More Serious Discussion

So I got the job I was hoping for.

Yay me.  I'm actually really happy about it.  But what it means is that, in combination with a few other circumstances... I have basically no time to blog.  At all.

Yeah.

I'm not stopping.  I'm just telling you all why I'm not blogging at the moment.  Things will change and I'll get more time, I hope, and then maybe I'll be able to start up again.  But for right now, I need the money and I can't make money like this.  The job comes first.  Well, actually, Sveta comes first, then job, then other stuff, then, sadly, the blog.

So I love you, and I'll be back I hope, but if you don't see me around as much, that's why.

Fuck You Again Blogger

Blogger doesn't confirm comment deletion, nor does it offer the ability to delete to the trashcan and later recover said deletions.  So I had a lot of nice comments which went bye-bye when I accidentally pressed the wrong button.  I shall reproduce them in their entirety below because I love you all.  Fortunately, they were available to me via email.

Also, I'm turning off comment moderation because I almost never get spam or anything which needs to be moderated, and I'm not around often enough to make it fair to anyway.  Expect to see comments immediately.  I can still moderate them after they're published anyway.

Here we go:

Jack and Jill left a comment on "TMI Maybe":

Masturbation rules no matter what month it is! We're a bit intrigued by your porn collection. :)

Jack and Jill left a comment on "Flash Fiction Friday - Gasps":

Nothing more fun than upsetting uptight people! Great story. 

TemptingSweets99 left a comment on "Flash Fiction Friday - Gasps":

"There’s no point in indulging a hint of mischief if no one disapproves."

Love it! Happy FFF!

Advizor54 left a comment on "Flash Fiction Friday - Gasps":

If your new found employment interferes with your writing, then I will have to insist that you move in with me as a sponsor and keep up with your art. :-)

The Panserbjørne left a comment on "Flash Fiction Friday - Gasps":

I stole it from one of your photo archives somewhere, I'm pretty sure. I don't think it was one you actually sent to me.

Glad to have you playing along!

-- PB

Max left a comment on "Flash Fiction Friday - Gasps":

Lovely little piece. As you say, what's the fun if no one disapproves? :-)

Happy FFF!

Thanks everyone.  And I'm sorry I deleted these and they won't appear where they should.  But I love you all, even my lurkers.  No need to comment for me to love you.

Flash Fiction Friday - Gasps

Some people smile as I walk by.  They’re the kind I hate.  They’re boring.  I want a disapproving glare, a sour glance, even a gasp.  There’s no point in indulging a hint of mischief if no one disapproves.  But the ones I like the best are the eyes that follow even as they mouth scandalized nonsense.  They burn my skin hotter than the sun.  And I smile and let them look and get wet as wet can be.

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Short this week, but with a kick.  I’m not sure how well I can keep up with Flash Fiction Friday any more, but since PB was back this week, and it’s a picture that I apparently provided a long time ago (I don’t honestly remember it, but that’s okay) I had to play along.  Because Flash Fiction Friday rocks. 

TMI Maybe

I don’t need a special month to masturbate.  But apparently some people need to celebrate it, so hey, it’s May, which begins with the same letter as “masturbate,” right?  So does March, but why not?

1. How often do you masturbate?

A lot.  Less recently, but still, probably more than most people.

2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month?

Um… masturbating?  Sure, why not?  Sorry if I sound flippant about it, but I don’t really care about official months.  I was doing it before, and I’ll keep doing it.

3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?

1. Yes, it turns me on.
2. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
3. Not really, it’s boring.
4. No, it’s a turn off.
5. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.

I enjoy watching partners masturbate, but really, I’d rather be having sex if I have a partner with which to do it.

4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?

1. a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
2. b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
3. c. No, it’s embarrassing.
4. d. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.

Absolutely.  But again, if possible, sex.

5. Mutual masturbation? Yay or Nay?

Sure; again, sex better.

6. If you had an all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or Why not?

If I could arrange the time, I’d probably go, just as an excuse to travel.  Can Sveta come too?  I’m fine with masturbating as part of a crowd.

Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating?

I think there’s a fair chance of it.  I can live without it, but given the opportunity, I do it.  And it bothers me a little to think about this question because I hate that something so great is an addiction, but it probably is for me.  I’ll still fuck first and masturbate second, but it might be a little unhealthy, particularly as it also plays into my OCD about collections (i.e. I collect porn).

Hope you all enjoyed, because I got a job and have much less time for a lot of things, so I may be getting even quieter than I was.  Priorities are hell, but they’re priorities.

Flash Fiction Friday–Not What She Appears

My dirty little secret is that I don’t know anything about photography.  Well, my two dirty little secrets are a lack of photographic knowledge and that I fuck models for money.  If my parents knew, they’d shit bricks.

Today, the model isn’t hung.  I don’t mind.  I just accept payment to pretend to like them.  I start with my usual spiel, how cute he is, how much I’m looking forward to this, blah blah blah.  He’s cute, in a way, so it’s not really lying.  And the man behind the mirror wants enthusiasm.

Sometimes the models get wind of what’s up, but this one seems naive.  Even when I’m telling him that I just can’t stand the heat, pulling off my blouse, encouraging him to do the same, he seems puzzled.  Sometimes they really think it’s a modeling gig.  They’re so cute.

But when I come out from behind the camera, totally nude, and start sucking his cock, his look changes to satisfaction, and I wonder just who was playing whom.  But I don’t care.

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I finally get to do a FFF sort of on time.  I’m actually writing this on Friday because this week has been hellish, but I wanted to try to get it in on a Friday.  Thanks to Ram for hosting, by the way; I had no idea he was doing it for so many weeks, or I might have tried to sneak one in sooner.

MetArt always has erotic photos.  Not necessarily sexy, but very erotic.  This one is no exception.  Just felt like tossing that out there.

I know shit about photography, and that was the first thing I thought, after the obligatory, “Oooh, sexy girl,” brain freeze.  I wondered how much the model knew about photography either.  It seems to be something that crops up in erotica/pornography; taking a picture of a cute girl taking a picture.  I guess if you’re a photographer’s model, it probably pays to know something.  And you probably pick stuff up by exposure (pun unintended, I assure you).  But I just wondered exactly how much this woman really knew about photography.  And the story kind of wrote itself.  I wish I had more space, because hey, I could write more.

I don’t often write in the present tense, as I believe I’ve mentioned in the past, but for whatever reason, this one lent itself to that too.

Anyway, Flash Fiction Friday is cool.  Just saying.

TMI Wednesday

Because I’m always behind.

1. Are you wearing any jewelry? What?

A ring Sveta gave me.

2. What are you listening to now?

Nothing at all.

3. What is the last piece of entertainment media (i.e., cd, download, book, DVD) that you purchased?

I bought several books and several DVDs at a used book sale a week or so ago.  I feel guilty about spending the money now.  Yay poverty.

4. What kind of undergarments are you wearing right now? Care to post a photo?

Normal panties and bra.  Nothing special.  And thus, no real reason to post a photo.  The imagination is better anyway.

5. What is your current mood?

Depressed.  About life, about the state of the world, finances, about a lot of things.  If I don’t get this job which it looks increasingly like I won’t, I’m up shit creek.

6. What is the best looking thing about you today?

My ass, I guess.  It’s been the one thing that hasn’t changed much in the past few months.  I still think it could be more toned, but I’m not going to go to the effort, so I guess it’ll just stay flabby.  Yay inertia.

7. Fill in the blank. Tonight I’m looking forward to...

I don’t know what I’m looking forward to.  If I get this job, then that’ll be really, really good.  But I’m not looking forward to it.  If I don’t get this job, then I guess I’m looking forward to depression.  Yay.

Bonus: Tell me something good

I’m still here.  Kittens and puppies are still cute with a high degree of regularity.  Some things aren’t total crap, I guess.  Yeah, I’m a little ray of sunshine today.