Samhain Blessings! Happy Halloween!

I was wondering if anyone has plans tonight?
Sexy plans?
Party plans?
Ritual plans?

I've been going through the mental motions all day of closing out one year and preparing for new...preparing lists...making plans...setting goals.

Sir Hotness and I headed out into the woods for a hike that took us past the "Three Sisters" 500 year old oak trees who could touch limbs and looked as if they were holding hands forming a circle...it has always seemed a very sacred grove to me.

I say were because one of the sisters has fallen...I think Hurricane Ike may have been the final straw for the tree who has survived an internal fire and been barely clinging to life for years. The other two sisters have had major cuttings so that their lower branches no longer touch...

So seeing the damage they have sustained both natural and man-induced was saddening, but their is still a calmness there, a quiet strength in their beauty. Age and time changes all of us. I think that is one of the reasons I have been so focused on fulfilling the dream of learning to climb. Of being so insistent that we use this fall and winter to develop my skills, so that we can take our climbing outside next spring and summer. I am feeling the passage of time...

Don't worry, Roxy isn't throwing in the towel but I am doing everything I can to realize my goals and dreams...everything I can to maintain my health and strength...into a very old age.

I read somewhere that although the three faces of the goddess are readily recognized: Maiden, Mother, Crone...there may be many more...and if I spend enough time thinking on it, I have to agree...using the timetable of twenty years...maiden would be to age 20, mother to age 40 and anything post forty? Crone? I'm not that old...and not that I am rebelling against the natural circle of change...but I agree, there are more than three phases in our life...it has been suggested (again, I'll have to look up the reference at a later date...sorry) Nymph, maiden, mother, creator, sage, crone, hag...seven faces of goddess...and spaced at 15 years would span a life of 105 years. I like that...that would put me in creator mode...I'm a writer...that works...it also gives me a heck of a lot of time to work on my hag skills...hehehe.

Happy Halloween
and
Samhain Blessings...

A VOYEUR Excerpt

Loose-Id posted an excerpt for Voyeur...one of my favorite scenes as it turns out. Which I have decided to repost here;)

Excerpt starts here:
She rethought. I have a date. She giggled, remembering the stolen kiss. She’d never thought to see him again, no matter how intrigued she’d been, no matter how wonderful the kiss had been. And Jonas on the bus…oh my…intrigue spiked to a whole new level. She was definitely looking forward to their date. Maybe she would actually have something to share for the next Saturday morning confessional.

With a hopeful smile, she entered the elevator that would take her back upstairs to the club. The elevator doors closed, shutting out the traffic noise.

“Hello.”

Autumn jumped, spinning to face a man standing in the corner that she hadn’t realized was there. Small slurping noises drew her eyes down to where a bleached blonde sat on her knees delivering a blowjob. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, Autumn spun around to face the front of the car.

Be calm, be calm. It’s just a man getting a blowjob.

Oh shit! Be calm! Becalmbecalmbecalm! she chanted, though it didn’t matter that she’d been chanting her mantra all night…this moment was no more conducive to being calm than any of the others, including her baptism by stage show. She was still not sure how she’d missed realizing the woman on stage was a man -- until after he’d raised his skirt and revealed the very naked truth of the matter. Or a woman who wanted to hook up and allow her boy toy to watch. This was just one more very uncalm moment to join the list. She watched the blinking numbers announce each floor. Why was the club all the way at the top?

The slurping grew louder and she considered getting off on the next floor, but her fingers wouldn’t reach out to touch one of the glowing buttons. She thought they’d be as embarrassed as she, but glancing over her shoulder, she decided, not him; he looked entirely too smug. Why hadn’t the woman jumped up to adjust her clothing? If it were her, she knew she would be cringing behind the man with embarrassment. No, what was she thinking? She would never be caught in such a compromising position.

Juliet would. Kim would too. And Delilah had already revealed in too much detail an incident eerily similar a few months earlier on their legendary Saturday morning conference calls…though she had been the one giving the blowjob.

What did that say about her friends? She knew for a fact that they weren’t sluts. She reminded herself to have a serious discussion with herself later as to what specifically did define slut these days, just to clarify; they were just fun loving. And yes, Autumn liked to think of herself as fun loving too; however, she never seemed to luck into the opportunities her friends did and she wasn’t brave.

