Suzanne Portnoy

A few of my readers have written to me to say that my writing seems to have gotten much steamier of late.  They’re right.  It has.  I’ve been thinking that really there’s no point in calling myself an erotic writer if I don’t write purely for the sake of titallation from time to time.  I have a job to do and if I’m not making you hard or your pussy wet, then I’m not really doing my title justice, am I?

Thankfully, I have a bit of a ‘back catalogue’ of material that has never been published but which I keep on my hard drive for those rainy days when I feel like writing something hot but have no current inspiration to draw upon.   I know that there’s a few of you who would like to think that I have sex every day, that I’m overwhelmed by an insatiable desire that will eventually kill me but the fact is that I’m not.

Like most other women my age I spend my days going to work, making dinner, doing the laundry and racking up my mobile phone bill.   I operate a not-so-effective car pool service that rarely runs on time too.  Occasionally, I even go to synagogue.  Very few sex bloggers have as much sex as their readers would like to think, it’s just that when we do, we are more vocal about it.

On the other hand, I have had one or two very hot and sexy episodes over the past few months.  It’s up to you to work out which stories are old and which are not?

In the meantime, I’m having the loveliest day starring out of my kitchen door onto my sunny garden.  Isn’t London the best when all the folks have left for their country houses, the streets are quiet and the sun is out?  My hot tub is filled up and ready for action and I think it’s about time it saw some.  Roll on next kids’ free weekend.