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...

Coping Mechanisms...

Have any idea what coping mechanisms really are?

Basically, it's what we do subconsciously to deal with stress... here's a long definition... but the bottom line it is behavior that we do (usually without realizing) to get through to the moment when we can breath again after a stretch of extreme stress.

I know I am a survivor. I've had major conversations with men and women who went to school to identify what a person should or should not be worried about when it comes to mental illness. I wish I could blame insanity for some of my decisions in this lifetime but I couldn't even get a diagnosis of depression when I tried once...just a pat on the back and congratulations for having good instincts of how to deal with the stress I was under... ie ...I have great coping mechanisms to survive intense/insane/unusual/life threatening situations...

I should, I've had my share of "situations"...

But having hit a certain level of comfort...I'm in love, I'm happy, I'm not worried about losing the roof over my head or having enough food for my kids, my writing career is finally going somewhere...it didn't even dawn on me that I've been "COPING"...

Really....

Aside from the nervous tic, I'm feeling pretty good about who I am, who I want to be, and where I want my life to take me...

So, why did it dawn on me at 5:45am this morning that I am utilizing a whole bunch of coping mechanisms? Compartmentalization and Dissociation just to name a few...

So, between 5:45am and 7:45am when I actually forced myself out from under the covers, I thought a lot about what I'm doing that I don't like and why...then I came up with a plan to stop coping with my life and start embracing my life...tic causing insanity and all.

This afternoon I laid down in the grass and soaked in some sunshine, Jazzi joined me...two hours later I didn't even berate myself for not writing...

This evening a woman called for a tarot reading and I could tell by the desperation in her voice that she needed a voice of reason...I know, she called me?...I gave her information she needed to make sane, rational decisions...I didn't charge her a single cent...and two hours of readings later...I felt whole again...

In my new life...married, not working, writing full time...I'd forgotten what helped me stay sane through the hard (leaner) times and remembered just in time what could keep me sane in the here and now: tarot, Reiki, prayer, ritual, meditation, and yoga complete me...and somewhere along the way, I stopped giving myself an adequate amount of "me" time. Add in all of the drama of the last few weeks and it's affected me...mentally, physically, and spiritually.

I'm much more happy and relaxed tonight just because I took enough time this morning to figure out that the coping mechanisms I was subconsciously relying on to get me through the moments between caffeine overload and adrenaline rush weren't working.
* * * * * *
Funny story from mid day...
I had to run to town for a minute (between sunsoaking and tarot call)...
I left all of my computer screens up, as I usually do...
Beautiful Girl called me on my cell and as soon as I answered, "Hello?" She screeched, "You're buying a vibrator?"
As a matter of fact, I was considering it, but since my youngest daughter has exhibited little psychic ability, I wasn't sure how she knew that...
I played it cool and asked, "What compelled you to ask that?"
"I have proof!" She said gleefully, "You left the website open to the one you have picked out."
It took me a minute to remember back to the morning (pre-sun) and yes, as a matter of fact I was looking at vibrators, but I was only comparing functions...for writing research...honest. Which is exactly what I told her adding, "It's all there. Page one, chapter one. Read it."
From the sounds she made, you would have thought I asked her to swallow a live goldfish...or two. Reading Mom's bdsm porn is obviously not an option...lol.

Belated Sunday Funnies...Now, on Monday...

You know, I've been hearing an awful lot about Audacia Ray's Craiglist ad...wherein she is attempting to sell a slightly used "Sex Toy"... okay, it's a fucking machine... literally...

She has also made a short film about the experience which honestly tonight I tried to download, but alas, it is no longer downloadable...

However, the trailer qualifies for today's SF and is embedded here:

Sex Free Orgasm?

Hmmm...
I was reading a review by Sadie Faye about a new book on the shelves: The Orgasm Loop (by Susan Crain Bakos) which claims to teach "the no-fail technique for reaching orgasm during sex."

Since approximately 35% of all women do not reliably orgasm during sex and 15% of women do not orgasm ever...it would seem every woman would want to read this book. Me? Mild curiosity peeked (meaning I almost skipped the book review.) It was a really SLOWWW day...so I read the review.

You can read the entire review here.
Quotes from the book review:

"First, the loop itself, which is a series of three pretty simple steps."

"Step one: Relax and focus on your "desire image," something that gets you super turned-on. The image can be anything, even if it's abstract, except your lover -- according to Bakos, you need to be totally relaxed and into yourself, and we all know our lovers don't always make us feel that way."

"Step two: When you're sufficiently turned on, imagine all your desire as a concentrated ball of energy right below your belly button, and then mentally move it into your vagina (from within, no fingers yet). Then imagine a coil of lust at the base of your spine and move it through your pelvis to your genitals. Yeah, it sounds hokey, but as I was moving the ball and the coil I actually felt heat in my lady parts, and they definitely became more sensitive."

