Thank you to Scarlet Secrets

Although I never did receive any further emails from Blogspot.com, or any indication that my diary had been stopped, I have decided to accept an offer from Scarlet Secrets to move this diary onto their server.

I have had several offers over the past month from various “Adult” sites about transferring my diary. But most of them would have required readers having to log-in, or having to have lots of rather untasteful flashing adverts and banners scrolling around the page. I had almost decided that it really wasn’t worth the trouble, or the risk of being associated with those sorts of pages, and that I would gracefully retire from the internet.

However, I have been really flattered to receive loads and loads of messages from people asking me to keep sending posts, just as email messages. I had thought this might be possible at first, but soon realised that copying and pasting a diary entry into 200 separate email messages, just wasn’t practical. So when I received an offer from the people at Scarlet Secrets that would allow me just to sit my diary on their server, and that there would be no adverts and no log-ins, I gratefully agreed.

Because we’ve just transferred the previous Blogspot.com template over onto the Scarlet Secrets site there are hardly any noticeable changes apart from the address at the very top of the page. I have told the people at Scarlet Secrets that I think it is only fair that I put some sort of link to their site on my page . . . I know they have only just started and don’t really know fully what sort of direction their site will take, only that it is to be run by women and feature things that women have active interests in. But I do feel happy that they have allowed me to post here, free from the sort of restrictions that may have been placed on me by Blogspot.com.

So, I do urge you to take a look at their site and contribute or comment . . .

Since Christmas my “extra” social life has been very quiet. I had one rather brief and uninteresting meeting with M early in January and have only spoken with S on the telephone.

In fact the most exciting evening I’ve had since Christmas has been with J, after S was given four tickets for a local North London derby football match and invited J and my son to join him and his own son. Whilst they were out at the match, I found myself thinking about them sitting alongside one another and perhaps mentioning me in conversation. I was disappointed when J got home and he said that they’d not mentioned me at all. J said “we had the boys with us the whole time, and what sort of things did you expect me to say to him anyway?” (He did admit to thinking several times about my last meeting with S the Saturday before Christmas). But, nevertheless I was still feeling very, very horny and couldn’t wait to get the children to bed. Even if they hadn’t been talking about me, just knowing they’d been next to each other had got me feeling really aroused. J had to hold his hand over my mouth to stifle my groans as we “cuddled together” in bed.

Thank you again for all your email messages . . . and thank you again to the people at Scarlet Secrets.

Best wishes - Edith
www.scarletsecrets.co.uk