On The Third and Fourth Days of Christmas...

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me four ass smacks, three butt plugs, two nipple clamps, and a talking head vibrator.

Yeah, I know, I non-chalantly slid the four butt plugs in there without too much ado...peer pressure...I say screw it...get over it...it's just sex toys.

Also, there's a wee excerpt for you today from Sacred Revelations:

I lay the paddle down on the table, noting that she relaxes fully only once the paddle is no longer in my hand. I watch her watching me, seeing her lick her lips when my hand falls over a long handled vibrator. Lifting it, I switch it on, so that she hears the faint buzz. She fidgets as I walk toward her and I know by the reaction how needy she is, so close to orgasm, so far from it as well.
I run the vibrating head over her calf, teasing the back of her ankle before drawing it up her calf, nudging the inside of her knee to spread her legs wider before sliding up the inside of her thigh, keeping it away from her pussy, knowing how badly she wants me to touch her there. I take the vibrator down the inside of her other thigh. She hisses, not daring to beg. I rub the vibrator over the backs of her thighs and along the curved edge of her ass. Switching the vibrator to my left hand, I rub the vibrator inside the creases of her knees, it is a sweet spot for her. Tickling. She dances on her toes. I ease my right middle finger along the slick edge of her labia.
“You are so wet for me. You like this don’t you sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she moans, lifting her hips.
I press my finger into her, feeling her vaginal lips grip around me. I end the torture, drawing the vibrator up to her clit, tapping then holding it over her most sensitive spot, making her scream as she rides out her orgasm, waiting until she sags against the rail before I pull the vibrator away. Turning it off, I lay it on the table and reach for my next implement of pleasure, a special gift I bought for her and have yet to find the right moment to give to her. It is an extravagance, a solid metal butt plug, the handle shaped like a birds head, the beak holding a diamond setting. I hold it down for her to see, “I bought this for you.”
I tilt my head down to see her better, seeing her eyes glow. “Before you ask, yes, it’s a real diamond.” I smile at her. “Always play with men of means, if you can, it’s so much more fun than getting shagged by a man who shoves a ninety-nine cent fingernail polish bottle up you butt and calls it plugged.”
She giggles and the sound is music to my ears. “It sounds like you may have some experience in that department as well, Lord Fyre?”
I wink, “None I’m willing to admit to.” I stay kneeling, letting her see me play with the smooth edges of the plug, it will be the largest I’ve ever used on her. It will be a heavy mass inside her, stretching and filling her, but the best surprise will be the weight.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
“Yes, beautiful women deserve beautiful, expensive toys.”
Standing, I rub her ass, stroking over the dark purple circles very softly, fanning out my fingers to caress every bit of her bright pink skin. I smack her lightly with my bare hand, smacking as I slide the plug through her vaginal wetness, slicking it, then pushing quick and hard to insert the butt-plug into her anus. It is large and she grunts, but lifts her ass to take it. God, she pleases me.
“Wiggle your ass, sweetheart.” I want to see the diamond sparkle in the candle light.
She wiggles and it is a glorious sight.
“Are you ready for me to hurt you some more?”
“Yes, Lord Fyre.”
“You want me to hurt you while you hold your new pricey toy inside of you?”
“Yes,” she sobs, closing her eyes, feeling the weight inside her.
“Squeeze it with your muscles.”
The metal plug bobs and I know she does what she is told. “Keep squeezing it until you can’t squeeze any longer. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”

Dimensions of Roxy

Yesterday, I didn't blog, partly because yes, it was a hetic day...half day work, movie with Beautiful Girl, fight with mall traffic, Holiday Light display visit, yummy pizza downtown with friends, couple of beers...home by midnight. Normally, I would have blogged at midnight.

My heart just wasn't in it.
Maybe it's the holidays...bah humbug.
Maybe it was well intentioned friends striking a nerve.

I am what I am...a saying becoming so cliched on the internet, especially Myspace and similar sites, that a reading further only proves that the writer is so dishearted by those others in their lives who cannot accept who they are...that they are to the point of making no apologies. I have a similar saying n my personal page, a quote by Dr. Suess, ""Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."

That pretty much sums it up.
So, a little criticism of my Flog Blog shouldn't matter, right? And it's not my reader's who did the criticizing...it was friends in my life who have never read my book... or so they say. So, why are they dropping by? Is it because it's cool to have a friend who is an erotica writer, someone who in their mind is living on the edge a bit, as long as they can safely send those they would be sending to my page to prove they do indeed know me. But then it got a little too risque and they had to point out that I'm a little out of control. It seems sex toys are a bit in the, "don't shove it down our throats catagory, because my (mother, aunt, kid) might come to your site and they just couldn't deal with it. On the same note, they love the sentimental stories about my kids, boyfriend moments are okay if they aren't too graffic...and don't mention that lasagna is orgasmic, because food can't really be orgasmic (hmm, eyes rolled back in head, moaning, good enough to be a little fuzzy brained and light-headed over brings to mind the adjective orgasmic, maybe I'm wrong but in my mind, and mouth, my tastebuds definitely orgasmed) ex-boyfriend, husbands, lovers might be okay...but the whole "save the planet" stuff...does anyone really want to be reminded?

So, I guess that's the question, for those of you who wish to comment, what do you like best about the blog and what could you do without?

And without further ado, What I'm Thinking About Today...
I met some friends at the Bistro on Friday for some local live music...a good time until the frends I had joined started having a verbal judo pissing match regarding who had spent more on the holidays...I'm just not into it. I was into the friend who admitted that part of their extended family shopping presents were actually donations to organizations in their name...ex...Breast Cancer Awareness, Save a wolf, feed a starving child...

I am so PROUD of you D! Even though you got some flack mid-conversation...you are awesome.

Which brings to me what musician Jean Michal Jarre is doing this weekend in Morraco to bring attention to the Global Water Crisis, and yes, I'm going to give you a few water facts that you maybe did, or didn't really want to know:
On our planet a child dies every seventeen seconds as a result of dirty water.
The US is a major contributor to the water crisis, consuming the most bottled water of any other country and thus depleting the natural resource in other parts of the world.

And totally unrelated but equally important, the Twelve Days of Christams continues with days Three and Four...

On The Second Day of Christmas...

"On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two nipple clamps, and a talking head vibrater."

On The First Day Of Christmas...

Yes, Roxy is going for the melodramatic...it's been one of those kind of days...
As in, how much I really don't like the holidays anyway kind of days...

I actually used to like the holidays...the tradition stuff, like...

burning cookies and icing them with the kids so you were so appalled by the ooey gooey mess covering them you didn't notice that they were hard as a rock and singed badly tradition.

midnight mass with the inlaws because...it was tradition

new dresses for the darling girls so that when we lined the pew together we were matchy-matchy tradition

spend enough money on the holidays that it takes an entire year to pay off the credit card tradition

then, I became really, really jaded...
gave up on the entire ho,ho,ho happy holiday scene and gave up along with it all the beloved traditions.

there will be no burned gooey cookies, no mass, no matchy, matchy...

however, there will be a new tradition
Roxy's countdown to Christmas, because like it or not, I am still a sucker for a good Christmas Carol...

So here we go,
"On the first day of Christmas my true love (better give to me or I'll effing give one to myself) Talking Head Vibrator."

yeah, I know, you can hardly wait to find out what happens on day two;)

seriously, check out the sex toy review on this thing...

From Toys for Tarts: Talking Head Vibrator
My Little Secret LLC's "Talking Head Vibrator" is a rabbit style vibrator with a voice-recorder chip in its base. Instead of just a steady buzzing drone, users can record their voice (or someone else's voice) to enhance their experience with audio
(no kidding, celebrity fantasy voices are included...check it out...and in true holiday tradition...it's on SALE!)

For the gal with a long distance Dom and a new penchant for phone sex...I'm seeing real potential...

