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Category Archives: sex blogging
Almost every day, I see an ad on social media touting someone’s methods for monetizing blogs. Â I haven’t clicked on one yet. Â When I started this blog, my motivation wasn’t to make money through Butchtastic directly, though I hoped my … Continue reading
If you’d like to read what others have written about Xan West’s fantastic collection of queer kinky erotica, here is the entire blog tour itinerary: The stops on the blog tour: October 1: Xan WestÂ https://xanwest.wordpress.com/ October 2: Book Birthday! Go … Continue reading
The list is out and I am proud to see this blog on the list. Â Also, thrilled for fellow butch sexblogger BD Swain to score in the top 10. Â BD consistently writes hot hot stories that make me squirm and … Continue reading
Retrobait Magazine has an interview with BD Swain that I very much enjoyed reading. Â I admire BD’s style and ability to write stories that get me hot and squirming in my seat. Â Reading this interview, it struck me how similar … Continue reading
A few months ago, I was chatting with my friend EvoÃ«Â about some pictures she’d taken with another friend and I said, hey, we should do a photo shoot sometime. Â I figured either she could use her picture taking prowess on … Continue reading
Photo courtesy of Secretly Sensuous Welcome to e[lust] – The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll … Continue reading
[disclaimer: Â this story is about consenting adults and role-play, trigger warning for those who have suffered sexual abuse] Sheâ€™s sitting quietly in the chair, hands folded in her lap, eyes down. Â I can tell from where I stand that her … Continue reading