One year ago today I created A Curious Muse. I had no idea why, or what I would do here. I arrived barely wanting to utter a word of the things that go through my mind. And then I received a challenge. The stories have been coming... ever since.
Those of you who have followed me along the way will know that there have been sad times and so will understand why today is a bittersweet memory for me. But now I am preparing to move my writings and drawings to a more permanent home. Much to think about, much to do, all of it positive.
I have met such lovely people both through this writing space and through Twitter and more recently Tumblr. I have attended events organised by the gorgeous Annie Player, founder of Eroticmeet and tomorrow I am travelling to London to attend Eroticon 2013 where I shall meet more of my lovely secret friends. I have felt thoroughly accepted and welcomed in this diverse and open minded community.
So before I go and pack my suitcase, I wanted to mark the anniversary of the creation of Muse. I have been so fortunate to have a sponsor who is funding my visit to Eroticon and they have also provided me with a wonderful gift to offer as a prize to one of you. I love blog giveaways and have been pondering how to choose a winner.
I eventually settled upon my very first post. I was clear when I arrived here that I would not be writing a personal diary of my sex life. I do not consider this to be a 'sex blog'. It is simply a place for thoughts and stories. I don't doubt some of my stories might be considered explicit but I hope there is always a part of the story that continues in your mind; That erotic place where you take my words and make them your own.
THE GIVEAWAY
The prize has been kindly provided by the Canadian company Swan Vibes. I have one award winning Silver Swan Vibe, beautifully wrapped up in its sumptuous packaging and waiting to be sent to the winner. Don't worry, if you don't win, these luxurious items are on sale in the UK through Anne Summers, Simply Pleasure or Pulse and Cocktails. Yes, they asked me to tell you. That, and a product review are the only things they have asked of me. So I do, of course, also have a Silver Vibe of my own now, shown above out of it's yummy packaging. I shall be posting the review later in March, when I work out just how to do so! So to enter the giveaway I would like you to read that first post I wrote, then comment on this post, as briefly or as expansively as you wish, describing something you consider to be erotic that does not directly reference sex. It may be related to food, an artistic pursuit, perhaps music or painting, a place, a scent, or a simple sensation. Anything that you find erotic, so long as it is not an overtly sexual act.
I won't be picking the winners alone. Molly Moore and Marie Rebelle, the two women whose blogs I most admire and who have encouraged and supported me through this year of discovery, have kindly offered to read your comments and help me to choose a winner.
I am going to leave the comments open until March the 14th and will announce the winner soon after that. I regret the prize can only be posted to the UK and Europe. But even if you can't win I'd love to hear what you have to say. If you would like to join in but prefer not to tell me where to send the prize just say that in your comment. That's OK too.
Thank you to all of you who have so kindly read or commented on my words over the last twelve months. It has been my pleasure. Distinctly so. Muse. xx
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL TAKING PART AND I LOVED READING YOUR THOUGHTS. AFTER A TO AND FRO AND A TIE AT THE TOP MASTER T KINDLY CAST THE DECIDING VOTE.
THE WINNER IS... DIRTY ROMANTIC.
I am really excited to see what people come up with this! I hope to be treated to a delicious indulgence of erotic thoughts
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I feel privileged to help you with this and look forward to all the comments.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on girst anniversary!
Rebel xox
It's been quickly knocked up. When my girlfriend and I lived at Uni we used to love evening walks by the sea ... hope this sums up why.
ReplyDeleteBehind me there is Morecambe – a town once popular with holidaymakers and young children but now twinned with despair and misfortune. A town where hope comes to die. A town that knows no beauty. A town with only one redeeming feature, and to see it, I need to look away from the abandoned cars and the derelict hotel, or the supermarket destroying the soul of the Lancashire town, and look to the West.
The burning sky, awash with deep autumn reds and a vivid purple haze, is reflected on the gentle ripples of the sea. The Sun, too bright to look at during the day, is about to depart for the night; it treats us to a show of rich, psychedelic patterns reflected onto the clouds. Fresh, cool breezes wash over the headland and swirl around my feet as I squeeze the hand of my lover. Her eyes reflect the radiant warmth in the sky with a smile; I feel fuzzy inside.
The squawking of a handful of seagulls fly overhead before silence returns, broken by the gentle mechanical purr of the water crashing onto the beach below. There is serenity, calmness, peace, as the bright Sun gently slips further below the warm horizon, offering us one last chance to appreciate its magnificent beauty with a kaleidoscope of colours. It is majestic and I feel insignificant, standing exposed on the cliffs, watching and waiting for it to disappear, appreciating its power for the last time.
A parting gift for the day, to set the sky ablaze and show me that there is beauty everywhere, if you know where to look.