You know I love you, Sir

Additional Santa Gift Ideas

after reading amazing testamonials I decided to check out the Vaginal Sucker myself...and no the model isn't me...go here to see on the shelf
The ad promises,"Much like a blood flow rush to the penis helps keep stimulation for the male this Vagina Pump helps the woman do the same thing, but bringing an increased flow of blood to her clitoris thereby increasing sensitivity and stimulations. The outer cup is placed directly over the vagina and pumping begins. While pumping you can watch your labia grow as the blood flows inside and you'll feel arousal. Once done you can enjoy a nice full labia and heighten sexual sensations."

If you decide to add this to your Santa List...do shave in advance of play...

so if I sent Santa a list of what I might want him to bring me...
do you think the elves are up to grown-up toys?
I never thought so, until a friend shared this with me.


Now, I think Santa is my kind of jolly...

Roxy's Naughty Girl List:
Suede Flogger
Massage Oil...prefer sesame but almond will do
Nipple Clamps...various intensities
Restraints
Wooden Paddle

And as an afterthought, a nice tall pole...just so I don't become as desperate as the lovely girl in the video:

Writing Today

Hello all...today I'm devoting extra time to the edits required to get Sacred Revelations to LSB...but I did't want anyone to feel left out...

Here's a wee wicked tease from Sacred Revelations, just cause I'm being ornery...

Joining him, I kept my eyes lowered, stepping back just a little when I saw his hand reach for me. Reflex. Not ducking, not exactly, but defensive. The reaction was met by a heavy sigh, “Who hurt you? Who made you lose your trust?” He shook his head, “Not Garrett.”
Then his hand was near my face, not touching, reaching for me in what seemed like slow motion, trying not to spook me, as one trained might approach a new horse, or an unknown dog, but maybe my mind was just having a hard time accepting that he was going to touch me. His fingers were light on my jaw, lifting my face with an easy pressure, forcing my gaze up to his. I directed my gaze away.
“Look at me.” His voice smooth and easy, but not like warm brandy, more like summer thunder, soft, rolling, non-threatening. Our gazes collided when I finally brought myself to lift my eyes to his and the force of will, coming from his, was a scary thing that I quickly looked away from a second time.
“Keep your eyes on mine.”
Swallowing, I looked and forced myself to keep looking long after my bravado faded. A slow trembling started in my shoulders, uncontrollable. I feared him for no other reason than once he’d kissed me and once he’d entranced me. Both times, in my mind, I thought of him as Lucifer, the great deceiver; but standing before me, I forced myself to remember that he was a man, just a man. His scent came to me on the breeze, exotic, unknown, like incense, frankincense, and myrrh, a hint of cinnamon and warm leather.
I wanted to look away but took him all in, his jaw darkened with a hint of five o’clock shadow, adding ruggedness to his well-trimmed mustache and goatee. Lashes, longer and thicker than any I’d ever seen on a man, surrounded his dark brown eyes. Just a man, I told myself again, not a god, not a demon, and still I trembled.
“Are you going to be able to go through with this?” He asked.
“Yes.” I whispered. “I want this, I truly do.”

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

It's a dance...the way we PLAY...checklists, subtle negotiations...even when we don't think we're negotiating...we are

We've all done it, said things in random converstaion...

How do you feel about...?
Have you ever...?
Do you, would you...ever wanna...?
I've dreamnt about doing this...?
I would never do that...maybe...?

Psyche! We take a small step forward...then the fatal words...

We don't have to rush into anything, it was just a thought...
...just an idea that maybe sometime if the time is right...

And two steps back.

Make my heart pound with the promise of the forbidden, the taboo...fill me with the desire to do things not ordinarily done. Things not ordinarily considered as even possible...and so not possible with anyone else...because no one else understands my Shadow Self.

No one gets me...I used to say...and then, Sir, came you.

Promise me Darkness and Follow Through.
I will be yours forever if you do... Yours to do with what you will.
Even the Forbidden.
Even the Scary.

Geez...Don't Make It So Difficult

Learn To Give Head Like You Mean It, Ladies

Because some guys are real jerks...like the guy my friend is seeing...and no, I'm not naming names...but someone posted that some Dick Wad out there asked her to "kiss it" on the second date...now I'm all for fellatio...especially if the guy doesn't call his penis "It"... and when the guy doesn't ASK for it.

So this guy, on date two, would have had two strikes against him in my book just for phrasing the question the way he phrased it...

But what really got me was when she said that after 15 minutes of SERIOUS HEAD and he still didn't come...he laughed at her frustration because in his words, "I never come that way, I was just seeing how long you could last."

Okay, kick that boy to the curb! How many examples of LOSER do we need?

So...here is the directions for Fellatio from eHowToDoJustAboutEverything:
How to Give Oral Sex to a Man
eHow ExpertBy Michael Castleman A sexuality journalist and counselor since 1973, Michael has written for Playboy, Self, Ladies Home Journal, Comopolitan, Men’s Health, Men’s Fitness, Readers Digest, and many other magazines. His latest book is Great Sex: A Man’s Guide to the Secrets of Total-Body Sensuality (Rodale)

According to Castleman the Difficulty Rating = Easy
He explains, "The term for oral sex for men is “fellatio.” It comes from the Latin, fellare, to suck. Fellatio can be profoundly symbolic. For many men, it’s the ultimate in sexual acceptance from a woman. Even when it isn’t, fellatio is an opportunity for the man to lie back and just receive pleasure, which is something many men find very arousing. Fellatio is very wet, which increases the penis’ sensitivity. And most women can be more varied and creative with their lips and tongues than with their vaginas.”

Instructions
STEP 1: Start by kissing the head of his penis.
STEP 2: Next lightly part your lips and lick the head and the corona, the little ridge around the base of the head.
STEP 3: Take the head into your mouth, using your lips and tongue to caress it and the cornona--particularly the frenulum, the part of the corona on the underside of the head.
STEP 4: Eventually, move your head up and down so that your lips caress as much of the shaft as you can comfortably take in your mouth. However, the shaft is considerably less sensitive than the head, corona, and frenulum, so return frequently to these sensitive places--unless the man asks for something different.

OK, I didn't say that they were good directions...but they are step by step...and obviously written by A MAN. I had to stop with Step 4...because I really could subject you to his cure for not liking the taste, fears of swallowing, and have a sweet beverage at hand with a straw to make it TASTE better...

OMG

Theres a little secret to giving fellatio and I'm gonna share because my first husband, who preferred getting head from men, wanted me to be able to give head like a man, so he told me how to do it the right way (according to him)...
1. Don't be too gentle
2. Don't focus on the head too long or you will desensitize their most sensitive spot and then you will be there all night
3. Circle the head, licking softly, alternated with deep, powerful thrusts that "bop" the back of your throat...and if you are fighting with the gag reflex, practice with your own finger, toothbrush etc until you can swirl the back of your throat without gagging.

Still not working?
Tips from The Kama Sutra

*Licking The Penis:Start by licking his penis as if it were an ice cream cone. Hold its base with one hand and repeatedly lick upward alternating the side of the penis you lick.
*The Butterfly Flick:Flick your tongue lightly along the ridge on the underside of his penis. You may need to hold the penis at the base while you learn to do this.
*The Nominal Congress:Take his penis in your hand. Place it between your lips and move it around in your mouth.
*Biting The Sides:Cover the end of the penis with your finger tips. Then kiss and gently nibble the sides (very gently).Pressing Inside:Take his penis into your mouth. Press it with your lips and then take it out.Pressing outside:Press your lips against the end of his penis and kiss it as if drawing it out.
*Rubbing:After kissing his penis lick it all over and pass your tongue over it's end.
*Kissing:Hold his penis in your hand and kiss it as though you were kissing his lower lip.
*Sucking a Mango Fruit:Take his penis half way into your mouth. Suck on it vigorously.
*Swallowing Up:Take the whole length of the penis into your mouth as if tring to swallow it.

