Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Hump Day ~ Speaking of Sex


The many languages of sex is today's hump day theme. 

British: shag
Bulgarian: cexc
Catalan: sexe
Croatian: spol
Czech: sest
Dutch: seks
Estonia: sugu
Filipino: kasasian
Finnish: sukupuoli
French: sexe
Hindi: sambhog
Hungarian: szex
Irish: gneas
Icelandic: kynlif
Indonesian: seks
Italian: sesso
Latin: sexus
Latvian: dzimums
Lithuanian: lytis
Maltese: sess
Polish: seks
Portuguese: sexo
Russian: cekc
Spanish: seis
Swahili: ngono
Turkish: seks
Welsh: rhyw

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Sensual Saturday ~ If I


If I
by Heaven O’Shey
If I give you my voice,
Will you let it be heard?
If I give you my body,
Will you protect it?
If I give you my spirit,
Will you keep it free?
If I give you my heart,
Will you care for it?
If I give you my soul,
Will you cherish it?
If I give you all of me,
Will you treasure me?

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Trust Us Gets 4 Cups from Coffee Time Romance


"This book combines an excellent romantic suspense with the eroticism of a BDSM ménage. Clay and Blade are excellent alpha heroes, even if they are a bit too heavy handed at times. Their mistakes in their courtship of Bri make the story even more interesting. Bri’s ex-husband and his cohorts make up a team of some of the vilest villains that I have ever read about. The author gradually builds the romantic tension, as well as the suspense aspects. I have been at the edge of my seat by the end of the story. I really like Bri’s character and understand her need for secrecy, despite the unusually open society in Love’s Bayou. The other characters are also very well written and real. I am looking forward to my next trip to Love’s Bayou."
Maura
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
The full review can be seen on Coffee Time Romance & More.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Hump Day ~ Meaningless and Random Sex


Hump Day ~ Meaningless and Random Sex
by Heaven O'Shey

What makes a person want to engage in meaningless and random sex with a stranger? Is it because of a person’s looks? Their come ons? The thrill? The adventure? Wanting something strange?

Is having your itch scratch so important that you’ll do anyone and everyone? Even if the partner with whom you are having sex with, has absolutely nothing in common with you?

If someone approaches you for a one night stand, how would you feel? We are talking about someone who is not interested in you as a person or wants to have any kind of conversation. That person just wants you to go to their place and have a night of sex.

Why would a person risk contracting an STD, losing a significant other, being seen by a co-worker or family member, chance of pregnancy, and lowering one’s self for just a night of sex. Do you think a real relationship with someone you have taken the time to know be more meaningful and satisfying? 

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Crying is Easy, Living is Hard


Crying is Easy, Living is Hard
By Heaven O'Shey

Sometimes life throws us curve balls and tries to strike us out of the game. We can either swing away hoping we hit the ball or wait for right pitch. The decision is ours to make. I have been thrown a lot of curves and have managed to stay in the game. After scoring in one inning, the next was even harder to wait for the right pitch.

This is how life has been for me this year. Not the easiest of years, quite the opposite, but I persevered. The last few months have been the hardest. I just had a simple surgery that was supposed to clear up things, and then five days later I received the call. The news was devastating and everything seemed to blur for a few minutes. As the news sunk in, the tears began to fall. On the way home with one of the most unsupportive person in my life, I had to regain my composure.

Finally home, I called one of my dearest friends for support, I needed to talk to someone with knowledge and positive thinking. After that I began letting a few know, they were expecting the call. One of my family members ended up hearing the news before I could relay it in the fashion I knew they could comprehend. This person began to act like I did a terrible thing in not telling them first, and started all kinds of drama. So instead of being able to collect my thoughts and do research like I wanted to I had to deal with childishness of this person.

Later that night while lying in my bed contemplating the situation I was facing, my eyes watered up again. Yet, the tears didn’t fall this time. I scolded myself. I told myself, “Crying is easy. You have to fight this thing and you haven’t accomplished all the things you are meant to.”

The next morning, I got up with determination. Although, I still had to deal with the other person’s selfishness, I kept calm and did what I needed to do for myself. This person failed to realize they hadn’t really been there for me when I needed someone. This was the time I needed support and would reach out to the people I know would be there for me.