They would see this as a primo opportune, but that led to the question, what to do with the opportunity? She didn’t have a clue…she was after all…just a watcher. She sighed, nonchalantly looking over her shoulder to check out the man. At first glance, he’d been incredible. And at second glance? Devastating. He looked as if he’d walked out of the pages of a glossy magazine, a model, or someone famous, or someone who should be famous. His shoulder-length black hair fell around his face as he looked down at the woman sucking his cock. With a mere lift of his eyes, mysterious hazel irises surrounded by the thickest set of lashes she’d ever seen on a man, he captivated Autumn.

He winked. She jumped, seeming to wake from a dream that concealed the woman still on her knees between this man’s legs. Yes, he still leaned into the wall of the elevator, casual as could be, even though a woman greedily slurped between his thighs.

Normally, she enjoyed a good voyeuristic moment…but this was pushing it. She’d never watched so openly before, or in such close proximity. Don’t look there!

Autumn forced her eyes to focus above his shoulders, examining closer the strong face with chiseled features and a black goatee that made him deadly as sin. Shadows now hid his eyes but his nose was strong and nicely shaped, if a little crooked, like it had been broken before.

He looked like Rick Springfield. Knowledge dawned slowly. She gaped, knowing without a doubt that she was looking at Master M.

But wasn’t he with Juliet?

Unless…he’d already made her fly and now he was…

“Damn. That was fast.”

He lifted his brow at her comment, then looked down at his dick. “No, not really.”

Autumn ducked her face, snickering. Maybe he’d never had a chance to hook up with Juliet…well, obviously he hadn’t because there hadn’t been enough time…right? Flying would surely take more than a few minutes, and if he hadn’t made Juliet fly, Autumn couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved. Flying seemed…dangerous.

She took another peek at the man’s face and decided he looked dangerous.

He wore a leather vest, his tanned chest bare, exposing a nice line of muscles over his stomach that led to his pelvis like a sharp arrow. Faded blue jeans rode low on his hips, unzipped and opened…

She looked. Shit! She glanced away as quickly as she could but not before noticing the long, thick penis sliding in and out of the woman’s mouth.

“Like what you see?”

The smug bastard! In a flash, she turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of her mind, tired as she was of all men being bastards, when the peculiarity of the moment dawned on her… Shouldn’t he be enjoying the attention of the woman between his thighs? Shouldn’t he be lost in bliss, moaning and whispering encouragement? Shouldn’t he be coming by now? But as his gaze snagged hers, his look smoldered challenge and she got lost in the depths of his teasing hazel eyes and sinfully thick dark lashes.

He isn’t enjoying her performance at all.

“Well?” he demanded.

She looked him over.

She drawled, “You’re easy on the eyes,” turning away with a blush and determined to not keep looking at him. She steeled her eyes on the faded gray elevator doors.

Proud of herself for being so brave, Autumn forced away her blush; this had gone beyond insanity. This was something she could tell her friends about! Finally, her very own great adventure…

She could almost hear the silence of their bated breath, waiting for her to tell all for a change.

Autumn sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, seeing the picture in her mind as they waited…and realizing she had absolutely nothing to tell. Oh yeah, except for the challenge she’d felt emanating from those incredible bedroom eyes. A challenge she’d met with a smart comeback. Great. Awesome story.

“That’s it? I’m easy on the eyes?” His voice was loaded with mock challenge and, strangely, disappointment.

Oh, she thought with despair, what would her friends do? She snorted. Kim or Delilah would offer to do him next and she certainly wouldn’t go there. What would Juliet do? No, no. She imagined an erotic Juliet sandwich and knew she would definitely not go there! But possibly, just possibly, she was capable of a naughty stunt of her own, especially since the likelihood of ever seeing him again was beyond remote. Her eyes flew up to the lighted numbers above the elevator doors, counting up their ascent. Still, seven floors to go. Time. She had time. But to do --

No time to think, Autumn, just do something. Do something!

For the first time in her life, she did what she felt compelled to do and backed up and leaned against the elevator wall, putting her side to side with the man. She didn’t look down at the woman on her knees who -- despite Autumn’s arrival in the elevator -- kept sucking. She forced her eyes to his face. Another step found her brushing against his body. She reached to touch him, grazing her fingers over his jaw. She smoothed her fingers over his face, then wrapped her hand around the base of his neck. He didn’t move, not one inch, though his dark eyes widened and the smirk left his face. She grew bolder, knowing he hadn’t expected this.

She felt his rising chest go still beneath the press of her breasts as she moved even closer. She wanted to believe that she was responsible…that somehow because of her nearness he’d forgotten to breathe…but then his breath left in a hiss.

