Category: Random shit

Three weeks ago, something very strange happened. I got a text from one of my oldest friends – a groomsman at our wedding, who I’ve known since I was 16 – to say that he’d found my blog. This blog. While my brain desperately tried to process the information (and my heart froze for the best part of 10 minutes), he gleefully explained that a chance reference to ‘The Other Livvy’ on someone else’s site had rapidly led him to her, and of course then to me.

“Don’t worry though,” he signed off. “Your secret is as safe as it ever was ?”

An attempt at reassurance, no doubt (and a sincere one), but his message stayed with me that night and intermittently throughout the week, as I tried to decide how I felt about this sudden breach of the admittedly flimsy wall between ‘Exhibit A’ and the rest of my life.

This morning, I rolled over in bed and pulled Liv into a big, spooning hug. With my erection pressed against her arse and my arm wrapped round her chest, it wasn’t long before she was squirming and wriggling back into me. Martha was fast asleep in her crib, so we had at least a few minutes to ourselves – we’ve learnt by now that even when she starts to stir in the mornings, it takes her a little while to wake up properly.

Liv reached round with her right hand to stroke my cock, still slightly sticky with lube and cum from sex a few hours earlier. I grabbed lube from the shelf above our bed and pumped a generous amount into her hand. With my face buried in her neck, she made a tight fist around the base of my cock and applied gentle pressure as I thrust into it.

You can probably guess the rest. Liv is great at jerking me off anyway, but there’s something just incredibly hot about fucking someone’s hand like that, especially when it’s properly slick with lube. She kept squeezing right through to the end, then laughed with delight as I jizzed all over her back and arse.

I cry more now.

When people ask how life has changed since we found out that Liv was pregnant, I normally shrug my shoulders and tell them it hasn’t – not yet, not really. And that’s true, up to a point. Liv’s more tired, and she can’t really drink when we go to a nice restaurant or have friends over for a BBQ, but we can still do those things. We can sleep in, stay out late, and spend lazy Saturdays on the sofa in our dressing gowns. The daily cadence of life itself – all the routines and practicalities that usher us from one day to the next – will remain comfortable and familiar for a little while longer.

And that’s great. But we have changed. I have changed.

I cry more now.

This is my fourth post for Smutathon 2018! Eight of us are spending 12 hours today furiously writing erotica, blogging about sex, taking filthy photos, and generally producing smut in all its glorious forms, to raise money for the Abortion Support Network. To find out more, to enter our sex toy raffle, and most importantly to donate to an excellent cause, click here!

THIS IS ALSO MY 500^TH BLOG POST!

On this blog, anyway.

I’ve been Exhibit A for over five years now, though my posting history here actually goes all the way back to 2010. I don’t know how many words I’ve written in that time, but I imagine it’s somewhere north of 300,000. I’ve also published 129 Sinful Sunday posts, 43 pieces of original fiction, and one improbably successful account of getting an erection in a life drawing class – seriously, it’s where soooo much of my traffic comes from, even now.

Most importantly, of course, Exhibit A is the reason I met the love of my life, and has introduced me over the years to far more friends, lovers, play partners, and generally good people than I ever imagined possible when I started writing here.

Next week I’ll be attending my 5th Eroticon! That makes this my 5th meet and greet post – masochists among you can find the rest here, here, here, aaaaaaand here. Can I think of anything new and interesting to say this time? Only one way to find out…

NAME (and Twitter if you have one)

Exhibit A, though I think my real name will be on my badge this year. Pretty sure most people know it by this point anyway. On Twitter, I’m @ea_unadorned.

[cw: death]

It’s been a funny 24 hours.

Last night, Liv and I went to a carol service in Clapham, organised annually to raise money for a local hospice. It’s held in a beautiful church with a very talented choir, and this year the congregational carol selection was close to perfect. Once in Royal David’s City, O Come All Ye Faithful, In The Bleak Midwinter, O Little Town of Bethlehem, and Hark! The Herald Angels Sing is a strong line-up, and we belted each one out with appropriate gusto.

Halfway through the service, a member of the hospice’s fundraising committee stepped up to the lectern to deliver an address. He was maybe five years older than me, had an open, kind face, and spoke with a voice that only wavered or trembled occasionally during what turned out to be an extraordinary speech.

Hello!

Regular readers can probably skip this post. After four years and over 400 posts, most of you know who I am (well…kinda), what I write, and what you can expect to find here.

If you’re visiting my blog for the first time, that probably means you’ve just read my debut piece for Metro.co.uk. All you know about me at this point is that I love it when women sit on my face, and while that’s a decent start, it might be worth putting a bit of meat on those bare bones.

Ok, here we go.

Attention all! Or all who live in/near London, anyway. As I mentioned in this blog post a few months ago, Liv and I are doing Streak for Tigers again this year.

The event is next Thursday (10th August), and there are still tickets available for anyone who wants to join us, but if getting naked and running round the zoo isn’t your kind of thing, we’re ALSO planning to go for a few (or more than a few) drinks afterwards in Camden, as sort of a pre-wedding celebration with all the friends we’ve made via Twitter and blogging over the last couple of years.

There will be wine, (optional) food, and almost certainly a fair bit of filthy chat. Frankly, I can’t wait. If you’re reading this and would like to come along, email/DM me and I’ll let you know all the details. I realise it’s relatively short notice, but we hope at least a few of you will be able to make it!

Cheers,

EA xxx