A few weeks later, another situation was revealed although, not as disturbing as the pervious news. I was expecting a good report, and was upset that I had another ordeal to face. As I sat alone thinking of all these life altering situations, the tears started to fall yet again. However, only for a few minutes did I allow myself to cry; afterwards I scolded myself and began to rationalize the situation.

Finally, I remembered one of my favorite sayings, “Everything happens for a reason.” If it wasn’t for the previous news the current one would have never been discovered and is just as dangerous as the first. I still have a few at bats left in the game, but I know I will score instead of striking out.

Yes, crying is easy, but not feeling sorry for oneself and get on with living is harder.

I would like to thank God and the people who supported me when I needed them. 

Monday, October 1, 2012

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Answer Me


According to some recent blogs I have read on lifestyle sites, in the comment they have received, common sense is still not so common. There are still Doms and subs who toss all caution and logic aside when it comes to a potential BDSM relationship. The same people who would not hesitate to question and demands answers in a vanilla setting seem to feel awkward and intimidated when meeting someone in the lifestyle.

Some Doms scoff at a sub’s request for information, and imply that her lack of trust means she is not really submissive. Sadder still, some submissives believe this line of BS from a Dom wannabe.

Even if it is only a casual meeting for coffee in a public place and in the daytime, safety precautions should be openly discussed and agreed upon in advance.

A submissive can often tell a lot about a Dom’s character in his veracity by informing him upfront that she is checking his references. Whether she decides to do so or not, he is on notice that if there are discrepancies in what he told her, they will come to light. If he has something to hide, he can choose to come clean or bow out.

Any Dom unwilling to provide basic information, agree to precautions such as safe calls, and answer appropriate questions should raise a red flag to a sub. Real Doms will welcome interaction with an intelligent and responsible submissive. 

Monday, September 24, 2012

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Men Love Bitches


What is a bitch anyway? According to several online dictionaries, the consensus is that this slang term for an adult female refers to women who are spiteful, arrogant, overbearing, and obnoxious.

Wow! Why would anyone ever aspire to be a bitch? The answer is simple. A lot of men are not only attracted to and amused by these unpleasant creatures, they actually seem to dote on them. To other females (and some males) the very sound or sight of the word bitch elicits a shudder at the thought of encountering one of these she-monsters.

My most recent experiences have been with bitches who were trophy wives or girlfriends. Generally they were younger, beautiful, often surgically enhanced, and confident of their hold on the man they were with. These women are seen in vanilla and BDSM settings, and although they usually irritate the women around them, seem to fascinate at least some, if not all, of the men.

In talking with some of these men, it would seem they are not as passive and clueless as one might think. Some have admitted to me that women who are too polite and agreeable remind them of their mothers, grandmothers, aunts or Sunday School teachers.

In other words, too much sugar and spice in a relationship is just plain boring and is a turn off for a lot of men. Some will never admit it but will spend more time at work or with their hobbies. Others will seek out the company of loud and opinionated women who challenge and excite them. Even though they may not be able to tolerate daily doses of the extreme drama, these woman do seem to have an irresistible lure to men.

A good lesson for us less more polite females might be to let our inner bitch peek out every now and then. This should be done only briefly and in a playful and unpredictable fashion. Unlike some full-time bitches we don't want to overplay our hands and drive a man away, but rather keep him always coming back for more.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Tight Spaces: Double Dare Club by Kenra Daniels


Thanks for having me here today. As you know, I'm celebrating the release of my new Erotic Romance novella, "Tight Spaces: Double Dare Club #1". All the stories in the Double Dare Club series will be connected in some way to the Double Dare Night Club, a fairly large night club in a smallish town. One or both of the couple might work in the Double Dare, or they might just have a fender bender in the parking lot. Either way, the stories will all be scorching hot and end with a nice beginning for a relationship.

In addition to the Kick-Off Blog Tour, I'm holding a Giveaway to celebrate. On Oct 13, I'll announce the winners of 3 copies of the Kindle edition of "Tight Spaces", a $10 Amazon Gift Card, and I'm working on a couple of other prizes, but I don't have confirmation yet, so I can't announce them. To enter, stop by the Rafflecopter below, or visit my site.'
To whet your appetite for "Tight Spaces", I've included an excerpt below, or you can stop by my website for more info.

A lonely woman goes dancing with friends to kick the Bad Breakup Anniversary Blues. Her fantasy-man is willing to help, until her lowlife ex ambushes him.

