You’re Love Is A Perfect Blindfold For Me

I hadn't entered any of Alison Tyler's contests in a while, so I took my chances a few weeks ago and put up a story. The prompt was interesting so I couldn't resist. So here is my story snippet. Please to enjoy.


Heighten The Senses

I lay on the bed, my naked body against the flannel sheets. I started running my hands down my chest, stopping to tweak each hard nipple. My mouth fell open, small moans escaping my lips.

“Nipples, right?”
“Yes.”

My hands continued their downward journey, a small giggle bubbling over when I tickled my own hipbone.

“I love that your hips are so ticklish, even when you touch yourself.”
“Me too.”

My breath was hard and fast when I got to my wet pussy. I hesitated, pausing a few long seconds before I gently eased my cunt lips apart. The room was silent, until I rubbed a finger over the hard nub of my clit. My moan filled the room, bouncing back in a thick echo. I kept going, two fingers now sliding over and around my hot button.

“I love it when you touch your clit like that.”
“How do you know that’s what I’m doing?”
“Because that’s the sound you make when I touch you there.”

He would never see my face contort in pleasure when I came. This had become part of our ritual; him memorizing every sound I made.I heard him come towards me, and sit on the edge of the bed. I slid a finger inside my pussy, too hot to stop. I cried out again, pushing my head back into the mattress. The hot daylight streamed through the windows, and he closed his unseeing eyes before he kissed my neck, releasing another sweet moan from my lips.
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I'm Hairy High And Low, Don't Ask Me Why, Don't Know

Now, I'm all for lady-scaping. I like to keep myself neat and clean. But, this Schick Quattro commercial has me a bit miffed. If you watch the video, you'll see that women walk by little shrubbery and as their crotch goes by it, the shrub turns into a topiary. Specifically, from a bushy natural look to a triangle or a little strip of greenery.

It's not that the product isn't useful or even pretty cool, it's that my pubic hair, and by association my vagina needs to be "transformed." What if I like it just the way it is? I like her, she likes me, and I'm not about to give her low self-esteem.

Maybe I'm over reacting. I mean, I do enjoy a good salon visit for a cut and color. So, maybe my cha-cha would like some of the same attention. This handy-dandy device just might do the trick.

But, maybe, just maybe, my pubic hair doesn't need so much media attention. I think most women have better things to worry about then whether or not their hair down there is in perfect condition. We could have a whole argument about the media and how it makes women feel bad about their natural bodies, but who has the time when we have so much unruly hair to attend to? I'd be happier if the male counterpart for this product was advertised for the same purpose, but that guy just trims his sideburns. I think there are plenty of men out there who could use some gardening, too. Think about it Schick.


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My Heart Is Crammed In My Cranium and It Still Knows How To Pound

I'm feeling a bit tired and a little bit under the weather. Only a little Man Candy can cure me. Well, maybe not cure me, but it does make me feel better.

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Well, My Money's No Good When I'm Up To No Good

The number two has been everywhere this weekend. My beautiful boys won their game Friday night by a slim margin of two points. I've got two stories fighting it out in my head. I'm trying to decide between two courses of action. And, I got some good news that also came with a twin. More on that later, when I have more to say.

I'm so ready for a nice, long weekend and some BBQ with the family. I hope everyone enjoys their Memorial Day weekend. In honor of the way things are going, I might just have two extra drinks instead of just one. I also thought a little extra Man Candy would kick off the weekend perfectly. My judgement was right on, don't you think?

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I Believe The Children Are Our Future

I can only hope that there are more kids out there like this one. Go on, boy!! If he were my son, he would so have a pony right now! It makes me optimistic for the future and the next generation. Let's just hope he grows up to be a kick-ass president or CEO or maybe even an erotica writer. Hell, by the look of it, he could do it all. And, let's hope Colorado becomes the next state to get its head out of its ass and support gay marriage.


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I'm So Excited, I Can't Wait to Meet You There

When I work, I need music. Usually, I just pop in the iPod and go to town. But, today, I felt like something different. So, I turned on the television. I know it sounds counter intuitive, but my television has a special feature. XM satellite radio. Scanning through, I found a station that sounded good. 90's alternative and Grunge. The station was called Lithium. Fitting, I thought.

As I typed, song after song from my youth came through the speakers. Better Than Ezra, Hole, Foo Fighters, Green Day, Smashing Pumpkins. It was as if the station had been made for me. It just kept getting better. When I heard Tomorrow by Silverchair, I was hooked. While I wrote, the songs just kind of seeped into my subconscious. It was a good day.

Now that the story is finished and whisking its way through the inter-webs, I'm still listening to Lithium. There are just so many good songs. It really takes me back. Hey, wait. That just gave me another idea for a story.


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And The Company Is Continually Struck Dumb

I'm speechless. And, busy. Simply enjoy the Candy.

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With All My Might I Scored a Strike, My Friend You Wouldn't Believe

It's been a weekend of ups and downs. I didn't get as much accomplished as I would have liked, but sometimes that's what weekends are for.