His eyes closed, briefly, long enough for her to gather enough bravado to press her lips to his wide mouth, but only to plant soft kisses at the corners of his lips. His lips were as soft as rose petals and she longed to sweep out her tongue, just for a little taste, but she didn’t dare. His eyes opened and for a second she was caught in their wonder. Seeking safer haven than their golden-flecked depths, she lowered her eyes to his chest, her hands traveling where her eyes wandered…over his collarbone, down the line between his pecs.

He still hadn’t moved a muscle to touch her, but he was definitely paying attention to her, and his breathing had kicked up a notch. She leaned her head back to look directly into his eyes and saw hunger.

He wants me.

It was enough to spur her further, enticing her mouth to succumb to temptation.

Just a little taste, she promised herself as her lips sealed over his. The result was a long, deep kiss. Her tongue, not satisfied with its promised taste dove deep, then deeper.

The kiss spiraled out of control, because even though he still hadn’t moved to touch her, the power had somehow shifted. She felt a pull from deep within her soul as she was filled with a mind-numbing lust unlike anything she’d experienced before. Clutching his shoulders, her knees weak enough to collapse, she felt the tension building within the man, a screaming need waiting to be vented.

What just happened?

He was close to coming, she could feel it…so close…when a moment before he’d been bored. I did this to him.

The elevator chimed and she froze, knowing the elevator door was going to open. Her mouth pressed to his, tongues mingled, she held her breath. The door opened and after a long pause, closed again. Their ascent continued.

He took control of the kiss, hungrily and greedily demanding more from her mouth. Her knees went weak and her pussy tightened but her mind stayed in control. She pulled her lips away from his and for a long moment held his gaze, feeling the small jerks of his taut abdomen and chest muscles beneath the press of her palm.

She couldn’t help smirking as she leaned into the tender spot behind his right ear. She inhaled deeply, noisily. Lost in his scent and almost forgetting her motive, she sighed.

“You smell incredible too,” she said and she knew her words had pushed him over the edge. He was a goner. The muscles beneath her hand grew rigid and locked in spasm. Autumn held on to him, feeling his fall as his orgasm went on and on, his growl sounding too painful to bear, and his heartbeat drumming out of control beneath her hand.

The elevator chimed, doors opening for a second time.

Autumn managed a wink at the girl still on her knees as she rushed through the barely opened gray doors.

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VOYEUR Release Day! And a SEXY EXCERPT!

Voyeur released at midnight, so I thought it might be fun to have a little excerpt especially since Halloween is also so near and this particular selection is set against the backdrop of a BDSM Halloween Soiree. BUY VOYEUR NOW.

Excerpt starts here:
She’d spent three nervous days anticipating the party and was only slightly irritated that he’d chosen her costume. They matched, though hers was fun wear and his was the real deal. He was wearing black leather from head to toe, every bit the sexy biker. She was wearing fishnets, shiny PVC booty shorts and matching halter, a leather cap, and sexy, four-inch-heeled biker boots. So much exposed skin. She was embarrassed that the curve of her ass cheeks peeked from the edge of the shorts and she’d never shown so much cleavage. But Jonas had announced she was perfect…and she believed him.

As they rode in, Jonas pointed to the spirals of fog rising from the low fields on either side of the drive and it made Autumn think that it was going to be a perfect evening for a Halloween party. She was already so nervous and excited, the potential for eerie drifting fog to intensify the mood made her shiver. She thought it must be her nerves, making the driveway seem never-ending, but just as she thought it, the bike was coasting to a stop and the grand plantation house was rising above them. They parked in the grassy yard to the left of the house that was marked off with small flags to designate parking.

The house was set in the middle of a wide lawn though there were several tall, graceful trees flanking it and a cornfield behind. And then there was the barn…
Autumn tried in vain not to look at the massive, graying structure that was going to host most of the night’s entertainment. Jonas had warned her that once the festivities began, it would be a screaming, writhing free-for-all of sensual decadence. She’d promised to stay close to him. He was there to capture the event on film, she was there to assist him, and they would both get to watch. She shivered in anticipation.

She wondered if it would be different watching when everyone knew you were indeed watching and not doing so sneakily.

Delilah and Kim parked just as they were dismounting.

She was surprised to see that they wore matching plaid miniskirts, white knee socks, and black, high-heeled Mary Janes. Kim wore her long blonde hair in two ponytails and Delilah had scrunched and gelled her hair into spikes.

