Where I Go When I’m Gone

(This ain’t no sexy post. It’s a rant of sorts in which I talk – possibly pointlessly – about depression as it is for me)

You may or may not have noticed that, on occasion, I’ll more or less disappear for a week or so. Scandarella will see no content. My Twitter page will be full of tweets spewed out by a plugin that keeps it looking active when I’m not around. My emails go unanswered, DMs get pushed to one side.

But all of that is the stinky icing on a shit cake I’ll have been baking for weeks behind the scenes. Before I make the decision to not write, many other things in my life will already be getting neglected. Continue reading “Where I Go When I’m Gone”

A Pain in the Neck


Image used with permission of Victoria Blisse

Tossing my empty coffee cup into the backseat of my car, I stare at the building in front of me. Broken windows, graffitied walls, a big fucking hole in the roof. Only God knows why these creatures choose such dilapidated buildings to roost in.

My car door slams and I don’t even get three feet away before the rainclouds overhead decide to shed their load. I hunker down into my mac, splashing through red and blue flashing puddles as I make my way to the city’s newest feeding den.

A young officer signals me over to his car. I don’t know if it’s just because I’m old enough that pretty much everyone looks young to me, but this kid looks especially fresh. Well, he would if he wasn’t so pallid. Rubbing his neck with a shaking hand, he bobs his head in the direction of the shattered hotel door.

“It’s in there.” Continue reading “A Pain in the Neck”

Abstract Love

Do I love her?

Every time I pass her in the street my heart forgets the meaning of rhythm. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, my lungs shrivel up because all the moisture in my body is spreading over the surface of my skin.

I stare at her so brazenly, even during the day, it makes the pedestrians around us snigger. How can they not see that her beauty is unrivalled, even in a city of millions? From the flowers in her hair to her ever-obscured eyes and pillowy lips, she’s perfection.

Yes, during the day I stare, but only at night do I approach. Continue reading “Abstract Love”

I Will Reign

A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life
Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night
And I have ridden from the westering light
To expend my lust
Verse from “Dusk and Her Embrace” from the album “Dusk…and Her Embrace” by Cradle of Filth

As the last light of day finally bleeds from the sky, Reign emerges tall and silent from beneath a weeping willow in the Church of St Mary Magdalene graveyard. He tightens his fist around the picture in his hand, feeling the crumpled canvas become wet from the cuts his sharp nails open the skin of his palm. His nose is pinched, his lips thinned, and his eyebrows are drawn together in his irritation. These mausoleum doors should be open. She should have made it so. She should understand what it is to make someone like him wait. Continue reading “I Will Reign”

The Weekly Wank – #30DayOrgasmFun

#30DayOrgasmFun is a week in and I’ve had the house to myself for most of it so it’s been easy to grab some masturbation time. And it’s been a good week for orgasms. Mostly. There were a couple of days when the very thought of touching my clit made me groan in much the same way I would if someone asked me to climb a mountain. But the rest of the week saw me getting down and dirty with myself every day.

Wanna know how I did? Here you go: Continue reading “The Weekly Wank – #30DayOrgasmFun”

Elust #104

Photo courtesy of Brigit Writes

Welcome to Elust 104

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #105 Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

A Wank and a Spank

The S Word

At My Feet

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Boarding School Survivor

Varnish

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Ode to the 69

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy! Continue reading “Elust #104”

How to Have Better Orgasms

A Masturbation Sex Story

by Danielle Denzel

When I was in my early 20’s, hormones were raging and I developed strong attractions for good-looking men. It was the time when sexual curiosities arise. After a decade of watching music videos with scantily clad dancers erotically writhing against each other and listening to blatant lyrics about sex, I thought sex HAD to be the best thing in the world. I had very high expectations for my first sexual encounter. I chose my first mate and prepared myself for what was to be the greatest most memorable moment of my life.. or maybe not. Continue reading “How to Have Better Orgasms”

Soulmate

Once in every lifetime,
Comes a love like this…

You know you have a true, lasting connection to someone when you bump into them after a period apart and it immediately feels like it was only yesterday when you were last with them. That easy flowing conversation. Familiar touching if your relationship is intimate in nature, the automatic respect for personal space if it isn’t.

Some believe that those people are our soulmates.

I know they are. Continue reading “Soulmate”

Six Shades of Ella: A Valentine’s Day Gift Guide

Whenever a gift giving event rolls around, one of the conversations the Fella tries to strike up without me noticing is, which Ella am I buying for this time? See, the different moods of me come with very different tastes. If I’m feeling silly and playful I love to be showered with plushies, animated movies, or merchandise from my favourite kids’ TV shows. When my mood takes on a melancholy tone I get weepy when he gives me fuzzy socks, books, and tasty stuff I can eat while I wear and read them. And then there’s macabre me, who wants skulls, blood and anything that could be considered even slightly satanic. Continue reading “Six Shades of Ella: A Valentine’s Day Gift Guide”