If you are doing it right, and yeah, it's gonna take some SERIOUS PRACTICE...any guy should be coming in less than ten minutes... especially if you STOP after the first moan, and keeping your lips near the tip if not barely touching, roll your eyes up at them, and ask sweetly, "Is this the way you like it? Or is there something else you'd like me to do? " Then lick tease the head before asking another question, like, "Do you want me to keep going?"

And remember about the liking it a little rougher part...teasing nips and bites along the shaft, inner thighs etc...will really get him warmed up, so start there.

Any Questions??

Checklists, Negotiations, and Safewords

I remember meeting the New Hotness (easy since it was only a few weeks ago) and thinking...Daammmnnnnnnn...cause yeah, at first sight he really did it for me; however, I merely labeled him eyecandy because I'd made the decision after the last relationship that I would only date men (or women, if the right one came along) who really GOT ME. I was tired of being in relationships with someone who didn't have a clue...

(and I'm really sharing this today for Lila's benefit because she's young, sexy, horney, and still believes that any relationship is better than no relationship at all...and yeah, I've felt that way too. It's the companionship factor. We all want to be held, spoken softly to, and made to believe that fairytales do come true...even if it's Mr. Wrong doing the holding and he talks too loud about things he knows little about, because for a moment in the dark, eyes closed, body trembling, he kindles that belief that HEA could happen. And then the thought process starts that expectations are too high and he really just needs another chance...just say no, Lila, Mr. Right is out there. Someone who will UNDERSTAND your wants and needs even before you have to explain it...)

Which brings me to the title subject of today's post.

What took the New Hotness from merely eyecandy to He's The One in less than a day?
I had real hope brewing under the surface of the ice walls I'd built around myself when I saw he wore a pentagram necklace (Don't discount the virtues of shared spirituality in a relationship, regardless of the religion, because it lifts the entire relationship to a whole other level)...

Then the ice cracked when I threw out a subtly coded BDSM remark (because we were at a very Vanilla place) and he remarked back, "Safewords are good." Then he walked away and I soooo knew I had to find him in the crowd. I did. Slipped him my number, which I NEVER do and hoped...

He called. Yeahhhhhhhhhhh.
Long, serious talks followed and the very long-distance BDSM relationship was born. It became evident from the beginning that our conversations weren't going to tread safe ground but scramble over the rough terrain of conversations usually reserved for after you know each other a little better...meaning after the first sex encounter. We jumped from, "Where's your favorite restaurant," to "How do you feel about..." in one breath. Within a very short time I knew how he felt about all the major topics on what is traditionally the BDSM checklist, and he knew mine.

Then, he threw out a scenario, I took the bait, saying, "That would be fun." Not realizing we'd negotiated our first scene. Yikes.

It dawned on me only after I was in my car, driving to his place in the pouring rain for our first Play Date that we hadn't really discussed Safewords. I never really thought about it because I've only safed out once ever and it seemed unlikely I would safeout with the New Hotness but really...he was a total Stranger. Seriously.

I immediately called not one but two friends and told them EXACTLY where I would be and arranged safe calls at designated times...okay, I felt a little better...but still nervous as hell. So, pulling into his drive, I called him. He thought my nervousness was cute and told me to stop worrying that if I want to stop the scene that's all it will take is me saying so...and then he walked out to the car and took my hand and led me inside.

Since that moment, I haven't had a single thought about Safewords...


**After writing this post I came across an entertaing page...please, check it out...and when you do, scroll to the bottom of the page....fast, because the video starts playing as soon as the page loads...you'll have time post-video for checking out the individual pics:
CZECH SEX MACHINE MUSEUM

Call me Matchmaker

Over at the author forum, it has been suggested that I fly to L.A. and act as matchmaker to author and friend Lila Dubois. The others have suggested a donation fund to pay for the ticket to get me there...

I think it would be a supreme personal sacrifice but for Lila I would be willing to fly to L.A., traipse through one BDSM Club after another, looking for Mr. Right so that she can get rid of the loser she's been seeing up until now once and for all.

So here's the itenerary:

Miss Kitty's Parlour Los Angeles

The Chateau Los Angeles

The Scenery San Francisco

SF Citadel, San Francisco

Where's that plane ticket??????????????????????????????????????????????

Writer's Who Make Us Think (and feel) II

Okay, it must be a full moon or something because I have posted not once but thrice today!! (See also Roxy's Readers Forum)
Oh yeah, it is a full moon...my daughter, Beautiful Girl, actually challenged me to dance naked under the full moon tonight...as in TONIGHT...because it's like fifteen degrees outside...and I politely challenged back, "You first."

Anyway, back to the topic at hand...and yes, I feel a SOAPBOX coming on...

Is anyone following the comments section of my blogs, because seriously, the BEST stuff happens behind the scenes in those pesky hidden comments that everyone seems to not pay attention to. Take today for instance...

First, there was Lila...
Lila said...
This... THIS?!? is your blog after the weekend of amazingness?Agh! I need details!My date... did not go well. I am mortally embarassed by what happened. I think I need like lessons or something. Will you teach me?
1:11 PM

So, Lila, if I'm gonna teach you...I NEED DETAILS!!
1.How did the date not go well?
2.How were you mortally embarressed?

And as far as THIS...after my weekend of AMAZINGNESS...otherwise known as THE NEW HOTNESS aka Long-distance BDSM God... I actually did provide details or weren't you paying attention to LSB's private posts today? Shame on you and now for the benefit of all concerned and sincerely hoping that HE isn't reading this...here is my weekends highlight:
I Posted at LSB:
The New Hotness in my life is still amazing...still way too f'ing far away...but that said, we are managing to play enough to be entertaining and addictive...Hmmm, details?Is this room PG?I'll try to remain calm...He took me to an adult toy superstore...to get Kama Sutra oil and Kama Sutra gel...oil good but sticky, eww...and mint oil? Can yolu say excrutiating?Think about rubbing Ben-gay on your sensitive parts and multiply times ten...I'm pretty sure it ranked right up there with the HOT PEPPER punishment scene from Sacred Secrets...he did however distract me with kisses until the burn wore off...mmmm...yeah, he kissed that well to distract me from the burning flames below.And after all of that, eek, pain, wiggling, kissing...orgasm was times ten...so his smart assed sadist comment was "See, it was worth it..."And I agreed post-mind blowing orgasm, that I would be willing to try the mint gel AGAIN!Okay, Lady Lila...Your turn...

Then came the OMG post from Lila in my Private Box....
Lila Posted: **
Well, until I actually get some of permission to publish this most embarressing moment -- you the reading audience will have to leave it up to your imagination how beautifully hot red-head with the totally fuckable name was mortally embarressed -- gaged by my response to her...

I Posted:
Lila, Lila, Lila....lessons?????? You need to start from scratch with a different guy...because this guy...let's call him Mr. Jack Off... lose him!There are lots of subby guys out there begging for a hot chick to give them permission to make you feel good!And if you'd rather be the one tied up and spanked...same same baby, lots of great men out there all looking for someone as smart and wonderfully talented as you!Good grief, don't make me fly to Hollywood to kick this guy's backside! Cause after that I'm coming after you with a flogger for putting up with him after the first ten minutes!

So, Note to Lila, even though your Private Post to me was mortally humiliating...your rendition had me LAUGHING my ASS off because you told the story so well. Your writing ability is amazing...please make this Private post Ch2 and expand on it!

**author added
Check out Lila's Totally Humiliating Date in the comments section (posted with her permission)

Then came Darragha...
LSB Author, Darragha Foster said...
Wow. I wrote that, huh? I swear I channelled Love's Second Sight. Whoo...I'm getting hot!And as for Sacred Secrets, darling...nothing will come between me and my coffee. Nothing! I've been recommending Sacred Secrets to those I know in the D/s scene. Problem is, I know mostly subs, and they say they have to ask their Master for permission to read the thing. Grrrr. Even a slave or sub should get to read Sacred Secrets!
4:26 PM

Now, I am on a SOAPBOX...
Did you say that the subs have to get permission for what they read?????????????
Give me a fucking break.
And yes, I can say that because once upon a time I was TOTALLY CONTROLLED by a man in a D/s relationship who supposedly had God on his side...and damn it, I've earned the right through hours of counselling to regain my self-worth that a relationship that controlling is out of control. So, please, if you know someone who is THAT controlled, lift them up, share some advice, help them to find their way out of an unhealthy relationship and into a healthy one.