“Well, aren’t we all just so original?” Autumn asked, rolling her eyes, thinking that if men hadn’t had a hand in their choices, they would have all come as sexy witches. “I hope you feel as ridiculous as I do.”

Jonas laughed and muttered under his breath, “The costumes won’t be on long enough to matter, ladies.”

Autumn gasped, and grabbing a camera case, announced, “I’m his assistant. I’m just here to work.”

She caught Jonas’s smirk and soft chuckle. She knew it was because she’d made such a fuss to attend. What had she been thinking? Thank God, she hadn’t come with a blind date. She sighed with relief that things had worked out the way they had. It was one thing to play naughty games with Jonas and quite another to consider doing anything of the sort with a stranger.

As they walked up to the front porch, Jonas paused to capture the moment. Dusk was deepening, the sun setting behind the low hill behind the two-story, two-hundred year old house, making the four large pillars that supported the covered porch roof seem foreboding. “I never get used to seeing these old places in all their glory.”
“Spooky,” Autumn commented and looked over her shoulder to find Kim and Delilah trailing behind. They seemed as enchanted by the house as Jonas.

“Just wait,” Jonas promised. “The ambience is only part of what makes tonight special.”

She shivered, catching a glimpse of a white body hovering just inside the front door. It could have been a spectral image but as they moved closer she saw that it was a very naked woman, her body painted to resemble a very dead woman. Her lips were painted lavender and painted to appear sewn closed. At least that was what she first thought, but as she drew closer she saw that the dark lines meant to resemble thread were actually thick suture threads.

“Oh!” She passed the wraith by…quickly…thinking as she passed by, what a great illusion. She shivered and reminded herself that there were no real monsters in the manse. It’s just a party.

Four more women identical to the first were standing just inside the foyer and Autumn stared at their mouths. They really are sewn shut. She wanted to reach out and touch their lips but they pointed the guests through the house to a dark parlor lined with red velvet couches and she didn’t stop walking.

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On Vacation This Week

I've given my brain permission to be on vaca all week. I refuse to write, think about plots, character development, arcs, revisions or edits.

Why? It sounded like insanity to me as well when Sir Hotness first proposed the idea...but he is home. HOME. Yay. And I demanded no work for him, as in, I am OUT OF THE OFFICE BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE...

So it seems fair that if he is on vaca that I be on vaca at the same time. Right? I may go insane but I will endeavor to obey the rules...

I did stipulate that I must blog. I must. I MUST!
So blogging is it. Quick blogs. Hopefully I will remain entertaining...

Yesterday we scoped out John Bryan State Park...they have 35 foot high rock...totally boring and unacceptable by Sir Hotness standards, but after batting my eyes and convincing him that we must start small he agreed that since it will be a first climb for me that small is probably good...

35 feet.
sigh.
He promises that I will get over my fear of heights...

So, you are probably wondering how long I am going to bore you with this trivial information from my life...where's the sex???? I'll get to it...

It's just rock is all I have on my mind right now. I am totally obsessed...
And I am told that it is possible to have sex, fully harnessed on the side of a cliff...something to look forward to.

You know, my major thought as we hiked three miles today to get to where the bolts were anchored into the ridge were..."What if I get half-way up and have to pee?" I mean this seems like a fairly major problem...

Another problem for me...today and tomorrow we were supposed to be camping...but that was before the weather report announced thirty degrees...Beautiful Girl suggested setting up the tent in the middle of the living room next to the fireplace so that we could still feel like we were on vacation...

I thought it was a marvelous idea...
She is my daughter;)

Sir Hotness was not convinced...so we're going to wait for a warmer dayto actually camp out...maybe Thursday. in the meantime we are checking out Urban Krag in Dayton, maybe do some climbing lessons in a gym setting before he drags me out to a real cliff. He really wants to climb Red River Gorge next summer because that is where he learned to climb with Tom Fyffe (who with "crew" bolted and first ascended a route named Fuzzy Under Cling (named after the bat who was hidden in a hole) ) S.H. claims Tom took him under his wing and taught him to climb ... and he actually got to hang out with Porter Jarrad and drink a few beers with him and his dog Poochie...so the place has good memories for him.

About this pic...it was one of the original taken of Fuzzy Undercling and tacken from an old "Rock and Ice" cover...and Sir Hotness assures me that guys really did climb barefoot on occasion and butt-ass naked for a really good time...No, you will not catch me climbing naked...I value my skin too much and we are talking about rocky cliffs.

Red River Gorge has cliffs about 85-90 ft and is famous for KY's Natural Bridge (which I actually took the tourist trail up to a few years ago...and holy shit that's high up!)

