Sex with Sean and Mel. A blog following our journey into non-conventional forms of sex... Mostly dominant/submissive(S&M) play... all in the name of "FUN"!
Spank me for I've been a naughty girl. I haven't been posting nearly as regularly as I should. To make up for it, tonight I'm going to give you an extra Half-Nekkid Photo* - two days early. We will resume to regular posting by mid-September, I promise. You can hold me on that one.
Sit back and enjoy, my friends!
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Mel has decided to let me field this weekends question, which was from kindabiz. He asked:
would you ever invite me ... ( a fellow blooger who shares yr interests ) over to have a threesome with you all ?
Well... This brings up some issues. Most of which I would class as "safety" issues.
Here are a few:
Throughout my schooling I have been warned that having sex is bad, as is every english person. Well, they weren't gunna stop me. However, out of this continual pounding over the head with the "don't have sex stick" one of the reasons given did find its way into my brain. STDs, or STIs, or whatever it is that they are calling them these days. I hate the thought of having sex with someone once, and then having an STD from them for the rest of my life. I also consider that having an STD would be something that would be hard to broach for a new relationship, as it could put your potential partner off. I also know how much people lie. These things together tell me I have to be really careful about getting STDs.
Safe sex! I hear you cry! Yeah I know, safe sex, the answer to all life's problems. But is it? Being someone who has (admittedly when I was much younger) broken many a condom during sex, and not realised until afterwards, and then had to deal with the consequences (namely taking Mel to the FPC), I hate the damned things. I also don't trust them.
Yes. Many a horror film have warned me the dangers of letting someone into my house (or even my life in general, when I come to think about it...), and I know that these are stupid things, but still there are sick people out there, and sometimes you never can tell. (Sometimes, never... shut up.) So we would have to meet them somewhere public, and far away from our house, have to have neutral territory to go to, and have to double back at least 4 times on the way home to ensure no-one is following us. Okay, so the last ones a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point.
Yes. I know this includes me. I also know I start sections with Yes. Anyway, the old meeting someone from the net thing. Well this is not as much of a problem with you, kindabiz, due to the fact that I have and can read your blog, and get an idea of you as a person. I build up a kind of trust. But if someone found our blog on the net, and emailed us, and they had no representing material of their own, I'm not sure I would do so. I feel I need that friendship before I can step further.
Here's the real clincher. This one has the power of vito. Even if we manage to alleviate all the other problems listed, this one is still where it could fall flat. Trust. As it happens, I trust Mel implicitly and explicitly. I believe that she also trusts me. This is good. However, I do have issues with jealousy. Jealousy is not from a lack of trust, however I feel that a lack of trust will definitely increase jealousy. I also feel that jealousy can help reduce trust. I can be quite jealous. Mel is my slave, she will do what I say, and I wouldn't want it any other way. And I generally have a reasonable amount of self confidence. However, if she were to sleep with another person, I am not sure how that would make me feel. I predict it would make me feel unwanted, or somehow inferior, and that would not be a pleasant way to feel.
However, we are both each other's firsts and onlys (onlies?), so we both are curious as to how it would be to be with someone else. I think that we would both be happy never sleeping with someone else, if that is what the other wanted. However, when we are both curious, this course of action may occur. Personally, I would like to have a threesome. FMF for me, as Mel said before I have already had a go on the male flute, and I didn't much like it. I didn't massively dislike it, but I don't really want to do it again. An MFM, where there is no man on man, could be interesting, especially to see how my slave acts, but would heighten the jealousy.
So, to answer your question, kindabiz, no. Purely, and sexistly, because you are male. However, if there are any hot women out there...
Seriously though, I think me and Mel will dabble in three-or-more-somes some time in the future, and I honestly don't know if we will enjoy it or not. The only problem I see is if one of us does and the other doesn't. But I also don't see this happening for a few years, until we have our own place at least.
Well thanks for reading, and thanks for the question, kindabiz. I hope the answer was not too long-winded for you. And pop back next weekend everyone for an answer to deb's question:
I would be curious to know what the darkest fantasy is that both of you have?
See you soon,
Sean
We were considering the title "How to maintain a sex blog on your parents' computer and not give them the slightest idea that you're doing it..." But it's a little too long. For those who are wondering, what you do is grab a Linux Live CD and come home on a weekend that your parents aren't around for long. Or you could just live out the horror shown by Art's cute sex blogger, left (find all of his cartoons here including the other 8 frames of this one).