Writers Who Make Us Think (and feel)

Yesterday, a friend of mine over at LSB told me that she had mentioned me in an interview she had done for Fallen Angel Reviews...of course, I raced right over to see what Darragha had said about me because for one, she is of only a handful of authors who has really "gotten my attention". I say that because although I love to read, few authors make me think about what they've written for very long after I've read it let alone make me feel something long enough that it stays with me forever...
Laurrell K Hamilton can do it, Diana Gabaldon does it every time, and Sara Douglas can really get me. Then, there is this woman named Darragha Foster who once wrote in an excerpt from Loves Second Sight:

Thorgunna took Leif into her warm mouth, circling her tongue around the tip of his thickening maleness, pushing the foreskin back with her lips, exposing the sensitive tip to the warmth of her tongue. She stroked the base of the Greenlandic beast with a hand while allowing the head to dive into her mouth. She could taste her own ardor mixed with his salty passion on his flesh.
"I find it quite unbelievable that you have never done this before. Thorgunna, please, lie back. I need you now, woman," Leif moaned.
Thorgunna waved a hand, cutting him off, continuing her battle with the monster, now fully under her control. Leif shuddered, trying to pull away, to warn Thorgunna that his seed was brimming, but she did not stop her rhythmical washing until the throbbing, pulsating beast was fully at rest.
"By the gods, Thorgunna," Leif moaned, dizzy from the force of the orgasm. Thorgunna looked at Leif with a commanding glance, "Are you certain I cannot accompany you?"
Leif fell back against the skins, "Aye, but for your sweet mouth upon me I'd sell my soul to a devil to stay here!"
"That would make two of us, then," Thorgunna said, rising to rinse her face in the washbowl.

Wow, Darragha had cast me back to a time when rugged men were softened only by the pelts they wore for warmth and women were strong enough to lull a man back to their arms again and again. It is the root of great legends. Yeah, yeah...there is that part where she pushed back his foreskin...is there anything more erotic than that? And the part where she made him come in her mouth...

Yeah, Darragha, you had me...
So, when I heard that she had mentioned me in an interview...I was thrilled but nervous. I mean, what could Darragha have to say about me? Because I was pretty certain from talks we'd shared that D/s wasn't her thing. Here is an escerpt from her interview:

Q:Who are your favorite authors? Who inspires you?

A:I was first inspired by Shakespeare. No kidding. Age 9. Blammo. Discovered Shakespeare and went nuts over it. Got in trouble in school for writing Hamlet's soliloquy on the chalkboard during recess in the 4th grade. My mother went ballistic over that. "What other 9 year old do you have who are reading and memorizing Shakespeare, huh?" She told 'em. Norton Juster (The Phanton Tollbooth), Ursula K. LeGuin (The Earthsea series), John Norman (The Gor books), Libba Bray (A Great and Terrible Beauty) are some faves. Oddly, I read more non-fiction for pleasure. I loved Judith Levine's "My Year Without Buying It." Could I do what she did? I think about it every day, but haven't done it yet! I read lots of ebooks. Everyone should read ebooks. Ebooks totally rock! I recently read "Sacred Secrets" by Roxy Harte and it made me sooooo angry! The book brought out lots of very strong emotions in me. And that's what a good book should do!

Wow.
I did for Darragha what I intend for every reader...I triggered emotion. Yes!
Love my writing or hate my writing, as long as you FEEL my writing, I've done my job...because if a writer can make you feel, you will be changed, and you will remember...

Thank you, Darragha...I'll be forever pushing back foreskins in my dreams... and the interview mention was very nice, too.

What's On My Mind Today? Sexual Torture

Okay, it isn't really my fault that my mind has warped around to slightly twisted very early in the morning...I mean, I've already had a very busy day...in a good way:

As many of you have heard, I'm in a long distance relationship with a new Dom, sometimes referred to as Sir, sometimes, like when talked to friends over at the LSB Forum, solely referred to as HIM....and well, long distance is still long distance...and this morning I had to take matters into my own hands, call the man, and initiate some good old fashioned flirting tease...which led to an experiment in phone sex...blushing and giggling but had a good time...

then, as a warm down, I wandered over to LSB to see what my friend, Lila, was up to lately and realized that I missed three days of conversation...shame on me because she put out a call to Roxy days ago for assistance:

Lila Dubois wrote: " Well you have left me with nothing but torture. I am sorry it had to come to this. *wanders off to find Roxy for pointers* "

This was my Forum reply...three days late...sorry, Lila

:D Roxy's List of Favorite Torture Techniques:D

1. Tie torturee up in a straight back wooden chair

2. Lay out implements of torture on a nearby table...include candle, lighter, scissors and other inducements of fear...syringe, big scary knife...

3. Blindfold torturee

4. Taking scissors, make cutting sounds close to face...proceed to very slowly and seductively cut off every inch of clothing

5. skin stroking and licking is very important at this point to put your torturee at ease (and you do want them at ease for a little while before you crank up the tention another notch)

Lila,

Can you take it from here or do you need more pointers??

Hugs,
Roxy

But now, here I am...sitting at my desk at the real job, and looking very professional and productive as I type,type,type ... and all I can think about is rope, and the feel of cold metal as my clothing is cut off...

have I ever mentioned that it's a real bitch being a switch sometimes...because I love to think up the nasty and dish it out but taking it....oh yeah, letting someone figure out how to push my buttons? I can really get into that.

Also, in celebration of my finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel on finishing Sacred Revelations...there is a very HOT (did I say HOT?) video over at the forum...check it out...unless you hate seeing the naked female form...and trust me on this...she is an EXQUISITE naked woman. How do you say YUMMY in Italian?

So, see for yourself.
Hugs
Roxy

Taking Happy Half-Naked Thursday to a Whole New Level

Okay, so I absolutely love the idea of Half-Naked Thursday...a term I heard first during my college days...but at the time thought was just a way for guys to get bored, horney, on their way to being intoxicated Freshmen girls out of their clothes or partially out of their clothes in public places. Ahmmm. Do I look that gullible to you? Okay, that question does not require an answer...

At any rate...I still considered it a fairly regional local ploy; so, imagine my surprise when I ran across the site of a fellow blogger, who calls himself Figleaf and lives far off in the land known as New York. His own plan for celebrating Half-Naked Thursday (today)...seems a bit extreme even for those of us who take any opportunity to lose a bit of clothing in public places now and then...even on days other than Thursday.

November 30, 2006
Weather outside is frightful HNT
So I know, I know, everyone up to and including the New York Times has been going on and on about how soggy the Northwest has been this year. Yeah, yeah, we get a lot of rain. What's less known is that the Northwest also hold the record for snowfall -- 1,140 inches at Mt. Baker in 1998-99, 1,122 inches at Mt. Ranier in 1971-72.

Well, we don't usually get snow down here in the lowlands (see rain, above) but it's been an unusual month. I'm just eyeballing and here in town I'm seeing... maybe... two inches. Max! (But then, as you can probably tell if you look closely, it's bloody cold!)

Well, well, Figleaf, Happy Half-Naked Thursday!
Hugs
Roxy

P.S.
Yes, there is a P.S. to this post because I'm a little tenacious, sometimes, and I couldn't leave this one alone...so I searched for more information on Half-Naked Thursday...or Half-Nekked Thursday as a multitude of bloggers are now referring to it I found out...who'd have thought there would be entire blogs devoted to HNT? Go figure...a really cool idea is finally out of the closet, though there seems to be some discrepency as where and when the term was coined...so, I can only admit that yeah, I acually did fall for the idea of Half-Naked In Public Places on Thursday way back "in the day", roughly '82...

