My arms still hurt, as this morning I had a boxing session. Sort of.
Almost three weeks ago I enrolled at our local fitness center for a five week weight loss program. Every Wednesday and Saturday I go to the center to train. On Wednesday I have a program I have to work through, and on Saturday we have a group lesson, where they introduce different things for when we want to continue after the five weeks. This morning we did some cardio boxing and… oh… my… god… it was hard. About half an hour after the lesson had stopped, I went to the office to sign a form, as I am one of those staying after the five weeks, and I could barely write my name. I still feel ‘weak-ish’ in my arms. And you know what, it’s a damn good feeling. I am not losing much weight at this moment, but I am definitely losing centimeters and that makes me feel good! Soon my body will – finally – be stronger than it was in the last 20 years!
Something I have never had and probably never will have, since I moved to a new country, is a school reunion. However, I love reading about them, especially when they are sexy stories like Posy’s School Reunion (I’ve waited a long time).
Some months ago I started reading a series by Rabbit In Chains, and I was thrilled to see Part 20 posted on her website. It’s so good to have her back!
Once I started reading Do not underestimate the determination of a quiet man by Name Un_mentionabel, I was totally hooked. It’s just SO sexy!
Oh god, I want to hug this woman and cheer her on for her words in her post, Bikini part one. Yay for Honey for taking this step, for doing what she wants, not because she is brave or brazen, but because she is HER!
The Other Livvy’s post, Sinful Sunday: 18/40 shows two pictures, one in the sun and one in the shadows. I love how beautiful she looks in both of them!
Jerusalem Mortimer shares an image of she and she, Synful Sundae: I and I, dypping, where it looks like she’s leaning against her. You have to follow the link to know what I mean.
I absolutely adore wax play and Bee’s post, Making a rainbow, definitely made me want to experience it again!
I love big tournaments like the World Cup and Wimbledon, and when I saw Modesty’s image, Modestly Messy, I couldn’t help but giggle. It’s brilliant!
Prompts are a great way to inspire you to a new post, whether they have prompts or not. These are the ones currently running:
|Meme||Prompt||Date(s) to link|
|Masturbation Monday||Week 201 (The Other Livvy)||6 to 10 July 2018|
|Wicked Wednesday||Prompt #319: Educate||7 to 12 July 2018|
|Food for Thought Friday||F4TFriday #55 – Making Sense||6 to 12 July 2018|
|Sinful Sunday||Prompt to follow||5 August 2018|
|Kink of the week||Penis Masturbators||1 to 16 July 2018|
|Elust #109||Elust submissions July||1 to 8 July 2018|
Prompt 318 for Wicked Wednesday was ‘Recreate’ for which 21 posts were linked. The top 3 was done by Stella Kiink and she chose:
Today is the last day that the writers of the Smut Marathon can enter there stories for the sixth round. Tomorrow you can start voting again. Only 20 writers go through to the next round, so you really have to cast your vote, as that is what might keep someone in the race.
This is the last round in which the writers accumulate points. In rounds 7 to 10, the writers with the least votes are knocked out of the race.
You can find the rules of the Smut Marathon, explaining how many writers will be in each round, on the Smut Marathon site, which is where you will have to be to vote!
Tips & tricks
If you have a blog and you want to improve it, you might want to read this thread on Twitter, written by DomSigns, who can tell you SO much about websites and is always willing to help and answer questions. I don’t know if this will also be posted on the Eroticon site, but if not, at least you have this thread!
Last but not least
Next week will be a difficult week for me. I dread it to become Thursday, as I am fighting every day to keep my composure and concentrate on what I have and need to do. Thursday is the 12th of July, and exactly a year after my mom passed away. Every day now, I think back on the days on the hospice, next to her bed, and think how much I still wanted to say to her. I wish I had talked to her more back then, even though I did, and even though I still know she had no energy and long, intense talks could not be had. I miss her. Every. Damn. Day.
I dread the 12th of July…
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