Do you remember a while ago we wrote about a couple named Sally and Mark? They're long-term friends of ours, but we don't see them very often. We've written before about Sally's recurrent threats to with-hold sex when Mark doesn't do what she says. She talks about ignoring him when she doesn't want sex. I couldn't imagine doing that without it turning into a game. Anyways... Things have been getting more and more interesting between Mark, Sally, Sean and I. As we're in my hometown for the weekend, we invited Sally and Mark around for an innocent game of cards. The online chat quickly turned to things of a sexual nature...
Now, we are talking about a woman whom I've been friends with since infant school (kindergarten). Do I really want to go there with her? I'm just looking upon it as some harmless fun between friends. Besides, when Sean later mentioned whips when they were round, Sally had a rather worried expression on her face and asked Mark if they should "go home now". I think, on some level, she knows what we're into. They've both had enough hints over the last couple of years. As have most of our friends, in fact. If it came down to it, would I be up for a foursome with Sally and Mark and Sean? Dispite my want for female flesh, I don't think I would be.
Last night, after Sally and Mark had gone home, Sean and I got down to some real business. Having been told that we were going to indulge in "some real loving", I was rather moist even before Sean went down on me. He was slow but relentless, hitting me over and over in just the right spot. It felt wonderful. Should I mention that it's the first time in over three weeks that he'd spent any measurable time down there? You can see why I just melted in his hands. After reaching an orgasm I didn't even think I was going to be allowed to have, Sean slithered up my body and within no time he had penetrated me. A huge smile crossed my face; he wasn't wearing a condom.
(I should say things here along the lines of always practice safe sex)
It's been a long while since we haven't had to use a condom. I'd forgotten just how wet and hot and slippery and extra intimate sex can feel without them. And Sean's senses are heightened and he comes to the edge of orgasm a lot quicker, which isn't a bad thing because I still very much enjoy what I get. Which is often a succession of climax after climax, just like last night.
Yes, condoms are great if you don't know your partner's history. But if you do, and you use other contraception if you don't want to become pregnant, then condom-free play every once in a while is the best thing you can treat your partner to.
Don't forget, dear readers, to get in your questions for this week's weekender, a forum in which we answer your questions. If you don't want to leave a comment, e-mail me at mels.smblog@googlemail.com.
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Art, if you want me to take away your images, I will, just let me know...
Remember that innocent kid's game? Well, some people went and printed the mat on to bedsheets. We just had to give it a try! A couple of days ago we posted the rules for a kind of strip-twister. Sean watched as I fell and had to remove my socks, followed by my jeans when I fell again. Here I am in my last three pieces of clothing*. Who would like to see me remove my next piece?
Want to see more HNT pics?
Well, that was a little disappointing, dear readers. We gave you the opportunity to ask us a couple of questions, and we had one response. Well, if you missed the opportunity, you can always ask us in time for next week.
From Alex:
To both of you. If you were a dog, what kind of dog would you be?
Sean: I'm really not up on dog breeds. I know little about them, as Mel is scared of them, so we don't really go near any. However, my grandparents used to have a dog, called Robbie, after the local Bobby (Bobby on the beat, policeman) who gave them the dog for some reason. Cant remember quite why. Anyway, I loved him to pieces. But he wasn't half a stupid dog. I remember once my dad threw him a stick, he ran, jumped, caught it end on in his mouth, and then landed on the ground other end of the stick first.... Ouch! He had to go to the vets for quite a while, and we were no longer allowed to throw him stuff, coz he would break his stitches.
Anyway, I loved that dog, but I have no idea what breed he was. Other than he was black. I like black dogs. Especially black "normal" dogs. I think I would be a Labrador, a black one (kinda goes without saying black again, but oh well, black blacketty black black black. I like black). A lab has about the right build, but I would have longer, more unkempt fur, and less intelligent eyes. And I would be very loving, and always wanting a stroke. Especially on my belly. No, lower. Lower. Yeah thats the spot....
Erm, yes. A lab. My answer is a lab.
