StatCounter metrics tell me that the #1 search-engine query referring viewers to the blog over the past two weeks was "micro penis." That was quite an eye opener for me! I thought I was quite unique in this fetish, but maybe not.
It's a pity I had to take down the two articles I'd posted (see previous blog post) due to being unsure of the copyright holder(s) for the images I used....
But to see now that so many other people are so interested in the same topic, makes me want to restore those posts with new accompanying pix! I still have the text from the posts saved in a word processor file so I could easily recover that part. But I need some new images.
So please, if you are a man with a small willy and you don't mind me using a pic of your little guy for a little humiliation and witty commentary, email me using the link on the right-hand column. I can either preserve your anonymity or give you a shout-out, whichever you prefer. All I need is for you to grant me the right to publish the pic in this blog (assuming you are the copyright holder).
Thanks for your help (hopefully) in keeping this topic going on a regular basis!
xxx
Gina
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Locker Room Reporter
I've been thinking a little bit about the practicality of trying to write erotica for a living.
Now don't get me wrong, I am NOWHERE near giving up on the idea. I still have a few months of time before I need to face that decision and hopefully I'll have at least two more titles out by then to help me figure out if this is going to work.
But it's always good to have contingency plans lined up. And I've been thinking about the possibility of entering journalism. The only thing that doesn't appeal to me about that is writing about topics that I couldn't give a rat's ass about.
I mean, part of what makes me excited to write is I am excited ABOUT the things I write. It's damn hard to get "excited" about political bickering in the City council or reporting on yet ANOTHER violent crime or murder....
So I got to thinking that maybe I should try to get into sports reporting and more specifically I thought about applying for the role of locker room reporter following men's sports!
What...? Do I know anything about sports? Um, sure. I know that there are lots of balls involved in men's sports. I really sort of like that part of athletics to be honest.
Huh? Do I know the rules? Yeah of course. The team with the most points always wins right? How tough is that?
OK, yes I admit, I probably wouldn't be the best candidate to report on the performance side of things, but I could really write some interesting pieces about how sexy the Chicago Bear's quarterback looks in just a towel (or less!) I could also write an expose on what REALLY happens in those huge communal showers....
About now, you're thinking "is there a point to this post?" I'm glad you asked. Or I guess I'm glad I asked on your behalf.
As wacky as it sounds, this little crazy musing on mine this weekend directly led to inspiration of a very hot and sexy scene in the upcoming "Vicariously" in which "Gina" (yes, I'm one of the characters) enters a bit of a fantasy/dream sequence where she assumes the role of Basketball coach for a men's team. I rewrote bits of the existing work to fit it in and it came out marvelously! It's hot, sexy, funny, admittedly a bit over the top and as always sprinkled with a little symbolism too.
So the point is whether or not I'm actually cut out for journalism or sports-reporting, just even considering the possibility led to some great inspiration, the fruit of which is a very nice erotica scene that I think most readers will truly enjoy.
For me at least, that's how I derive much of what I write about. I think of just an everyday circumstance or scenario and let my mind wander wondering about all the ways the mundane might be transformed into something sexy and special.
xxx
Gina
Now don't get me wrong, I am NOWHERE near giving up on the idea. I still have a few months of time before I need to face that decision and hopefully I'll have at least two more titles out by then to help me figure out if this is going to work.
But it's always good to have contingency plans lined up. And I've been thinking about the possibility of entering journalism. The only thing that doesn't appeal to me about that is writing about topics that I couldn't give a rat's ass about.
I mean, part of what makes me excited to write is I am excited ABOUT the things I write. It's damn hard to get "excited" about political bickering in the City council or reporting on yet ANOTHER violent crime or murder....
So I got to thinking that maybe I should try to get into sports reporting and more specifically I thought about applying for the role of locker room reporter following men's sports!
What...? Do I know anything about sports? Um, sure. I know that there are lots of balls involved in men's sports. I really sort of like that part of athletics to be honest.
Huh? Do I know the rules? Yeah of course. The team with the most points always wins right? How tough is that?
