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  • Domestic Bliss

    I can't wait until I can do it again.

    I mean, until I can do it again with Jake, meaning really until HE can do it again with ME.

    His scar is looking much better (although I'd probably want to take my eyes off it whilst he takes me) and he feels much fitter, but it's best to be careful.

    I was upset last night after learning from a work mate that she's 4 months pregnant (you can't tell, I look more preggers than her with her eternally flat tum!) and I felt silly for struggling with holding back my tears.

    Jealous and feeling stupid because of it I slunk into Jake's flat until he'd teased out of me what was making me feel blue, and he gave me a big hug.
    As he was eating his dinner I knelt by his feet and put my head on his lap whilst hugging his legs, he patted my head and told me: "I can understand you, and I'm annoyed with myself because I just want to bang you" - instead we are going to have to go through that whole sperm washing malarkey.

    Never mind, our time will come as he told me repeatedly. "You look so cute" he said as he stroked my stupid, tear-streaked face.

    Yes, it's a blessing that I still look shaggable when I'm upset I suppose.
    And I refuse to think and worry about things not working out for us when I look forward to watch that other girl's stomach grow in such close proximity.
    I got over the other girl's pregnancy too, eventually, the one whose due date was a week after mine. She gave birth to an adorable little boy and I feel nothing but happy for her - all resentment gone.

    But one thing's for sure: I'll never tell any other girls without being asked what it feels like to be pregnant. They may already know.

  • My pussy's hairy days are numbered

    ... as of tonight!

    Jake bravely persisted with the oral last night after I paid him a fleeting visit following a night out with the girls, but I can tell it will be more fun for both of us once I have been plucked and pruned.

    We couldn't have sex because of his own "fanny" (as he calls his viciously stapled scar) and the still swollen surrounding tissue, so we just watched each other masturbate instead.
    He is actually the first guy I have known to look utterly cute and edible when wanking, usually nobody's wank face is that attractive!

    He wouldn't stop biting my tit and I laughed and said "You're the last man I want biting my tits who I've not given birth to!". He loved that comment and continued sucking and biting me, more gently.

    I used my thin vibe up my ass as I stroked my clit to orgasm, and he pushed a finger in and out of me whilst focussing his attention on my face, then my wet crotch.
    We came at the same time, me noisily, him messily. Nice - shows how we are synching even when we don't have actual sex. :)

  • Dangers of anonymous sex blogs

    So - another sex blogger's anonymity bites the dust.

    What is it with the public's obsession to unmask every last anonymous blogger who happens to have landed a publishing deal?
    Are people THAT bored of gritty, real-life stories which can only ever be honestly told from behind a veil of pseudonymity?

    After all, which person's true life story has ever become more fascinating through (self-) censorship?

    Is it perhaps that the sex blogger's intrusive pen has become second only to the toothed vagina in the top ten of a straight man's greatest sex paranoias?

    Perhaps the worry that every bit of pre-coital conversation, every move and squelch may be analyzed by a woman's probing mind and pored over by an international community of one-handed readers could be enough to cause men to behave in a more respectful way towards their conquests, girlfriends and spouses!?

    Wouldn't that be a good thing?
    Why try to find out who every last one of these women might be, as some things are better left private.

    If you are the man who expects a woman to suck you off after your cock has made her bleed, if you are the guy who never calls a woman again after you enjoyed each other's company for a night of passion, if you're a guy who cheats and hurts women with your deceit, if you bite someone as you take her doggy-style so her arm is blue for a week, or if you encourage her to eat in an expensive restaurant, then refuse to pick up the bill - perhaps you should be worried she may explore these experiences in a blog, but it should also be in your interest that she (and therefore you) remain anonymous.

    Everyone has experiences worth writing about, but only some of us do.
    Most people have demanding jobs or families that leave them no time for creative self-expression, and yes, it is the necessity to stay in the mainstream workplace that compells sex bloggers to remain anonymous as it is only the very few and lucky ones who can afford to live off their earnings from writing full-time.

    And it maintains a balance in our writing, as it would be a boring read indeed if all we ever did was go on dates, fall into bed and write about it the next day since that would hardly reflect the majority of our readers' realities who have a full life, including a 'day' job and may find it a challenge to relate to someone who doesn't.