Mel: Uh-hum... yes, well Sean's just wondered off, telling himself that he should stop waffling. As he mentioned, I'm not a big fan of dogs. Especially those of the big teeth and loud bark persuasion. If I could be any animal, the last species on the list would be 'dog'. In fact, I'd rather be a wolf. Is that cheating? Do I have to be a domestic breed? I'd like to be a wolf - a white one - running around the moors, stealing chickens and reeking havoc. I don't get much chance to reek havoc any more, so it'd be a chance to get back to my childhood days of causing trouble.
If we're talking about the breed that I most resemble, though, I guess I'd be one of the small ones. Not a Yorkshire terrier, though, I don't like them. I guess I'd be a general mongrel, loyal to her owner. The image of "Dog" from Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's "Good Omens" comes to mind. Yes, that'd be right. Small and loyal on the outside, but hell-hound on the inside. He he he, that'd be fun.
Image found on flickr
We're doing something new this weekend. Sean and I decided it was time for us to let you take the lead. I sit here each night trying to think of things to write, and in the end we just don't know how well it'll go down. That's why this weekend we're giving you the opportunity to ask us a question. It can be anything you like from, "How did you meet?" through to "How do YOU eat yours?". There are a few exceptions, we won't give out our address for example. But those sort of exceptions are hopefully obvious. If we get enough questions, then we'll post our answers here. If we get lots of questions then we'll pick the ones we feel like answering and then answer the rest during the week (or reserve them for next weekend).
Like I've already said, we never know how well a post will go down, so show some support and ask what ever is on your mind. You can leave it as a comment or e-mail me at mels.smblog@googlemail.com if you want to remain anon.
Ask away, dear readers.
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Image from Pimp That Snack
I don't become alert like usual. I lie in bed just as I was, eyes closed, wishing the morning would go away. It feels like I have only been asleep for twenty minutes. Did I even had a dream? If I did I don't remember it. I know it is morning, the room is bright, I can see the light through my eyelids. I move my hand slightly - I often sleep with my arms tucked up under my chin, which is rather uncomfortable.
That's funny. What's the wall doing there? It shouldn't be there, it should be on the other side of me.
I finally open my eyes. And became completely disoriented. I thought I was lying on my front, but now my eyes are open I can see the wall on my left, showing me that I'm on my back. So why... ?
I turn so I am looking straight up, and see Sean smiling down at me, hair falling in tufts around his face. I rub my eyes, and see him in focus. He's not leaning over me, he's on me. That's why it felt like I was lying on my front. I look down his body, to be greeted with the head of his large cock. Thrusting away between my boobs.
I look back up to Sean's face. He's smiling down at me, enjoying my disorientation, no doubt. I smile back. There's not much else I can do.
I look over to my right. Ahhh, the lamp is on, the windows are black, the clock says 1:10. So it's not the morning. I really have been asleep for an only hour.
I lie back and enjoy the view. My mouth, to my surprise, is watering. I want a taste. Sean takes to using his hands. The view changes slightly and now I see his balls. So tight, so ready to come. I wish I had put him in that state. I wish I had done it. Then, I realise that in a way I have. It's me he's wanking over. He's full of lust because I didn't wear a shirt to bed. I have caused him to do this. The knowledge that I've pleased him makes me very happy indeed.
"You might want to close your eyes," Sean advises me, and I'm in no state to protest so I comply, seconds before his hot come spews over my face, landing on my eyelids and leaving a trail over my cheek, down over my neck. I smile. The joy I get out of knowing I've pleased my man is immense.
Moments later, Sean is cleaning me up and turning off the lamp. We whisper to each other for a while; I ask him how long he'd been like that, he tells me that I was a good girl because I didn't complain. I turn over on to my front and lie up close to him. His hands are in my hair, stroking it, whispering things to me as my body shuts back down for some well-earned rest.
"Sleep now, little one," he whispers to me. In that one moment, I become aware of my purpose. I'm here to serve him, to make him happy in every way I can. I'm full of love for him and I want to show it every way I can. His love for me is obvious to me in that one moment. Plain as the light of day. I feel loved and protected and special and fabulous and happy with who I am. I don't want those feelings to go away.
For 2 + Players
Age 18 +
Equipment:
One Twister play mat. For extra difficulty, use the twister bed covers; if you're really feeling masochistic leave the covers on the bed rather than putting them on the floor to play.
One Twister spin dial. For extra laziness, write and execute a program on your laptop that will call out moves for you at increasing timed intervals.
