e[lust] #84

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Welcome to Elust #84

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #85 Start with the rules, come back August 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Lightweight
About Those “Apple Thighs”
Why the Hell Haven’t I Rebelled Yet?

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

IDENTITY – hiding the evidence
friday flash–service

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Good In Bed

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

 

Erotic Fiction

Ride
Pubic Disturbance
Colds and Lust
Sex Machine
Chemistry
A Dirty Bathroom Floor
Tether
I’m Sorry I’m So Silent
S’il Vous Plaît
Edge of Morning
Dancin’ (Most) of the Night Away
Airport Arrivals

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

42 Kinds of Casual Sex
Living in Fear – An Essay on Male Entitlement
Pride

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

How To Give A Bare Handed Spanking
Reconciling dominance and love
She’s a Very Kinky Gor

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Run the good race
IUD DIARY #1 (1.5 WEEKS LATER)

Erotic Non-Fiction

We Made A Resolution To Make Love Everyday
The 20 Minute Orgasm
More on cunt, corridors & Schroedinger’s cock
Stoned Birthday Sex
Room with a View
I’m Not Done With Your Throat Yet
It’s a strange path to trust.

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Poly and Pets
mono-poly

Writing about Writing

Why Write Erotic Fiction?
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Friday, July 1st, is Boobday! (With a surprise announcement!)

hy_tits_bannerLots of lovely boobs this week!

Thank you, as always, for lending me the images of your bodies and showing thousands of people that sexy and confident isn’t only what we see in a Victoria’s Secret catalog.

We’re far more diverse than just those lovely young women.

Ok, now for the big news!!

There were rumblings of something during this year’s Eroticon, but no one knew for sure what.  Well, it’s official!

EROTICON 2017 LONDON IS BACK!

The incredible, stupendous, fantastic trio of Molly Moore, @DomSigns, and Girl on the Net will be carrying the torch for the lovely and brilliant Ruby Kiddell!!  (You can also read all about them here.)

I knew by the end of my stay that I would have to find a way to make it back through fundraising and/or sponsorship.  There is absolutely no way I’m missing out on another one.  It’s too important to my writing, to my being, to my sense of community.

I encourage all of you fellow bloggers and writers to find a way to make it over there.  You won’t regret it.

LipsEroticon2tIWish LipsEroticon2trans250Attending LipsEroticon2HelpMeCurrently, I’m all three of these buttons, but grab yours and let’s get started!

Ok, I’ve been procrastinating enough today.  Time to get down to business and get these titties out to the world!

Love y’all!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate: 1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

Three friends might taste this cotton candy this weekend.
Three friends might taste this cotton candy this weekend.

NOT my tits:

Miss Shy's first, delicious submission.
Miss Shy’s first, delicious submission.

I’m very shy so this is very hard for me to do and because my breasts are so large-I’m very self conscious. I chose this pic because it was right after a cool shower and some coconut oil makes them appear somewhat exotic.

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I love the open shirt on Kim.
I love the open shirt on Kim.

Such a versitile item, the denim jacket…..clothed or topless!!

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I haven't figured out if she's anonymous or not, but she has submitted at least once before. I love so much about this pic. The white, the pale, the dark. Stunning.
I haven’t figured out if she’s anonymous or not, but she has submitted at least once before. I love so much about this pic. The white, the pale, the dark. Stunning.

Happy weekend ;)

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Miss Green lets the light hit her in all the right places.
Miss Green lets the light hit her in all the right places.

Ms Green catching rays in the kitchen washing dishes.

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e[lust] #83

 

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Welcome to Elust #83

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #84 Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

London Crows and London Kisses

I am Her. She is Me.

You Say You Want to Cook for Me

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Unusual Liaison

Community. Respect. Friendship. Fucking.

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Dirty Little Secrets

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

 

Poetry

You Know
O

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

My Bed
Secular Submission
My therapy
from “hard limit” to “want”
We Measure the Nostalgia
The Cure and The Cause

Events

Smut in the 6ix – Porn Conference & Gala

Erotic Fiction

Typing Errors
La Belle Dame
Sex and chocolate
The Imprisoned of HIM-HER-THEM
The Gift
audience
Becca’s Story
Rope and Fixtures
As salty as his cum…
Dominating the Doctor

Erotic Non-Fiction

Teen Sex in Woolly Tights with 60s Beat Music
Dear Sadist: Your Cruelty Is Your Love
A male dom, the straight girl and the bi girl
Owned, Leashed, & Beaten
Jan 2015 Owned & Collared by Mistress Claire
Rinse The Days Filth Away
Power On
Keeping tally

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Formative Kink Epic Fail: “Buck Rogers”

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

If it was easy anyone could do it
What’s a service submissive?
Prescient Words

Writing About Writing

What if aspirational meant something else?

 

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It’s hard to leave your people: EroticonLive 2016

I’ve gone to ground since returning from London two weeks ago.  I’ve been unable to write, to think, to move.

Somewhere over the Atlantic — mid sobs — my lymph nodes swelled and my head cracked open.  For days after my skull blistered as I went through the motions of mothering and work.  By the following Monday the headache was gone, but so were my words.

I wrote in Heathrow and at 38,000 feet.  It took everything out of me.  I cried because of the beauty of the experience, but also because of the irony of my choice: a young man thousands of miles away.  Ben was safe to practice being all of me, Hy and the other woman.  He won’t want to be in my life full-time or even part-time.  He won’t demand I open up more than I want to.  Basically, he won’t need more of me and that feels fucking great right now as I navigate my way through zipping the two sides together.

