A Body Your Mind Won't Allow

As I write this, I am still hacking. This cough is persistent. And, what's worse, my voice is almost completely gone. In a way that's not all cool and breathy and sexy, but squeaky and lame.

But, I won't let anything deter me from bringing you Man Candy.

Here's to a good week, and hopefully my ability to verbalize will return shortly. I'll keep you posted.

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Show A Little Passion Baby, Show A Little Style

I often wonder if there are any taboos left in the world. With every thing you could think of fetishized and championed with its own following on the Internet, it is hard to believe there is anything out there that can shock most people.

Filament Magazine stumbled upon one of the last remaining taboos out there. The sight of a hard cock in a magazine that isn't aimed at gay men. Women wouldn't want to see that, would they? I mean, us meek and mild women don't even get off visually, right? We'd rather read the flowery language and sweeping scenes of the romance novel and let the long haired and non-threatening man on the cover fill our minds with thoughts of marriage and babies. Give me a big, fucking break. That might be one way to do it, but its certainly not the only way.

I don't know about all women, I can only speak for me. But, I like looking at hot guys. Naked, not naked, hard, not hard, I have a pretty open policy about the hotness I like to peep. God forbid, there is a magazine out there that wants to cater to the women of the world who aren't content to sneak gay porn to look at hot men, who want a women's magazine that doesn't feature an anorexic model on the cover and isn't filled with details about how to look and dress better.

Filament took a lot of heat for proposing such ideas, setting off a media frenzy and sparking much debate about erect vs. non-erect penises in print. In the end, with the help of reasonable and probably horny people, they met their sales goals and will now feature some hot, hard men in their second issue. I'm pleased to also be a part of that issue. My story, One Night Only, is gracing the same pages as some very happy, hard men. And, the story is on page 69. How great is that?

So, if you are in the UK, get out there and get a copy come September 1, or get online (every where else) and grab yours. Help Filament stick there finger in the eye of the establishment and help get rid of antiquated attitudes and ideas about what women want. Plus, it is just a really cool fucking magazine. I also want to thank the ladies of Erotica Cover Watch, not just for some of the images used in this blog, but for their amazing support of Filament and the fight to get the second issue published the right way. You ladies rock.

Stay tuned for Filament related give-aways and more updates as the magazine rolls out.

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My Face Is Red, I Stand Corrected

I'm lousy at taking compliments. My husband has been telling me I'm beautiful for damn near 13 years and I still don't believe him. I've managed to finally say Thank You, which used to be a big challenge for me. But, I'm still not comfortable with the idea of being told I'm good, great or fabulous.

I've become aware of this affliction again recently, as I've been hit with a barrage of amazing and humbling praise. Every time someone says something nice, I'm momentarily struck dumb. Me? You're talking about me? Can't be.

So imagine my surprise when the lovely Neve Black approached me with a proposition. She is doing readings at a place called the Literary Cafe the last Saturday of every month and she wanted to know if it would be okay if she read some of my stuff this coming Saturday. Her exact words? "I think you're an amazing writer and I'd like to celebrate that." I mean, WOW. Right? Needless to say, I said sure. What bigger compliment is there than that? I'm still processing it. Check back with me in a few years and I might have it worked out. There will be video, so stay tuned.

I don't know how or why this whole thing started, but I've always been the first in line to kick my own ass, dwell on every mistake and take myself to task for every bad decision. Hearing nice stuff tends to put that part of me into a tailspin. I'm working on it, but it is a slow process.

I am truly, madly, deeply grateful. No amount of words could express how much. I'll keep working on saying those two little words with more gusto. But, the blushing is going to take some more time.

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Constantly Bailing Out Water, But Still Like I'm Gonna Sink

Just when I was thinking about what a great run of good health I've been on, I wind up coughy and achy. Luckily, I'm on a bit of down time. Not much, but it might just be enough to get myself better in a hurry.

If only I had a doctor like this, it might speed the recovery. Man Candy is always the best medicine. Now, I'm going to grab a lozenge and head back to the couch.

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Some Might Exchange A Glance, But Keep Pretending To Dance

When Alison Tyler asks for something, she usually gets it. Yesterday, she asked us to post a spanking story and I am happy to oblige.

Recently, The Erotic Woman featured my story, Spend or Save, and it just so happens to showcase a little spanking. So, I figured I'd give you a little taste.


*Spend or Save*

“What am I going to do with you, Tara? What are we going to do about all of this?”

His tone wasn’t angry anymore. That didn’t surprise me either. Jake always had trouble staying mad at me, even when I did something really dumb.

