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Posted by on Feb 22, 2012 in Blog | 6 comments

Eroticon meet and greet

Eroticon meet and greet

With just nine days to go until Eroticon, the UK’s first conference for sex bloggers and erotica writers I thought it was about time that we all go to know one another.  While many of us hang out and chat regularly on Twitter and still more on Facebook then I thought it would be nice to gather us all together in one little linky, so this is how it works:

You write up your answers to the meet and greet questions (see below) and post a pic if you want too, then come back over here and pop the url of your blog post into the linky doohicky, don’t forget to link to this page (see below for link back text) and when you’ve done that you can have a mooch around the other blogs to say “Well Hello!” to the other delegates!  You might even find some new blogs and writers to read too!

So here’s my Eroticon Meet and Greet:

Name: Ruby Kiddell

Blog: The Erotic Notebook

Twitter: @eroticnotebook


Height: 5ft 7

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Brunette

Describe yourself in three words: Tired, overambitious, funny

What are you looking foward to at Eroticon?  Meeting old friends and making new ones, playing with the buzzies on the Lovehoney stand and seeing all my efforts over the last nine months of planning coming together.

What’s on your Lovehoney wishlist?  That would be telling.

What song would you add to the Eroticon playlist?  The Kaiser Chiefs – Ruby!

Your turn!

Link back with this text:

See who else is coming to Eroticon 2012 in the Meet & Greet link up


Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Feb 11, 2012 in Erotic writing | 0 comments


I used to play with words on Twitter a lot more than I do now.  Tonight something lovely happened, someone else asked for a writing prompt so I suggested “draw” and then feeling a little playful I tweeted out the following words and then some more folk joined in and a lot of words got written, here are mine.


“Close your eyes” he said,

I did and felt the softness of a brush flutter coloured dust over them. I pouted my lips, ready for the stick of red grease, I waited, eyes still closed, alert to his movements.  His lips found my ear, hot wet breath making me wriggle.

“Sit still”

I did, he lifted my chin with his finger and I listened to the zip rasp and fabric rustling fall of his pants to the floor.  Instead of the cool of lipstick I felt the hot press of smooth cock on my lips, opening my mouth I let him into me. Sucking the seed from him until I could feel the tensing, shuddering, rushing due me, I pulled away then and his cum painted my face. I licked my lips;

“I told you I’d let you draw me”

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Feb 5, 2012 in Blog | 7 comments

Parenting, creativity and time

I’ve held off writing this post for a good six months, I’ve often thought about it, felt the emotion of what I wanted to say well up inside me and sometimes break through as tears of frustration, but what has held me back is the fact that I don’t want to come over as whiney, self-indulgent or self-pitying.  I was also not sure if this was the correct place to write about my feelings on the subject; perhaps it could go on my personal blog where I write more about my life and have a more parenting focused audience, but the fact is I want it to be here, I want you to hear what I have to say because it is important to me and it bears relevance to my creative writing.

Almost anyone that pays attention to my social media output will know I’m a single parent, I have been the past two and a half years, the only piece of my online presence that pre-dates me becoming a parent is my personal Facebook profile and my personal blog.  My daughter was born in Spain the day after my husband and I closed the doors on our scuba diving business, losing everything except our home when we did.  Three months later we also lost our home due to my husband sustaining an injury which meant he could not work.  When my daughter was two months old we flew to Barcelona where her grandparents met us and drove us across southern Spain and France all the way to the French Alps where we moved in with them.

Some months later my marriage ended, my husband walked out, my daughter was 11 months old and, with his consent, I brought her home to the UK, in my first year of parenting I had lived in three countries.

There isn’t any way I can convey how stressful all these months were, how isolating in so many different ways those 12 months and the months before and the months after were.  I cannot explain how those months affected me because some two and a half years later I am still processing those thoughts and feelings, I am changed and I will continue to change due to those series of events.

What I can tell you is that they have hardened me and stolen time from me.

If you think I am snubbing you on social media because I don’t talk to you, I’m not.

If you think that I don’t interact with you in the way you would like, I probably don’t.

If you think I’m rude or tardy in replying to emails or contacts from you, I probably am.

It isn’t that I don’t want to be frivolous, fun or efficient, it is simply that I don’t have time.  I cannot, will not, nor should I prioritise any person over my child.

If you know me, you’ll know I’m not hard, I’m soft, tired and vulnerable, just as I’ve always been, but now much more so than ever before.  Yet there is a hardness, a brittleness, a wall, it is there to protect me and, more importantly, to protect my daughter, because if I allow myself to be affected by you, any one of you out there that may or may not know me or understand, in a negative way, then my parenting of her will be affected.

Why am I writing this manifesto of defense?

It is  because I shouldn’t have to, it is because being a parent affects everything in my life, from my aspirations to my ability to fulfil them.  It affects my politics, my bank balance and my every moment of existence.  I am writing this so everyone is very, very clear that if I give you my time, it is the most precious thing I can give.  If I write it takes up time and in doing so my writing becomes precious to me beyond the words on the page you read, but these gems of seconds and minutes and hours are willing given, they are the company I keep and future built on words.

Please be careful with them.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Feb 1, 2012 in Erotic writing | 8 comments

Echo : Wank Wedensday

Before I’d heard your voice once I’d heard it a hundred times.

Fractured into countless fragments of sound that vibrate through your movements and pass into the space between us in invisible waves.  I hear your movements before you make them because I see your voice in all you do.

I know  your intent because you breathed it into me.  I comprehend your lust before it is born.  My skin knows the countless ways you’ll breach it before you’ve thought of them.  The slickness of my want is puddled before your fingers have rained their touch on me.

All this I know before you’ve opened your eyes and looked at me, before you’ve framed thought of word.  I am your everything prior to your knowledge of need or want, my body an encyclopedic response to desires you’ve not yet dreamed of.

I am what you will want.

I am more than an echo, I am the vacuum that will empty you of your sound, thought and lust.



This was my entry to Wank Wednesday over on the Word Ejaculation blog, you can read all the other entries here.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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