Lighting Firecrackers Off On the Front Lawn, As Thirty Dialogs Bleed into One

This is the time of year when we all decide what is wrong with our lives and ourselves and resolve to change it. It sounds like a great idea. But, it doesn't seem to work too well. Lord knows I've tried many times for the big change and have failed miserably. Be it lack of willpower, or lack of motivation, something always seems to get in the way of me being more, better, faster, stronger.

This year, I've decided to give myself a break from all the recriminations and give myself some props instead. This year has truly been an unbelievable one for me. Boundaries pushed, bent and broken. Expectations raised, surpassed and shattered. Creativity ebbed and flowed. Three weeks spent feeling so fantastic, so right and so far away. Left a sinking ship before my feet got wet and never looked back. Relationships have grown and blossomed. Amazing times were had and amazing experiences changed everything.

So, thank you everyone for being a part of my 2008. Pop the champagne and sing Auld Lang Syne. Here's to an even better 2009.

It Feels Like Coming in a Dream, I See it Coming in a Flash

I trust everyone had a wonderful holiday. I know I did. Ate too much, got some nice presents and got to spend time with the loved ones. I was extremely lazy, which was lovely. Now, I'm trying to hash out the New Year's Eve plans, and trying not to think about all the things I want to resolve to do next year.

It's hard not to look too far ahead. The future always seems so bright and tantalizing with promise. And, compared to the here and now, well, there really is no comparing it to the here and now. I feel like I'm always reaching, waiting, hoping for the next thing. Waiting to get back to the places I want to go, waiting to see what will happen around the next turn. Hoping each time that the next leap will be the leap home. (Sorry, couldn't resist a little Quantum Leap homage.)

But, I always feel like I'm missing now. Even right now, I'm not thinking about now. I'm thinking about tomorrow. I'm never in the moment, never present. Soon, I'll be posting about the past, about the last year of my life. This moment, like the rest, is fleeting. With each key stroke, a new moment passes. How do I stop? How can you hold onto a moment without missing the next one?

Sorry to be so heavy so early in the morning. Just scroll back up and look at your Man Candy. It is Monday, after all.

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Looks Like Christmas Came Early, Christmas Came Early For Me

Still looking for that last minute gift? That last thing to make some one's Christmas complete? May I suggest the gift of smut? My story, 11 Pipers Piping, is available on Ravenous Romance today. And, now I may be biased, but I think it would make the perfect final touch to any one's stocking.

It's an e-book, so it's eco-friendly. It's only $.99 so it fits any one's budget, even in this troubled economy. Why not make some one's spirit bright with a little Christmas porn. What could be more merry than that?

Still not convinced? Here's an excerpt for you:

James undid his tie; the one I had given him three years before, with the Santa on it. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them towards the wrought iron bed frame. I didn’t resist him. I couldn’t have. He tied my hands tightly to the cool metal, his face hovering close to mine. He was close enough to kiss, his lips almost grazing my skin. But, as I struggled to reach his lips, he pulled back with a sly smile.

“I don’t think so. Not yet. You made me wait this long, now you’re going to have to wait a bit longer. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the door, locking it behind him. As I struggled against the silk, I felt my pussy tighten. A fresh wash of moisture coated my lips. The cool air from the old, drafty window caressed me, causing my nipples to harden. I could hear the party below me. The Christmas carols played the way they did every year, the smell of cranberries and cookies filled the air. I tried to relax, to lie still. But, my mind kept wandering back to the party, and all the things that had happened over the years.

Want more? Go to Ravenous Romance now and buy it. You won't be sorry!! (Here ends the shameless plug)

Hope you all have the most joyous of holidays. And, I'll see you on the flip side.

Ho, Ho, HO!!!

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I Can Be a Complicated Communicator

I live at the bottom of a hill, where the two road of my neighborhood converge. It has it's advantages, like being close to the mailbox. It provides ease when telling people how to get to my house, and we get to watch other people try and make it up the hills in snow storms while we pull right in.

But, it has a few problems too. For one, our drive way is the bus stop. It is supposed to be the sidewalk, but it never works out that way. So, every morning at 8:20, the students and some parents arrive to get the bus. Oh, did I mention the bus doesn't come until 8:40? When we have the audacity to want to leave our driveway in the morning, they all just stare at us like it is a strange thing to want to do.

The other problem is on trash days, when it gets windy, all the lovely recycling bins that sit precariously on the hills get toppled over and the trash makes its way down the hill to our lawn. All night you can hear the tink-tink of cans and the slunk-slunk of milk jugs. And, come morning, no one ever comes to pick it up.