"The last part of the technique is where the loop comes in: Breathe in and out while you do your kegels (those are where you squeeze your PC, the same muscle that stops the flow of urine). Clench as you breathe in, relax as you breathe out. By staying focused on your image, getting all the energy in the right place, and keeping this rhythmic breathing and flexing, most women apparently will come. I did -- and honestly, I couldn't believe it.

Not only did I orgasm, but the arousal felt different from most of my masturbation. I was aware of my whole body instead of just my genitals, and I felt like I had generated the desire from within instead of getting turned on from an outside source like a vibrator or porn."

Imagine that...an orgasm caused mentally...hmmm...now I am intrigued. I'm not sure if the book reviewers three step cliff notes are enough...I'll give it a try. I may even have to buy the book...

Some Days You Wake Up Needing...Spanked

I woke up dreaming about a past spanking...mmmmmm...yes it was a very erotic spanking from the man long ago who awakened such dark desires that I could probably blame my entire BDSM erotica career on him...

As a result of waking to that dream I have done nothing but think of spanking all day...

I know what brought on the dream; I'm reading Being A Girl by Chloe Thurlow and it has quite a bit of spanking in it...so my mind took a bit of a fieldtrip into the past and now...spanking, spanking, spanking...it's all I can think about.

Do you ever have one of those days?

Is there ever a good way to ask you partner to just "Spank Me?" ... it could go so well, or it could go so badly...for inspiration I am embedding the Top Ten Spanking Scenes from Modern Media...

Enjoy and I hope you have a Spanking Good Saturday;)

Anyone Watch Lipstick Jungle?

Just now getting around to blogging about this...
Did anyone see Wednesday night's episode of Lipstick Jungle?

Well, I did...I love LJ...and especially Niko and Kirby's affair(Kim Raver/Robert Buckley)...older woman, younger man...yum yum

View the episode here if you missed it...

The topic that pivoted my mind was G-shot...
Maybe you've heard, maybe you haven't, but there's a new procedure that was developed in the UK and finally made it to the US shores (if you are in a large enough city at any rate.)

What is a G-shot? Collagen shot into the G-spot of course, otherwise known as G-spot augmentation. The basic concept is that the injected collagen will "swell" the sight, exerting constant pressure on the G-spot and consequentially producing an almost constant state of arousal increased with activity (supposedly riding in a car, doing yoga and any number of other activities.)

And sex post G-spot augmentation?
Everything I've read touts that it is amazing, amazing, A-fucking-amazing...

Just makes you want to go and get the G-shot doesn't it?
well, I'm pouting because Sir Hotness fairly forbade me from getting the shot. He said he'd like to live to see fifty and I'm horny enough without the help...

Maybe I should see that as a complement...
Sigh...
I still feel like I'm really missing out on something!

What I'm Working On Today...

Whew, now that I have power...it took a week to get caught up on the four days of online life I'd missed, making me wonder how I ever get it all done during a normal day and still have time to write...

Final edits are complete on the ms working title: Living Vicariously: now titled: Voyeur (cause my editor rocks)...and awaiting line reader comments...

I've seen the cover art draft...thrilled...

So what can I do today?
Hmmm...
Oh yeah...I guess I should get back to writing. So my obvious thought is to go back to the WIP I was working on prepower outage (LOVERS)...but I'm kind of thinking I should let that one jell in my head a bit longer...

I could work on the revision of WIP PORNSTAR...
I could work on one of the three WIP I have sitting on a backburner: PRIME, PRODIGAL, JOURNEY...

I think when you get behind target dates because of nasty unexpected events (like a hurricane in Ohio) it just seems mind numbing trying to figure out how to get back on target...

I think I'm going to dwell on some eyecandy for motivation...

Femme's Guide Topic...

Yesterday I posted over at the Femme's Guide to Absolutley Everything on the topic of Female Ejaculation and I was slightly surprised that there were no comments...

Is it becauuse the subject is too taboo? Too boring?

Personally, I find it slightly embarressing...still...because it happens and I'm always left laying in the puddle because I always forget to bring a towel to bed. You would think that I would remember.

Sigh...

Can I blame that one on short term memory loss?
Or maybe because "in the moment" my mind isn't actually on the "after"...

Any thoughts on Female Ejaculation? Anyone?
You can comment here, obviously...and I would love that...but I'd also like you to check out the post there...and comment there...just so I'll know that someone other than me read the post...

http://femmesguide.com/archives/how-to-guide-for-female-ejaculation/

Hugs to you for stopping by!!!!

Can I Have Another Choice Please?

I really want a third party...
and here's why, I don't like either of the choices I have now.