Here's the Permalink if you want GUIDELINES for HNT...or a whole lot more;P

I Would Credit To The Author Of This Gem...But They Didn't Sign It!

I was told to be prepared to laugh out loud when I read this post over at the Liquid Silver Books Forum courtesy of Colleen Love: I wasn't prepared for this!

WAX IS NOT YOUR FRIEND

This is funny! CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out
loud...

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their
promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady,
scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come
home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the
thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the
next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit
out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site
of my demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a
clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in
your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and
press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull
the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it
be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically
inclined enough to figure this out.

(YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips
facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing
them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the
hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax,"
yeah...right)! I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold
the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it
wasn't t! he best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can
do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am
She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of
smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on
the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the
ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties
and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same
procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side
of my bikini line, covering the right half of my
*hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside
of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale
deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY
GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only
managed to pull off half the strip. OH NO! What have I
done???!!! Another deep breath and RRRIIIPPP!!!!
Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass
out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing
drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy -- a wax covered strip, the one
that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt
sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is
my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS
THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the
toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the
strip. I touch. I am touching wax!

WHAT?! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part
of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and
matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is
still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do
something. So I put my foot down. My LIFE FLASHES
BEFORE ME!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.

*hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure
out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let
me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!"

What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water
melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand
into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits
and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe
it off, right??? WRONG!!!!! !!

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than
that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize
surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether
regions glued together is having them glued together
and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding
hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I
had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!

God bless the man who had convinced me a few months
ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before
and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a
very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and
who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret
tricks for removal but she does try to hide her
laughter from me. She wants to know exactly whe re the
wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hoo-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I
give her the rundown and she suggests I call the
number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!!

I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to
scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels
better then to have your girlie goodies covered
in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot
water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a
major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need
Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see
my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove
the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this
point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the
dickens out of my friend.

It's sooo painful, I but I really don't care. "IT
WORKS!! It works!!"

I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she
hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and
then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS
STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now.
Nothing! Hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at
this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color......Now that's funny ...... Notttttttttt
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What's On My Mind Today? UTI

So if you read the title and logged out immediately...I won't be offended but will assume that yes, you do know what UTI stands for...

If you are still here and don't have a clue...you should probably leave now and save yourself the disappointment of finding out that UTI is not an abbreviation for a great new sex position...although, if you stay long enough to read the entire post...you may be rewarded with new sex position pics (In 3-D)...because that is the recurrent thought in the back of my brain other than UTI's.

So, anyway, I woke up this morning (4:30a.m.) and realized I had to pee...almost as quickly, I realized I couldn't pee...not a chance...and the almost drop that did manage to find it's way out of my body wasn't pleasant. So, what does a girl do at an ungodly hour of the morning when pain and intense pressure makes her realize that there isn't a chance in hell of going back to sleep? Ibuprophen chased by beer. Why? Beer travels faster than water and Ibuprohen would hopefully shrink the swollen parts enough to force the beer through. By six-fifteen, I was in the bathroom in tears, but peeing...yeah! No trip to the ER required. Does anyone know how long you can go without peeing before it becomes a need to go to the ER, just for future reference?

Anyway, I spent the day sleeping, searching the web for homeopathic remedies (more on this momentarily), cause the beer and Ibuprophen was far from a cure, and talking to friends I haven't had time to talk to in ages...

Jessica's insight into the situation, "You know what causes UTI's right? Stress, Not enough Sleep, and Too Much Alcohol..." Her suggestion...antibiotics..."now, don't wait."

in answer...I'm paid on commission and close to losing the commission check that was going to pay the cell phone bill ... we won't even discuss the house payment or rapidly approaching holidays...of course I'm stressed...I've been working twelve to fourteen hour days seven days a week until recently, that leaves no time for sleep if I also want to have a life, and as for alcohol...it does contribute to my sanity.

Stephanie's insight, "You know what causes that, right?...Sex...just stop having sex."
Uhhh, let me think...no. Also contributes to my sanity."

R's insight, "Antibiotics." As in he thinks I need them...and I don't do doctors, so we now have a quandary as how best to deal with this situation...and then he said, "You know what causes them, right?" He was actually in agreement with Stephanie as to the cause but not on the same page for the cure. Though the thought of me going to a doctor is laughable...

Which brings me back to my Homeopathic search, where I discovered I've been sucking down the wrong herb tea all day long...echinecea not goldenseal...gotta go buy goldenseal...

Also drank more all organic, unsweetened cranberry juice than I ever want to see again in this lifetime...to find out that it's a preventative not a cure. Yippee. Thanks for being right ABOUT THAT, Jess, and as far as the offer to help out...I'll let ya know tomorrow:)

Okay, enough about UTI's...
Now on to those new sex positions...
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Roxy's Readers Forum

I know, I've been neglecting my sister site which is usually reserved for insights into deviance and the darker side of my brain...so, today I spent delving into the secret realms of a friend's brain to find the secret behind a comment made randomly...

Go visit the Forum if you don't mind nudity...enough said...

Very Sexy Video

Happy Thanksgiving Darlings

Okay, so it's Thanksgiving and I'm on vacation with way too much time on my hands...

Enjoy...the show...and I pray to Goddess that YOU are having THIS much FUN!

Hugs
Roxy

Whatever Happened To Relaxation?

So today I was supposed to be on vacation...not too exotic...Lake Cumberland, but it's a beautiful day and hiking seemed like a really good idea. Then last night, as I was pulling out of town, otherwise known as crossing the terrifying bridge that leads from civilization (Cincinnati) into parts otherwise known as BFE...literally translated Bum-Fuck Eqypt, better known as Kentucky, I received not one but three emergency...you gotta come back to the office calls...HELLO! I'm a real estate agent...shouldn't emergency you gotta come back to the office calls be reserved for Nuclear Scientists and those incredible guys at the CDC? Trust me, I kept driving with my mantra being "gotta get across the bridge before 5pm"...yeah, so much for that plan... yes, I went back to the office!

So it's 4:19pm, an entire day later than planned, and I finally sat down with a glass of wine, sitting on a balcony, overlooking Kentucky's wonderful foothills...do not mistakenly call them mountains...they aren't...

Since it's too late in the day to hike, I pulled up the forum over at my other fav hangout Liquid Silver Books and what did I find but friend and BDSM cohort and author Lila Dubois (yes, that is such a fuckable name ... single guys are lining up to take her out!) was posting about Holiday Personal Ads...you know, the holidays do bring out desperation...

and yes, I've even thought about posting such an ad...maybe something like:
"SWF seeks SM: Only reply if you are six feet tall or taller, know without a doubt what an adrenaline rush feels like, know how to produce pain endorphins, and for your own sake know your way around a kitchen because to say that I am culinary challenged is to make those who love me laugh out loud...also, must not only believe in the concept of female ejaculation, but know how to make it happen and be comfortable with the mess once said female is done...also, bravery is mandatory because random naughty displays in public should be expected as the rule...not the exception."

Yeah...like anyone would respond to that!

However, Lila managed to find some even scarier Holiday Themed Posts:

#1: I clean your house for free and be your slave!! - 29
Hi all single women
if you tired of cleaning your house and looking for somebody do it for you ,im the right one. im 6 2 tall in real estate bussines with happy life, just for fun i love cleaning house and be slave for single women .its my day off and i can clean your house for Thanksgiving tomorrow, also i love wash your dishes and wash your clothes.I want to do it all naked.

#2:*** Turkey With Wealthy Model Type? *** - 38
Just broke up with my model girlfriend, looking for company for the holiday. I'm 6'1", very very handsome - former model, athletic, now successful entrepeneur (real estate), would like to meet model/actress/student type for friendship or more. If you just broke up - or are having relationship problems -lets have some Cristal together at my Penthouse overlooking Sunset Plaza. Liar. Happy Thanksgiving!