I had just started my lazy Sunday, when I got an email alert from the lovely people at Coffee Time Romance, letting me know that they had reviewed the Sweaty Sex anthology, which contains my story, Head Pin. The anthology received four cups, and my story got some nice words as well. Here is the review of my story.

"Gracie works at her father’s bowling alley and in her spare time likes to play a couple of games. There is just something about the sport that keeps her coming back for more.

Chase is a celebrity of sorts, coming back to town after his PBA tour. When he enters his old hangout, the bowling alley, it seems he is finally home.

Before he left, Gracie and Chase shared a memorable kiss that has lasted with her all this time. When he shows up with the same cocky grin, she knows her feelings for him have not changed at all. Will Chase just tease her again like he did before, or will he finally take things further?

Ms. Champa impressed me with this story; I really was enchanted with every moment. The history between Chase and Gracie was perfectly told and brought a feeling of nostalgia to me. Head Pin had such a great quality to it, I found myself falling not only for this story but for the characters as well."--Danielle@Coffee Time

So, that lifted my tired spirits and got my Sunday off to a great start. You can read the full review here, and the anthology can be purchased at Ravenous Romance for a very nice price.

I'm off to get some lunch and get to work. I thought I'd leave you with an excerpt of my story Head Pin, just to get the juices flowing. Who knows? Maybe you'll be inspired to bowl a game or two.

Head Pin

I tried to walk away, but Chase followed me to the office. I pushed the door closed in his face, but he continued to follow me. Sitting down, I tried to ignore him staring down at me, tried to ignore the fire he had started in my stomach and my pussy. God, being mad at him felt better than it should have. I was angry and horny all at the same time.

“That’s a very convincing argument, Gracie. But, I think you are protesting too much.”

“Really, Shakespeare, is that what you think? I’m just so desperate to have you that I spend all my time stalking you just to get a vicarious thrill.”

“Hey, you said it, I didn’t. I’m just saying you seem awfully bothered by something that is really none of your concern.”

“It is if you are fucking on my property, you dolt.”

“As you know, we didn’t actually get the chance to fuck here. I had to take her back to my place and bonk her senseless there. So, in fact that part shouldn’t concern you at all.”

Despite my best efforts to hide it, my face was now fully red. Hearing him talk like that was driving me mad. I stood up again, under the guises of pushing his ass out the door. But, all I did was move closer to him, just as close as we were that night at his party. Too close.

“Chase, what you do and who you do don’t matter to me. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it darling. I’m just trying to figure out why you hate me so much. Is it still because I wouldn’t be your silly little boyfriend all those years ago? Or is it because I never called after I left town? You really did miss me, didn’t you?”

I found myself against the door; somehow I had let him press me back against the particleboard. I felt his knee slide between mine, pressing into my thighs. I couldn’t see straight anymore. He put his hand up against the door, trapping me. Not that there was anywhere else on earth I wanted to be at that moment. The thunder of the pins was nothing compared to the beating of my heart in my chest. I was sure he could hear it even with all the noise. I had to get control back.

“I didn’t miss you Chase, not even a little bit. I hate to tell you, but my life moved on.”

“Clearly, because after all, here you are. Just like when I left. I thought you’d sworn off this place.”

“I got over it. College was fun and all, but this is where I belong.”

“Well, this is where I belong.”

I couldn’t tell if he meant in town, or in front of me. He leaned an inch closer, his mouth right above mine. If I had wanted to, I could have kissed him. God, if I wanted to. I needed to.

“Come on Gracie, you know you want to. Just kiss me. I won’t tell anyone.”

I closed my eyes and left them shut for a few seconds longer than I needed to. When I opened them, I saw it. That damned smirk; that shit-eating grin I had seen that night. The one I had been confronted with ever since he came back. The one that mocked me and made my blood boil. And, not in the good way. I gathered all my strength and pushed him back away from me. I felt like the air had finally returned to the room. He looked at me and I could tell he was all too pleased with himself.

“Suit yourself, Gracie. You know where to find me. When you come to your senses.”

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Fun Is Never Easy, It's An Occupation

I don't know when I got so obedient. But, when Alison Tyler asked for tattoo pictures, I couldn't resist sending her a couple. And, of course, she has created a blog on the subject, which you can find right here, featuring me. Check it out. I said, GO. Why isn't anyone listening to me?

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I Might Like You Better If We Slept Together

While I was out with my good friend Janis, trying to mend her broken heart with liquor, we got to talking about sex. Shocking, I know. Two drunk girls talking about sex. Anyway, she informed me that if she slept with one more guy, she'd officially be in slut territory. Now, I won't reveal her number (or mine either), but sufficed to say, it is, in my humble opinion, no where near slut territory. Slut and Janis aren't even in the same area code. And, I don't even believe in sluttiness. Not really.

But, it made me wonder why she would think so. I mean, what number makes a slut? 5, 10, 25? When you think about it, if you start having sex when you are 16, and you are 32 now, and you've been with 25 people, that's less than 3 people a year. That is no slut.