So I'm shaking with fear but soooo excited.
And adrenaline rushes make for great sex so...I'm game.

Maybe tomorrow I can share a sexy excerpt...
But no promises for Wednesday...I'll probably be talking about climbing again because I am TOTALLY OBSESSED!

Hiking Today

The kitten in the pumpkin looks so much like our "Kitty", I had to share.

Today I am hiking with the hubby...got to get back in shape because I think I've finally pestered him enough that he is seriously taking my request to have him teach me to rock climb seriously! I am so psyched that tonight I actually did yoga for the first time in months... As I count down the days to the end of this year, my new years resolution includes:
Losing 30 pounds
Meditating twice a day
Yoga every day
Allowing myself time to play...
Writing...more.

Here's a video of where we are hiking...

Have a great rest of your weekend all!

Sir Hotness is Home!!

I'm not dreaming...he's home...and he'll be home for an entire week.
How do I know that I'm not dreaming?
The house smells like bacon...and coffee...neither of which happens if it is me, home alone. Trust me...I'm not complaining.

Eggs, bacon, pancakes...I'm in heaven. I wish their was a scent feature on blogger so that you could smell what I am smelling right now...mmmmmmm.
And tonight...he's making his famous lasagna. I married this man, in part, because of his lasagna making skills.

I may have lost seventeen pounds since August...but in the next seven days...I'll probably gain it all back if our first morning together is any indication;)

I also had hot tea waiting for me when I opened my eyes. I'm telling you, this man is a keeper. I'm so glad he's mine.

Posting at Femme's Guide Today

I posted last night at the Femme's Guide to Absolutely Everything about how I see myself...Femme, Bisexual...and that those "labels" I have come to own are but a small part of who I am...and how those labels are constrictive...

DominaDoll commented, "Labels like boxes can be confining. As humans we are continually growing and changing. Human sexuality and gender is so complex that it can be a hindrance to be stuck on self-defining labels and not allow for all the nuances/dichotomies of who we are. I also believe you are right that it is others who want to put labels on us and define us, pin us down, so-to-speak."

Exactly what I was trying to say...

Stop by and read the post and please add your two cents! I love to hear what other people are thinking and feeling!

Pornstar Revisions...

I may have mentioned that I am revising Pornstar but I didn't realize how much that would mean to me...because Pornstar started out as a F/F romance...and then on the advice of an editor who I am no longer working with to get the ms into a certain publisher's guidelines (even though they advertise LGBT but really don't mean L just GBT and F/F can only happen as part of a menage but preferably all menages should be MMF...call me frustrated?)

Anyway, to make the long story short, I added a MF romance to make the FF acceptable... that didn't happen ...because bottom line, I couldn't live with myself and the publisher wasn't willing to accept any FF if the M wasn't involved (Can he watch? Ewww...)... so I sent queries off to another editor who I absolutely adore and the revisions she asked for weren't unreasonable (and as usual were right on target)

The problem lies in when I first tore into it...expecting an easy fix...but then I started seeing all the places I'd changed the story, softened the story to try to make it "acceptable" for publisher one...

Sigh...this was not going to be a quick fix...because I want to tell the story that needs to be told.

I jumped ship on Pornstar and started edits on Voyeur...
Now that edits are complete on Voyeur and I am sitting waiting it's release (Oct 28) I am again ready to face Pornstar...and I'm taking my time...letting it percolate as I chop all the subtle sentences that were meant to "soften" the work and make it romance reader friendly...

And I think with the rewrite it is still going to be romantic...I think it is going to be hellatiously romantic...but it is also going to be FF hot... I'm not backing down on what this story needs to say and be. This is a grown-up story with grown-up angst and grown-up need. This story is going to be a little messy and I can't wait to get into the real meat of it.

Pornstar excites me.
Publisher number one wouldn't be able to handle the "real" girl on girl sexiness of Pornstar...
I hope publisher number two can.

And if not, I've got my big girl panties on and I'm going to find a publisher willing to take a chance on a real FF romance because this story deserves to be written...and read.

Emotion, Exhaustion, Life Drama...

I'm writing...actually revising PORNSTAR for an editor in the hopes the publishing house she edits for will accept it...even though it's a FF lovestory. I've been sitting on it...I needed to infuse it with a heavy dose of angst...

And for that I needed to get emotional...
read (miserable)...