Okay, I'm kinda getting nervouse here...not EVERYONE is a REAL ESTATE PROFESSIONAL!
Or maybe, it's just REP who are desperate enough to run ads? Or maybe we're all just fucking workaholics who don't know how to leave the office and STAY AWAY for a few days and really dont have the opportunity to meet anyone...hmmmmmm.

I did enjoy this one, Lila, although giving said Dark Angel my web address may have been pushing the "Help-a-desperate-friend-Card" a bit...I even left in Lil's sidebar comments (in red) so you could see how her mind works...

#3:A dark angelic dominant man seeking seriously submissive girl - 39
As soon as I wrote it, I noticed that my choice of subject line sounds distressingly "goth," which I am certainly not. I mean it in some other way.

I am a tall, handsome, intelligent, talented, successful, virile man. Yea-huh

I will begin with the angelic part, and then go into the darker aspect. Both qualities are strong and singular, uncommon on their own, rarer still in being found together, if I must say so myself.

Somewhere in the heart of everything I do, is light... love, creativity, sincerity. I am honest, sincere, and normally warm, liked, trusted. I seek benevolent balance in relations with others... meaning both sides give as well as receive, and something positive should come of the exchange. Actually, this is great, thoughtful, thought provoking, intelligent. I'm beginning to hope!

But in my case, those essentially positive energies can sometimes travel through circuits that are complex, obscure, easily misunderstood by the uninitiated. There are many factors that have gone into creating this... a subtly psychic and intelligent mind, a complicated psychology, a strong sexual drive, and a rich and tangled history of rare blessings and challenging traumas. Yea, about those tramas. Do they include fit of rage murders?

The darker side of me is sexual, demanding, forceful, purposeful, thoroughly in charge, always in control. I'm an ethical and honest person, so this side of myself can only be unleashed with someone who can handle it, who wants it, needs it, craves it. Again, good, but the Tramas still worry me.

The perfect words for what I want are elusive... concubine, sex slave, pet, property, girl, geisha, whore... elements of all of those things. Okay, I can't handle those words but I understand some people can. I want to poke him in the eye with a sharp stick right now... But I am, without apologies, looking for a relationship that begins as a primarily sexual channel. No talky! Care, creativity, and even spiritual energy will, I hope and expect, quickly be felt on that channel, but I want you to understand, accept and, I hope, be drawn to the idea of serving a sexual purpose/role for a man whom you have decided is attractive to you, trusted, of superior quality, deserving of you. I crave a relationship that is unequal, sexual, and ironically quite intimate.

So... I am looking ideally for a woman who craves both sides... the dark, sexual, seriously dominant side and the positive spiritual energy at the heart of it. If you are turned on by the idea of being commanded, used, trained, disciplined, pushed, handled in a forceful way, and put in your place, then maybe you will understand all this perfectly. If not, then you probably won't, and it will sound more confusing, somehow wrong, and possibly threatening. But I can promise you that I will always stay in control not just of you but of myself. I am not afraid to hurt you or push you, but I do not want to do any harm and your ultimate safety will remain a top priority and commitment for me.

I am selective. If you are interested in this, I ask you to send a letter of introduction and if possible one or more photos. If you inspire my interest I will contact you and send my own photos. If not, I will just say "Thank you very much for your time and interest." One-line responses are unlikely to work.

I am going to post this in both the "Men seeking Women" and "Casual Encounters" sections. For me, this will require some degree of mental/emotional connection to work, but it doesn't have to be a full-fledged relationship in the traditional sense, and actually I'd prefer that it begin with something squarely outside of that fairly mundane model. However, I am at least honestly open to the possibility that it might be the beginning of something broader/deeper for us. It's a possibility, not a requirement by any means.

Thanks for reading.
While there was some squickyness over all I actually like this guy... for Roxy. I am sending him a link to her website. He he he.
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I'm not sure if I should be frightened or grateful...Thanks bunches, Lila ... I owe ya.

Translation Not Necessary

Gemini is based in Beijing, China...they are officially the first government supported rock band to come out of this country and I've fallen in love with them. The song is called Time Machine and I don't have a translation...

Sometimes, words aren't necessary...a look, a touch...is all it takes.

Find This Band On Myspace:GEMINI

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Hair Colour Experimentation

Some days, trying new hair colour is a needed "selfhelp" ...I wanna be somebody else, I wanna wash THAT man outta my hair, I'm really bored and wow...wasn't this a cool idea? 'cause I look HOT...

And then there are those times when it turns out not so good...

Today may be one of those days...
Folow-up story after the shock wears off...cause Beautiful Girl is no longer Marilyn Monroe blonde. It's not quite as bad as the bad hair salon day when I had to pull off on the side of the road so she could retch uncontrollably...but it's close.

Playing Hooky, Watch a Movie Day

Every once in a while I have to share a movie...whether poignant, thought provoking, or singularly amazing. Today is such a day.
Brothers of the Head is not a movie that you will forget the moment the credits start rolling.

Hugs
Roxy


'Brothers of the Head' trailer


** As a side note: You can Read the BLENDER Review of this movie too.

Someone other than Me Flogged My Friend Xandra? No Fair!

Wow, My friend Xandra was reviewed by Mrs. Giggles ... or so I thought until I read the review ...

"Hounded has a very rich background, it seems, and Ms Gregory has done a lot of work in world-building. But all those details are crammed into a mere 35 pages with little or no explanation as to what all those fancy jargons in those pages mean. I end up feeling like I've somehow rushed into a Mardi Gras festival packed with people who just happen to be speaking in the Klingon language - too many things are going on and I have no clue what these things are. I think I will enjoy Ms Gregory's bubbly sense of humor if this story doesn't suffer from poorly-inserted detail overload. For a short story, sometimes keeping things simple is probably the best way to go. Let's just keep all that stuff for the upcoming full-length."

Funny, I just don't think Mrs. Giggles got the famous sex on the parade float moment ... I mean, come on...SEX ON A PARADE FLOAT...Xandra blogged (in June):
"...I ripped it apart and started again. And again. And again. Until finally, my critique partner, the lovely and talented and just a bit twisted Roxy Harte suggested that I do something just wacky and off the wall. “I’d love to see some sex on a parade float,” she said. And the current incarnation of “Hounded” was born. So hat tip to Roxy for kicking my creativity in the head…or in her case, flogging it where it hurts."

Note to those intered, I do so love to flog my friends!!

Now back to Mrs. Giggles...she probably wouldn't want to read Sacred Secrets because if she didn't understand the thrill behind exhibitionism ... she definitely wouldn't get isolation, punishment, or the pleasure/pain contrast.

Boobs Are In the News Again

Some days I am amazed with what makes big news in our country. Some days I'm flat out appalled ... and I should be using that particular verb in the context of the starvation of children across our globe (btw, FIFTEEN MILLION children will starve to death this year if you were unaware that it is a problem), or the nonsensical continuation of the war in Iraq, or the continued violence and sexual mutilation endured by women in the name of patriarical religious practices ...and now seen more and more in the medical community of this country; but no, today, I am appalled that we as women still have to fight for the right to bare our breasts and feed our babies...I can't even find the words for the level of anger I feel... if you wanna know what ticked me off...read on the copied version of the AP release...

And my apologies to Xandra Gregory, who I promised to blog about earlier today...join me tomorrow to find Mrs Giggles review of Xandra's anthology A Witch In Time...

30 Protest Nursing Woman's Removal From Plane
AP
SOUTH BURLINGTON, Vt. (Nov. 15) - About 30 parents and their children sat in front of an airline counter Wednesday to protest the treatment of a passenger who said she was kicked off a plane for breast-feeding her child.

Mothers breast-fed their children and held up signs during the "nurse-in."