I don't mind the word slut, I guess I just don't like what it means. Sex shouldn't have so many damned labels. Certainly not ones that make you feel bad. Your number of partners is your number. It isn't good or bad. It's just choices. And, arbitrary value judgments on numbers of partners is crazy--for men or women. People feel bad when it's too high, and bad when it's too low. I say enough already. Sex is wonderful and we should start treating it better.

That is part of the reason I do what I do. We shouldn't shy away from our sexuality, or try and regulate it by labeling it bad or slutty. With erotica, and sharing my writing with other people, I hope that in some small way I can make sex a more positive thing.

Besides, who cares about numbers? And, while we are on the subject, does that number have to include blow jobs? Then, I need to change my answer.

P.S. Blogger spell check does not recognize the word sluttiness. It offers as alternatives the following: smuttiness, sultriness, lustiness. I like that. Good for Blogger. It agrees with me.

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Never Late, Always On Time For The Show

Today was the official last day of my semester. I went to campus for the last time, to pick up my final project for my nonfiction class. I was very proud of my portfolio, having put a lot of time and effort into its construction. Plus, the professor had promised us all some apple crisp. How could I not show up?

All year long, I strove for that elusive 100%. Knowing it is a near impossibility, I kept fighting for it. But, alas, it was not to be. My portfolio grade was. . . .99%. That's right. 99%. I have to say, that is still a first for me. Near perfection turns out to be a pretty good substitute. As someone wise once said, "Perfection is the realm of the creator." So, instead of pouring over my portfolio for the 1% it lacked, I will graciously accept my 99%, knowing that it is in the flaws that the true beauty lies.


I will truly miss going to class every week. I learned a lot. When the professor told me today that I was a great writer, I couldn't help but look away and blush. Why is it that compliments are so hard to accept? Maybe someone should teach a class on that. I'd take it.
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All That You're Concealing Are The Things That Are Good In You

It was a very busy weekend. Friday, it was drinks with my heartbroken friend, Janis. She had to let a boy go, even though she loves him very much. Needless to say, shots of Jager were involved. I don't know how much good it did, but I was happy to be with her in her hour of need. All those drinks made it hard to stay up late, but I pushed through. I had to, the footy was on. After another win, it was time for some 3 am pillow talk and then bed.

Saturday was all about me and my man. A day trip, some delicious Mexican food and some cannoli for the road. I know they don't exactly go together, but when in Little Italy calls, you have to answer.


Sunday was lazy. Even though I didn't head home to see my Mom, she was well taken care of by my siblings, and we chatted on the phone. She truly is a saint, and I got a chance to tell her just how much I appreciate her. Though, I prefer real hugs to virtual ones.

Now, it's time for another week. I wasn't terribly productive over the weekend, but I've got some stories bubbling up at the moment. I can't wait to get them down. Enjoy your Man Candy. Here's to a good start to the week.
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Help Me Make The Most Of Freedom And Of Pleasure

It has been an adventure, but today my semester comes to an end. My last classes, my last assignment and the end of my tenure as a "non-traditional" student. I had fun, but I can't say that it was roses and candy. It got on my nerves a lot, but mostly, it was cool to stretch myself, write something I normal wouldn't and get to know some of the kids again.

I got to do things I never thought I would. Like being the teacher's pet and striving for that perfect grade (which I never got). I'm hoping for two A's however, and I think I'll get them. That will have to be good enough for my new found perfectionist side. I'm not sure if she'll be sticking around, but it was nice to try out for a while.

Now, it's back to the tasks at hand. Writing nonfiction has opened my eyes to all kinds of new possibilities. I'm off to explore them. Wish me luck.
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Planning a Future of Failures Inflicted in Phone Calls

Sorry I'm so late to the Man Candy party. But, I had to recover from my weekend. I'm still depressed over my 22 point loss, and I was working a major sleep deficit. I have resurfaced, and, I'm ready to start my week.

I got some good news this weekend. Alison Tyler put up some smoking hot reviews of Playing With Fire on the book blog of the same name. And, Coffee Time Romance put up a good review of the Men In Shorts anthology published by Ravenous Romance. Both books happen to feature yours truly.

Now that I am fortified, I can get to work. Enjoy the candy, I know I will.

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Rising Up To The Challenge of Our Rival

A few months ago, the lovely Kathryn O'Halloran invited me to join her Australian Rules Football fantasy league. How could I say no? I do love my men in tiny shorts. But, I made the mistake of inviting my husband to join the league as well. Now, we a pitted against each other this week in a battle for supremacy. This weekend, it's war. My team, Ranga Management versus his team, Footy Pajamas.

The rules of Dreamteam, as it is called, are different than our fantasy leagues here in the states. Instead of choosing from one big pool of players with no two teams having the same guys, in Dreamteam, you can choose whomever you want, just as long as you stay under your salary cap. Since my hubby and I follow the same team, we have quite a few players in common. That complicates the whole winning thing. I just have to hope I chose correctly and the footy gods smile on me.

So, wish me luck in kicking his ass. I'm going to need it.

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