With the first anniversary of the messy break up of a long-term relationship bearing down, Amy has the blues. When her friends suggest an evening at the Double Dare, she reluctantly agrees to go along. She doesn't do the casual sex thing, but it'll be good to spend time with her friends.
Seeing Jesse at the Double Dare immediately cheers her up. She's fantasized over him for months. The evening gets more pleasant as they heat up the dance floor. Things go from hot to sizzling, until her ex shows up and confronts Amy in a low blow. Will his interference deter Jesse and Amy from continuing what could be the start of something wonderful?

Excerpt: She joined several other club-goers in the line at the door and waited her turn to be admitted. The odor of mingled perfumes, colognes, BO, and cigarette smoke made her stomach roll a little before she became accustomed to it. The neon sign suspended on the wall several feet overhead flashed, eerily illuminating the faces of those waiting in bursts of red, green and blue. Macabre shadows danced around, at odds with the nearly tangible sense of eagerness emanating from most. Amy shook the images from her head before they could take root. A long-time fan of horror fiction and the paranormal, such idle fancies had a way of setting up housekeeping in her imagination, only to reappear later as nightmares.
Amy let her gaze wander over those ahead of her in the line, trying to assess their status. Some were easy to tell, couples leaning against one another, lost in their own secret world. A few lone males stood out, conspicuous in their rarity. Nearly everyone in the line had at least one companion.
A trio of barely legal guys stared at Amy, bold as brass, and talking in low voices with an occasional laugh thrown in. They didn't bother to keep their topic of discussion private, wondering aloud which of them Amy would choose to fuck first.
A young woman, svelte in a black mini dress, pin straight platinum blonde hair swinging about her ass, approached Amy from the side. "Watch out for those guys." She indicated the three young men with a nod of her head. "They won't take no for an answer, even if it means following a girl out of the parking lot at closing. And it looks like they've picked you for their target tonight." She moved away before Amy could ask any questions.
Amy decided to take the warning seriously. A smart woman didn't take that kind of chance. She deliberately avoided making eye contact when the one in the middle tried to smile at her.
The young man drew sullen brows down when she refused to play the game, to the delight of his companions. "Uptight bitch. Be seeing you."
The very real threat in his tone sent a chill down Amy's spine. As a precaution, she surreptitiously studied all three, memorizing their faces and clothing, intent on giving them wide berth. If she never saw them again, it would be too soon. Satisfied she could easily recognize the troublemakers, she turned her attention elsewhere.
A nice-looking guy, with definite potential, near the front of the line looked her over. Before she could return his smile, a leggy redhead in painted on jeans and a translucent top approached from the parking lot and joined him. Amy gave him a rueful grin and made a point of looking elsewhere.
Finally, the doors opened, and the line started to move. The doorman checked IDs, turning away one young couple with fakes. By the time Amy made it to the front of the line, the heavily muscled man had relaxed a little, and started flirting with some of the women in the line. When Amy's turn came, he gave her a nod while his blue gaze flicked up and down, taking in her appearance.
His smile broadened when his gaze arrived at her generous breasts. "That's an awfully nice dress for a dump like this, Sweetheart." His voice, rumbly and intimate, sent a charge directly to Amy's pussy.
She licked her lips before answering, causing heat to flare in his eyes. "It's my favorite, so I decided what the hell."
"If you get tired of the jerks inside, come on back out and keep me company a while. I know how to treat a lady." His voice promised a good time.
Feeling especially daring, Amy made of point of letting her skirt brush against his pant leg as she walked past. "I'll just bet you do." With a long look over her shoulder, she headed on through the heavy steel door.
God! Had she really done that? Embarrassment heated her cheeks. Never in her life had she behaved that way! Every male without sight would read her actions as coming from a bitch in heat. Hopefully those young jerks hadn't paid attention. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to resist paying her a visit.

Author bio:
Kenra Daniels lives in a tiny rural community in north eastern Kentucky with her very own Romance Novel Hero. In addition to Erotic Romance, Kenra writes Paranormal Romance, and has plans for Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and a few other things. She has a completely new paranormal being in development and will soon start those stories. With multiple other projects in the works, time and energy are her only limits.

Author's Links:
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Thursday Thoughts ~ Southern Girls II


A southern girl is a girl who knows full and well that she can open a door for herself but prefers for the gentleman to do it because it demonstrates a sense of respect. After all, every girl wants to be treated like a princess. We pick our battles and fight with the heart of a pit-bull while still maintaining grace and elegance. Our mystique is that of a soft-spoken, mild-mannered southern belle who could direct an army, loves her momma and will always be daddy’s little girl.

