Humiliation (and TMI)

Liza, the author of the awesome, always-hot, Always Each Other, generously gave me the TMI award.

Liza writes the hottest of hot stuff about sex, no less so because it’s all about the sex she has with her husband.  She’s a confidant and a friend – the kind of friend it never in a million years occurred to me I’d make as a result of this sex-blogging thing.  I’m grateful to her – she generously pimps me left, right and sideways, and is constantly sharing her (significantly larger) audience with me.  Thanks, Liza.

So the way the award works is this:  I have to tell you a short, embarrassing story, give the award to 5-10 blogs, and re-post the award rules.

For her embarrassing story, Liza told of walking in on her parents.  I never did that, so I can’t tell that story.  Does it say something bad about me that, on the one hand, I think, “Jesus – this entire fucking blog consists of nothing but my mortification.  Must I really come up with something else?”  And then, on the other, I think, “I can’t think of a single embarrassing tale.”

So I’m gonna punt on that – sorry.  Let the great meme-award-enforcers in the sky rain their disapproval down on me.  I can’t.  You want embarrassing?  Read my story.  Geez, that’s embarrassing.

Now, for my awardees:

First, there’s L.  Her blog – now, her family of blogs – she has a Tumbr too that’s super hot – is fun, and different.  It’s playful, and erotic, and sexy, and funny, and sweet.  I think if you go there, and to her Tumblr, you’ll see a bit of why I so enjoy(ed?) fucking her.  Did I mention that I miss fucking her?

Second, and very different, a fresh and new discovery:  He calls himself “The Breeder,” and he describes himself thusly:  “I’m married. I’m in my mid-to-late forties. I’m a good-looking, professional, well-adjusted dad who enjoys anonymous encounters, public sex, and pursuing my favorite hobby of fucking. Anything beyond those statements that you don’t find in the pages of this blog is an assumption. You know what they say about assumptions.”  He writes wide-rangingly – on sex, on family, on life.  And he’s gay.  (Or if he’s bi, I haven’t yet found evidence of it.)  You can get totally lost in his blog for hours.  I did, and intend to again/more.

Third:  Dumb Domme.  Man, she’s funny.  Her motto?  “Embracing dominance at the intersection of fuck and fail.  Here’s a chart she put up the other day, about how un-hot she is when she plays with herself:

In short?  Go to her blog. (Liza gave her this same award, but dammit, I want to too.)

Fourth:  “Learning how to tell you.”  It’s a Tumblr, but with words.  I have to say – I hate this format of blog.  I don’t like the commenting limitations, or the formatting, or layout, or…. But this chick is hot.  She’s a “butch dyke who enjoys writing queer smut,” and it’s REALLY hot.  Just go to this post for an example.

Fifth:  Taste like kisses.  I don’t really understand it – it seems to be written by a team of writers, and the layout is confusing and not conventionally blog-gy.  They have members, and some sort of comments/discussion venue, that I haven’t (bothered to) figure(d) out yet.  But it’s hot, and fun.

There are half a dozen other blogs that I love.  I link to them, over on the right, but I figured I’d share some stuff that was a little out of the ordinary, and all of these are.

Enjoy – show them some love!

And now (after the jump) the rules.  Feel free not to read, unless you want to see them in all their glory:

The Rules:

*Thank the person who presented you with the award.   (Thanks, Liza)

*Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.   (Done – and done.)

*Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.  (Nope.  Sorry.)

*Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.  (Done.)

*Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.  (Done.)

*Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.”   (On it – will be done imminently.)

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