Before Play: Decide the stakes. What will the loser(s) do for the winner(s)? The stakes could be as mundane as who'll do last night's washing up... or as raunchy as who'll take charge in bed. The stakes will depend upon the participants (and the amount of washing up there is to be completed)
Playing:
1. Spin the dial / run the computer program. Each player makes the move suggested by the dial / program at the same time. There should only be four points of contact between the participant and the play mat; namely the two hands and two feet. See the above photo* for clarification of this instruction.
2. Play stops when the first person falls; who is then required to remove an item of clothing.
3. Play resumes from the beginning, including the now possibly semi-naked participant. Play continues until a player has no more clothes to remove.
4. At this point, if there are only two participants, the naked player is considered the loser and now carries out the deeds set out in the stakes (above).
5. For more than two players, play continues until there is only one participant left still wearing an item of clothing. This participant is deemed the winner and s/he can now demand of the other participants that the deeds set out in the stakes (above) be carried out.
Cheating
There is no cheating in this game. Each and every participant may do what they see fit to win. This may include - but is not limited to - kissing, licking, tickling, pinching, pulling, pushing and otherwise distracting the other players. Players may also spread themselves as much as they wish over the mat, and indeed this is usually the way to win.
Now go and have some fun on us!
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"This is interesting, isn't it?" Sean asked me as I lay on the bed, backside prone to whatever punishment he saw fit.
"Is it, Sir?" I asked, not quite realising what he was referring to. Just a few minutes before, he had asked me to try to move around. This proved to be a problem as I was chained to the bed, with my hands tied behind my back. The only position I could move to left me with my feet still standing on the floor, but with my stomach lying against the mattress. This left my bottom bent at a right angle, ready for Sean's attention.
Sean let out an audible chuckle - I couldn't turn to face him - as he moved to stand behind me. A sudden slap stung it's way across my backside. Tears immediately filled my eyes. I felt Sean's weight on my back as he lent over me to talk in my ear, "That was for repeatedly breaking the rules," he told me. He moved away again, and a second slap landed on my other cheek; I imagined that the redness produced on that cheek now matched the redness of the other. He lent back onto me, talking once again in my ear, "That was for asking a question without permission," he told me. My mind wheeled, what question had I asked? I must have done it without even realising. "And I think," he carried on, "I will give you one more, to make you understand that you need to realise when the rules are in full effect." The tears were definitely in my eyes now, I had forgotten how much a slap from a hand can sting. There was no time to give attention to my sore bottom, though, as I was pulled off of the bed, to be left kneeling on my feet.
Sean sat on the edge of the bed in front of me, looking down into my watering eyes. I held his gaze for only a few moments before I felt that I had better look elsewhere; after breaking so many rules tonight, was I worthy enough to look up at him? A few gestures with his hand indicated that he wanted me to go back to work on his cock. I eagerly knelt up to the right height and, hands still tied behind my back, I took his hot tool into my mouth with my tongue. The change in sensation was apparent for Sean, as he let out a deep sigh and lay back on the bed. I was encouraged by his obvious enjoyment, and returned to my job with renewed enthusiasm. I would show him how much I loved him and how much I wished to be his good girl by giving him the best head I have in a long time. I kept the pressure high on his cock by running my tongue up and down the shaft as it entered and left my mouth. I sucked hard, keeping at the pace he seemed to enjoy the most. His breathing became shallower and quicker, interrupted by sudden gasps of delight when I changed my technique ever so slightly. These effects were the ones I was hoping for, trying my hardest to please him.
Suddenly, his hand was at my forehead, pushing me away. What? Wasn't I doing any good? He stood up and came round behind me. Wasn't he enjoying it, like I thought he was? Was I really that bad at judging his pleasure? Then, as he bent me back over the bed, a grin filled my face as I realised just what he wanted now. I had pleasured him so much, he now wanted to enter me and take me with him to orgasm. His thrusts, at first, were slightly painful; but I floated on that pain. He must've been very deep, I ached all the next day. But it was wonderful to be beneath him, servicing him the way he wanted. Very soon, his want to see my face over came him, and he had to stop and undo the chains so he could turn me over. Eventually, with my hands finally free too, I was able to hold Sean close as I climaxed several times. This was nothing compared to the feeling of immense joy that followed when I urged Sean to come. His face all contorted and rather red, letting out grunts and sighs... I knew I had serviced my Master well.
