If you’ve only just started following this blog, allow me to introduce you to Eroticon: the sex writing conference based at Arlington House in Camden, where sex bloggers, erotic writers and other awesome people gather once a year to share their knowledge and expertise. This year’s was exceptional, and if you’re interested in getting started in sex blogging/writing, now feels like the perfect time to join in, because the community is growing so wonderfully.
It’s that time of year again! Just over two weeks to go until Eroticon, the UK conference for sex writers, bloggers, and other erotic creative types. If you’re in or near London on 16th/17th March, and you want to join us for fun workshops and talks on all things sex and writing (and some awesome demos of kink equipment and sex toys from the sponsors) buy a ticket and start planning which of the awesome talks you want to come to!
I haven’t had sex for over three weeks. I can’t remember the last time I did, either. Not the position or the length or the time of day, or even whether I came. Maybe we started with a soft blow job. Perhaps it began with his hands down my knickers or me begging him to watch porn and touch himself for me. I can’t remember when I last had sex, or how. And now I’m wondering: what if I never had sex again?
Sometimes my sexy blogs end with an orgasm. Other times they don’t. Sometimes they are neatly rounded off with a Scrubs-voiceover-style conclusion, wrapping up the whole experience with a neat and quotable line about love or empathy or deep-throating or what have you. But other times I leave them hanging, like on a recent post about getting fucked by a machine which ended just as I started speculating on whether my partner’s dick could fit inside me while I rode it. Someone in the comments said they’d like to know what happened next, and seeing as this is a question I get asked a lot about the sexy blog posts, I thought I’d have a crack at answering it.
Over on my guest blog page, I’ve long had an open call for blog posts that feature ‘eloquent disagreement/rebuttal of any of my own strong and angry opinions.’ Very few people ever pitch me guest blogs that involve them disagreeing with me, though: I can only assume I’m either far too scary or pretty-much-always right. So when @pervy_thoughts – who has written an excellent guest blog here before on being a nudist – dropped into my inbox to disagree with my thoughts on the word ‘filthy’, I was delighted to read him approaching the topic from a different perspective. In my original post I argued that using ‘negative’ words like ‘filthy’ to describe sex isn’t just enjoyable, it’s inevitable, because wherever there is taboo there’ll be filthy perverts like me trying to kink that taboo until it becomes hot. Fred is here to advocate for an alternative: you can write about sex without using negative terms…