I'm emotional, exhausted, and my life has more drama at the moment than a B-class soap opera...oh, yeah, and I'm horny (and alone)...but it all adds up to I'm writing again (huge ripping words revision...cut 6k this afternoon) OUCH. I'm so excited that the keys are clicking that I may stay up all night writing...even though I'm bleary eyed and running on caffeine, 4 hours sleep, adrenaline and beer...

I'm happy.
I love being a writer...

And She's Back...

Whether she is or isn't...I love it when she say's "You say you're crazy...I got your crazy." She's back and sexier than ever singing Womanizer.

Full Moon Tonight...

I'll be doing some ritual stuff tonight but wanted to take the time to say Blessed Full Moon!

Happiness is...Diana Gabaldon

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy...
Diana Gabaldon is hard at work writing the latest installment of her Claire/Jaime series: An Echo In The Bone. She hopes to have it finished by December 30. Can I just say I'm excited and thrilled...elated even...as in this is the best fucking news I've had in ages...

I love Diana Gabaldon. She is a true story teller.
She is the reason Sacred Secrets went from single book to series in a blink of an eye. She taught me that characters do not have to end their story at the last page of a book. They can continue their lives in saga fashion...

She also taught me that if a book is good enough it can span more than 100K words...a lot more.
I love that most.
Wow...

I am officially ending my night elated.

Saturday Eye Candy

Femmes Guide Post Today

Dear Readers,

I'm posting at The Femme'sGuide To Absolutely Everything today...

And as usual, I'm baring my soul...so if you'd rather not know...don't go there.

Hugs
Roxy

Some Days I Wish I Lived in NYC...

Really, I do...
Not that I want to give up my 2K+ living space, or the peace and quiet, or the wide open spaces where I can sit and see acres of nothing but fields and trees and wildlife, or the coyotes that sing me to sleep, or the geese that wake me up flying overhead...

But some days...
I really want to be there...for the art...the creativity...the energy...and obscure little documentaries that seem to open there and never, ever make it here to the middle of nowhere...

A movie is coming...a documentary...
I love documentaries...

The movie is about how Harry Potter has spawned a new life for certain fans, a way to express themselves in ways they may have never expressed themselves before...
I love Harry Potter, I love the fact that fans can see the written world as clearly and as real-ly as the author (and sometimes moreso), I love the way creativity in all it's many forms is expressed...

So really, is there any reason not to see We Are Wizards?


Enjoy your day, friends...
I'm not writing today...not for a few days...so I'm going "out". Trust me, going out is huge...I like to stay "In"...sometimes, a trip to the coffee shop is in order to hang with friends, but to literally go out? Not my fav thing...

I think Indian Food is in order...
And then some thrift stores...
I might even brave the mall...
And a movie...I think a movie s definitely in order...and since I am totally wanting to see Igor, I may have to collect the grandbabies for an outting...

Flash Fiction Contest! What's Happening?

Liz asked, "What's inside the lens of the camera...I see handcuffs and shadows..."
And in answer...



I absolutely love that the girl in the lens is kneeling with handcuffs waiting for her. I can see the scene in my head where the Dom tossed them to her and commanded, "Put them on."

Just gives me shivers...
Sigh.

For fun...if anyone is interested Flash Fiction of 100 words: Poem or scene based on this photo:) Post your stories in the comment section so we can all enjoy them...

Have fun!

Winner of best will receive a free copy of Voyeur as soon as it is available!!

Hugs
Roxy

Voyeur Excerpt

With a jarring lurch the bus pulled away from the curb and she closed her eyes, listening to the hum of tires on asphalt. Slowly, the stress of the day with had accumulated as tight, painful tension knotting her neck and shoulders began to melt away…

“Mm-mm-mm, oh baby,” the girl seated her behind her giggled. “Stop. We’re going to get thrown off the bus.”

Her eyes flew open, but she didn’t dare turn around to look at them; instead, she started listening, wide-eyed, dying to look. She could barely hear their voices but then suddenly he whispered back loud enough for her to hear, “Not if you’ll be quiet.” Muffled whispers came near enough to almost hear and she strained to do just that but the girl’s too soft voice kept her in a state of frustration.

She listened harder, shutting her eyes and receiving the reward of their whispers.

“Come on, Nicole. Bratty isn’t going to cut it today. This was your idea anyway.”

"I’ve changed my mind.” She panted.

“No you haven’t. You’re just scared.” He comforted, then urged, “Pull your panties off!”

“No, baby, I did! I want to safe word out!”

