and knew that alcohol was the best way to go, as this would be the third time of having my nipples pierced. The thought made my scar tissue hurt. 

I had just finished my bottle when he showed up. He did an amazing job, and was very professional,  something I wasn’t expecting.

Hopefully third time is the charm and I won’t need to repierce them again, but if I do, I want it to be done by him.

Something from the Movies

Tonight my roommate broke up with her boyfriend of almost two years. I never really got along with the guy, and for some reason he really disliked me. Good riddance I say. I won’t go into the details of it, that’s her business, and not the relevant to this post, other than the fact that it prompted me to do something I never thought I would do.

You see, she has this long time friend, an ex high school sweetheart. I have chatted with him several times, though never met him since he lives damn near the other side of the country. Tonight him and I were giving her the pep talk before she went and did the deed.

After it was done, she came home and had a drink and ate ice cream with me. We chatted on Skype with her ex high school sweetie (EHSS). After she went to bed I continued to chat with him. He said he kept trying to get her to go see him, on his dime, but she is afraid to leave work. I suggested he come here. 

He was surprised at the idea because that’s something she told him I would never be ok with. That is completely true, mostly because then she had a boyfriend at the time and I don’t condone cheating. I also don’t like PDAs to be had around me, since it fucks with my depression and loneliness. I told him I’d be fine as long as they kept the sex noise down and kept the PDAs to a minimum. 

He looked at plane tickets and I encouraged him to click. He will be out here in early December. She has no idea. I find it incredibly romantic, something from the movies. From what she has said about this guy, he’s her soulmate. He’s got his shit together, something her other exes don’t.

I am happy for her. I look forward to seeing the surprised look on her face when I pick him up from the airport and bring him home to her. However, I am a tad jealous. Romance in the movies is something I have always longed for, dreamed of nightly. 


While in the middle of writing the above paragraph he messages me again to say that I need to find out from her if it’s really ok that he comes out. He doesn’t want to do anything to spoil what they have now. I get where he’s coming from, but I am worried it will kill the surprise. Right now she has no idea. If I casually bring it up, it will sit in the back of her mind and she will expect it. 

How do I ask her about him coming here to visit without it being completely oblivious?

Hedo Vibes #98 – Review Round Up

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