I was surprised, however, by his mouth on my neck, gently biting my skin. My bra was soon on the floor, and I leaned back into him and let his hands roam over my body. Just as I relaxed into him and his teasing fingers on my nipples, he stopped. Suddenly, he had my wrists together in his hand, pulling me down towards the footboard of the bed. I tired to break free, but he was too strong. Grabbing a scarf from the pile, he quickly knotted it around my hands and then to the metal frame. I pulled on my restraint, but it was too tight.
“This isn’t funny, Jake. Let me go.”

He just smiled down at me. I was bent at the waist, my face close to the mattress.

“Oh, I don’t think so, honey. I think you need to be punished for what you did. For lying to me, for breaking my trust. What else am I supposed to do? You won’t listen, and I only have one other idea.”

He ran a hand over my back, before smacking my ass, lightly. The jolt of contact sent me forward, another surprise from my gentle boyfriend. He slapped again, just hard enough to let me know he was serious. Any thoughts I had about him joking were out the window.

“Let’s have a look at some of these shoes.”

Weeding through the pile, he found the purple Kenneth Cole again. Holding it by the heel, he looked it over.

“Pretty. How much did they cost?”

Before I could answer, he slapped the sole against my skin. Once, twice, three times more, the shoe hit my ass. I gasped, not so much from the pain, but from the whole situation. It was making me impossibly hot, something I had not expected.

“Three Hundred.”

With that answer, another three hits came down on my flesh. It hurt more than I expected, but each hit turned me on more than the last. This new side of Jake was having a huge effect on me. He put down the shoe, and reached for another from the stack. It was the black Jimmy Choo I had bought months before.

“What about this one? What did this set us back?”

He ran the suede gently over my ass, now hot from the spanking.

“I don’t remember. Maybe four hundred.”

The words were just out of my mouth when the next barrage came. I lost count of how many times he spanked the beautiful shoe against my ass. Over and over I felt the sting on my skin, the small sole radiating pain out and over my whole body. My panties were soaked through, and I felt the sweat forming on my face. Jake stopped and stood behind me, admiring his work.

“You should see how red your ass is.”

I jumped when I felt the palm of his hand. The gentle rubbing felt like sand paper, his touch not doing a thing to soothe me. Soon his fingers found their way to my pussy, and he teased me through the wet fabric.

“My, my. You must be enjoying yourself. Maybe you did all this on purpose, to finally get me to spank you. You could have just asked, you know.”

He shucked off my thong, pulling it down over the soft leather of my new boots.

“These really are nice boots. Especially from this view. I think they were made for this.”

His hands slid up my thighs, continuing up until they came to my nipples, which were hard and aching for attention. Teasing me, I felt his hard cock through his pants, rubbing my raw bottom. But, he didn’t stay for long. The spanking kept going. Chanel, Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin. They all had their turn on my searing, hot flesh.

Finally, he stopped torturing me, leaving the rest of the shoes in the mess around me. My wrists ached from the scarf, and I was desperate for him to fuck me. I whimpered, begging him to fuck me, to release the ache he started inside me. Just when I thought he was going to leave me there, his fingers slipped easily into my cunt. He leaned down and kissed me, softly. His gentle side didn’t stay for long, as he put his hand in my hair, pulling my head back. I couldn’t take much more. I whimpered again as the pain shot straight to my pussy.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

I nodded, pushing myself back onto his thrusting fingers. I think deep down, we both knew I would never be reformed. I heard his belt open, his zipper slowly being lowered.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

He groaned as he finally entered me with his hard cock. He fucked me slow, bumping into my tender ass with each thrust. I murmured promises of willpower, self control and no more shoes. But, as my eyes scanned over the bed, I realized there was a sale at Saks next week. After all, he hadn’t said anything about purses, had he?


I hope that starts your weekend off right. I know it works for me.
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I'm On A Boat, Motherfucker, Don't You Ever Forget

I've made no secret about my love of the Tim Tam. They are so brilliant, Target brought them to our shores from the great and powerful Oz. But, the joy was short-lived as they disappeared in March. The time we spent together was magical, and I was resigned to never experiencing the American Tim Tam again.

But, the benevolent Gods at Pepperidge Farms have seen fit to bring the Tim Tam back EVERY YEAR. Conveniently enough, as soon as footy ends, the Tim Tams begin. October through March, the Tim Tam will be available at Target stores in Original, Caramel and now, Dark Chocolate.

Thank you so much, Pepperidge Farms. I'm so glad all those emails and calls didn't go to waste. The best part is, you can follow the progress of the Tim Tams right here. That's right. They're on a boat.
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When Frank Smiles Only Make It Worse

After an exhausting weekend, where I actually got some last minute work done, I'm actually looking forward to my week starting, so I can get a break. My anniversary weekend really wore me out!

I'll allow my Man Candy to speak for itself today. It's so yummy. Now, I'm off to relax. My sunburned face needs some time to heal and my sore muscles need a break.

