Thanksgiving Erotica, A Feast for the Senses

Dear Sillies,

I'm grateful for you. It's been quite a journey since I started blogging in 2011. Oh, I'm not going away. You're stuck with me. I've needed to scale down, though, and I apologize for that. 

I initially gained popularity via my posts about the disastrous dating endeavor. My own, that is. But I've none of that to share these past few years. Haven't dated since my heart was drop-kicked into the nearest trash receptacle* over a year ago. *It's a good thing these hearts of ours are so sturdy. Right? They take a beating and keep on beating. Ah, it's been mostly quite wondrously tranquil since then. 

Anyway, I'm saying...What am I saying? Thank you for being here and seeing me through over 1 million page views, 13 years, five books (my last two memoirs, award winning - double YIPPEE!!), 670 bloggy followers, and the assorted shades of life we've shared. Chocolate tossed in whenever possible. And necessary. Note: It's always necessary.   

Now, on with the show. May you experience much gratitude this season. Enjoy Thanksgiving Erotica. 

I love you, my Sillies.   

Pictured on the left: Robyn after the meal (top photo), Robyn before the meal (bottom photo).