Hip hip hooray!

This week Drunken Slut Mum is having a double celebration, so please help yourself to a glass of bubbly and some nibbles. You can also throw your coats on the bed, but the only person I want to see under them is The Man, waiting patiently for me to dive on top of him at the end of the night!

So, why the popping corks? Firstly, this blog you see before you is a year old (it was actually 30 August 2012, but what’s a few days between friends?). If you have been reading this since then, you deserve a medal for sticking with it and I thank you for your support.

If you are a DSM virgin, it’s never too late and you can wade through anything from a poem about vibrators to top tips on how to be a DSM, erotic shorts with ‘The Man’ in a range of positions and locations (such as this), debates on sex education, tales of my sexual adventures and meet ‘Barry’ and ‘Sandra’. There’s much, much more than can be listed here. So maybe, readers, you can suggest your own favourite bits, or even your worst bits.

And to prove this isn’t one of those episodes of ‘Friends’ or ‘The Simpsons’ where clips from old episodes are spliced together when characters remember old times (and the writers can’t be bothered that week), my second celebration follows up last week’s lament about the times my body lets me down.

Ladies, we may knock things over, break wind, cough, sneeze or have a wobbly belly, but we all have a bad habit of focusing on the bad. Celebrate your good bits – here are mine:

Lots of squashy bits: Let’s face it – you are not going to get a really good cuddle from a supermodel. I imagine snuggling up to Kate Moss or Lily Cole would be like putting your arms around a coat stand. On the other hand I can provide a range of locations which will double up as warm pillows.

A talented tongue: My tongue is the most athletic part of my body. I can flick it, touch the end of my nose with the tip, make it into a spoon shape and use it to such precision that I can push ice cream right down to the bottom of the cone. I don’t need to suggest other ways it can be employed…

Boobies: I like this childlike word for them, as does my toddler son. Mine are not perfect, but they are neither too big nor too small and still have some bounce left. I enjoy grabbing them and pushing them up and down in the same way as men in drag do when they have a fake pair. This may sound strange, but I still regard them as a bit of a novelty, even though I have had them over 20 years.

Legs: I don’t have the best legs in town but they have run a few miles, carried me up and down lots of hills and pedalled my bike. Oh, and they will spread quite far apart and wrap around bodies quite effectively too. So despite the knobbly knees they will do for me.

Hands: My hands are no better than anyone else’s – as we all sit there tapping at keyboards, phones and touch screens. In fact they would not win a beauty contest with my unmanicured nails and dry skin, but they can do some amazing stuff – ranging from sewing and kneading dough to plaiting hair and drawing pictures. I am also a pretty good tickler and amateur masseur, when required.

So, dear readers, raise a glass with me to DSM’s first birthday, the useful bits of our bodies and hope that I still know what to write about for another 12 months…

And I can’t sign off without saying a big thank you to my technical support/design team of one who made this possible in the first place. You know who you are.

4 thoughts on “Hip hip hooray!

  1. Well done and thank you for a funny, thought provoking and (I believe) emotionally honest ride through the highs and lows of your life. As another of your readers quoted; the largest erotic organ is the brain, and this blog is a great reminder of just how how, complicated and fickle that organ can be.
    Here’s hoping for many more posts.

    • Thank you DGS.

      I really appreciate your kind words and support. My ‘organ’ is definitely complicated and throws up some odd memories and ideas. Luckily this blog acts as therapy and a means of exercising the old ‘organ’.

      DSM x

  2. I’m sorry I missed your birthday DSM – in other circumstances I’d give you a present 🙂 :):) Wrapped with a bow. 🙂

    Like you I’ve been away but I just want to say your body sounds pretty good to me, your intellect is a sexy as it comes and ,for me anyway, that’s a big turn on.

    The Man is a very lucky fellow.

    I’ll check out your links and give you an appraisal – I am, after all, a professor of English Literature , Psychology and Sexual Techniques at the University of Warmington on Sea

    I’m raising a glass to another year of your posts. x

    • Thank you Lou (or should I say professor Smorals?!).

      And cheers to you too! I am not sure that The Man sees himself as lucky – I think he will tire of me soon, as I care too much about him and he has other fish to fry.

      But I will carry on sewing this tapestry of words and see where it takes me.

      Your support and comments are very valued and appreciated.

      Thanks again Lou.

      DSM x

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