Trials, tribulations and (un)wanted distractions


You would think writing a sex blog would be a fairly easy thing to do, wouldn’t you? After all, what is easier than sex? We all do it after all. Sadly though, it’s the universal nature of sex, combined with the individual likes and dislikes of those participating in it that can make it tricky to write about.

Firstly, my particular kinks and preferences may not appeal to you, endless reiterations of the subject of how much I enjoy having Master C’s cock inside me may, just possibly, get a bit boring.

Then there is the act itself. At the end of the day, sex is simply sex. In purely heterosexual terms, it is the insertion by the male of the species of his penis into an available orifice in the body of the female of the species (Note homosexual options are also available) and rubbing said penis inside said orifice until he ejaculates. For the purposes of reproduction, the required female orifice is the vagina, but for recreational purposes, the mouth and anus can, depending on the female in question, also be acceptable alternatives.

There are only so many ways the above process can be described. If you are reading this, the likelihood is that you are familiar with the mechanics of the sexual act.

The difficulty the sex blogger faces (well, this one certainly does) is to find ways to discuss different aspects of the topic in a way that holds the reader’s interest, bearing in mind that the reader’s knowledge of the subject is likely to be at least as proficient, if not more so, than that of the writer. With that in mind, I sometimes think it’s a miracle that I ever find anything to actually write about.

Then there’s the distractions. Real life has a habit of getting in the way and finding time to blog can sometimes be difficult.

But, assuming you have found the inspiration for an entry (as it were), and you have the time available, you’re still not necessarily home and dry…

I’m typing away, trying to get my thoughts out when Master C casually saunters past. Because He’s genuinely interested in what I write, He peers over my shoulder to take a look. Then, because what I’m writing gets Him a bit hot under the collar and because it’s so convenient, He begins to play with my hair and kiss my neck in a way that is absolutely guaranteed to make my clothes disappear. One thing leads to another and, before I know it I’ve gone from sitting at my PC, diligently comparing and contrasting the merits of smooth and spiky ben-wa balls, to being on my back, legs in the air, Master C’s cock in my cunt and his balls slapping against me.

Later, in the post-coital, and hopefully post-orgasmic, aftermath of his interruption, I cast my thoroughly distracted mind back to my blog, I find I’ve lost the thread of what I was trying to say and, with a resigned sigh, I hit delete and yet another post is consigned back to its electronic purgatory.

OK, so you could say that having sex is an occupational hazard for a sex blogger but, perversely, it doesn’t actually make blogging about sex any easier.

#MasturbationMonday 

6 thoughts on “Trials, tribulations and (un)wanted distractions

  1. Nero Black March 20, 2018 / 12:38

    a] your blog is not boring
    b] yes, I have trouble finding new ways to describe the sex I have without sounding repetitive. Sometimes even I think ‘haven’t I written this before?” It’s not easy, but you make it look effortless.

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  2. Kayla Lords March 28, 2018 / 01:40

    Distracted by sex while sex blogging can definitely be an occupational hazard. And while the sex might seem “similar” from story to story, the fun (for me) is in finding new ways to tell that story and new angles to share. I like to play with language and descriptions to make it different or new to myself.

    And frankly, sometimes your audience really does want the same kind of story you’ve told before…it might be why they’re here.

    But whatever else you and your blog may be, boring isn’t one of them. Sexy. Hot. Smart. Thoughtful. Yes, to all of those. Boring? Nope.

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  3. Marie Rebelle November 20, 2018 / 18:13

    Losing my thread and not knowing what I was trying to say… I recognize this so much. It’s rarely my husband who distracts me, but mostly one of the kids that needs to talk or is talking to my husband so loudly that I totally lose my thread.

    As for writing about sex and finding original ways to do so… we all have our own ways and once you’ve accumulated a readers base, they seem to come back 😊

    Rebel xox

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  4. MPB November 21, 2018 / 16:24

    I hear what you are saying about there only being a certain number of ways of writing about sex on your blog. But somehow the excitement and enthusiasm for your subject shines through. I for one am happy to return xx

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  5. E.L. Byrne November 22, 2018 / 14:13

    Fortunately, (I think) for me I live alone, so I am usually finished with writing by the time one of my partners is around, they will hopefully be distracting me for sex, but just not from writing… but the other parts I can relate to. It can be fun though to stretch our skills and describe things in new ways. I just discovered your blog but have enjoyed what I have viewed so far.

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  6. ConsideringCuntella November 23, 2018 / 13:50

    I’m rubbish at writing about sex, oddly bashful about it, unless I’m really horny, then I will sometimes try. I’m more about anecdotes based on the emotional rather than physical.
    Anyone who blogs about sex has my admiration, it’s not as easy as it may appear from the outside!

    Cuntella

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