Why do I mention these things? Because they drive me crazy. I mean plain, straight bonkers. And, can I control these things or do anything about them? No. In a word, no. I hate the energy I waste on such things. But, here I am, the wind is howling and I'm listening to the garbage make its parade. And, it kills me. It kills me. I wish it didn't, but for some reason I can't help it.

I have too many things in my life that are like that. Things I can't control that drive me mad. I wish all the time for the strength others seem to possess to let this stuff go. Maybe someday, I'll find it. Lord knows I need it. Until then, I figured I'd vent a little and look at some hot men. It may be the only thing keeping me sane.

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You Didn't Leave Much Space At The Bottom of The Page

After taking the month of November off from Alison Tyler's contests, I decided to enter two in a row. And, my stories were more popular then I thought they would be. So, I thought I would share them both with you. The first contest was Motel Sex and the second theme was Spanking.

***Motel Sex

Thru-Hike

I sat there, flipping through my book, and listening to her moan. After we had gotten back from the hike, she claimed the only thing she wanted to do was take a shower. She had noticed upon check in, that this cheap motel still furnished a shower massager. That was 20 minutes ago.

At first, just a few stray sounds escaped the steamy bathroom. The walls were thin and I could tell she was trying to be quiet at first. But, that was 10 minutes ago. Now, reading was impossible as the sounds of her pleasure were echoing off the tile. She wasn’t holding back anymore. I could hear the water pounding, doing little to mask her moans and squeals.

I couldn’t sit still, so I opened the door. A little at first, but then I pushed it further. If she noticed, she didn’t let on. I could still see most of her through the clear glass. Her back was to me, but the snaking neck of the massager told me exactly where all that glorious water pressure was going. Her head was thrown back and I watched as she brought a hand up to tweak her own nipple. My cock was straining against my pants but I just stood there.

Then, I heard it. The sound. My favorite sound in the whole world. She shook against the waves of her orgasm and soon the massager hit the porcelain. It was then she noticed the cool air from the open door and turned to me.

"Feel better?"
"Much."


***Spanking Story

Lesson Plan

He walked toward me and grabbed the pen out of my hand, and took the glasses from my face. Sliding my chair back hard, he pulled me up by my hand and led me towards the bed. Without a clue what would happen next, my heart was pounding as he pulled me hard across his lap. My pants and panties were down to the floor before a sound could come out of my mouth in protest.

“I told you to be ready when I got here. What were you doing?”

I swallowed hard as I hesitated to answer his question. Before I had formed the words in my throat, I felt it. The rush of air heading towards my exposed ass. The surge of heat and pain that jolted through me as his hand hit my skin with more force than I had ever experienced. The sound echoed off the walls, the crack slowly dissipating into the cement block that surrounded us. Before I fully recovered, he spanked me again.

“What were you doing?” His voice was deeper this time, making me shake; not with fear but with anticipation of what was to come.

“Studying. I was studying.”

His hand rubbed lightly over my flesh. It felt so hot, alive. I was aware, for the first time, of how wet my cunt was. The lips were rubbing together, slick with the moisture a strike of his hand had caused. But I needed more. I was waiting for more.
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I Don't Need You to Care, I Don't Need You to Understand

After a long week, it was nice to unwind with the family, get my hair done, have dinner with my cousin and bake some Christmas cookies. My niece was in rare form, with her laughter and joy. It is hard to be around her and not smile. And, I got to see my toll collector on the way home, too. So, all in all, a good trip.

And, now it's Man Candy Monday. Things are better than they were last week. My even keel is back, for the most part. I'm filled with bits of stories just dying for a chance to come out. Now, if I can keep them all straight and coherent. That is the plan, anyway.

The 12 Days of Christmas have begun at Ravenous Romance. Check me out on Christmas Eve, for my story, 11 Pipers Piping. It will make an excellent last minute gift.

More good things on the way, and I register for my classes this week. Enjoy your candy.

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Locks the World in a Cage, She's Kinky Like Bettie Page

May she rest in peace.

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Short Skirts, Long Hair, My Hormones Flying Everywhere

My one and only works at our Alma Mater. His job comes with many perks, mostly for him. Nice office, travel and a good schedule. He's gotten to trek to Seattle, Chicago, Nashville and other fabulous places all for the good of the cause. But, there is one perk that I get to enjoy. Or rather, am considering enjoying.