If you’re in love with a southern girl, then raise your glass. If you’re not, then raise your standards.

Southern girls wear their flip flops like they are glass slippers.

The real me is a southern girl with her Levis on and an open heart. Wish I could save the world like I was super girl. The real me is to laugh all night lying in the grass just talking about love.

Hump Day ~ Erotic Humiliation by Dennis Najee


Dennis Najee is an accomplished author in the BDSM community.  His breakthrough publication, An Owned Life, was a best seller and a major hit with those interested in understanding the basics of BDSM.  As a noted teacher, his works explain the different aspects of this lifestyle while assisting people to grow in whatever ways possible.

In his new book Erotic Humiliation he clarifies the confusion associated with the subject.

Is humiliation abuse or is it something that is pleasure?  Is it healthy or is it detrimental?  I put this material together to answer these questions and help clear up some of the confusion that exists regarding this wonderful BDSM technique.  We are going to delve into the different aspects of this idea to determine what erotic humiliation truly is.

Erotic Humiliation can be purchased at Amazon. 


Monday, September 17, 2012

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Minding Your Manners


There is more to an M/s and D/s relationship than having hot and kinky sex. Most Masters and Doms require a sub to adhere to some type of protocol or rules. There are also different occasions of lifestyle activities that all have their own standards of behavior. Failure to abide by the accepted decorum can result in punishment.

This is something that should be discussed between Doms and subs, so that both know what is expected. It is up to the Dominant to set the standards, and ensure that they are followed. By the same token, it is the submissives's responsibility to ask for clarification of anything they do not understand. This does not mean they question the rules, but rather ask exactly how they are to behave or respond, so that they may avoid being disrespectful and disobedient.

For instance, not all Dominants like being addressed as Master or Sir. It is extremely important for a Dominant to convey the title or name they prefer. Submissives should be cautioned about calling all Dominants Master, Sir, Lord, or something similar.

Under no circumstances, should a Dominant be addressed as “dude, bubba, hey you,” or other similar terms which might be said in jest, but which show ignorance and disregard for their own roles and that of the Dominants with whom they interact. Submissives that do not take this seriously or do not comply with their Dom's wishes in this regard show a lack of respect and lack of commitment to the relationship.

Those who are owned and/or controlled by a Dominant should defer to that Domniant's wishes as to how to address others. Depending on the situation, a submissive who is single or unclaimed should ask the Dominant with whom they are interacting how they wish to be addressed.

Minding one’s manners can smooth the way for Dominants and submissives and can show the difference between those who take living the lifestyle seriously and those for whom it is merely a fantasy or a game.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Thursday Thoughts ~ The South


The South where
Tea is sweet
Words are long
Roots are deep
Traditions are strong
It’s “howdy” and “hey y’all”
“Bless your heart”
With a Southern drawl
“Come set a spell”
“Kiss my grits”
“I reckon” and “hissie fits”
“Honey, Sugah, and Darlin”
That girl is “stubborn as a mule”
“Mama didn’t raise no fool”
“I do declare”
“Hush your mouth”
That’s what I love about the South

Monday, September 10, 2012

In Remembrance by Heaven O'Shey


In memoriam of all the innocents, whose lives were cut short by the cowardice of terrorism, lest we forget.

In Remembrance
By Heaven O’Shey

We bow our heads in
Prayers and remembrance
For the souls that perished
Innocent souls
Not of war
Presence cause their slaughter
By the cowardice of the few
With senseless violence
Afraid to use words
To be seen erroneous
In their ignorance they
Failed to see
Words are powerful
More vociferous than the sword
The innocent shall be remembered
The cowards forgotten
Whether in this world or the next
Justice will prevail for the souls lost

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Man Up and Dom Up ~ I Am Not That Bitch


Most mature men and Doms realize that people are individuals, and all have their own unique flaws and virtues. Unfortunately, some men are stuck in their past with memories of someone who has abused and betrayed their trust. They use these dark recollections as a basis for judging other women and as an excuse for refusal to make a real commitment.

By wallowing in the misery of their past, they hinder their own happiness as well as the one who is dependent on their love, acceptance, and sound judgment.