I have this thing about candles. I have always loved the scent, soft lighting, and mood one can create with such a simple object. Every time my lover and I would meet there was a particular scent burning (simply because it was my favorite). After a time he noticed and made comment on the fact that he would find himself aroused, comforted and thinking of being beside me whenever he caught even a subtle hint of that scent. It became the scent of our love, and home with each other.
ReplyDeleteBeing involved with a military member has it's own unique set of challenges, most especially time spent apart. When your partner deploys it's hard to keep a romantic spark. This is why those of us who go through it sometimes have to be creative. My partner and I set up a time for phone calls. We each had one of the candles and during this specific phone call every week we'd make sure we had our candle lit and talked of nothing but romance, love, and being with each other.
Whenever one of us struggled, got lonely, frustrated, ready to give up, that candle was alwys there, ready to illuminate, and remind us of what was waiting for us. Still that scent holds a special place in my heart and makes me feel sexy and loved and comforted whenever I catch a whiff.
Your first post describes exactly what I think the erotic is. It is the expectation, the anticipation and how the mind deals with that. That's precisely it I just hadn't made the connection with a pastry. :)
ReplyDeleteSo what I find erotic may seem odd as it isn't actually a thing but a nothing.
The following might seem an odd thing to say and I'm probably not really on topic (that's ok I'm not here to win a prize) but I feel passionate about this, so fuck it!
So for me it is about the gaps, the spaces. What is not said, what is not written down, the pause, the touch that does not happen.
These are often not directly sexual (although of course they can be) but are still charged with an underlying current of desire and need, if you are alert to it.
These gaps, these non-verbalised cues can create a level of sexual tension that I have only come to appreciate as I've grown older and slowed my ardour.
It is all about the gaps and the spaces that are left, whether that be in writing or a conversation.
It is about letting the observers mind fill those gaps in ways that will always be more sensual to that individual than I could create for them.
It is the same with a photo, it is what is not shown that is powerful and compelling. It is the hints, the direction, leading someone to complete the picture outside of the frame.
I love when an image suggests a story. I adore when an image makes sense in its own right but leaves me wondering why, how, when, who? That's when my mind takes over, when I get really turned on even if the image was not directly sexual, just suggestive and subtle.
In fact it is the overtly sexual where I am left cold by harsh full frontal porn . It takes no thought, it creates no engagement apart from a basic blood flow response. And I forget it instantly.
It is the same with images which make no sense, that are just naked people, pulling bizarre poses in a place they would never be apart from to create that photo.
So a simple conversation over coffee, a chance meeting with someone on a train journey or just a well crafted piece of prose can all be more when things are not said but instead alluded to.
It is the hand that rests on the table, not far from the other, unnoticed as the conversation rolls on but actually builds that suggestion of lust, even if both parties don't consciously register it.
That is what is erotic and seductive for me.
The gaps. The white space. The unspoken. The non-touch.
They let the mind blossom and swoop with a myriad of ideas and thoughts which multiple and grow to a powerful state of desire.
So I find the erotic in what is not actually there. It is the gaps we create within how we act, speak or write, that are seductive.
That and now pastries of course! I will never eat an iced bun in quite the same way again.
The Dirty Romantic
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(sorry it's anonymous but the comments tool really doesn't like me or my iPad!)
Here is the entry @jadeserotica in full. But you can go and read his blog too jadeswhisk.wordpress.com
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by Ian Jade
You talk about pastries, taking tiny nibbles of the pleasure that’s offered up on a plate. My pleasure is had in the making; stirring sloppy dough until it stiffens beneath my fingers, then leaning hard into the firm, resilient mass of it as my palms coax its springy body to life.
I coerce it, stroke by folding stroke, into obedience. I squeeze until it cannot resist, flattening it mercilessly, then turning and lifting it back into shape before crushing it again and again. With the pummelling comes strength, and form, and substance. The tender, wheaten form that emerges is a tribute to the hands that lovingly teased it into being; its glorious triumph lasting only as long as it bakes, when it becomes a glorious sacrifice.
Crisp, nutty crust and humid crumb part before the blade. Anointed with butter, it is devoured with a sigh; and so my soul is fed.
The most erotic thing to me is the anticipation of spending a lifetime with my partner. Our future is full of possibilities, and nothing excites me more than fantasising how it might play out. It's wonderful to remember our shared experiences so far and explore what memories we might create in the future... where'll we be living, what vows we'll say to each other on our wedding day, what our children will look like. I can't wait to find out!
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www.mysextoyaddiction.blogspot.com
It's the way his eyes follow me. It's the way he listens. It's how when we're apart, he comes home with a cream cake or a bouquet of tulips or a silly card. It's the whole of his attention that makes me feel like the feminine incarnate, his Venus de Milo, his Helen of Troy, his joy and his pleasure. He doesn't have to physically enter me to be immersed in me, and the thrill of power from knowing that I am his and he is mine is the most erotic thing I've ever felt.
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