“And that’s exactly why you made me promise that we wouldn’t use a safe word for this trip.” He whispered softly. A soft rustle, murmurs of gentle encouragement, and kissing sounds, followed his smooth cajolement. A.J. imagined him kissing the girl’s forehead, her eyelids, her lips, but no tongue, just a soft, comforting, you-can-trust-me kiss. Definitely no tongue. Then his voice, though still a whisper, changed to a rough command as he demanded, “Now do what I tell you to do, slut! Get those panties off!”

A.J.’s eyes flew back open. Uh-uh, no way, not on my watch, Sucker. She started to stand up, ready to throw Mr. Sleaze-ball off the bus and rescue the cute little blonde behind her when she heard the girl giggle again. “Oh baby, you know I can’t say no when you talk to me like that. Call me a slut again!”

“I’m not calling you anything, you nasty little whore, not until you obey me!”

The girl laughed harder, making A.J.’s jaw drop open at the turn of events. Turning her head, she caught sight of a twenty-something scrunched into the seat to her left. He motioned with his pointer finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet and pointed to a small video recorder that was trained on the action behind them. He wasn’t hiding the fact that he was watching…no, actually filming the couple behind her and did so absolutely openly.

Pressing a finger to his lips he signaled for her to be quiet, then mouthed, “I’m part of the scene! Don’t screw this up for them!”

Caught listening, she tried to make herself smaller. A.J. slumped lower in her seat, her face scrunched so painfully into an oh-shit-now-what expression that she was actually aware of it. She really tried to not listen, but that was impossible. The two people behind her were having sex…and yes, they were quiet about it—but she could still hear them! Her eyes darted to the man beside her, his camera focused on the couple, but his eyes trained on her.

My Cover Art Is Here!

Yay! My cover art for Voyeur is here! I'm so excited:)
The cover artist is Croco Designs.

I don't have a release date from Loose-Id...but soon. Very, very soon. Come back tomorrow for a hot, steamy excerpt!

Here's the unofficial blurb:
Cynical-before-her-time corporate attorney A.J. Blessings has condemned herself to a life of watching instead of living. When she attends a steamy costume ball, she is kissed by a masked musician, Jonas, and sets off a series of events that will change her life forever.

Taking the bus home from work, she witnesses a couple having sex…and a third filming the exchange. She is intrigued, she is aroused. She is shocked to discover the videographer is her masked kisser and quite suddenly she has perfect companion for a sordid All Hallows BDSM Bash.

Joined by a mysterious friend, Michael, they set off on a journey that leads them across the countryside on a peeping-tom romp through hay-stacked barns, farmer's daughter's boudoirs and the kind of naughty games that can only be played in the countryside. It will take the efforts of both men to help her evolve from shy voyeur to daring exhibitionist.

But the greater journey lies in the secrets the men are keeping from her. Their play is dark and dangerous, and for one sadism isn’t a game at all…it’s an illness.

You Are Invited...To A Giggle Party

I was pleased and excited to get invited to a party...any kind of party...for the fact that my evenings have been spent solo while Sir Hotness has been out of town. The invitation read:

In an Age-Old Tradition

You are cordially invited to

The Gigglefest

A social Occasion for Special Ladies

to share Sinful Secrets and Decadent Desserts

By Invitation Only

No Men Allowed (Except Cabana Boyz)

Bring a decadent snack to share and singles($)for games

I'm not sure what I expected but I went prepared with a dozen shrimp and a bottle of Riesling. The forty plus women between the ages of 19 and 66 were as clueless as I since none of us had been to a Gigglefest before...

Of course, with alcohol flowing...decadent snacks...cute cabana boyz in little clothing catering to our every need...there was a lot of giggling going on...

You haven't lived until you've been fed snacks by cute boys (mmm) and waited on hand and foot and massaged...

And then Security showed up and asked us to "tone it down because management had had a complaint"... but then ... the music started and the Security Guard's uniform started coming off :-)

And then the handcuffs came out...

Mmmm...I think every Thursday night should be a Gigglefest...
The only downfall was that it was a Thursday night...and no sleeping in after so much alcohol...
Oy vey...There are parts of the night vaguely blurry...

I do remember a very cute girl in my lap for part of the evening who bestowed very sweet kisses...and a very exotic dirty dance with the lovely woman who asked me to have her baby a few years ago...and of course the stripper...who was VeRRRRRRa NiCe!

I may have to host a Gigglefest of my own this winter to warm up a cold Ohio evening...but I think I'll have it on a Saturday...just so I can sleep in on Sunday LOL

The Faithful...