It was a revelation to be more of me with one single person than I usually am with all of my closest of friends and those magical 36 hours never could never have happened were it not for the incredible previous 4 days at Eroticon.

I landed in the middle of the tarmac at Heathrow and we had to load onto a bus and drive for 15 minutes to even reach the terminal.  It was 3 am my time and I clung tiredly to my backpack and tried desperately to look like I knew what I was doing.  In a fog I shuffled through customs and angled for wi-fi to contact Michael and Molly, my fairy godparents for the trip, and let them know of my whereabouts.

“I’m here!  Gotta run to the bathroom and grab my my luggage then I’ll be right out!” I texted.

“Ok.  Just look for the short, fat man with a small penis,” was Michael’s response.

I knew at that moment the weekend would be remembered in the grooves of my marrow.

To be called “Hy” by everyone who saw me, to be hugged, to have casual discussions about sexual pleasure, agency and consent, to be in a massive conference hall with dozens of strangers and realize many of them had seen my tits, to know that each night couples frantically coupled high off the day’s activities, to drink and laugh and cry, to speak passionately about writing and sex.  All of this meant that I was a part of this small, yet vibrant and committed community and I felt like I was home.  Real fucking HOME.

There are many people who made my days in Bristol magical and who need to know their impact on me.  Of course my fear is I will forget some since it’s been so long now, but if I do, just email me and I’ll fix it.  My memory is utter shit, which is why I typically write about sexual encounters the day of or following day.

I called them my fairy godparents, but Michael (@DomSigns) and Molly are so much more than that.  At the train station Monday afternoon I had to fight tears as I hugged them for our 3rd goodbye in 24 hours (I had a couple of false starts). I didn’t want to leave them.

Not only did they drive me around western England, but they also took me under their wings and made sure I was fed, knew where I was going, how to get home safely from the “Italian” waiter’s house (he turned out to be Brazilian, for what it’s worth).  They answered my endless questions about the universe in general and never made me feel like a burden.  On the contrary, I felt like part of their little kinky family, their little sister.

Molly was a co-panelist on Ask a Sex Blogger and she conducted a brilliant session on photography and how not to take shit photos.  Michael did tech-y sessions and hauled out their BDSM arsenal for the last session on Saturday where he’d intermittently scare the shit out of all of us cracking his purple whip.  (I’m pretty sure the lovely Honey made that whip for them.)

They even set me up with the most incredible roommate known to man, Girl on the Net.  She wrote she could write an entire essay on me, well, the feeling is entirely mutual.  She’s vibrant and hilarious with a mile-a-minute intellect.  She’s sensitive, but tough and seems to be a shrewd business woman beyond what she’s alluded to in her writings.  She taught me how to get from our apartment to the hotel with long, Londoner strides and what “bell end” meant.

I went home earlyish Saturday night and bought a bottle of wine on my way home just in case.  She burst through the door not long after having DMd me, “Shit!  I didn’t buy any wine!”  We drank and talked until fatigue set in and in the dark in our little twin beds on wheels we talked more like kids at camp until we both suddenly agreed we’d never stop talking unless we just decided to.

The next morning she was my co-panelist for Ask a Sex Blogger and by the end of the night we were deep in our cups laughing until our sides ached.  That night I got home after her and flung open the bedroom door.

“GOTN!  Come talk to me!” I shouted to the mound of covers in the dark.

“I’m tired!” she answered.

“No!  Get up!  THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!” I insisted.

And guess what she did??  Guess what this wonderful, funny, bad ass, wickedly awesome woman did?

She got up.

And we watched Babestation together and she fed me her peanuts and we drank more wine and she recorded us rambling about what, God only knows, until nothing but sleep was an option.

The next morning she walked with me for a bit back towards the Raddison then gave me a fierce hug and just as hurriedly as she’d run into my life 3 days earlier she was off to catch her train home.

Marie Rebelle is another I can’t forget to mention.  I could lay cuddled in her arms for days.  She’s focused, sexy, and kind and her love for the community was evident each time she saw a familiar face who’d embrace her.  We dined together and drank and talked endlessly about life and kids and kink.  And of course there’s her indelible partner, the quiet Master T, whose wit and sweetness was a perfect compliment to Rebel’s.

Remittance Girl wowed me with her intensity and sharp wit; eye and I somehow found each other in the Raddison lounge and shared at least two bottles of bubbles on two separate occasions; Liza and I talked and laughed like sisters.

F. Dot Leonora and Exposing40 burst into my life simultaneously with hugs and smiles and by the end of the weekend I had promised Leonora some fiction and was saying Hello! just like Exposing40.

The Other Livvy and EA were at the end of at least a couple of friendly toasts to the weekend.  Livvy lent her tits to our Boobday endeavor and EA showed me the edits he made to his reading once he’d taken my session.

I caught Jilly’s session on how to let real life inspire a story and wrote my first piece of fiction in years and Innocent Loverboy helped me with what -ing words are called in my own session and was my go-to guy for all the proper grammar words and then came up with a terrific story in my workshop.

I made sure to meet Charlie Powell and catch her session about writing about disability intelligently and she was everything I’d hoped and more.  Also, an extremely good hugger.

I lusted after Zak’s pants, watched in awe as Pandora paddled Celine’s bottom while Gryphon branded people in the other corner and Kerry used ropes on eye, became mesmerized by Andriy’s eyes which were like an Icelandic pool at dawn as we talked about sex and culture and he nibbled on his pie.  Every chat was another petal on the sunflower that was the weekend.

