This blog continued on... Divorce Darling. October, 6, 2017 - Update - Decided to close Divorce Darling and move the content here. I don't know if this will be an active site. I'm not that interested in writing the topic as it ends up being about others more than writing for myself. 

Unfortunately, I can't find anything to migrate posts and images (content) from WordPress into Blogger. There is a site which everyone passes around but it does not seem to work. Instead it opens spam links when you try to use it. If you click a second time to upload your file, it then spits out a "converted" file. But, this converted file is going nowhere when I try to import it into Blogger. So, after hours of giving it a chance to work, I am ruling it a spam trap. 

In the end, you can only import your CMS into the same CMS again. Conversions seldom work between CMS's. b2evolution I did have some success with but I just let my domain go so there isn't a domain to host it on now. The adult site never made a cent to support keeping the domain for it. 

Too bad blind dates don't come to your door, delivered like something great you sent yourself from Amazon. Online shopping, something I didn't think I would become addicted to, was my retail therapy. Other than having your treasure arrive like a present, the best thing about it is still the window shopping. I do like getting a bargain but the chase, the planning, the research and then the discovery of that one, just right, exceptional item!

I wasn't a fool though. I knew who paid that credit card each month. Me. I could be careful and still buy stuff. The trick was to make sure it really was something I really did need. Most of the time I was successful that way. Books, print books, tended to be my downfall.

A good book is a good companion. Like that blind date but, in this case, he can hold up his end of the conversation. Of course, only my lips were moving. …more

Years ago I read a very sexy story about a dolphin having sex with a female human. The dolphin pushed her into it. But it wasn't aggressive, just persistent and then her own curiosity took her the rest of the way. (She didn't leave or stop coming back). I don't remember details but it was something about dolphins who had been kept for research.

I know we are all supposed to think human/ animal sex is bad. But, it was such a short time ago that other types of sex and sexuality were bad and I start to wonder... how far will it go? How long will it be before the media convinces people that sex with animals (and children) is acceptable. I'm not even typing a question mark there because I think it is likely.

Quite likely it will start with robot animals and children. After all, they aren't real. So to use an inanimate object for your pleasure should be just fine, right? Not really different from using any common sex toy you could buy online.

Bypassing all the rules and regulations and ethics and all that political correctness we pretend to hold so highly...

Would sex with a robot animal turn you on? Would you watch or read about robot animals having sex or even forcing/ being forced into sexual situations?

No need to leave a comment. Just keep it to yourself. Be honest when no one's looking.

To be clear for those who find this shocking - I'm not in favour of sex with real animals or children. No matter what the pedophiles say, it is not consensual when it involves a minor or other creature who can not clearly and completely communicate. Or, has the maturity to understand what is being asked/ acted upon.

But, where does that leave robots... Something for your consideration.

Nice to find this mostly forgotten blog by Erin Dunphy today.  It all turned out well. 

1000 Days of Celibacy

Originally posted to Sex Kitten.net.

“Hello Dolly!” I yelled across the train station. He knew I was looking right at him, but he pretended he didn’t. Poor Dolly and his cute, little penis. We had such fun last night. At least I did.

Dolly, as I like to call him, wandered into my room from a party in another apartment down the hall. My fault for not having the door locked but, I was expecting my roommate home any minute.

Instead, Dolly came in. He didn’t have a coat, or a shirt or pants on. Just underwear. I knew there was a party, it was loud. I even knew Dolly, we had been introduced last year at a social event. He asked for my number but never phoned. So I didn’t look him up. But, now he was here. Pretty much nude and passed out drunk.

I decided to do something about it. I had time, art supplies and a collection of kitchen gadgets. Somewhere in all of that an idea was sure to come along.

First, I stripped him bare. That was a surprise. I’d never seen a micro, tiny penis before. Gorillas and such in nature documentaries don’t count. I thought it was cute. Like a little dolly penis. I played with it awhile. It got a bit longer, and a bit thicker, but not much. I didn’t get him to ejaculate. Likely due to him being passed out drunk. Disappointing.

I drew all over him. Personal tattoos. I left out his hands and face so he could go to work and not have a lot of explaining to do. I took photos of him. I posed him and took more photos. I had a lot of fun playing with my sleeping dolly.

My roommate had called and said she wouldn’t be coming in that night. So Dolly and I had the night to ourselves, well, mostly I had the night to myself with Dolly. I left him nude. He’s actually quite good looking and muscled. I’d never had the time to really explore a man’s body before. I’d only slept with a couple of boys and they weren’t interested in foreplay, not really. So, that night with Dolly, I had foreplay. All the foreplay I wanted with him.

His little penis was fun. Each time I got him hard again it was like watching time lapse photography of budding trees and plants.

In the morning he woke up not feeling so well. But, still hard as a rock, even when he realized all (or most) of what I had done to him. I guess I did take advantage of him. Some could say it was wrong. But, I didn’t use permanent ink and most of it washed off in the shower. I made him breakfast. He didn’t look me in the eye, didn’t really speak and rushed out the door with just a shy backward glance.

“Good bye, Dolly!” I yelled after him as he raced down the stairs.

Maybe this time he will call. I’d like to play with his little dolly penis again. Next time I want to make it squirt and tie a fussy little bow around it, like a tiny dolly dress.

Of course, if he doesn’t phone… I do have all those pictures. I’ve never blackmailed anyone before. It’s kind of a turn on to have Dolly under my thumb, maybe over my knee too.

Resources:

• The Small Penis User Group – Home of the Big Small Penis Party (in March).
• The Small Dick Club Presents: Small Penis Facts
• Tiny Penis Travels – Not active.