"I just think it's unbelievable that it happened in 2006, especially in Vermont" said Lora McAllister, a Swanton mother. "It's kind of mind boggling."

Emily Gillette of Santa Fe, N.M., had complained that she was kicked off an airplane because she was nursing her baby.

A complaint against two airlines was filed with the Vermont Human Rights, although Executive Director Robert Appel said he was barred by state law from confirming the complaint. He did say state law allows a mother to breast-feed in public.

Elizabeth Boepple, a lawyer hired by Gillette, 27, confirmed that Gillette filed the complaint late last week against Delta Air Lines and Freedom Airlines. Freedom was operating the Delta commuter flight between Burlington and New York City.

A Freedom spokesman said Gillette was asked to leave the flight after she declined a flight attendant's offer of a blanket.

"I was horrified that a mother could be humiliated like that," said Caroline Beer, 34, of Burlington.

Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. The information contained in the AP news report

Want to do something? Change the views in this pathetic, misguided puritanical nation?
Go ahead...NURSE YOUR BABY IN PUBLIC...BARE YOUR BOOBS...ITS OKAY...HONEST.

and get involved with your local LeLeche League...

Love Romances And More Book Review Is In

Celia Brentwood is an author and reporter for Inappropriate Voices, an underground BDSM weekly tabloid. She is persuaded by her superiors to go undercover to do an exposé on being a sex slave. Her initiation into the assignment is by going under the gavel at the annual slave auction held in San Francisco’s famous alternative lifestyles club, Lewd Larry’s. For 30 days, the contracted period, whoever purchases her will have her complete submission, and she will end up with an audacious scoop.

Things don’t quite go according to plan. The auction ends up receiving more attention than expected when the wealthy reclusive and rumored gay owner of the club bids an outrageous sum to acquire her. Thus begins a journey that she is completely unprepared for in giving up all control, wishes, and responsibility. What Celia does retain is a few secrets but what will happen when all is revealed?

The auction was first offered at the club 5 years ago. Garret Lawrence and his lover Tony had instigated the event shortly before Tony’s murder. Since that time, the murderer has stalked Garret and tormented him with a series of letters for a period on each anniversary of the death. It is almost a routine.

There is suddenly more at stake when he finds himself under the spell of a doe eyed slave that he has dubbed, Kitten. With his slave he feels alive again and feels love again. It would appear that with this reawakening, the threat from his past decides to become more virulent. And Kitten is in the sights of a killer.

This is a thought provoking fictional account of BDSM told in an alternating first person point of view between hero and heroine. Readers will find themselves falling deeply into the storyline and feeling very much like a fly on the wall to some extremely exotic and erotic situations. The writing is frequently eloquent and even those who are not fans of the genre will find this to be compelling reading.

Ms Harte has created some wonderfully well rounded characters. Each one whether main or secondary has depth and facets to charm and chill as the author wills.

Our hero Garrett could simply have been a cardboard character only showing unrelieved dominance. What we actually get is a strong hero, who has weaknesses and moments when he is unsure of both what he is doing as a Master and as a man in love. Readers may not always agree with his means of bringing about his goals but one is certainly drawn to him regardless.

It would be easy to lose all personality in becoming a slave, but Celia is written in such a way that beautifully shows the conflict warring within her to fight or to acquiesce. One is enthralled by the exploration of the psychological turmoil that the heroine goes through.

The actual suspense regarding the murderer is also well done and will keep the reader guessing. Each in the cast whom we are introduced to could be the malevolent party.

Anyone looking for a book with a BDSM storyline that focuses as well on the erotic as it does on the other things that make a great read should not hesitate in picking this one up. Make no mistake, this is not recommended for the sensitive or the squeamish.

Shut Up and Sing

First, let me say...I love being an American...but sometimes...I'm really ashamed to be an American.

Second, I have to say...I am so-o-o-o NOT a country music fan.

That said, when the Dixie Chicks released their first CD post republican led conspiracy-to-destroy-them moment...I bought it same day. When this movie hits the theaters...I'll be there the day it opens. Why? Because I stand for the freedom of speech in all its forms. I might not like what you have to say, I may not agree with what you say, but I will stand up for you to have the right to say whatever the fuck you want, no matter whose feelings you might hurt or whose toes you might step on.

I despise censorship in all its forms especially when it is government generated. Pay attention to what's happening and if you don't understand that there is something happening...grab a few history books and read up on what can happen when a government becomes too powerful..to the point of silencing its citizens.

And finally, thank you Beautiful Girl for sharing this trailer with me.

Hookah and Yoga Night

Wednesday night yoga was transformed by friends bearing hookah!


Thank you Flower for sharing your new hookah!
And Dragon Boy, your insight is amazing, thank you for the encouragement.

Guest Blogger

Please join me tomorrow as I guest blog at Liquid Silver Books! I am planning an unveil of Sacred Revelations: Book Two of the Chronicles of Surrender!! So get ready for a very HOT excerpt!

Of course there will also be eye candy...
And maybe some BDSM trivia...

Three posts are planned...so join me for breakfast, lunch and dinner!!

As always, feel free to comment and ask questions!! I love chatting! And absolutely nothing is off-limits!
Hugs,
Roxy

Yes, I'm Falling

First let me say...thank goddess, Monday is over.

Second, THANK YOU to the dear man who left the MP3 for Good Enough in my email very, very early in the morning so that I would find it when I woke up. Wow...

So, in response, I can only say, "Take care of what you ask of me..."

You leave me without words...

LvU R

It's Monday

I rarely think about what day of the week it is...most of mine blend because I potentially work seven days a week and until very recently hadn't taken a day off since Easter...
I really enjoyed my day off...
Then I took another day off...several days in between...but for workaholic girl a significant event.

Today was work, no doubt about it, beginning with the alarm and getting out of bed, followed by the longest day...not all work...but definitely a Monday...as in-it FELT like a MONDAY all day.

Not a good thing since it's 5:15pm here, when most people are getting off work, and I have to keep going like the Energizer bunny for several more hours (at least six more hours) longer if I really want to prove how badly I want to make the new job a huge success...and if I was smart ...and I'm not certain I'm up to smart today...there are three hours of serious, very dry reading I've been putting off for days that all lead to creating personailty profiles in my "spare time". Yes, the boss used those exact words:)

Did I mention, it really feels like a Monday?
And I have a thirty page to do list?
I really can't wait until Tuesday...
Until then-I found more eye candy...enjoy:)

Sharing a Thought

Note to self...hide Sake

Pain Endorphins

**Eye candy has absolutely nothing to do with this post but is really nice to look at as you read:) so enjoy..
Life is so much nicer after the pain endorphins kick in...wow.

I hate to say I'd forgotten just how incredible subspace feels.

Then something insanely unexpected, amazingly appreciated, and entirely aweing happened. I slid into the dark void of total headspace with a new friend who had no idea what he was causing to happen and I was left rolling in WOW.

Now, I'm left wondering if he'd be interested in learning to play...

On another note...there are some newbie authors out there writing or contemplating writing about bdsm play and admittedly having no experience...in my opinion...it's hard to fake the emotion needed in the pov if you haven't been there yourself...how do you explain simple concepts like head space and brain orgasm if you haven't experienced it? however, that said and since you asked for research directions:
BDSM BLUE
BONDAGE
HOGTIED
these will lead to other links...
also of interest are BDSM blogs...there are thousands....if you have doubts go to www.blogger.com and run random searches using common words: bondage, dominance, submission for starters. The nice thing about blogs is that they usually lead to other blogs.
Also run a search for local organizations...they usually have a wealth of information and if you are sincere will usually provide a mentor if you want to learn to play. Do not contact them if you do not want to play but only want to continue writing with no idea what you are writing about.