Adam and Monika are the two masterminds behind Godemiche and the dildo making duo can only be called artisans, really.  Their Technicolored phallic forest a testament to their dedication to beauty and functionality.  I blushed mercilessly as I chatted with Adam while holding a silicon replica of his beautiful cock.  Not every day that happens.  And Monika lent not only her breasts, but also her creativity to the group Boobday pic.

Alyson of Hot Octopuss (makers of ) and I chatted about sexual pleasure and the amazingness of their toy and their #SexWithoutStigma cause and Will from Doxy and I talked about vibrators until my cheeks were red.  The folks from Mystery Vibe told me they were fans of my Instagram account even before the realized who I was and I regret not having more time to speak with them about their creation.

Ruby Kiddell, the creator of this event, deserves a gold medal and every gold star known to man.  She single-handedly carved out a space for us to all meet and though it’s sad that her book is now closed as the steward of this gathering she has nonetheless set the bar high.  And though it was her “job” to run the show throughout the weekend we still shared good laughs and lots of toasts.

She’s a tough cookie and I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next and I hope she comes to whatever incarnation Eroticon becomes next because without a doubt I will be there, too.

The very last person I saw from the weekend was Stella who rode with Michael and Molly and I from Bristol and who then rode with me on the train until her stop which was miraculously just one before mine.  We laughed at the indecipherable message about 4 cars ahead in a London station and any numerous other things and she patiently answered all my questions about how one rides a train.  More excellent hugs were had and given.

Lastly, I’d be remiss if I forgot to announce that while floating on the waves of many glasses of crisp white wine at the very purple Raddison Blu Hotel bar in Bristol, England I got married.

To three stunning women.

I won’t tell you the order in which it all happened since there was some debate about this, but Molly, Girl on the Net and Rebel made me a very happy woman that night.

It’s no wonder my heart broke when it was all over for where else on the planet can a weekend like mine be topped off by three incredible women wanting to be your sister-wives?  Who argued over who should be my #1?

The truth is, I don’t deserve any of them, but I will endeavor to always be that woman they found me to be, because I want to be that person all the time.  I want to be the woman everyone met and hugged and spoke and laughed with that weekend.  I want to be more of me all the time, not just once in a lifetime.

I guess it’s time to let Hy take over a little more

 

Eroticon 2016: What do you want to learn from me in my session?

When I thought about attending Eroticon this year I had only one clear goal in mind: talk to people about getting published while I’m there.

It’s long been a dream of mine to transform my blog into a book, but I have no idea how to do it.  Do I self-publish like so many of you?  Do I find a publisher who puts it on paper?  What about an editor?  I’m certain I’d need one of those.  I already have a full time job in addition to the tons of work the blog requires.  When on earth would I find the time to put a book together??

Besides just publishing goals to explore while there, there were also all the people I’d finally get to meet. England, London, all the sexy British people.  It’s not exactly the best time financially for me to go, but fuck it.  When is it ever??

I took the plunge and  purchased the tickets and began to poke around the website and saw that Ruby was calling for panelists.  A panelist you say??  Well, double fuck it.  Go big or go home!

I downloaded the form, thought for a minute about what the fuck I was any good at and then came up with the title for my session:

How to write about [real life] sex and not make it sound like a To Do List.

Too often the recounting of a real life sexual encounter can fall into a list of things that
happened. This session will help you identify ways to make it a literary experience for
your readers.

For example, instead of “We removed our clothes and then we kissed,” you’ll hopefully
learn how to pull from real life, art,and movement and illustrate the scene with more
depth and nuance.

Attendees will learn how to dip into a personal experience – possibly unrelated to sex –
to better illustrate it in a meaningful way.

And for some unknown reason it was accepted.

I still laugh thinking about it.  Do I really sound like I know what I’m talking about?!

So, here’s the deal and what you need to know about me: I am NOT an English teacher. I do NOT make a living off of my writing.  I can’t remember all the names of the grammatical things I’m doing even now as I write.  (Wait, I do know this is a parenthetical thought and that last sentence ended with what’s called a period.)  I cannot help with grammar in a specific way or probably even a “correct” way.  I can’t promise you this won’t be a colossal waste of your time.

What I might do is provide a new perspective, a new leaping off point.  I might give you some new ideas or maybe even some newfound confidence.  I might even not waste your time.  Yay!

What I can do — and what I hope to do — is share with everyone my personal approach.  It seems some of you dig the way that I write and so I’m using that as a springboard for the session.  This will not be a How to Write Like Hy session, but a How Do I Write? session.  I can point out the things I like and dislike about a written scene.  I can do my absolute best to answer all your questions.

I also think there are some things that can elevate a writer’s connection with his or her readers that some people might struggle with and I am going to try to put to words some things I just riff.  There are also lots of things people do that push a reader away or make them skip to the next paragraph.  I’ll touch on those, as well, to the best of my abilities.

The session is relatively short (only 45 minutes), so I’ll have to be succinct and focused, but I’m also willing to be flexible and go where y’all need me to.

I’ve read that other presenters are bringing goodies (I have to bring goodies?!  Fuck.), slides, handouts, and any other number of accoutrements.  Seeing as I’m flying across a large ocean to get there, room in my luggage is scarce, so y’all just might only get me, my smile, and my words.

So, those are my plans, but I am open to what you all want to learn from me.

What were your thoughts when you read about the session?  Did you think, “Yes!  Sounds great!  Everything I want to know!”  Or did you think, “Hmm, I wonder if she’d also cover _____.”?