Having known some men of this nature, I can vouch for the frustration of giving your all to someone who still keeps you at an emotional arm’s length. That was my past, but it is not my present, and will not be my future. While I can sympathize and empathize with someone else’s pain, I will not take the blame for wrongs done to them by others. Being an intelligent, mature, kind, honest, and loyal submissive woman, I passionately give all of myself in a relationship. If a man or Dom cannot respect and appreciate me for who I am, then he does not deserve me. How can I give my trust to someone too bitter and cynical to trust me?

Sorry someone hurt you Bubba, but I am not that bitch. 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Sensual Saturday ~ Adrift


Adrift
By Heaven O’Shey

Thunderous skies
In the night
A lone dinghy rocks
In torrential waters
Clinging to the sides
Not to be swept away
Waves crash
Pounding
Soaking
His voice in the wind
Howl my name
Dawn brings
Stillness
Searching for the coast
Pointing the bow
To my heart
Where I long for the
Warmth
Security
Of home

Adrift can be found in A Sensual Thought

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Thursday Thoughts ~ Southern Girls


“Southern girls are God's gift to the entire male population. There is absolutely no woman finer than one raised below the Mason-Dixon line and once you go southern may the good Lord help you - you never go back.” Kenny Chesnee

A true Southern Girl has big hair, a big closet, and a southern accent that will make you weak in the knees.

What makes Southern Women so hot and sexy? Southern Men.

When you hear a Southern Girl say, “Ahhh, hell no.” You better run.

Southern Girls don’t retreat. They reload.

Southern Girls may be steel magnolias, but if take a bite out of that flower you’ll lose some teeth.

"A Southern Girl puts daisies in a mason jar, monograms her towels, and is always blessin someone's little heart."

Southern Girls solves the world’s problems on their front porches.

Hump Day ~ Laughs



Elephant to Camel: "How come you have two huge balls on your back?"
Camel to Elephant: "This from the dude who has a giant penis on his face

When a famous actress was asked how she conveyed such spontaneous genuine emotion in her roles she replied. "When I need to cry in a scene, I think of my sex life. When the script calls for a laugh, I think of my sex life."

Young and horny trophy wife to her much older husband: "Let's go upstairs and make love."
Old man to young wife: "Pick one. I can't do both."

A farmer needed to purchase supplies in town and confessed his problem of getting things home to the man at the general store.
The farmer's purchases consisted of a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. 
The shopkeeper smiled and said. "No problem. Put the anvil in the bucket and carry that in one hand. Put one chicken under each arm. Carry the goose with the other hand.
The farmer did this and all went well for quite a while. As he went on his way, an older lady approached him to ask directions. Since the address was the farm next to his, and he passed it on the way to his home, he told her to follow him. 
As he proceeded to take his usual short cut through the woods, the old lady said. "Wait! How do I know you won't take advantage of a poor lonely widow like me?"
He replied that his hands were full, so that was impossible.
The old lady then answered." Not if you put the goose down, put the bucket over him, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and let me hold the chickens."

Did you hear about the nudist couple who got a divorce? 
Seems they were seeing too much of each other.

Husband to wife: "Let's do 68 tonight."
Wife: "Ok, but what's that?"
Husband: "You do me, and I'll owe ya one."

I hope at least one of these brought a smile to your face today. 
We don't stop laughing when we get old.
We get old when we stop laughing.


Monday, September 3, 2012

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Master Yourself


It has come to my attention that many men seem to feel that just because they want to boss or control someone, this makes them Dominant. When these same people find a submissive desperate and innocent enough to surrender their mind, heart, and body to them, these fellows are truly convinced they must indeed be Masters. Right? Ah, no, Bubba. Unfortunately, many have yet to Master themselves before seeking to rule someone else's life.

A submissive entrusts everything to a Dominant in the belief and hope that he will have her safety and best interest as a priority. She trusts that he will be mature and intelligent enough to make wise choices and decisions for them both as individuals and as a couple.

While one should not expect perfection from another, and misunderstandings and mistakes are inevitable, the submissive is in a very vulnerable position and has every right to expect humane treatment and conscientious attention to details of the relationship. Her physical and mental health is at stake.

When a Dominant has expended time and effort to Master himself physically, mentally, and emotionally, the formidable task of being responsible for another's life is much smoother, simpler, and stress free for both parties.

