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Guest blog: Why I write porn for my wife
When you’re in a relationship with someone, treating sex as a hobby that you enjoy together is a fabulous way to maintain connection and keep things interesting – I believe this very strongly and I know I bang on about it a lot here. Rarely do I get such a perfect, horny, beautiful example of this than in today’s amazing guest blog, though. When the writer first messaged me to tell me he writes porn for an enthusiastic audience of one, I nearly fell off my chair with excitement before immediately asking him to send me a guest blog about it. Please welcome today’s anonymous writer, who is here to tell you about the joy and satisfaction of writing porn for his wife.
I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, but never this
There’s one word no one’s ever used to describe me. Well, OK there are probably plenty. No one’s ever described me as ‘svelte’ or ‘pious’, after all. I’ve never heard ‘classy’ except through a thick layer of sarcasm, while I’m in the throes of strawpedo-ing a bottle of Lambrini. But the particular word I’m thinking of is something I have always wanted to be. I’ve longed for it, yearned for it, aspired to become it, and spent my whole life failing. Until recently.
How to cycle from London to Budapest
If you’re expecting the usual sex blogging here, you’ll be sorely disappointed. I wrote this because some people (like, literally about five) asked me if I was planning to blog about my recent bike trip across Europe, and although I’m not going to write a tonne of posts, I do love having the excuse to tell you the things that made it rock and the things I’d have done differently. Apart from anything else, it’s a fun opportunity to reflect on something I’m proud of and capture bits that I’d like to remember in years to come – I always tell other people to do this so maybe I should do it myself. But as I say it will only be of interest to about five of you, so consider yourself warned. I’m writing the advice part as if you want to do the exact same thing I did, but naturally your mileage may vary. Take what you want from this, ignore the bits you don’t, and please refrain from giving me advice because I haven’t asked for it. For me, part of the joy of doing this kind of thing is figuring it out on my own. I do this by seeking out other people’s blogs/videos/maps, taking what I need from those and discarding what I don’t. If you want to give advice to other cyclists, by all means do so, but please share it on a broadcast channel that anyone can read (like a quote post), rather than directing it at me in my comments. Anyway. If you want to do what I did (or something similar), here’s how to cycle from London to Budapest.
I drew these lines
One of my favourite songs by The Beautiful South, Prettiest Eyes, tells the story of a lifelong love by the lines it has drawn on the face of the singer’s beloved. “Line one is the time that you, you first stayed over at mine. And we drank our first bottle of wine. And we cried.” Life makes its mark on you, if you’re lucky enough to keep living it. The lines you draw tell a story about how you’ve lived. In the spring of 2026 I drew these lines.
Guest blog: Shyness has an off switch!
I get a lot of comments from men who self-identify as ‘shy guys’, and I’m a sucker for a shy guy myself. I love being privileged enough to see the vulnerable side of someone who is usually nervous to let that part of themselves show. This week’s guest blogger – a self-confessed ‘shy guy’ – wanted to write about a time when he managed to open up, let go, and show his lover a phenomenally good time without nerves getting in the way. Take it away MM…