Let me know where you think you’re weak as a writer or what you’d like to improve upon or just give me suggestions of things you’d like for me to address.   Seeing as I’ve never done this before any insight whatsoever would be greatly appreciated!

Email me at hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com or leave your thoughts in a comment.

Can’t wait to see you all in 10/11ish days at the Friday mixer at the Radisson!

Woohoo!

xx

Hy

 

I’ll show you mine – Eroticon Live 2016

So, I’ll be taking my happy American ass off to England in roughly a week and a half for Eroticon.  HOLY FUCKING SHIT.  Go ahead and ask me if I have my presentation ready for my panel.  I dare you. I’m basically in denial about the trip meaning I have no where to stay Thursday night or Monday-Wednesday.  I’ve had a handful of offers from kind souls, but for whatever reason(s) I haven’t accepted. I sort of want to just be footloose and fancy free, I suppose, so I’m going with it.

Anyway, Molly has put together this little Q&A for all of us who are attending in the hopes that we’ll all get a sense of who’s who.  I can’t believe I actually get to fill out one of these things!

NAME (and Twitter name if you have one)

Hyacinth Jones.  @adissolutelife

If you had the opportunity to rename yourself (or your blog) what would you pick?

Nope.  Love the name and my pseudonym!

What are you most looking forward to at Eroticon Live and/or is there anything you are nervous about?

I’m looking forward to being Hy as a real person, not just as a two-dementional person with lots of words to say and tits to flash.  And of course I’m looking forward to meeting everyone in the flesh and sharing a bunch of hugs.  I’m a hugger.

I should be nervous about presenting my session, but I am painfully aware that I’m lacking any fear or nerves.  Perhaps they’ll hit me later, but I guess I’m confident in how open and non-judgmental everyone will be or maybe I’m just really excited about what I’ll be presenting and it’s wiping out any jitters.  Either way, I’m nothing but excited at this point.  Ask me 30 minutes before I go on, though.  The answer might be very different.

Have you planned which sessions you will be attending or are you more of a spur of the moment kind of person?

Not even a little bit.  As my lack of lodging arrangements should tell you, I’m pretty much just winging it.  Naturally I’ll be attending the two I’m on, though.

What essential items to your life will you be bringing with you to Eroticon Live? (you can have a maximum of 5)

My phone, my laptop, an international converter plug thingy, two pairs of contact lenses, and an open mind.

A new cocktail has been made in your honor.  What would be the key ingredient and what would it be called?

Gin, because ever since my grandmother gave me my first G&T when I was 19 I’ve had a love affair with it, and I’d call it the Hey, Barb.

And finally… Complete the sentence; I have yet to…..

…see the faces of so many.

The last time I went to England I fucked Peter the Swedish bartender. I wonder what will happen this time?

I'll definitely pack this for my trip.
I’ll definitely pack this for my trip.
In late spring of 1999 I flew to Heathrow International Airport and took one of those funny, old-fashioned looking taxis to meet up with my family at some flat my father had rented.  It was above a pub (everything seemed to have a pub below it) and within mere hours of close proximity to everyone I found myself downstairs without one cent of UK currency.

The pub looked like the Irish-themed bars in my city: dark wood, brass touches, a long, polished bar from years’ worth of elbow-rubbing.

I sat at a gap at the bar and listened to two ruddy-faced men with caps on.  Their accents lilted, their laughter rumbled.  The tall, curly blond bartender who looked to be about my age loped from one end of the service area to the other as they called out his name, “PEE-tah!  PEE-tah!” and he deftly filled their orders calling them by name with a foreign accent of his own.

His partner behind the bar was a short man with salt and pepper hair and darting eyes.  He missed nothing.  “How can I help you, miss?” he asked me.

I explained to him I’d just arrived and had no British money.  “That’s alright, I’ll give you one on the house.  What do you want?”

“Gin, please,” 24-year-old me answered.

He gave me a drink called the Virgin Mary, a triple gin and tonic in a very tall glass.

By the time I hit the bottom of it I’d tried to talk to the two gentlemen beside me in my best British accent but had failed miserably.  “Where are you from, lassie?” they asked.

“Guess!” I said coyly, worried they’d know I was faking.

They talked quietly amongst themselves for a few seconds before they began guessing out loud to me.  “Denmark?  Finland?  Sweden!!” they blurted all the Nordic counties.  They were convinced my bone structure gave me away.

I don’t remember which of those countries I picked — maybe it was Norway — but they were very impressed with my grammar!  (I still laugh thinking about it.)  I told them I’d spent a summer in Los Angeles recently to work on my English.  They bought it.

Peter, however, didn’t.  

He’d been hanging around our end of the bar and listening surreptitiously as he washed barware.  “Where are you from?” he asked me directly.

I didn’t even try.  “America,” I giggled.

He winked at me and I left.

A few nights later I returned with money in hand and a plan in mind.  I wanted to hang out with Peter.  Several days with my divorced parents, grandmother and judgmental sister had driven me to need time alone to be myself, to be Hy.

There were two American kids in the pub with me and the three of us chatted with Peter throughout his shift.  When it was over  they invited us to their rented flat across the street to get high.  Sure, why not go somewhere with 3 strange young men and smoke weed?  Sounds like fun!

The room was strewn with backpacks and travel guides and a little bong was on a coffee table.  We sat around and smoked and laughed and if my life depended on it I couldn’t tell you the names of the other two Americans; I only had eyes for Peter.

