(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”
#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”
When I first started working out where I wanted to go with this post I realised quite quickly that it was gonna be a long one. For a shy gal who actively pursues the quiet life, 2017 was a little bit crazy. I went places I never thought I’d go. Did things I openly hoped but secretly doubted I would ever get to do. My year has been filled to the brim with awesome people, awesome blogs, companies, and sex toys, and all because of Scandarella.
Well, that’s not totally accurate, is it? Cos if it wasn’t for you, my lovely readers, Scandarella probably wouldn’t exist. The fact that you click links that lead you here (whether they come from other blogs, social media, or search engines), that you read my stuff, leave lovely comments, send me emails or private messages, ask for advice and recommendations… it all makes what I do feel like it has value. And that’s why I keep on doing it.
In comparison to 2016, the past twelve months have seen my traffic – your visits – increase threefold and, every day, more and more of you find me. I’m so happy to have you here, so thank you for coming.
Without further ado, here is my year in review: Continue reading “Ella’s 2017 Round-Up”
*Please note that this isn’t a sexy story. There be no sexy shenanigans here.*
I hate you. I hate you because I love you and I can’t tell you. I lost my chance to say it a long time ago. Let it slip through my fingers because I valued security and reliability over unpredictable love. Now that I have age and experience behind me and I no longer fear it, I crave your unpredictability, because I understand that what it made me feel for you was true, passionate love. But now that I know in my heart that I’m ready for it I can’t reach out to find out if it was ever really mine. Because you’re gone. Continue reading “Untrustworthy Heart”
Rather than writing another piece of fiction, I thought I’d try my hand at doing a real experience post for the most recent edition of Kink of the Week. It’s not something I’d usually do, but the prompt – Cutting/Tearing Off Clothes – is something that’s close to my heart. It’s not something that happens often, cos who the fuck can afford that, but clothes tearing has smashed into my sex life in significant ways a couple of times in the past, so I’ve decided to try my hand at sharing those real-life experiences. So pull up a chair and let me tell y’all a true story…
At the time I met my first boyfriend, the only thing missing from my sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle was the sex. But, with a minimal amount of encouragement from me, he soon remedied that. God, even though he was selfish and not very attuned to what she needed, inexperienced, teenaged Ella thought he was the gnat’s nuts. She really couldn’t get enough of him. Continue reading “There’s More Than One Way to Tear into Each Other”
Okay, it’s time for me to do something I don’t usually do; write a blog post that’s a train of thought rather than a planned piece, on a subject that I’m confronting (is that even the right word?) for the first time ever. It’s an insight into something so super personal I don’t even know why I’m sharing it. Continue reading “There’s the Rub”
Wanna know how rubbish I am? One month ago I signed up to take part in Smutathon 2017, and I’m only telling y’all about it now. That might mean little to you at this stage. But I’m hoping that, by the time you finish reading this post, you’ll see how important this is. And also why I feel like such a twat for not putting it out there before now.
So, what is Smutathon, I hear you ask.
In a nutshell, it’s a charity event, and the brainchild of my fellow sex blogger, Coffee&Kink. Very soon, smut writers from all over the UK – in fact, all around the world – are coming together to raise money for the following two worthy causes (all info is in the respective site’s own words, which speak for what they do far better than anything I could say): Continue reading “Smutathon 2017”
I don’t know if you ever cast your dreamy eyes to the sidebar that sits to the right of this very text you’re reading (or if you ever scroll right to the bottom if you’re on a mobile phone). But if you have you may have noticed a new image there. You haven’t looked? Go on then, I’ll wait while you check it out…
Yes! That’s the one I’m talking about. To my absolute and utter amazement, I’m one of the five finalists nominated for Best Erotic Author in 2017’s ETO Awards. Eeeek, exciting!
For those who don’t know what ETO is, it’s a trade magazine – Erotic Trade Only – that keeps adult industry peeps in the loop. New product releases, info on planned ranges, interviews, current articles, new employee appointments, etc. Continue reading “Nom…nom…Nomination!”
Eroticon weekend is long gone, and it’s taken me until now to start to get my mind around everything that went on while I was there. I listened to some amazing talks, met some wonderful people and saw some sights that were hugely out of the norm for me, even though I live in a pretty big city. Continue reading “10 Things I Took Away From Eroticon 2017”