someone thinks my writing is elegant: younger men and tight prose

So I've a new piece up on Filthy Gorgeous Things. It's about why I like younger men, and it's called "Robbing the Playpen." Totter on over there, read it, and return. I'll wait. Here's an excerpt:

But my preference for a man is younger. He used to be a standard eight-to-ten years younger (and, indeed, this is the age bracket I like for a relationship), but now he’s a lot younger than that. He is, if you look at my last ten years of sex history, anywhere between a seemly ten years to a rather staggering twenty. I admit it: I quake when I could have gone to high school with my lover’s mom. It makes me feel weird and, well, really old. Age is not just a number. Size matters. And you’re not only as old as the person you’re fucking.

But fuck them I do. Most recently, it was this creamy dish of an Eastern European of uncertain descent. He possessed a mind of dark beauty and a cock as long, straight and narrow as a ruler...

The man described above is the man over whom I suffered tristesse and then wrote about it. He and I email one another from time to time. He feels flattered, which I think is sweet and which junction of flattery/sweetness probably sums up the relationship between muse and artist more than it does the relationship between younger man and older woman.

Though what the hell do I know? I've never been a younger man.

I have, however, been written about, and it is flattering and creepy in equal measure. That frisson probably goes a long way to explain my extreme singleness. 

For some cosmic crash of events, I've had sudden uptick of readers here on my pretty dumb things. Even when I haven't posted for months and months, I maintain a tidy 300 or so pages read a day, primarily because of this particular post on deep-throating. I am, apparently, a blow-job queen, an empress of fellatio, a doyenne of deep-throating, a consort of cock-sucking. I knew I enjoyed the activity, and I've always taken pride in it, but I never considered myself that much of an authority. Apparently, the Internets sees me as the Martha Stewart of knob-slobbing, and I suppose that's a good thing.  At any rate, it keeps my page-count consistent.

That chart to the left or above (depending on the size of your window) is empiric evidence in the form of search results that brought people to my pdt. You can embiggen the image and count it up, but I'm guessing about 3/4 of this list (it goes on beyond the scope of my screen) has to do with sucking cock. I'm not entirely sure about the person who searched for "SEXY MEN DEEP TROATING LADIES SUCKING COCK," but who am I to rain on another human's consensual fantasy? Likewise if you're the person asking "how often should i suck black boyfriends cock," I'd answer "as often as you want and he's willing." Not to presume, or anything. 

Regardless of what brought them, it's always really gratifying to take a quick look at my stats and see that someone is devouring my archives. This is my 801st post, give or take a few. If you consider that most of my posts average a bit shy of a thousand words, and then if you times the numbers and carry the one, you'll see that I've written quite a lot. I have a metric shit-tonne of archives. There is, in short, a lot to read. And it looks as if there will be yet more. (But you'll find the anal stuff here and the oral stuff here, you beloved smut-seekers.)

For a variety of reasons too excruciatingly boring to tell, I've recently fallen in love again with my blog. My blog also has undergone a subtle refurbishment at the hands of 3Design3; I'm quite fond of the work this company has done. I'm not sure which came first--my falling back in love or the refurbishment--but I do like the new look. Even if this confluence of events suggests that I am at heart a shallow, superficial, Oscar Wildean kind of girl. 

I ramble. Forgive me. I had some really bad news today, and it leaves me wanting a big tumbler of brown alcohol. Thanks for reading. Even you trolls. You love me, you really, really love me.

I could just swallow you whole.

PS. I forgot. A friend of mine also has a piece on FGT about her time working as a hostess at sex parties. You have to pay to read it, but it's worth it. This woman is no slouch as a writer. Watch her, seriously. She's all that and.

Comments

[Jason]

Wow. There are some unexpectedly entertaining search queries in there. And who doesn't find phrases such as 'the Martha Stewart of knob-slobbing' eminently elegant?

[Miss B]

I love the FGT piece CG. As much as I enjoyed many a young man, I am now in lust with a guy who is four years older & listens to classic rock...i do agree, experience is worth its weight in gold. Thanks for such a lovely piece to read.

[Pete]

CG,
As one who when younger (25) I was dating two women who were 15 years older than me. I spent 5 years dating these two women, and had great sex and great conversations. With this in mind, I experienced what you wrote about from the other side of the equation. It was a great time and all of us had no regrets.
Keep writing, it is always fun to read.
Pete

[SF Sex Toy]

We love you Chelsea! :)

[Marlena]

My heart is happy at your return. Seriously happy...as in unicorns dancing through rainbow prisms happy.