I’m spending just a moment to comment on the concinnity of your writing. I know your aim is to ensorcell all who visit your blog or see your posts. Your writings are nepenthe to many on Tumblr. I find them very erotic and I am truly fascinated by your ability to post so prolifically. I realize that you have a store of writings and I’m glad you use them to share your passions. Thank you for lessening the weltschmerz of daily life. The fact that you have the following that you do could consume you to gasconade, but it seems it has not. The pleonasm of this comment has underscored its purpose, of thanking you for not becoming a sybarite and reducing our velleity (in making us wish to become better lovers and people). That is all! Thnx TRD!
TRD response: Wow, that was quite the comment. I almost feel a need to use strictly emojis and millennial acronyms like “Dafuq” and “IMHO” to offset the thesaurus usage that is inevitably happening right now among the followers.
Nevertheless, Grammarly saved the day for dear old dumb TRD, and after breaking out my handy dandy Rosetta Stone decoder ring, I have to genuinely say, “Thank You, from the bottom of my heart for such a kind series of compliments”. And, for reminding me why I still have a dictionary.
Why do I feel like I am being graded now as I type each word?
Ah, shit. I feel like a fucking moron now.
Note to followers: do me a favor and just imagine me with a bottle of Grey Poupon, a British accent, penny loafers on my argyle socks, and patches donning the elbows of my brown corduroy sports coat. You know, like a college professor from an 80′s movie. Are you guys there with me? Great!
To address what you said, it is important as the person running this blog to have some perspective about it. It would be very easy to get a big head based solely on the reaction of all the touchy ladies of the blog, but the reality is, I am just some dude with an App, a little understanding of technology, and an ability to state what I think about sex and intimacy.
It really is nothing special. What is bizarre is to me, in general, is that so few men: a) know how to please a woman in the first place; b) know how to communicate about it when they are done; and c) decide to actually embrace it, as I have. It is obvious that women want it and it is obvious that men want women, so it makes no sense.
It seems like I figured out the key to some age-old mystery of how to make women fall to the ground and do anything you want, but all these dipshit guys are busy checking their stupid fantasy football lineups. Like WTF? (side note: ah! That millennial acronym felt like a word orgasm).
In all seriousness, it’s just simple math when it comes down to it. A larger portion of women like to read when they get off, and I am smut peddler who happens to better at it than most. Once they find out I am not hideous, love kids, and have a good career, it’s like mental lube for their rub session.
That is it; that is all I am. Just a fucking guy with a blog.
Now pardon me while I rub one out with my Grey Poupon used as lube, shouting at the top of my lungs upon orgasm, yelling as many millennial sayings as I can conjure up in the moment of the apex.
U shud try it. shit gunna B LIT AF!