Part One
A couple of nights ago, as I was sitting on the bed waiting for Sean to come to bed too, my mind wandered a little. All of a sudden, I was overcome by the feeling that tonight I wanted to scene. It had been a while, and I realised that what I wanted was the feel of a collar around my neck and the wooden paddle on my bottom. Sure, what we've been up to has been nice; we've both been stressed (he more so than I) and at the end of the day we have either gone to sleep to the sound of my reading of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, or to the after effects of vanilla love-making. It's been... nice. So the other night, when these feelings came up out of the blue, I wasn't very surprised.
I watched Sean as he came into the bedroom, taking off his shirt as he advanced across the carpet. He sat on the bed behind me, and as I started to talk to him he dismissed me as he lent over to the bedside table. Our toys live in the deep bottom draw, and it was my cuffs he was now bringing out onto the bed. I had already changed for bed - clothed solely in a small, tight pink vest. As he snapped the first cuff around my left wrist, I commented, "So you do know how to read my mind!" He smiled and snapped the other cuff around my other wrist. He lent over and brought up my wide leather collar, locking it around my neck. This will be interesting, I thought, I still have my vest on. Won't he want it to be taken off?
"What did you tell me just now?" he asked.
"I said that you do know how to read my mind," I told him.
"I see," he answered. He paused for a while, and then asked me again, "What did you say just now?"
"I just told you, that you do know how to read my mind," I replied.
"Hmmm..." he mused, "And tell me, what are you wearing right now?"
I looked at him, realisation about what he was getting at settling in, "My t-shirt? Would you like me to take it off?"
"Do you want a hint of what I'm getting at?" he asked, putting up five fingers. A finger for each rule I've promised to keep. "Do you want to try again?" he asked.
"I'm wearing my t-shirt, Sir." I replied.
"That's better," he said, "you need to start learning when you need to call me 'Sir', don't you?"
I nodded.
"Hmm," he carried on wondering out loud. I suddenly realised I'd carried on breaking rules by nodding my head - I'm supposed to give audible answers. He didn't seem to notice, though. He seemed to have made up his mind about something as he grabbed the D-ring on my collar and dragged me the room next door, our office. I realised that tonight was the night that we were going to "christen" our office, in keeping in with the idea that we want to christen each room of the new house. In contrast to our last romp out-side the bedroom, this time should be easier as our office contains a single bed in amongst all the computer hardware and paperwork.
At first, Sean directed me to stand with my nose flush to the wall as he made the room ready for us, sometimes moving me so he could access different places. I stood there, nose and forehead against the cold wall, wondering why some people referred to this very act as "highly erotic". Maybe I was thinking too much? Maybe it was erotic when you considered that there was plenty of time to wonder about what will happen next, or if it was a punishment then maybe the time could be spent reliving what ever it was that got you into trouble in the first place. It's perhaps the opposite to gaining satisfaction out of being a "good girl"... who knows?
Eventually I was told to go and kneel at the end of the bed. Sean sat in front of me on the bed, facing me so that his crotch was in my sight. I lent forward to start running my tongue over the head of his cock when he stopped me for a moment. I sat there, wondering if I had done something out of turn, when he lent over me and linked my wrists together by using the D-rings on the cuffs and a carabiner. He made sure the D-ring on my collar was under my chin (thus the padlock by which it locked round my neck was at the back), and then two chains that were somehow attached to opposite sides of the bed frame were clipped onto my collar. Thus I was rendered immobile with my hands locked behind my back. Sean told me to stay, and went out of the room.
I was left for perhaps only three minutes, but in that time I had become rather excited by the thought that I was there just to please him. There wasn't anything else I could possibly do. I have often day-dreamed about being left tied in a room, ready to please the Master when he should choose to grace me with his presence. His visits would be quick and infrequent, and would leave little time for me to be pleasured and would therefore leave me in a highly aroused state. My aroused state would further pleasure my Master, causing him to be satisfied quicker, and therefore leaving earlier, while at the same time increasing my arousal. This loop would continue until he allowed me to release my tension in a humiliating show of wanton lust.