    Belle didn't want to stay a call girl forever, and had the sense not to rest on her writing laurels as she didn't want her whole persona to be defined by her sex life.

    People's priorities change, and once she is a busy working mother she may not find so many tantalising things to write about, so, like many people in the arts, she realised that being a sex writer can only ever be a temporary career. And her ambitions were higher than that, anyway - the reason she needed the cash in the first place was to fund her PhD.

    Why did she keep a blog about her work as a hooker, you may wonder? Probably for many of the same reasons I kept a blog about my multi-dating experiment:

    1) To keep track of people you've spent time with, as it is so easy to forget things that may make a cool memory to re-visit once you are a wrinkly geriatric.

    2) To be part of a community. People in office jobs, on the shop floor or a hospital, in fact most professions I can think of have the daily support of colleagues, and an environment where they can communicate with other people on a regular basis and not feel isolated. As a sex worker (like Belle), someone contracted to a film set for a limited period of time (like Zoe Margolis) or a freelancer/temp as was the case with me when I first started blogging you can get very lonely, and to join an online community of bloggers who also share intimate details of their personal lives feels very nice and supportive. It is less lonely than "just" being a writer, and is a great incentive to carry on writing if that is your favourite medium of creative expression.

    3) To make sense of it all. Sometimes we doubt our own choices and the wisdom behind the path we have chosen, so to write these doubts and reflections down can help order our thoughts and to learn from our experiences. When I realised that many of the things I was going through were just repetitions of episodes I had written about previously, I discovered a pattern of expectation and subsequent disappointment which made me change the way I looked at and did things. I've always kept a diary in order to do this, and it's a great tool for introspection and learning your life lessons in order to make better choices.

    4) It's a form of repentence. People who go to church give confession and feel a weight lifted off their minds, so occasionally it can feel very liberating to off-load some niggling thoughts, get them down on paper/on the web and move on with your day. Nobody's perfect, but to acknowledge that fact is usually a great step to feel better about yourself. At least you may have made someone laugh in the process if you're the author of a widely read blog.

    5) To show that you matter. Yes, you may only be a person struggling along in your everyday life like anyone else, failing to meet Mr Right/stay on top of your student debt/find a decent shag once a week/get the French father of your daughter to take an interest in your life - but check out the 300,000 words you can accumulate about nothing but your sex life in 3 years! What a result!

    6) To use your intellect. When you are in a dead-end job where you feel underchallenged/freezing daily on a film set/on your back with your knickers around your ankles for most of the day, where does a woman get to use her little grey cells!? Start a blog! Your writing style will soon improve and you'll get a kick out of collecting an eger community of horny readers. If your posts are boring, you won't - so you'll have to try harder.

    As for why you'd want to stay anonymous!?
    1) Not necessarily for your parents' sake. It astounds me that so many commenters on articles related to Brooke or Zoe's outings say: "Her parents must be proud! Not!" as if it were something shameful to be a best-selling author.
    Because the books contain graphic descriptions of sex!? Blow me down, I have an incling that most people's parents may have partaken in a session of hot nookie or two themselves! Simple biology...
    Also, parents have a knack for being proud of their kids - be they single teenage mums, recovering drug addicts, in prison, working in Boots, high court judges or window cleaners.
    The only thing parents may not be so proud of may well be to read hypocritical, judgemental comments of their small-minded offspring online, showing off their limited intellect to all the world!
    As it happens, my mum is extremely proud of my own achievement af getting my book published, despite its embarrassing title. She even showed it off to my 93-year-old grandma. They've not read it though, apart from the acknowledgements.

    2) To keep your mortgage. Whilst many employers may not look kindly on you spending your spare time blogging about what you got up to between the sheets, it is your own business and hardly a reason for sacking someone, but it may be embarrassing to face your boss or work colleagues in meetings if they know the contents, scent and intruders of your knickers in detail. So you may feel less comfortable at work which could influence your performance.
    I don't think I have enough interesting things to say to keep the pennies flowing in based on my writing alone (especially in this economy, and pay cuts in the media left, right and centre) so I wouldn't want to try. But in order to keep my job, flat and pension I prefer to keep my two identities separate.

    3) To spare people's blushes who appear between your pages. Some accounts of sexual encounters aren't flattering, and after all it's personal so you should do your utmost to protect people's true identities. You may have met your ex' conservative parents or done something you're not proud of which you then tried to come to grips with in your writing, so the confession you have decided to share with the world should remain confidential.