A Dominant who over indulges in or misuses food, alcohol, illegal or prescription drugs, or one who embraces a sedentary lifestyle has not yet mastered himself physically. He is probably less likely to have the strength or stamina required for day to day life, much less the intensity of BDSM play. Such a Dom is simply not bringing his best self into the relationship.

Dominants who think they already know it all and have nothing to learn, especially from a submissive, are not only dangerously ignorant and over confident, but they deny themselves and their relationships the potential to grow and flourish. What intelligent and vibrant submissive wants a mentally stagnant dotard?

Demanding, arrogant, and overbearing Dominants who have no respect for a submissive's needs and limits, and who brag that they have hot tempers are walking, talking time bombs. These are men who are always quick to judge and to blame others for their own mistakes. They are like spoiled little boys who lack the tools to deal with their own emotions or care about another's emotional needs. D/s and M/s relationships require emotional maturity and stability from both parties to be safe and successful, especially in a long term sense.

A submissive has responsibilities within a relationship, but the Dominant is always the controlling partner. It can be an awesome challenge and adventure for the right man who has sought to master himself first.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Angelica Dawson's New Release ~ Blue Moon House


Blurb: Julia has the opportunity to become one of the Vampire Dominants of Blue Moon House. Before they accept, however, the seven vampires must all gauge her worthiness as an eternal companion. Each will test her, sample her, and decide her fate.

Excerpt:
 “MmmmMmmaximum.” Julia wept loudly. Blood was trickling down her back and over her breasts where the cruel whip had broken her skin. She burned everywhere, stinging from her first beating at his hand, and then adding the salt of sweat, the blood. Sagging against the chains that held her mostly upright, she sobbed bitterly.
The whip was gone and Harry was there, releasing her wrists. “Terrance. Did you have to be so hard?”
The tall, icy man softened for the first time Julia had seen. “Everyone has a limit. If she would join us, I would know hers. Now, I do. Take care of her, Harrold.”
Julia’s mind logged the response but couldn’t think about it in the midst of the pain. Harry was licking her wounds, his saliva closing them faster but burning them further. Julia screamed again.
“Hush,” Harry said with concern, his voice soft and familiar, a raft for Julia to grasp in the sea of pain. There was a stabbing in her leg. 
“That will help. You will sleep soon, Julia. In the morning, the pain will be much less, I promise,” Terrance told her, pulling her hair off her face and mopping it with a cool cloth.
“I-I’m not...” She didn’t know how to ask if she was unworthy.
“You impress me, Julia. I look forward to having centuries to get to know more of you, other limits.” 
Julia flinched, crying out and hugging Harry. Terrance laughed and the difference between that and the cold demands, the hard mocking he’d given her all night made her turn back. 
“Never pain, Julia. I found that limit.” 
She relaxed, the drug they’d given her taking effect. It didn’t make her dopey, but she was exhausted. Terrance had followed only hours after Lynn. Julia hoped that was the end of the women. All had known of her distaste, but only Jocelyn had pushed it, knowing she could be pushed. Lynn had been more like Sophia.
When she woke on the large bed, she did ache, but all the burning was gone. She saw welts all over her body, but smelled a tincture that had been applied to speed her healing. It was working. She rose slowly though, wincing at times, to find herself breakfast.
For the first time, Julia wondered just how many vampires there were in Blue Moon House. Was she near the end yet? She hadn’t changed her mind. Her family lived far away and she only saw them on holidays. She had a few friends she would miss keenly, but they would be fine without her. No one depended on her, except possibly her co-workers, and she’d been meaning to walk out on them for months now.
“Whoa. Are you okay?” one of the other submissives, a man of middle years, asked.
Julia nodded, sitting very gingerly in the dining room. Pain spread across her bottom and then receded a little after she had sat a moment. Sucking through her teeth, she pushed it away. Then she lifted her juice.
“Who?” he asked. It wasn’t a common question. Masters were usually kept private. 
“Terrance,” Julia’s voice was a croak.
The man’s mouth hung open. “But Terrance never... I mean, I hope you feel better soon.”
Julia grabbed at his elbow. “You belong to Terrance?” she asked.
“I did,” the man answered. “He was too soft, too gentle for what I wanted. He sent me to Will.” The man’s grin gleamed. “I’m very happy now.”
Julia stiffened and regretted it when her bruises panged. Will, she was sure, would have her next. “I see. Have you had other Masters?”
“Not in the House. I’m Justin.” He offered his hand and Julia took it. “You’re older than most,” he observed.
She chuckled. “So are you.” Most of the submissives were in their mid-twenties. Both Julia and Justin were well over thirty. Julia was only a year and a bit from forty. It had posed problems when she started in the BDSM community - no one had wanted her. Blue Moon House, Harry specifically, had not turned her away after one session. 
“Touché. Why Terrance?” he asked.
Julia shook her head, sure she couldn’t tell him, unsure if she was even allowed. 
“Who is your Master normally?” Justin asked.
Julia’s eyes went soft. “Harry.”
Justin smiled. “I’ve often wished he took men. Not that I’m not happy with Will. I thought about it most when I was with Terrance,” he admitted.
Julia simply nodded. She ate slowly, relishing the nourishment, the fluids. Her body felt every year of thirty-eight today. The spare flesh had been kind to her in the beginning, cushioning blows so they stung but didn’t bruise. She’d lost weight, though not a lot, since coming here and her joints ached in a way they hadn’t a year or two ago. 
She chuckled to herself as Justin rose. He quirked an eyebrow and she shook her head. “Nothing.” She’d just been thinking how little she’d miss those aches when she was a vampire. 