Running Away

This is my car...I'm very good friends with my car, logging about 220 round trip miles per day. Some days I just want to get off my normal route and drive far, far away...
Some days...like today.
Today it didn't pay to get out of bed....and running away seems like a very viable option. At the real job I get paid on commission, and for the most part said job is highly time consuming and stress filled...but well worth it because on a big pay day I get to really relax...and relaxing is good, because when I'm relaxed...I can write. My crystal ball doesn't foretell writing in the near future....a month of work and roughly 60% of 3% of $750,000 just flew the coop...sometimes I wonder why I saw hitting a time clock as a bad thing... and then Dorie's song from Nemo pops into my head..."Just Keep Swimming..." damn Disney and their sappy, motivational songs.

On a brighter note...
I miss writing...as many of you know Book Two hit a small snag...just haven't been able to face the HEA ending...however, lately I'm not feeling as jaded as I like to believe myself to be and during the long drives my work route takes me, I'm definitely seeing possibilities for Garrett and Celia. They are actually speaking to me again after locking themselves out following our last conversation concerning their HEA ending.

I'm not real big on HEA...
However, that said, I'm actually warming to the idea and during my long drives and their windy conversations in my head, we may actually come up with a fair compromise involving their HEA and my kinky twist that takes HEA very, very far away from white picket fences. So, if and when I do get to sit seriously in front of the Sacred Secrets sequel...finishing their story may not be as difficult as I originally imagined and that is a good thing.

A Day Off!

Today is the first day off I've had in months...seriously...and I'm clueless as to what to do with it. Normally, I would write but it's a beautiful day and writing can wait until after the sun goes down.

Last night I contemplated driving into the Smokey Mountains which is only a four and half hour drive, nothing compared to the already long day I'd put behind the wheel of my car on the day job...but I would only have today and it seemed like a really silly thing to do to only get to stay for a few morning hours....but the lure to be outside under the trees surrounded by nature was that great and with laptop in tow, I might have actually swept a way a few cobwebs surrounding the continuing saga of Garrett and Celia in book 2. Goddess knows I'm getting nothing accomplished here.

Maybe today I'll walk in the woods. I have a favorite thinking place and it involves a several mile loop around a copse of three trees known as the Sisters in these parts because they are supposedly all that remains of three sisters who were known for practicing witchcraft a long time ago. Whether folklore or something else, I find peace there...and I need time and nature to think.

I've narrowed it down that the writing blockage in my head is in direct relationship to the walls I've put up inside myself. Garrett and Celia's happily ever after is supposed to close the last chapter of Book2 but I'm not feeling very happily ever after...or up until today had totally given up on all thought of its existence at all. A friend called me jaded. Yeah. That and more.

Today, I'm feeling a little less jaded though still not up to facing Celia and Garrett's HEA...

Those Canadians Are My Kind of People

I told a friend the other day that I love my dogs, most the time more than the people in my life. My friend said, "that explains a lot..."
I'm not sure how to take that.
The truth is...
Dogs hug you when you are down, kiss you when you need it and sometimes when you don't.
My dogs are patient and listen intently when I rant and are sympathetic and make me smile when I'd rather cry.
When I look into my dogs eyes...somebody is home in there...which is more than I can say for some people.
Canadians "get it" as evidenced by this sign.

Attention Hacker

I guess someone noticed that I haven't been blogging as much and decided yesterday to blog for me...signing the below video...hehe. If it hadn't made me laugh when I watched it...I'd have been really pissed. Since I laughed, said Hacker is off the hook.

That said, said Hacker could at least buy a copy of my book and let me know what "he" "she" thinks.
Hugs
Roxy

Mastercard Blow Job Ad

hehe

Euro Review

Thank you to Xandra Gregory (who is watching out for me while I kill myself at the "real job") for calling me to tell me the exciting news that Sacred Secrets had its first review!! And thank you to Annie for doing said review at EuroReviews!!

Annie said, "Sacred Secrets: A Chronicle of Surrender is one very scorching tale of BDSM, romance, unexpected impossible attractions, and sensuality. No reader ought to miss this one. Even the BDSM elements are underscored in a manner that is tasteful even when explicit. Roxy Harte has performed an excellent job in this book, of intriguing the reader and eliciting sympathy with all the major characters, with few exceptions. I found myself turning page after page with heart in mouth waiting for the next step, the next revelation. This is a don’t-miss story."

I am very hopped up and excited about getting the sequel, Sacred Revelations) into LSB's hands asap!

Click here to BUY Sacred Secrets today!

Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend

I remember when every girl dreamed of a left hand diamond ring...and all that supposedly went with it: handsome man, picket fence, two point five children and happily ever after. ..
A story was reported by Elizabeth Boswell in Reuters yesterday about a giant Diamond Selling for More Than $12 Million and it wasn't the glitzy gem or the story about the underpaid female diamond miner who was so excited about finding the gem who's probably wishing she worked on commission right now...but a small sentence in the middle of the article : "Growing affluence has boosted sales and busy shopping streets such as London's Bond Street are awash with jewellers and luxury goods stores offering right-hand diamond rings for well-heeled women."

Yes, ladies, it's becoming all about the right hand diamonds that we're buying for ourselves...and to be honest, for a long time now--since my divorce--it's been on my list of extravagant purchases to buy for myself. The article made me ask myself a few questions...namely why?

And that little question made me realize the answer is either empowering or fatalistic...

E1.) I pay my own bills, I can buy my own diamond damn it, cause yeah, I'm worth it...
F1.) Mr. Happily Ever After? (I won't go down this path...my brain is rolling around laughing hysterically that I even typed the words mister and happy in the same title)

I'm going to go window shopping now for my future right hand diamond ring...maybe something like this one:

Free Hugs

My daughter shared this with me last night before her soccer game...and I hugged her, because...WOW...I have the greatest kid in the world! She pulled me out of my work mindset just to show me this...thank you, Beautiful Girl, thank you, thank you, thank you...some days you make me cry really happy tears!


Free Hugs Campaign. Inspiring Story! (music by sick puppies)

After watching, we went to her soccer game where Beautiful Girl was kicked in the head, sustained a major concussion, and spent the rest of the evening in the ER. She's fine, as in no more soccer for the season and no rock climbing for the next two weekends minimum...but she's going to be okay.

Right now, she's in the other room laughing and talking with her boyfriend...and her laughter is the best sound in the world. Sometimes I cry just because she makes me so happy...like now.

Yes, I missed Folsom 2006

I missed it, but thanks to the powers of the internet, I can still feel like I was there...here are some awesome pics that I grabbed from this guy's site...thank you's and kudos abound...stop by and send him some love.











And just so
we know the
way my brain
is working
tonight:
put me in the
middle
of these two
and let the
games begin...

On My Mind Today

Life Smacks Us Sometimes...
Yesterday, I was rear-ended sitting at a stop light, minding my own business. The man who did the rearending decided he should run the readlight because it was getting ready to turn green and was furious with me for not knowing to get out of his way. Go figure. In truth, I think he was going so fast, anticipating the change of light, he didn't even see me in front of him. Sometimes life is like that...we look so far ahead that we don't see what's in front of our faces.

I try to stay in the moment but it is really hard...planning a day or two or three in advance as is necesary in my day to day, it's easy to have my mind so focused on the prize that I forget to breathe.

Yesterday, I was so hopped up on endorphines I didn't pay much attention to my body post accident...everything worked, nothing broken, no blood...I'm good. Today, I woke up to no endorphines and I'm moving a little slow...but I don't have time for slow. It's one of those days I should be going full speed for the next fourteen hours. I'll be focusing on my breathing a lot today.

Pink Isn't Dead Yet
If you haven't checked out her new CD yet...do. It's awesome.

The Last Three Chaprters of Sacred Revelations...
I really need to get this book to my edit but I've typed and deleted the last three chapters so many times at this point that I'm ready to send it to her minus the last three and let her tell me how to end it. Kidding. One of my fans, who I have a constant banter going these days told me to "Finish it already--your fans are waiting! Do what Garrett wants for once because it's always about Celia."

It's something to think about.