ANOTHER UPDATE: Nominations are now officially closed! THANK YOU to everyone who commented here or emailed me – I got nearly 150 different bloggers nominated this year!

UPDATE: There seems to be a few comment hiccups happening. If you try to leave a comment and it doesn’t seem to go through or say “comment awaiting moderation, feel free to email me your nominations instead. Sorry for the inconvenience!
Well crap.

There was a mix-up, and my last post got deleted, along with the comments left on the post. Sigh. So, if you commented before, please comment again. First time reading this post? Here’s the deal:

Last year’s Sexiest Bloggers of 2008 was a huge success. Bloggers got to meet one another and readers got to explore new, great blogs. So, I’m doing it again this year, but it will be more organized. I have a group of fantastic bloggers and readers who are going to help me judge each blog on a scale from 1 to 10, based on things like quality of writing, interaction with readers, frequency of posts, and so forth. Yes, you can still sign up to be a judge here (and it doesn’t put you out of the running if you’re also a blogger).

I don’t just need more judges, though – I need nominations!!! Sure, I read a lot of sex blogs myself, but there are tons that I don’t know about. Without your nominations, this list would just be 100 blogs that I personally like, and that’s not really fair.

All you have to do to nominate a sexy blogger you know is leave a comment. Here are some general rules:

1. Nominate by blog, not by blogger. Yes, this is a sexy blogger list, but if someone has two blogs that make the list, they’ll be listed with the highest rated blog. Couples who write a blog together (or groups who write a blog together) will be judged together, unless they also write other places separately.

2. No self-nominating! You can (and I hope you do) post information about this list on your website, but the point is to nominate people you love, not yourself.

3. Any sex-related blogger qualifies, as long as they aren’t doing anything illegal (like promoting kiddie porn). Gay, bi, straight, vanilla, BDSM, poly, whatever! It doesn’t have to be erotica, either. It can be sex advice, thoughts on feminism, pictures and videos, poetry, an online journal…everything goes. As long as the blogger writes about sex topics at least, say, half the time, they qualify.Blogs only, and no porn aggregation websites.

4. The blog must be active. I’ll consider it active if the blogger posted during June, unless they have announced that they’ll no longer be posting.

5. The blog should be at least a year old, but I’ll consider anyone who has been blogging since at least Jan 1, 2009. I’ll make special considerations for blogs that are new because the blogger moved or wrote elsewhere, as long as we have enough to judge.

6. If you see that someone else has already nominated a blog you like, feel free to nominate them again to show your support!

7. Please include the full name of the blog and a link to the blog so I’m sure about your nomination intentions.

8. Yes, bloggers who were nominated last year are eligible this year as well!

9. Someone asked me, so I’m adding this rule: You can nominate as many bloggers as you want. I’m hoping that most of you well edit yourselves though, sticking to maybe 5-10 at most. Remember, you should be nominating the best of the best!

I’ll keep nominations option until July 31, so start nomination and tell all your friends too! The more nominations we get, the better the list will be. I promise not to delete anything this time around.

Oh, and if you’re uncomfortable nominating people via a public comment, feel free to DM me on twitter (@SweetRori) or email me at rori@betweenmysheets.com.

Two on my back.

One on my shoulder.

One on my ass.

One, light, on my neck.

I don’t bruise easily. I rarely have marks that last more than a few hours. I do today.

The one on my neck concerned me the most. I don’t like looking totally trampy when in public. You don’t really notice unless I point it out, though.

After he did it, I asked if you could see it. He leaned in close to look, and I instinctively leaned back, thinking he was going to bite my neck again.

“Trust me,” he said. And I did. He kissed me instead, then licked me.

“Don’t wipe it away,” he commanded.

God, I love when someone claims me like that, even if only for a little while.

The fact that I’m reviewing the Under the Bed Restraints that have been gathering dust since D and I broke up should give you a clue as to how well my date went on Saturday. *blush*

The UtB restraints that Vibe Review sells are pretty much the “standard” as far as bed restraints go. They hook up pretty easily, though it was a little awkward to get them set up in the heat of the moment. You really should just set them up and keep them there all the time (like I do at my house). They don’t have a lot of bulk to them, so you don’t notice that they’re under your mattress at all.

The restraints are long enough to fit under a cali king, I’m betting – I have a queen and there’s tons of slack. They’s work under a single too, though – you can adjust them to any size bed. The great thing about them is that you don’t nee a headboard to knowledge of knots to use them. There are cuffs and hooks, and your own weight on the bed provides the restraint. If you can work velcro, you can work these restraints.