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In The Midst I Think Of You, And How It Used To Be

During the summer of 1999, I was spending my time baking in the hot sun and hanging around with a lot of men in tight pants. Translation: I worked Community Relations for a minor league baseball team. For very little money and for very long hours, I toiled doing such things as corralling a mascot, finding people to sing the National Anthem and driving players around to entertain little league kids.

In between all of this and the countless other crazy things I did that summer, I found time to plan a wedding and marry the man I love. We were young, stupid and poor. Gas was 98 cents a gallon. Oh, how I love that time.

It was a sweltering day, and despite the fact that I was wearing pantyhose, a huge crinoline filled slip, a bustier and a two piece wedding dress, I was surprisingly cool. As soon as I stepped to the front of the room and grabbed the hands of my beloved, the thunder sounded, lightening struck and the heavens opened. We ignored this clear sign of disapproval from God and proceeded. That day 10 years ago is burned into my memory as the best damned day of my life.

There are way too many reasons I love him, too many examples of the amazing things he does, too many jokes we've shared to go into on a blog post. But, I needed to say something, to put a few words down about my man, the greatest guy in the world.

I love you, baby. Now, today, tomorrow and always. 10 years. . . .Crazy.
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So Wouldn't It Be Nice If We Could Live Twice In Just One Life

While at Borders the other day, I was standing in the magazine section, looking at my luscious Man Candy in DNA Magazine. Just then, the door opened and a little girl came skipping past, singing about how she was going to get a cookie. My response took me by surprise. I was jealous.

As happy as I ever am, I don't know if it would be appropriate to skip and sing about it in public. I think people might even look at me funny if I was out in town singing about how glad I am to be in an anthology or how much I love my shoes. This little girl was so happy, she just had to express it. I wish we didn't have to lose that as adults. Or, it we don't lose it, we sure have to hide it.

So, maybe, just maybe today I'm gonna sing a little. Sing about how great meeting everyone last night was. Sing about how happy I am to be in the air conditioning and sing a bit while I'm making my lunch. Who wants to come skip with me?

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I'll Be Alone, Dancing, You Know It Baby

RIP John Hughes

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So At The Top Of My Lungs To The Tips Of Their Tongues

My roof is steep. It would take a big, tall ladder to get up there. Which may be the reason our rain spout has been clogged for months. But, I digress. The reason I mention my roof is that I wish it were lower, so I could climb up and shout. I have some great news, and I really want a lot of people to hear it. I guess this blog will just have to do.

Remember yesterday? If not, don't fret. I barely do either. But, you may recall I mentioned some secret news. Well, turns out, you didn't have to wait very long to find out. My story, After the Happily Ever After, is part of an amazing Harlequin anthology edited by the fabulous Alison Tyler. The title? Alison's Wonderland. What else would it be? Go right here for the whole kick-ass line up. It is formidable and I am truly humbled and flat-out fucking honored to be a part of it.

In more shout-it-out-loud news, Violet Blue unveiled the new cover for Best Women's Erotica 2010 which features my story, Amy. The cover is super hot, just like the book. I can't wait to see the finished product.

So, now that I've climbed up here, what else should I shout about?

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Walk With Me With The Rapture Inside

The laundry is done and we are back home. It wasn't nearly as painful as it could have been. Now I'm finally ready to get back down to business. It should prove to be a busy couple of weeks, but for now it is manageable. That could change at any time, of course. But, despite my sore typing fingers and my too-full brain, things are going well.

While I was away in the woods, I managed to receive a few emails with very good news indeed. Some of it will have to remain a secret for now, despite the fact that I am bursting to tell someone. I promise you'll be the first to know, when the time is right. But, in the meantime, there is some good news I can report. My story, Past or Present, will be featured in the upcoming anthology, Coming Together: Into the Light edited by Alessia Brio. Not only does it include some fabulous writers, the introduction is by none other than Candida Royalle. The added bonus is that all proceeds benefit V-Day, which fights violence against women. Needless to say, I'm excited and thrilled to be a part of it.

Sunday, I'm meeting up with some fabulous writers for a lovely dinner just down the road. It should prove a nice break to my hectic week. I can hardly wait. Now, back to work. These sex scenes aren't going to write themselves.
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Just Put That Hammer Down And Give It Hell

Well, I'm now leaving Maine. On my way back to civilization and back to home. It was a good trip, lots of fun and lots of rain. But, it was worth it.

Just wanted to drop a blog post before we get on the road to let everyone know that my story, Fashionably Late, is available in the new anthology Ultimate Curves, from Xcite Books. Plus, I couldn't leave without giving you your Man Candy, now could I?

So much to do when I get home. The laundry alone will be killer. But first, 9 hours in the car. . .

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