He was Swedish and well over 6 feet tall.  He’d been in England for several months while he tried to figure out what to do with his life.  His accent reminded me of snow and blonde braids and his smile was large and toothsome.

We decided to leave together and find another place to drink.  His pub had closed at 9 so we walked some distance to an even darker pub below street level.  We drank and made out, sloppy revelers in the bowels of a London neighborhood.

That pub closed at 10 and we staggered on to yet another and when that one closed at 11 — Why do all the pubs close at random times and so early?! I wondered noisily and repeatedly to Peter as we lurched down the street — he suggested we go home to his place.  Above the pub.

“I live there for free and work below and Jimmy my manager also lives there.  I’m not allowed to have anyone over.”

We sneaked through the darkened pub with only the shiny bits reflecting the street lamps outside as our guiding lights.  “Shhh,” he reminded me as I began to laugh.

“Here.  Get on my back.”  We were at the base of the narrowest staircase I’d ever seen, tucked behind the bar.  “He’ll only hear one set of footsteps.”

I jumped up and clung to him as he ascended each creaky, screaming step.  I nibbled his neck and he giggled, told me to stop.  He tripped and we muffled our laughs as he caught himself.  Up three flights of stairs we were at his carved, wooden door.

His room was dark and shadowy and his window was eye-level with the street lamp.  Light poured in and illuminated a window box with a cushion like a block of pale, artificial sun.

We were all over each other.  Drunken, half-strangers.  Our height difference made my neck hurt and he split his stance like a giraffe at a watering hole.  My face in his hands, his mouth on mine.

The window box was long and we moved to it.  I straddled him, the window to my right, and pulled my shirt off.  My little 34B breasts were pierced then, perky.  He moaned and took one in his mouth and I clutched his curls to me.

Our clothes peeled back to reveal our yummy bits and I sucked his deliciously uncut cock.  “They don’t do that in Europe,” he explained in his loopy Swedish sound when I remarked on it.  Literally drunk with lust I asked him if he had a condom.  He shook his head.

I thought for a split second about it and decided to throw caution to the wind.  I peeled off my jeans and pressed his naked body back on the cushion and sat astride him, his cock pressed against me, but not in me.

Above him like this I saw a beauty, a lithe young man heavy with passion — and me — bathed in light on his left side and melting into darkness on his right.  His nose had a bump in it, his mouth a Cupid’s Bow.  I cupped his face and felt his blond scruffy cheek against my palm.

I bent down and kissed him and wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly guided him in.  This was me, this was what I really wanted to be doing in London.

He gasped as I sat back on him, my mouth locked on his, his air mine.  I slowly sat up and wiggled him into me and he said, “Hyacinth, you are so beautiful.  You are like an angel spreading her wings.  I cannot bear it…”

I smiled and felt as though everywhere the light touched my skin and us I shimmered, and where we joined in the dark was cool and quiet.  I felt alive and humming, utterly beautiful.

Sadly, Peter couldn’t go much further than just that.  He was overwhelmed he said.

Instead, he pulled me down onto him and we cuddled in the window box beneath the city lamp.

Eventually, I had to head back upstairs to my family, but I gave Peter my email address before I left and for a number of years — nearly 5 — I would get an email from him saying he wanted to come to America and see me.

But I had moved on from that night and that place, though Peter would forever remain one of my fondest memories.

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I’m returning to London in roughly a month for Eroticon where I’ll be speaking on a couple of panels.  I’ll be in Bristol for the first few days of my stay for the convention itself and then will flit about after that until it’s time to come back home on the very next Wednesday.  It’s not a very long stay, only a week, but I had less time than that my first time over.

I wonder if I’ll have as much fun this time around.

e[lust] #80

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Welcome to Elust #80

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #81 Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Something Meaningful
The debate goes on
Trim

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

No Take Backsies: Sexual “Politeness”
THE Process

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Erotic Non-Fiction

She Strips The Boundaries Away The Black Bra
He enjoyed Playing with My Shoes
One… two… ménage à trois!
Doing Mt. Shasta
What’s Behind that First Strike…
Memories
How To Top Off Valentine Weekend Lovemaking
Watching Cunnilingus
Scened All Night
Spoiled in the Sun
The Tennent
01/14 Session With Mistress Claire & Others
THREESOME HEAVEN – extreme sensations
The neighbours don’t learn my name
home

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

I Don’t Date on the First Sex
Meat market

Erotic Fiction

Lines
Who’s the Boss? (She is)
A Little Distraction
Let Me Share
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies…
a bit of filth
Original Sin
Watching

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

My Day of Punishments Part 1
Filthy girl
Kink Without Sex: What Happens After Orgasms
Dominant roots
Using Our D/s to Get Through Stress

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

First Times
The number of the beast…
Sometimes Love is Not a Pie
Bareback
Looking deep through reflection
Pussy Pics
So I Was Thinking

Events

A Night with Zombies – Cinema l’Amour
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I am beyond honored: Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2015

Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2015

It’s late afternoon here and I am finally in a place where my fingers will work and possibly my words, too, so forgive me if I ramble and sound like an idiot.

This morning, while at a stop light about a mile from my office and listening to a round up of Super Tuesday results on NPR, I checked my email.

The Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2015 list was out and I was #1.

What. The. Fuck.

I burst into tears and laughter simultaneously.  I couldn’t read much because the light turned green and so I sped off chattering over and over, “Holy shit!”, “Oh my god!”, and “What the fuck!” for the short drive to my parking lot.

