Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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Should I even bother telling you that school/writer's block is the reason why I've been gone? No? You already know? Good.

Also, my laptop is going to ABSOLUTE SHIT. This piece of shit is missing four keys and a few of them are super glued so they'll stay attached. Writing papers/doing study guides is a fucking NIGHTMARE, so you can only imagine how horrible blogging is.

Anyway....

Carlin wrote an entry about sexting. It got me thinking about how awesome it used to be back when I was a teenager.

We've all heard those horrible stories about young kids sending a picture of themselves naked to their "girl/boyfriend", getting prosecuted for distributing child pornography, and spending the rest of their lives as registered sex offenders who can't live near schools or go to college.

I was surfing around yesterday and I found this post listing all the naked pics celebs "sexted" of themselves.  To sum it up, Rihanna has a slamming body - Chris Brown has a nice dick (would have loved to watch their sex tape), I have the same bra as Jessica Alba, and Amber Rose is porn star material.

She sparked a craze of mirrored ass shots but her pic is still the best. 

I would have looked directly at the camera.  With her eyes downcast, it's even more erotic.

When a politician gets caught with his (or her) pants down, it is like the Olympics for sex educators. Weinergate is a sex educator's dream; it gives us the opportunity to talk (both publicly and privately) about sexuality, relationships, and how technology impacts our sexual health. They are subjects we speak about all the time, but we are not always provided with this large of a platform to work with.

Yes, I shared in the media frenzy. I appeared on CBS talking about sexting and cheating and the role that technology plays in our lives as well as the notion that emotional infidelity is sometimes worse than sexual infidelity.

One of our subscribers wanted to hear my thoughts in a post on our site about Anthony Weiner. Part of me dislikes giving something as foolish as this more space or air time, but here's my response:

It's pathetic how sex starved America is that something as mindless as sending a photo of your dick inside your underwear becomes a national issue because it belongs to a fuckless senator! And to imagine there were some news sources that actually pixelated the image for fear someone might figure out the already indistinct shape was. . . OMG! It's a penis!

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of
us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that
they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "want to
feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the
first time in their lives.

While I was writing my previous blog post, Olivia texted me. Olivia wrote erotica for my blog once before! Here

Hello all. I often utilize my blog to write, with each lover's permission,
on the sex I'm having in real-life. I do so of course for the sultry
entertainment value and also to illuminate for those who want to try this at home.... Read More.
I slowed and we rested together. Told her how incredible, how amazing she looked just before and during her orgasm. We turned over, Kristina straddled me. She laid her head on my chest. I felt her long red curly hair covering my chest and running down like ivy over my ribs.
Those little details in life… how often do we lose them and only remember the big positives or negatives? The warmth of the side of her face between my pecs, the soft tickle of the ivy-hair on my skin. The smooth and firm insides of her thighs hugging my body. I looked up along the ramp her back made up to her broad hips and big, heart-shaped ass. Desire bade me reach up and around to that heart’s center and massage her anus.

I awoke very early the next morning. Kristina was there next to me in bed, her sunset-red hair sprayed over her pillow and her viola-shaped body under the blankets we shared. I crept out of bed and into the bathroom.

And that’s exactly what I did. Took her close to me and kissed her slow and deep, our bellies pressed together, her breasts pillowed against my chest. Those big hazel eyes opened when we finished our hellos, framed by tight red curls down to Kristina’s mid-back. She was just finishing up making dinner for us. I sat in the kitchen chatting while she stirred a pot on the stove. Small talk and sex education talk. Fast forwarding, she asked me when things were all done if I was hungry. I got down on my knees in front of her. Kristina was sitting in the opposite chair from the one I just left and let me open her legs.

“I’m going to give you head…”

We met at a professional suite. Kristina’s height, tiny waist, and magnificent broad hips was the first thing I noticed from the short distance we stood from each other. She was almost as tall as me. We drew closer, introduced by a mutual friend, and shook hands. Her big pretty eyes were framed by down-to-her-midback, curly bush of red hair. Then there was her full bustline—oh my. Kristina’s voice was alto-pitched and self-assured. Which turns me on just as much, but in a different way from soprano-toned women. Our friend gave me her email address when I expressed my interest. We emailed, and Kristina said she was happy I’d acted on my instinct of our shared attraction.