Just got around to reading this email from the Defenders of Wildlife:

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASEAugust 29, 2008
Shocking Choice by John McCain

WASHINGTON-- Senator John McCain just announced his choice for running mate: Governor Sarah Palin of Alaska. To follow is a statement by Rodger Schlickeisen, president of Defenders of Wildlife Action Fund.“Senator McCain’s choice for a running mate is beyond belief. By choosing Sarah Palin, McCain has clearly made a decision to continue the Bush legacy of destructive environmental policies.“Sarah Palin, whose husband works for BP (formerly British Petroleum), has repeatedly put special interests first when it comes to the environment. In her scant two years as governor, she has lobbied aggressively to open up the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to drilling, pushed for more drilling off of Alaska’s coasts, and put special interests above science. Ms. Palin has made it clear through her actions that she is unwilling to do even as much as the Bush administration to address the impacts of global warming. Her most recent effort has been to sue the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service to remove the polar bear from the endangered species list, putting Big Oil before sound science. As unbelievable as this may sound, this actually puts her to the right of the Bush administration. “This is Senator McCain’s first significant choice in building his executive team and it’s a bad one. It has to raise serious doubts in the minds of voters about John McCain’s commitment to conservation, to addressing the impacts of global warming and to ensuring our country ends its dependency on oil.”
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The Defenders of Wildlife Action Fund (www.defendersactionfund.org) provides a powerful voice in Washington to Americans who value our conservation heritage. Through grassroots lobbying, issue advocacy and political campaigns, the Action Fund champions those laws and lawmakers that protect wildlife and wild places while working against those that do them harm.

Blogging at Sexpressions

I am posting at Liquid Silver Books Blog Sexpressions today, so please stop over to discover why I have developed a nervous twitch this week.

My Femme's Guide Post was delayed last week due to the Ohio Power Outage...

And Mabon Blessings!

Sexy?

I love this picture...it just screams fun. So, I'm looking for reader comments.
Sexy, not sexy?
Please tell me your thoughts!

I actually have a very valid reason for asking...
I'm in the middle of a WIP that has breath play and I for one have always been a big fan of Asphyxiaphilia (*please note: asphyxiation (lack of air) is absolutely edge play and should never go as far as loss of consciousness.)

So, this WIP rocks...IMHO.

Dying to post an excerpt....
Question is: Is anyone willing to beg for an excerpt?
Mwahhahahahaha

Have a great weekend!
Hugs
Roxy

Surprise Me...Titillate Me...

This post has been delayed by Hurricane Ike...it seems forever ago that I raced to the bookstore to buy Playing...

Here's my thoughts:
I hate predictability, so imagine my surprise (and disappointment) when I read, "We're going to count the last five together." (spanks) or the line, "Just because I want to..."

Yay...
Another introduction To BDSM 101

The novel, "Playing" by Melanie Abrams lacked in BDSM originality; however, that said...the book is going on my bookshelf because she pushed all the right buttons when she dug into the psych of the heroine...

I would have really loved the book if she would have also delved into the psych of the hero...which was pretty much presented as "I'm a sadist, get over it...and if it makes you feel better see my sadism as your painful sacred path to enlightenment" (my paraphrase).

Clearly, the novel was tight enough to earn mass-marketing...
Clearly, all of my fears about showcasing children in novels has been ridiculous when this novel crosses all boundaries and puts the heroine (in my mind) who she be immediately sterilized so as not to become a child-abuser...

As a side note the author is Caucasian, her husband Indian...the heroine is Caucasian, the hero Indian...making me wonder if this was the only story in Melanie Abrams head...or if she has more to offer.

As much as I love finding new authors willing and able to negotiate BDSM erotica contracts, I hate the disappointment of losing them. Remember Laura Reese' short lived fame...Topping From Below and Panic Snap rate among my all time fav reads...and yet she has flown the coop as a fiction author. Reportedly now that she is pursuing a "real career" her writing is an embarrassment. Pity.

Fairy Tales...

A lovely friend sent me this...not sure if it was before, during, or after Hurricane Ike...but I appreciated the laugh when I finally received it! And after surviving the storm and resulting power outage without the skills and brawn of a man in residence...

I chuckled...

Any TrueBlood Followers Here?

Okay, I'm in lust...
Trueblood is doing it for me for this fall's HBO line-up

Have no idea what I'm talking about?
Trailer for Episode 1

I know where I'm going to be sitting every Sunday night at 9pm...
Ahhh...I hope there's lots of biting:)

And it's a more grown-up vampire lovestory than Twilight...
Now don't get me wrong... I love Stephenie Meyers series and am anticipating the movie premier Nov 21 but to have grown-ups kissing instead of children and all manners of sexiness going on (it is HBO) ... I'm absolutely giddy.