On Susan's suggestion, I am looking for The Faithful by Carla Dickens. I was intrigued when I found out that it is a novel set against the backdrop of the Democratic primary campaign inside the Obama camp (with fictional staffers;)

Here's the excerpt that was also highlighted on Susan's Blog, Sexy Prime:

A tiny excerpt, in the voice of Thomas, the amusing gay narrator, who is here eavesdropping on the action behind closed campaign office doors:

Behind one door, I heard Caroline’s throaty gurgle and the muffled sounds of Reggie, face surely in her pussy. (Who says black men don’t go down?) Pink tongue on pink flesh.

Their rule is: No intercourse in public places. And behind another door, Chloe’s louder moans, Evan’s heavy groans that made me imagine I could feel his balls slapping against my ass - and the sound of the desk thumping rhythmically beneath the force of their banging. I guessed Chloe was bent over the desk with Evan entering from behind.

My dick grew hard at the thought of his member, thick and hard, pulling out, thrusting in, glistening, gleaming like polished marble.

“Yes!” Chloe screamed.

So, now the search is on...Amazon seems fastest and easiest with small children in the house...

Hmmm...

If you read it before I get my copy, let me know what you think...

Of course I will definitely let you know what I think:)

Happy LGBT History Month!

There's a common link in all of my books to date: LGBT...and really, not G as in cowboys or vampires, but G as in believable men in love with each other. The same would go for the L (this isn't a man's fantasy clinch)...the B? I write like everyone is B...I can't help it. I write what I know. And the T? If you haven't met Jackie the MtoF diva goddess extraordinaire from the Chronicles of Surrender series...you should meet her. Soon. I love Jackie more than any of my other characters...shh...please, don't tell the others!

It seems a natural thing to look backward this month...

It's October.

I know that doesn't mean a thing to some, but for me it is the last month of the year, a time of reflection and planning, looking backward and forward...the perfect month to also celebrate LGBT History...

So today I posted at the Femmes Guide to Absolutely Everything...a slight rant, a small look backward, a small look forward, and gratitude...

Cleaning, Babysitting...and Writing???

I woke up again this am at six...
It's still dark at six.
There is no reason to be awake so early...none...growl...and No! I am not a morning person, thank you...

So, I've been awake...not writing...thinking about writing though...and my ideas aren't going where I want them to go...THIS AIN"T NO HARLEQUIN,RIGHT?...so why is it sounding...eh, like a Harlequin? I mean, seriously...

I think I need a serious flogging...
note I said serious, not mamby pamby...
Sigh...

Sir Hotness being on the road is killing me...I should be writing up a storm...I have time, energy...I just don't have the emotion and withought that...HARLEQUIN...

I just got home from buying cleaning supplies...everything...ammonia, bleach, floor clean, tub and tile cleaner, stainless steel polish, windex...we probably have half of it already here...
Who knows? I don't know...
I must really miss SH...usually he cleans...
I am seriously considering cleaning...

Today and Tomorrow, I have grandbabies...hopefully we can do some cool crafts...I'm all about babies creating out of cardboard and glue...paint and feathers...shiny things...
Yay...should be a fun couple of days.

If I was super brave, we might attempt cookies...
I don't know that I'm that brave.
We'll see.

Hoping my brain will crank out a fab idea while I'm cleaning and babysitting because I need a fab idea...edgy, intelligent...something to counteract my lame-i-tis...

Some edge play might snap me out of it...
SH isn't huge on edge play even when he is home...he's too smart...he knows all of the physiological damage potential...so "choking out" never really means without air...
I'm okay with that...he loves me...he values my life and respects how fragile life can be...

I've never been loved that much...

**As an update on the stress in my life that led to the nervous tic...
Beautiful Girl saw a Sports Medicine MD with the intention of getting a release to play...and thankfully he said, "No way." Which is a huge relief to me because she is still symptomatic ...headaches, nausea, slow reaction times to conversation and physical response...so I really didn't want her on the field...
Her official diagnosis is Traumatic Brain Injury...I'm not sure if that is a grade up or down from Post Concussive Syndrome but as long as it keeps her off the field.
She was disappointed (actually mad) until the doctor told her that one more serious bump to her head and someone (me) is going to be sending flowers to her funeral...
He got her attention...for now.

Sir Hotness is in Houston this week, Connecticut the week after that...
Then home for three days...Yay...and then I have no idea where he goes...I just know he does.
Looking forward to vaca week at end of October...