I still can’t really believe that I deserve the honor, but I’m doing my best to accept it graciously.  I feel like I could be so much better, but I’ll let this spurn me on to live up to Molly and @domsign’s kind assignment.

This feels a bit like thanking the Academy — and I don’t want to come off as sounding at all delusional — but when something as precious as my work here on my blog is loved by two people I esteem it leaves me a bit breathless.

Congratulations to everyone else who made the list, too.  Those I already know about, you inspire me with your talent and friendship and community every day; those of you I don’t know, I look forward to changing that!

Ever humbly yours,

xx

Hy

Below is the list in its entirety including past winners and New Voice of the Year Award(s):

… Past winners of this list: Sinclair SexSmith (2008); Coquitten (blog no longer available. 2009); (No #1 winner in 2010); Guy New York (2011); Molly’s Daily Kiss (2012); Lady Pandorah (Blog no longer open. 2013); Girl on the Net (2014).

New Voice of the Year Award

This award goes to a blog that is new this year and therefore have not been around long enough to qualify for the Top Sex Bloggers list. After much sole searching I have decided that there are two winners of this award this year.

Melina Greenport: I discovered her blog through Wicked Wednesday and have fallen increasingly in love with her sexy, intelligent, beautiful writing. Seriously, if fabulous erotic fiction is your thing then this lady is going to rock your world.

Exposing 40: Exposing 40 has launched herself into the blogging world with style, grace and passion. Her site is a body positive adventure, centred around life in your 40’s. This blog is an unashamed look at, not only her body, but both male and female guests and challenges the traditional ideals of youth = beauty/sex and I am really looking forward to seeing where this project takes her in 2016.

And now with the previews done lets launch ourselves into the main event!

Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2015

1. A Dissolute Life Means

When I started this project I knew Hy was going to make the top 10 but once all the scoring was done she emerged a worthy winner of this years list. Her writing is fearless, bold, honest and raw. She never shies away from the realities of herself when it comes to her writing. She is funny, sexy, intelligent, thought-provoking, sometimes heart breaking, and often heart warming. She also runs the fabulous #Boobday meme ‘a place for us to honour breasts of all shapes and sizes belonging to all types of folks’. In my opinion she is a most worthy winner!

2. Love Hate Sex Cake

I have long been a dedicated reader of Cheeky Minx but 2015 has seen her completely blow me away. Her photography is second to none and when coupled with her deliciously sexy prose packs a lust filled punch that will leave you breathless and returning again and again for more.

3. Malin James

Malin’s blog is a delightful mix of quality sexy erotica and thoughtful intelligent opinion pieces. One moment she will be knocking your knickers off with her erotic fiction and the next she will have you pondering the vagaries of life. She is a skilled and passionate writer, insightful, self aware and utterly engaging, her blog is one of those places that you can happily loose hours of your life in.

4. Dangerous Lilly

Lilly is all the things you want in a sex toy reviewer; honest, smart, dedicated, and knowledgeable. Her no nonsense writing is engaging and informative and damn can she make me laugh. This woman really knows her stuff, and she is my go to site when when I want to get an opinion on a sex toy. She is one of those bloggers who comes across as being totally and utterly herself and her blog is possibly one the best designed and easiest to navigate on this whole list.

5. Switch Studies

I first discovered Ginger Nic’s blog through Elust but doing the research for this list caused me to delve a lot deeper into her site, what I found totally hooked me in. Her writing is intelligent, artistic, and covers a wide range of topics. It is a true glimpse into her life and thought processes that will make you want to read on. There really is something for everyone here, regardless of your persuasion

6. Holden and Camille

In my opening post about the list back in January I said if you knock my knickers off you are going to do well and these guys totally did that. In fact they didn’t just knock them off they tore them off and threw them across the room. Their photography is quite frankly smoking hot. From suggestively erotic to devilishly filthy these guys have it covered, or should that be uncovered? This blog is a fabulous journey through one couples sex lives in the bedroom, living room, dinning room, bathroom, staircase and beyond and whenever I visit there I always end up leaving with the urge to indulge in a damn good fuck.

7. Remittance Girl

If, like me, you like your erotica raw and gritty with not a happy ever after ending in sight then RG’s writing is the stuff for you. Combine that with strong, well reasoned opinion pieces and you have got yourself a winner. In my opinion RG is one of the best writers of short erotic literature of our time. She has the power to make you think about human desire and eroticism in a way that will at times leave you uncomfortable whilst also turning you on.

8. Stranded in Toronto

There is no one else quite like Stranded in the sex blogging community in my opinion. A fine writer, he has a talent for combining sci-fi and fantasy with humour and hot dirty sex that will have you returning again and again to his site. 2015 has been the year of self publishing for him but that has not slowed him down when it comes to his blog. He is prolific in his writing and there is always something new to enjoy on his site.

9. The Big Gay Review

This blog was completely new to us and both of us were completely taken with it. It is beautiful presented, easy to navigate and his pictures of the products that he reviews are not only beautifully done but also numerous so you really get to see the products in detail. Oh and this guy is funny. He has a wonderful turn of phrase that resulted in us both sitting here chuckling to ourselves as we read. I have a feeling that hanging out with Dave in real life would be a total blast and he most definitely has been added to the list of sex bloggers I would one day like to meet in person.

10. Domme Chronicles

I have been a very long time reader of Ferns, in fact over the years I am fairly sure there is not much of her content that I have not actually read. Despite the fact that her kink is pretty much the direct opposite of mine I am an avid reader of her site. She is a phenomenal writer and her blog is an honest frank account of what it means to her to be a female Domme.