The cuffs were very comfortable around my wrists and ankles – so much so that I forgot they were there for the most part. I didn’t have any marks from them at all. Not that I mind marks from bondage, but around my ankles and wrists can be annoying and painful for the next few days. I’d rather have bite marks (and I do, hehe).

Another great thing about these restraints: you can make then as restraining or “vanilla” as possible. It was my first time with this guy, and although I felt a sense of trust within a few hours of meeting him (if I didn’t, we never would have done anything D/s related at all), I wouldn’t have felt comfortable with my hands tied behind my back or handcuffed or something like that. When he set up the restraints, he left them kind of loose, and if I really wanted to get out of them, I could have done so. Safety is important when you don’t know the other person well enough to fully trust him/her. For the record, I hope he makes ‘em a little tighter next time (if there is a next time). That’s the great thing about these, though – you can make them as loose or tight as you want.

Overall, the only downside is that they’re hard to quickly set up in the heat of the moment. They’re on the vanilla side of BDSM, which can be a good or bad thing, depending on what you want. I’d use them again though. Well, I hope to use them again. I’m not sure my date had as much fun with that crop as I did… but I guess I’ll wait and see!

In any case, I can’t recommend Vibe Review enough. They have great prices (and a summer sale right now, I believe), and the people there are great. This is the last review item I have from them, so I’m not sure if I’ll be doing more reviews in the future, but now that I’ve started dating again, I’d love to post more reviews for you guys – if you want to read them!

There’s a new guy on the horizon.

And by horizon, I mean about an hour from now. Tall, dark, and handsome? Yes, please. Intelligent and witty? Yes, please. Dominant? YES, PLEASE.

I tend to get excited about dates fairly quickly, so I’m trying not to do so with this one. I don’t want to jinx it. Guys my age into d/s who live in my area just aren’t popping out of the woodwork willy nilly.

I’m worried that he won’t think I’m pretty. I’m worried that he won’t think I’m smart. I’m worried that I’ll hit the “just friends” zone. First dates make me nervous!

But we have a lot of common interests, so that’s something. And we are a good match on what we’re looking for in another person…so that’s something too. Still, I try not to get too excited. Or nervous.

If I didn’t at least a little, though, I wouldn’t be me!

I know that guys say girls are dramatic and catty…but I think guys are just as bad! These past few weeks have been a little crazy in the guy-drama department. It isn’t me, I swear.

D and I are on-and-off-again when it comes to friendship. He wants to move here, move in with me. I want that, but I think I want it for the wrong reasons. He’s getting all friendly with his ex and went a little too far with info about her to me the other day. And it makes me crazy. I still love the guy. I don’t want to know about any new (or old) girls in his life. The jury’s still out on whether or not the two of us could successfully live together. We have awhile to think about it, though, since it wouldn’t be possible until October.

TR. Sigh. That guy is so great. He still gives me butterflies whenever we talk, and he’s one of the best spankers I’ve ever met (no, it didn’t go much farther than spanking…we were good).

Fact of the matter is, he just lives too far away. I’d been trying to pretend that wasn’t the case, but at one point, we went on a week stretch without even talking to one another of the phone because we were too busy and there was no time to meet up. I can’t live like that when it comes to a relationship. So, I called and told him that I still wanted to be friends, but anything more was out of the question. He took it well, totally understood. I cried. Because that’s what I do. In the end, it was the best decision, though.

I had another new date. For your sake, I won’t tell you about the drama overload with that guy. We met up twice…and yes, we had sex. It was great NSA sex too…the kind I haven’t had for years and years. He was a douche about some things, though, and D didn’t like him at all, which led to a big blowout between me and D AND me and this guy. So fuck that. Funny story though, about a week or so after we fought, he calls me up and proceeds to tell me that he can’t stop thinking about me and he wants to see me and blah blah blah. I told him (nicely) that I wasn’t interested, and he threw a huge temper tantrum. He starts slinging insults, saying how he didn’t really miss me and that he never cared about anything more than sex and how I was horrible in bed and blah blah blah. Right. Because I didn’t know it was just about the sex. And really, if I’m so bad in bed, why’s he calling me up and begging for it? Pathetic.

I have a “date” tomorrow. I hesitate to call it that because nothing can really come of it. It’s with this guy who is perfect for me – and we’ve both known that for months now. He lives to far away, though, so I can only see him when I’m in that area (which is maybe 3 or 4 times a year) or he is in this area (which is maybe once a month or so). So it can’t work, but we’re having lunch anyway!

I will tell you all this, though: With everything going on between me and D, there has been some flirting, at least on my head Things kinda came to a head one day (no pun intended), when I was talking about blow jobs and he admitted that he was naked and hard. Rawr. So maybe I’ll share some of those fantasies with you soon. If y’all are good…