    If you are open with the ones closes to you, you may be pleasantly surprised however. There's nothing better than showing off your achievements to and sharing your success with the people you love, and their support is vital.

    Since the news of Belle's outing broke, my boyfriend has offered to sign any legal disclaimer which would prevent him from doing the same as "Owen" (mind your head now, dear), and I've had nothing but support for my own writing from close friends and my family.
    Needless to say, they are all open-minded, intelligent people who enjoy sex!

    I can relate to when Belle says she felt worse at times about her writing than about having sex for money, that sort of secrecy whilst an aspect of you is in the public eye can be a burden to bear, especially if you are simultaneously acting all secret squirrel and trying to promote your book in order to increase sales to a respectable number to allow you to recoupe your advance.
    The over-eager snappers at most book events and various related Facebook groups don't help, but it is surprising at how many of these events you can get away with a comedy wig and glasses!

    After all, it's much more fun being a secret agent with a hidden double life than a snoop...
    I won't claim that my writing persona is saving the city from crime like a female Batman or Spiderman, but discussing gender differences and sex taboos honestly may help to make the world a better place for some fellow horny females.

  • Sex blogging is front page news again!

    So Belle de Jour 'decided' to "out" herself.

    I hear it is all to do with a bitter ex boyfriend, who instead of resulting to blackmail would do well to keep his head down and say a prayer of thanks for having been involved in her life in the first place.

    I don't know who he is, but I am sure she never set out to hurt or harm him, whatever she did. She comes across as honest and in possession of her integrity and full mental capabilities in her writing, but that doesn't protect a woman from occasionally inviting an utter arsehole into her life.

    I just hope it will all work out for her in the end, and judging by mostly supportive online comments about her story it seems like things will be just fine and dandy. I relate to her assessment that anonymity can be a bit of a burden.
    As far as I know she did in fact go to her book launch, disguised as a waitress, but I didn't go to mine. Not that I had one organised for my book's launch anyway, just a little something I set up as a cross-promotion with Cherry Jam, but it wasn't busy enough for me to safely show my face although I wore an Ugly-Betty style wig!

    As for the people who think Belle's parents will be shocked: How do they think they conceived her in the first place!? Is sex really still that much of a taboo in 2009?! And getting paid for an activity you enjoy doing anyway?
    The amounts of times I'd thought how much a little cash could have sweetened some of my more disappointing sexual encounters... But to this day I always answer any questions at the GUM clinic relating to receiving money for sex with a chuckle and "I wish" (at which the nurse usually laughs and ticks another box for "low-risk" patient). Unless you count being paid as an erotic non-fiction author of course!

    Just think of all those people stacking shelves in Boots, sitting behind the check-out at Sainsbury's or driving night buses. Don't you think they'd enjoy their jobs a little more if it involved silk, lace, expensive dinners, champagne and hotels, stimulating conversation, an orgasm and £200 an hour!??

    Anyway, that was my two pennies' worth for today - I am off for a run as long as the sun is still shining, leaving Jake to play around with repairing his camera. He still can't move much and the staples next to his hip bone make him look like a horny Frankenstein's monster, but he is feeling much better, thanks!

    WHAT FELLOW BLOGGERS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT BELLE/BROOKE:
    http://troubled-diva.com/2009_11_15_troubled-diva_archive.html#9219121044717272770
    http://www.techcrunch.com/2009/11/14/nsfw-belle-de-jour-brooke-magnanti-anonymous-blogging/

    And why anonymity's important to erotic non-fiction bloggers:
    http://girlwithaonetrackmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/outcome.html

  • Peed on a stick last night...

    ... and discovered I'm about to ovulate.

    It is one of those tests that detects the LH surge, for those of you not knowledgeable about the wonders of fertility-prediction hardware.
    http://www.firstresponsefertility.com/easy-read-ovulation-test.php?show=info

    So I showed the stick to Jake, as in "what do you intend to do about it" and his response was a not-very surprising: "big fat nothing" considering he was in pain and is about to go into surgery today.

    Also we don't think that sticking his sperm into my blender would be as scientific as letting the fertility clinic do the sperm-spinning procedure which separates the little buggers from their potentially infectious bathwater!