11. Seattle Poly Chick N/A
12. My Dissolute Life @nlikes
13. The Power Exchange @talesofmouse
14. Abbi Rode and Told @OCDcrankypants
15. Rebel’s Notes @rebelsnotes
16. Girly Juice @girly_juice
17. Innocent Loverboy @innocentlb
18. The Drew Duality @dualdrew
19. Ann St Vincent @AnnStVincent
20. Jade Aurora Waters @jadeawaters
21. Insatiable Desire @RayneMillaray
22. Understanding Flutterby @FlutterbyFlip
23. Cammies on the floor @cammiesonfloor
24. Aerie’s Room @aeriesroom
25. Seaside Slut Diary @seasideslut
26. Sex Blog (of Sorts) N/A
27. oh Joy Sex Toy @ErikaMoen
28. Modesty Ablaze @ablazingmodesty
29. Denying Thumper @thumperMN
30. Lady Laid Bare @JillyBoyd
31. Redhead Bedhead @joellennotte
32. Hey Epiphora @epiphora
33. The Gritty Woman @GrittyWoman
34. Miss Ruby Reviews @MissRubyReviews
35. Behind the Chintz Curtain @ChintzCurtain
36. Superotica @TamsinFlowers
37. The Sub Mission @The_Sub_Mission
38. Rouged Mount N/A
39. You can’t Tame this Sassy Cat @Sassycat38
40. BD Swain @redswain
41. The Submission of Elle @hispetitelle
42. Temperature’s Rising N/A
43. Ninja Sexology @ninjasexology
44. Cara Sutra @thecarasutra
45. Kitty Stryker @kittystryker
46. Deviantt Kitten @devianttkitten
47. Horny Geek Girl @hornygeekgirl
48. Poison Pen Dirty Mind @OleanderPlume
49. Teachers have sex @teachershavesex
50. Penny for your Dirty Thoughts @pennysblog
51. Emmeline Peaches Reviews @EmmelinePeaches
52. Maria Open’s Up @MSM1647
53. A to sub Bee @sub_bee
54. Songs From His Nyghtbird N/A
55. A Roll in the Hay @kinthehay
56. Apricot Creams @apricotcreams
57. A Sexual Being @KaylaLords
58. Reticent Mental Property N/A
59. Janine Ashbless N/A
60. The Erotic Writer N/A
61. Crista Anne @pinkness
62. Ero Centric @EROcentric
63. Break Out N/A
64. Happy Come Lucky @ht_honey
65. Stella Kiink @stellakiink
66. He’s Naked @hesnaked
67. F Dot Leonora @fdotleonora
68. Tabitha Rayne @TabithaErotica
69. This Girl’s Weblog N/A
70. Under His Hand N/A
71. Toy Meets Girl @dizzygirl812
72. Sex is my New Hobby @SexIsMyNewHobby
73. Exhibit A @EA_unadorned
74. Cara Thereon N/A
75. Marvelous Darling @marvydarling
76. The Other Livvy @theotherlivvy
77. Beck and Her Kinks @BeckAndHerKinks
78. Just Indecerous @JustIndecerous
79. Mr Wills House of Thrills @MrWills_HoT
80. A Kilted Wookie Writes @Kilted_Wookie
81. Artemisia FemmeCock @AFemmeCock
82. Illicit thoughts @Kats_my_Name__
83. Kink Praxis @TGStoneButch
84. Bangs and Whimpers @bangsnwhimpers
85. Vagina Antics @vaginaantics
86. Jerusalem Mortimer: Between the Lines @JaimeMortimer
87. The Lustful Literate @lustfulliterate
88. Ella Dawson @brosandprose
89. Sexologist Vixenne @DrVixenne
90. Frisky in the 916 @jackandjillcpl
91. Absolutely Ruby @Absolutely_Ruby
92. Malflic @malflic
93. The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast @RoseCaraway
94. Bex talks Sex @bextalkssex
95. Frisky’s Sex Toy Reviews @FriskyGirl_
96. Kinky Biker Mom @KinkyBikerMom
97. Wank of the Day @wankoftheday
98. Charlie in the Pool @charlieinthe
99. My Sex Life with Lola N/A

 

The debate goes on.

[Ed. note: When I first wrote this I hadn’t read the article.  I’ve since read it and its rather appalling claims.  However, even having not read it initially, I think it did its job in sparking the debate in my head and that’s still ok for me.]

On Thursday a post was brought to my attention written by a woman I don’t know.  In it she was critical of women like me who show their bodies online, the gist being that we are misguided in our empowerment (we’re actually indoctrinated by men into believing that our bare bodies are powerful naked).  Some of you have been guessing which post it was and in trying to solve the mystery have  highlighted to me other critical posts about women sharing images of their bodies — this woman isn’t alone in her feelings, certainly.

She didn’t call me out by name, but described the Boobday meme I’ve been running for almost two years, and was derogatory in her description of a man she was dating who had commented positively on a Boobday post.

After some reflection I wrote this on the next day’s Boobday post:

Frankly, I can’t believe we’re still having this argument.  It reminds me of the whole porn debate, that women who participate in it are somehow undermining the good fight for equality and respect.  Well, not exactly.  Many women who are in porn go in with their eyes open and with a love for sex and performance.  How is that a bad thing?  Of course it certainly depends on the woman, the type of porn, etc., but they’re not all barely legal girls with daddy issues and a drug problem and even if they were, they’re entitled to do as they please and not be judged for it or blamed for the downfall of feminism.