As his lucky spouse, I get to attend college for free. That's right, even though I already possess a most useful B.A., I can matriculate yet again for the purposes of higher(er) learning. You may be asking yourself, what is there to think about? Go forth, and study!!

But, I'm a little torn. You see, as an 18-21 year old student, there was only one thing we hated more than the cafeteria food. It was the non-traditional student. You know the one. . .in the front of the room, asking the most annoying questions seconds before class ended. Regaling everyone with stories about their children, jobs, pets, etc. I don't know if I could stand to be that person. Even a little bit.

But, can I really turn down the opportunity to hone my skills, learn some new things and do it all for nothing but the hell of it? I think the answer is no. Because, I know how much this chance would mean to other people, my husband included. So, I guess I need to dust of my plaid skirts and pencil cases. It's homework time.

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It's The Dirtiest Clean I Know

I've been all over the place lately. Up so high, I never thought it would end. Down so low, I was sick of myself. Feeling lonely and crowded all at once. Feeling like I could listen for hours and like I couldn't stand to hear one more word. Understanding and patient to couldn't-give-a-fuck. My even keel is clearly out to sea.

But, on the plus side, I did finish my Christmas shopping. In all my all-over-the-map state, I seem to have misplaced my Christmas spirit. Until I bought a purse that talks for my niece. That helped a little. And, having my story, 11 Pipers Piping, in the 12 Days of Christmas anthology coming up on Ravenous Romance. The first story goes up on the 14th, so make sure and check them all out. Mine will be on Christmas Eve, don't cha know.

My mood also lifted when I found out that my story, The Last Cigarette, is truly taboo. Well, taboo enough to make it into Playing with Fire, edited by the lovely Alison Tyler.

But, for every good, there seems to be a not so good. Something from left field, found out third hand, that blows all the good out of the water. I hate that I let myself get upset about stuff like that, but hey, I'm human. It's bad enough when it comes face to face, but when it is grapevine sent, I hate it even more.

But, it's Man Candy Monday, and time to start again. Hope you all enjoy it, I know I do.

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I Don't Have to Speak, and You Know What I'm Thinking

Twelve years ago around this time, a very cute boy I fancied, invited me to sit in on his college radio show with his best friend. We spent that whole Wednesday morning flirting with each other and ignoring his partner. I still remember the giddy sense of anticipation I felt waiting for something to happen.

See, I had confided in a girl that was less-than-discreet that I liked him. I liked him a lot. The news had travelled fast, and I knew that he knew. I didn't have to wait long for him to act. He asked me to Denny's that Thursday night. He picked me up a little before 11pm in his grey Honda hatchback. We sat in the window booth and it started to snow. We split the Sampler (awww). We sat there talking about how crazy the whole thing was, and what an unlikely pair we made. He drove me home and we hugged at my front door. Despite the lack of a kiss, I floated up the stairs and could barely sleep.

The next night, there was a party at his house. It was there, in the big grey arm chair that I got my first kiss. A few hours, and approximately 12-14 beers later, I let him feel me up in his bottom bunk bed. What can I say, that was what passed for romance back then. It was college for God's sake.

That boy is now my husband of nearly 10 years. Despite our differences and all the reasons why we should never have dated in the first place, we are still together. Happier than ever. I wouldn't change a thing about any of what we have been through, not a moment.

So, here's to us, baby. I love you. You're my Question 4. And, I've got the Sherrin. (Insert another million private jokes here.)

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There's Something in the Way That You're Talking

After much consideration, I've decided to post the video of my In The Flesh reading from October 16. I was originally reluctant to do it, as I hate hearing and seeing myself on camera. But, after getting some very nice reactions and feedback from people, I've decided to go ahead and do it. So, please to enjoy my reading of This Just In. If you are interested, also please check out Donna and Emerald from the same reading. They were absolutely fantastic.

There is a Wait So Long

Sorry for the Man Candy Monday delay. It was a long weekend. So, I'm making it up to you by offering a two for one special again today. Now, where to begin. . .

Had a lot of turkey, ate a lot of pumpkin pie. Saw the fabulous movie Australia (hence the Hugh Jackman last week) and watched some football. Relaxed a lot and found a little time to brainstorm some new stories.

In other news, Ravenous Romance has their site up and running, and you should definitely check it out. My stories are featured in the anthologies Men in Shorts and Lust Chronicles, both of which are currently available for purchase. So, please have a look at the site.

That is all for now. Now, I have to get back to work.