    Needless to say, I got a bit sexually frustrated, and so did he. As he keeps his flat at near-tropical temperatures I soon became too hot and my jeans too uncomfortable, so I took them off. Soon after, I removed my top too, just to tease him a bit and to feel more of my skin against his t-shirt as we sat watching "True Blood".

    "If I were a vampire, would you be a vampire with me?" he asks and I chuckle at the parallels. Not that I would want to share his current blood-borne status but I sometimes feel as though I have certainly made a brave choice in the specialist group I've now started dating into.
    I say I'd think about it, maybe consider it once my looks were starting to fade - and he turned his face around and made a cat-like hissing noise, which startled me and I screamed, then fell about laughing as I hugged him and he tried to get at my throat.

    "I love you, Jake" I cannot help but tell him at every opportune moment, hugging into him on the sofa with my head on his chest, feeling so very contented after he cooked me an amazing meal.
    "Me too" he says.

    "If I got a dog, would you look after it for me whilst I'm at work?" I asked him after the programme had finished, but he doesn't like dogs. "I'd kill it" he goes, and I know he doesn't mean it but he then explains that he wouldn't keep a dog in a flat despite the fact that our neighbours have two.
    "It would be a small dog" I tell him, but he says: "when we have a house, you can have a dog". "A house?" I can't help but feel pleased that he has thought about that kind of future for us, "Yes, if we are going to have a kid we should have a house" he confirms, "but we could wait til the kid is two or something, and then move somewhere bigger".

    Count me in!

  • A - BAD - review (just for balance)

    Something I just submitted to the Worst Review Ever blog...

    Half a star from Elaine Emerton on Facebook's Visual Bookshelf (LivingSocial application):

    "To anyone considering reading this book, my advice would be: don't waste your time! Sure, it's titillating enough, with the author being very frank about her sexual encounters during a period of multi-dating after a painful break-up, and the "finding yourself" story that eventually pops up in the epilogue is sweet enough. To reach that, however, have to go through 300 pages of writing from a woman who is, at least as far as I am concerned, not very likeable at all. This isn't some kind of prudish thing because she wants to "have sex like a man", all power to her elbow on that score. It's just that, for me at least, she appears to have a very high opinion of herself, and I can find nothing in the narrative that would make me warm to her. I found myself not caring whether she found love, which I am sure is not what the author would hope for! If all you want is some cheap titillation, then go ahead and read this (though the interent might be a cheaper option!), if you want a good read, find something else."

    1. When and where did this review appear?
    It doesn't have a date, but I discovered it when I joined the Visual Bookshelf application on Facebook in October 2009.

    2. How did you happen upon the review?
    I checked if my book was listed in the Visual Bookshelf, and alas it was! Closely followed by this damning onslaught on my not-very-likable personality.

    3. How did you feel immediately after seeing the review?
    I was intrigued. Having been spoilt by nothing but good to brilliant feedback about my first book, it was interesting to read an opinion that was so different from the mainstream.

    4. Did you do anything in response to the review?
    I sent it to you!

    5. If you did something in response, how do you feel about said reaction in retrospect?
    Good, because it gives me a chance to share my response to her review.

    6. What other steps did you take in an effort to assuage your pain?
    Thankfully I am not in pain at all. If this lady doesn't think I come across as likeable, that is her opinion and well done for persevering in reading on about the fate of someone she doesn't care about. I also think her review has some positive elements despite the low star count, she says that "the "finding yourself" story that eventually pops up in the epilogue is sweet enough", which goes some way to ease the blow that this complete stranger doesn't find me likeable.
    As a non-fiction writer you always wonder and worry about just how badly you are stitching yourself up, and I didn't make a huge effort to justify any of my not-so-cute behaviour or feelings. My main aim was to be as honest about my experiences and emotional journey as I could in my writing, and to be honest I am amazed not more people who read the book don't like what I have to say! I wouldn't say I have a high opinion of myself, rather the opposite - but the editing process removed any reference to me seeing a therapist as a way to deal with the emotional lows of my quest, so probably some of it came across as a bit haughty and one-sided.
    If you decide to share your flaws with the world there are bound to be a few people who don't warm to you as a result of that.

    7. How long did it take you to get over the pain and humiliation of the review (assuming you got over it)?
    Five minutes.