OK, yes I admit, I probably wouldn't be the best candidate to report on the performance side of things, but I could really write some interesting pieces about how sexy the Chicago Bear's quarterback looks in just a towel (or less!) I could also write an expose on what REALLY happens in those huge communal showers....
About now, you're thinking "is there a point to this post?" I'm glad you asked. Or I guess I'm glad I asked on your behalf.
As wacky as it sounds, this little crazy musing on mine this weekend directly led to inspiration of a very hot and sexy scene in the upcoming "Vicariously" in which "Gina" (yes, I'm one of the characters) enters a bit of a fantasy/dream sequence where she assumes the role of Basketball coach for a men's team. I rewrote bits of the existing work to fit it in and it came out marvelously! It's hot, sexy, funny, admittedly a bit over the top and as always sprinkled with a little symbolism too.
So the point is whether or not I'm actually cut out for journalism or sports-reporting, just even considering the possibility led to some great inspiration, the fruit of which is a very nice erotica scene that I think most readers will truly enjoy.
For me at least, that's how I derive much of what I write about. I think of just an everyday circumstance or scenario and let my mind wander wondering about all the ways the mundane might be transformed into something sexy and special.
xxx
Gina
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Two Titles Censored / Pulled from Catalog
I guess I shouldn't be surprised ... but two of my titles Bossing Scottie & Playing with Worms are no longer available through ANY eBook source.
They were pulled due to the inclusion of "underage characters."
As I explained previously both were simply stories based on my own experiences as a young girl interacting with a similarly young boy at the age in which young kids are prone to experiment with learning about their bodies.
But, I guess the plot line was really unimportant, because quite honestly all the re-sellers cared about were that the characters were all not 18+, so now the titles are pulled plain and simple.
I don't even know what to think of this. But I guess it doesn't really matter since I don't have a say in the matter.
I hope anyone interested in the titles were able to get them before they went off sale.
Gina
xxx
They were pulled due to the inclusion of "underage characters."
As I explained previously both were simply stories based on my own experiences as a young girl interacting with a similarly young boy at the age in which young kids are prone to experiment with learning about their bodies.
But, I guess the plot line was really unimportant, because quite honestly all the re-sellers cared about were that the characters were all not 18+, so now the titles are pulled plain and simple.
I don't even know what to think of this. But I guess it doesn't really matter since I don't have a say in the matter.
I hope anyone interested in the titles were able to get them before they went off sale.
Gina
xxx
Friday, September 2, 2011
Seducing Lisa (@sexqueen40)
For purposes of this story, I'm going to refer to her as "Lisa" although that is not her real name. Also, I'll issue the disclaimer that this is pure fiction. @sexqueen40 has already told me she is completely straight.
***
xxx Gina
It just figures, when I'm not looking for sex, a dozen guys will be falling all over themselves trying to get my attention to impress me. But now, in this lonely hotel bar, when I specifically came down here to pick up a one-night stand. There is no one.
Well that isn't exactly true. There's one other woman, sat at the far end of the bar. I decide to go sit near her. Might as well share a conversation at least to pass the time while I wait... fishing for a possible bite a bit later.
"I'm Gina," I say and she responds, "I'm Lisa." The conversation starts stilted and awkward, but it is not a hurdle that cannot be surmounted by 90 minutes of discussion coupled with 3 drinks a piece. By the end of that period we're sharing details about our periods and getting along like old friends.
I learn that Lisa had the same idea and is equally disappointed by our lack of studly suitors. We both lament our bad luck, looking at the wall clock realizing last-call is in just a few minutes.
"I guess it'll be the frisky ferret tonight," I casually throw out to her, amazed at my ease in admitting my intention for self-pleasuring back in the room. Lisa replies, "I don't even have that option. I came ill prepared." We both have a good laugh about it.
As the final minutes tick away I think silently to myself. There were a few hints... that Lisa might be bisexual like me. She complimented my clothing; told me she enjoyed my perfume; called me sexy & beautiful. It's true none of these things are a sure giveaway, but they open the door to the possibility. And I really prefer human interaction to a vibrator any day.