I snapped out of my day-dream as Sean entered the room once again. I immediately felt guilty, I knew beyond all reasonable doubt that my groin would already be slick with my juices, but there wasn't a way for me to wipe it away. As Sean approached I suddenly felt a cold wet pool of water land on my head, Sean had tipped some water from his glass onto me. I heard him chuckle, I knew he loved the hot-cold play that I often refuse to indulge in. He stood next to me and asked me to move. I tried to stand up, but was hindered by the chains linked to my collar. In the end I lay prone on the bed, with my ass hanging over the edge and my feet on the floor. "Now this is interesting," Sean told me, "Isn't it?"
"Is it Sir?" I asked...
Part Two
This is a very small update, to tell you that I'm still around. I feel very guilty for not posting much over the last fortnight. Although I've not been very busy recently, there's been quite a bit going on inside my head. I wont bore you with the details right now, I think I'll save that for Friday (after all, tomorrow is Half-Nekkid Thursday, and I have quite a story to tell you to go with the photo I've chosen).
Our new site
Our new site (the url still only points to a "this site has been claimed" link, so I'm not going to post it yet) is shaping up well. It's currently sat on my PC and looks very pretty. There are a couple of new features and two (possibly three) new areas as well as this blog. Things are going very well, and I've even stepped into the world of PHP coding. That is an experience I didn't think I'd live through, but I have so far; and I can honestly tell you that the thing I am making is looking suh-wheat! I can't wait to show all of you. It'll hopefully be up and fully functional by the end of the month. The site is probably the biggest reason why I haven't updated this blog for a while. I realised today how silly that is, I'm working on the new site, but I'm not keeping the current one updated. That's why proper posting will resume tomorrow.
BlogStormz!
I've offered my help over at BlogStormz!, I'm now one of the admin team. If you haven't heard of the site, then as a reader of at least one adult blog, you'd probably find it useful. It has the same principles behind it as Sugasm, basically the participants - adult bloggers - post links to their recent posts and the links get collected together in a weekly round up. The weekly post is actually updated each day as more and more links are submitted so there is new content each day. There are currently 131 participants (and accepting new participants each week), so there's plenty of material for you to look at. And generally BlogStormz links don't get broken, so even if you look in the BlogStormz archives you can find content there to read. Failing that, there's always the weekly BlogStormz banner to drool over:
From The Secret Brain, here's Art musing over the lull us HNTers feel on Fridays:
I was having a lot of trouble today thinking of something to post about. I find this sometimes happens after an HNT day, although I realize it is still Thursday, as us HNTers know the real work is on Wednesday. I think it has to do with the amount of effort and creativity that we expend in preparing our weekly bits of exhibitionism. The juices flow and then it becomes hard to get them back.
I'm afraid I'm rather the opposite. Take today, for example. It's now 7:40pm on Thurdsay, and I have only just sat down to write the HNT post. And even then it's a 'filler'. Sometimes on a Wednesday I'll remember about the forthcoming HNT and find a pose and post the picture the next day. Often, though, I'll be merrily going about my business and suddenly at six pm I'll think, "Fuck, it's Thursday!", grab the camera and tell Sean to take some photos. Today, I'm even less prepared - we're both busy on seperate projects (more about mine below) - so the photo you see before you* is actually from my computer archives. It's from that very first time I set about taking some photos for HNTs. I decided at the time this one was showing too much flesh... but now as you've seen different bits of me, and more and more flesh, I feel confident that this'll go down well. It also shows my boots - these are the same boots I kept going on about when I started blogging. I had intended my first HNT to show them off, but I've never actually got around to showing them. Until now, that is. I adore these boots; they've got platform heels and are made of leather. Sean had a hard-on when he first saw me in them. And I was fully clothed at the time. They're that fucking gorgeous.
We haven't been around for a while because we've both been busy. I've been working on a new project, which I think you'll end up liking. We're going to be moving the blog to a new place. It'll be our own domain (no, seanandmel.com is already taken!), and we'll be able to do much more than we currently do with our little space at Blogger. I'm currently moving the blog over to Wordpress, it's quite a job when you consider I want to keep the look exactly the same. I think you'll be impressed when it finally goes live. There will be around a week where I'll keep both blogs updated, then this Blogger blog will be left alone. Don't fret, the archives will still be here (so all of the Sugasm and BlogStormz links will still work) so if you link to a post of mine on your blog you won't have to do anything about it. I'm hoping that in the end I'll be hosting a shop there, doing the same sort of thing I mentioned a few weeks ago. It promises to be a lot of fun, and I hope you'll all follow us there when I tell you where 'there' is.