    8. What, if anything, positive came from receiving your WORST…REVIEW…EVER?
    I think she has a point, and I will make an effort in my next book to come across a bit more sweet and fluffy. Or perhaps not. I think all of us have a "dark" side which we commit to our diaries or hide in the deeper corners of our memories, the difference is that mine got published. I write under a pseudonym so she doesn't really know who I am and my friends all warm to me or warn me if my opinion of myself gets too high :P, so I don't take this personally and try to use it as constructive criticism instead.

    9. Anything you’d like to add?
    Thank you, Elaine, for throwing some balance out there on the web amongst all the four and five-star reviews! They wouldn't help to reign in my high opininon of myself, but your review has certainly helped me to keep it real. I also wanted to add that you cannot read it "cheaper on the internet". In order to complete this book I went through a year-long editing process which cut down the total blog word count of around 300k words to 95k, and includes 'friends only' entries which aren't visible to the world but only select blog friends. So if you would like to read my story despite what the lady above has to say, you will have to order it on Amazon (where occasionally copies can be found for 50p or less, which I think is probably cheap enough).

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    I thought I just had to share that with you!

  • Nominate me please!

    Dear Friends

    if you have read and enjoyed my book or my blog, please could you take a few minutes to nominate me for the New Venture Award 2009, as awarded by Women In Publishing?

    http://www.facebook.com/l/566a7;www.wipub.org.uk/awards/index.php

    The deadline is November 16th (yes, sorry - that soon!) and this award honours women who have made a courageous departure into uncharted territory - i.e. discovering that "having sex like a man" isn't necessarily compatible with a woman's psyche, but that trying it for myself was one hell of a ride.

    The blurb about this award says:
    "Since 1987, the New Venture Award is presented to a woman or group of women who have embarked on a challenge that pioneers into new publishing territory. The venture/idea should be new (less than 3 years old) and untraditional."

    Whilst screwing around isn't really a new idea as far as I can tell, the genre as a publishing phenomenon didn't become popular until 2006 when Girl with a One-Track Mind's memoir came out.

    So please support me in becoming a more widely-known (and award-winning) erotic non-fiction author by making your opinion known!

    Thank you
    Sienna
    xxx

  • Positive thoughts

    I love being with Jake because

    1) He doesn't consume me.
    I am still myself, and he is himself. I don't expect to change him, and I feel good enough in who I am when I am with him. I make my plans, and he makes his, but usually we let each other be a part of or party to these plans which is fantastic, but not restrictive. I look at him as an independent entity, one that I am neither responsible for nor held accountable for his actions, but I care deeply and want to be supportive to him and continue to be supported by him.

    2) He is communicative.
    His mouth is wired to his brain with no detour, and he shares freely and lets me share freely what is on my mind. He doesn't misunderstand me and is always willing to elaborate when I ask him to.

    3) He is sweet and caring.
    Nothing changed there, then, but it is all on a much deeper level than when we were "just" friends.

    4) He is honoured to be in the next book.
    I was worried about that and ready to change anything he'd ask me to, but he is happy with being committed to print :)

    5) He firmly plans to have me in his life, and be in mine.
    But again, this isn't restrictive - it feels like the ultimate freedom, supported by an extra pair of wings.

    6) of his musical talent
    Sexy, impressive, amazing.

    7) His sense of humour so closely matches mine.
    We laugh and joke all the time - and it all feels normal, yet special to be in his company.

    8) He is mischievous - and loves my own mischievous streak. Playing, dressing up, winding each other up, throwing grapes, flirting, watching evangelical preachers on late-night Sky rather than porn - you name it, it cracks us up!

    9) The trust between us. I don't have to ask him or worry, I just know. And he knows. There is nothing to worry about, and nothing to jeopardise what we have. I absolutely know where I sit in his heart, and where he sits in mine. It is a niche nobody else can occupy, and I have earned my place, as has he. A lovely feeling!

    10) He is brave and active, a doer.

  • "My snake has excellent GPS in the jungle"

    he reassures me when I warn him that I am letting all grow out to visit this wax lady in around a week.

    This is the least I can do to show my solidarity with his pain as he is about to undergo his operation.

    I just love his sense of humour! Literally, that was his response when I said I worried about being a hairy lady for a while... :D

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