As the bartender starts shutting off the lights, we both get up and leave heading towards our rooms. We share an elevator and conveniently we're both on floor 3.
I take my chances now and ask, "I don't suppose you're bi, are you? Because I am, and if you were interested, I could maybe come back to your room or vice-versa for a little while?"
Lisa replies, "I thought you were..." and my heart soars in anticipation. She continues, "but... no I am not," and my spirits crash just as quickly.
It's an awkward moment but she eases the tension by joking, "but if I were I'd be interested, you're a very sexy girl."
"Thanks," I offer a patronizing smile. Her efforts are not lost on me,but yet I'm still deflated.
The elevator opens and we exit. Fate again has our rooms located down the same hallway. We walk part-way down and get to mine first. I stop and offer a handshake, "It was really nice meeting you Lisa."
She looks at my hand and then offers instead a hug. We embrace and I really wish now she was bi, because it feels so good to grasp her in my arms.
"Take care," she says as she kisses me on the cheek. "You too," I reply and turn to kiss her back, but the alcohol is making me quite brazen. I don't offer just a little peck-n-run. I come in slowly and sensually and give her a soft-touch nuzzle with my nose and a gentle soft, lingering kiss on the cheek.
Since we're still embracing I can feel her body shudder almost involuntarily, but she doesn't withdraw. So I do it again and this time add a playful nibble of her earlobe after.
Lisa's visibly shaken. She looks torn between running away and discarding her inhibitions. I'm still damn horny, so I know which way I'd like her to decide. I go in for the kill and plant a soft kiss on her lips.
For a few seconds, she kisses me back and our tongues gently mingle and play together in a sexy exchange of electricity and chemistry. But now her face turns flush and she looks very uncomfortable.
"I should go," Lisa states as she pulls away from me.
"I'm so sorry," I reply, "its the alcohol, it just made me try. Please forgive me. Have a good night."
"You too," she calls back already several steps down the hall.
"Damn," I think and enter the room.
I shed clothes and enter the bathroom to remove makeup and wash for bed. After 5 minutes a gentle rap on the door causes a spike of adrenaline. I peek through the eye-hole and see Lisa nervously standing in the hall.
I open the door in just bra and panties and her eyes widen as she takes in the sight, looking quite honestly partly-repulsed and partly-excited.
She speaks, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I came back. I think it's the alcohol. But I..."
I shut her up by gently kissing her beautiful lips.
Taking her hand softly I beckon her into my room.
"I... I really don't know what I'm doing," Lisa exclaims professing her lack of experience.
"Of course you do darling, you're a girl. You already know exactly how all the equipment works," I say and smile to her as I slip out the "do not disturb sign" and close & lock the door behind me.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Hot Tub Fantasy
I was reading a story at another forum and came up with this quick fantasy. Of course I decided to share it all with you here as well. Enjoy.
Gina
***
John and his girlfriend Freida have always been quite kinky but private and reserved about it. So imagine his surprise when Freida decides to get frisky one night in their backyard hot tub while Freida's younger sister Pam is visiting!
What started out as a nice relaxing soak has quickly turned sexual as Freida pulled out John's penis and started stroking it discreetly under the bubbling water.
Freida is such a master of deception. Even though she's man-handling John's cock, her face doesn't betray a thing as she calmly talks to her younger sister about small-talk unimportant topics.
Meanwhile John is doing his best to not act plussed. Although now he's reached the point that he knows his orgasm is imminent. Even if Freida were to stop, he's just so sensitive that the bubbling water alone would probably finish him in just a minute's time.
Feeling he shouldn't be selfish, John decides to do his best to covertly reach under the water to Freida's lap to give her a little stimulation as well. After all if she's been doing this, she must be excited.
Isn't John quite surprised when his hand is abruptly pushed away by her when he does and she breaks conversation for just a moment flustered by his sudden surprising advance.
And isn't John quite surprised yet again when he curiously returns his own hand to his lap to find it is not Freida that has been massaging his manhood but younger sister Pam.
xxx
Gina
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