Likewise, the images I share come from confidence and joy, not desperation or a need to be loved.  They’re controlled and dictated solely by me.  No man tells me what to do here.  In fact, I share in large part for other women, to show an alternative body shape as beautiful and sensual.   Today’s image in particular I chose because of the stretch marks you can see that appeared when I was breastfeeding my baby.

I share my body because I want to and because I can.  It’s that simple.  I don’t understand what the big deal is to people and why they must generalize about the motivations of those who do.  So you don’t want to??  Ok.  Cool.  So don’t, but don’t tell me why I do it.  Tell us why you don’t in a way that isn’t projecting onto us and go about your day.

You’re self-conscious, it doesn’t feel right to you, it’s embarrassing because omg, you’re naked!, your man would get jealous, you’d feel guilty, your mama told you never to do it, whatever.

I like it, it feels right to me, and I can, so I do.

I don’t need to justify the deeper drives that coalesce in this one body to make me into the exhibitionist that I am, that make me promiscuous or bold or strong.  I am what I am and I love this woman just the way she is.

I think I speak for many here when I say that owning my body and its sexuality is by far more empowering to me than hiding it.  I eschew traditional forms of many things — dating, sex, relationships — so why would I embrace a traditional belief about nudity?  Me doing this makes far more sense than not and I’d like to think I am able to show the world that just because a woman bares her body doesn’t mean that’s all there is to her.  And, luckily for me, I’ve written hundreds of thousands of words to back that up and they’re all available in this handy dandy blog.

My body and its availability to the public is an extension of my art.  I could write the rest of my life and never post another pic and be perfectly content, but it wouldn’t feel complete.  This body is part of my larger work and denying that would be first dishonest and second pointless.  And why?  To agree with some of my sisters that my bare breasts disempower me?  No thanks.

Still scratching your head about why it is I do this?  You can also read this or you can happily disagree with me and think I’m a slave to men’s knuckle-dragging desires.  Either way, I’m not gonna worry about it.  I’m just gonna do me and that includes some boobs, a little ass, and a whole lotta words.

I take great pride in my work and feed off its artistry, the response loop.  I feel more powerful because I choose to; I am empowered because I process the transaction that way.  I hated my body for so long that allowing it to be beautiful fills me with release and strength.  People may vehemently disagree with how I feel empowered, but that’s a lot like saying someone else knows when I’m allowed to feel anything.

Related to power, there’s also agency.  I am lucky to be an American woman and am theoretically safe from recriminations.  The idea that women who exhibit their nude bodies demoralizes the feminist agenda or erodes the progress we’ve made smells an awful lot like slut shaming.  If only we didn’t show off our bodies, then men would respect us!  No, men should respect us regardless of how we present ourselves.  If we lie, cheat, and steal disrespect all you want, but because I show my tits is not commentary on my character.  I still help little old ladies, rescue bees from the pool, and give back incorrect change that was in my favor.

Over time women’s chastity and modesty have become intertwined with respectability, but how does that work?  It’s why breastfeeding women are driven underground.  God forbid any part of a woman’s body be exposed to even feed her baby.  I can’t swallow that; I say my body, my rules.

I disagree that what I do with my body has any negative effect on other women.  The people who choose to behave badly are the ones who own that blame.  I’m just over here in my tiny corner of the internet having a good time.  If some asshole decides to spew misogynistic bullshit everywhere because he saw my tits and it made him angry/uncomfortable/irate/offended/turned-on/whatever then that’s him.  Do you blame the match or the dickhead who flicks it into dry brush for the wildfire?

I know I have a growing voice in a small community and I take the responsibility seriously.  I write to educate, to show a different side of an object of desire.  For example, I write often on Instagram about the ridiculousness of unsolicited dick pics because men see my photos and apparently can’t execute any self control — victim blaming at its finest and reducing men into raging, horny ids who can’t control themselves when they see a woman.

“Damn baby ur so fine thought you’d want to see what u did to me.”

No, I didn’t do that to you, sir.  You’re a healthy man who reacted to stimuli and then you chose to assault me with that image.  I never asked to see the proof of your health.

I understand that the sliver of myself I allow the world to see might be confusing to some, but that’s only if the lens through which you’re viewing me is skewed to see only modest women as those worthy of respect and honor.  An immodest woman, however, is fair game for anything and that, my friends, is a dangerous thought and what scares me the most because in the end even immodesty is subjective as any rape victim or receiver of any unwanted attention can tell you.

The idea that women exercising their freedoms to express their sexuality, sensuality, or art are working against the grain of feminism or empowerment is preposterous.  Sex and our bodies are not the only things that make a woman feel empowered — they’re just a couple — and some of us are fighting the fight this way because it’s what we do best.

Other women can fight it in the courtroom or on the streets or at round table debates on their college universities — I’m not strong there, I’m strong here — and they can live a more modest life than me all the while brilliantly articulating all the injustices of sexism.   I’ll reach the other half with my nude body and thoughts on the patriarchy.  Why can’t we do both and show what real sisterhood means?  You do it that way and I’ll do it this way. 

Having said all of that, here is my modestly immodest photo for Sinful Sunday, yet another meme which encourages people to drop the shackles of shame and fear and self-recriminations and bare it all in the name of art and joy.

Enjoy, you knuckle-draggers.  I’ll be over here educating passersby on what equality really means.

 

Hy cardigan sillhouette

Click the lips to see the other dissolutes out there flashing their bits.

Sinful Sunday