Bio: Angelica Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. 

Blue Moon House can be purchased at Naughty Night Press

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Thursday Thoughts ~ Southern Sayings III


I reckon ~ I guess or I suppose

Might as well, can't dance, ain't got show fare, and it's too dark (or wet, or cold, or hot) to play outside.~ This means the speaker has nothing else fun or interesting to do and so will do whatever you've suggested.

Wound up like an 8 day clock ~ hyper

Catawampus or cattywampus ~ crooked or askew

Quit actin' ugly ~ stop misbehaving or being rude

I'll jerk a knot in your tail ~ prediction of dire consequences for undesirable behavior

Going to make groceries ~ going to the store to buy food

Be sweet now, ya heah ~ mind your manners

He was so tall that if he fell down, he'd be half-way home ~ referring to one who is very tall

Lickety split ~ fast, in a jiffy, very quick

Busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest ~ extremely or excessively busy and rushed

Hankering ~ yearning or desire for something

If you don't stop that, I'll slap you into next week ~ another warning and prediction of serious consequences for bad behavior

Tump ~ a cross between "turn over" and "dump" ~ meaning to turn some container over and dump out its contents

Must have forgotten to pay the preacher ~ having bad luck

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Hump Day ~ Two Are Better Than One



Trust Us by Heaven O'Shey is the first in the Love's Bayou series. It has m/f/m, suspense, romance, light BDSM, and heavy on the erotic.

Bri had no idea how much her life would change when she moves to the Love's Bayou plantation she inherited. After her best friend talks her into turning the place into a BDSM club, Bri decides to keep her identity as the owner hidden when she meets and hires her Master/Manager and his brother.
Threats to her life force her under their protection, in lieu of protective custody. Her abusive past causes her to distrust all men and believe love is a fairy tale. The brothers in their kind and loving efforts show Bri, that not all men are the same and love does exist.
While under their protection, Bri is introduced to the joys of a menage a trois, and experiences heights of ecstasy, the pleasure of pain, and genuine love and caring.
She finds her life evolving in ways she never imagined, as she tries to run from her feelings and those trying to harm her.


Excerpt

Clay softened, and he smiled, “Darlin’, you shouldn’t be hiding. You look too pretty to be in here all by yourself. Blade doesn’t she look pretty?”
Blade moved behind her pressing himself against her, his hands slowly traveled from her shoulder to her ass and circled each cheek then gave a light squeeze. “Pretty enough to eat,” his southern drawl more apparent.
Clay’s fingers touched her cheek, skimmed down her neck to her collarbone. Then, ever so slowly, they brushed just under the curve of her top slowing over each areola all the way to the opposite collarbone. “To suckle.” His lips whispered in her ear, then moved to brush her lips as he moved closer, his erection pressing into her stomach.
Blade’s lips brushed gently against the back of her neck.
Bri tensed at their attentions; she couldn’t allow this, she was their boss. She struggled with her senses while her body wanted to respond. No, her body was responding, her nipples pebbled, and her thong was dampening. Angry with her body for reacting this way, she pulled away. This was not her! How could she feel this way from barely a touch? She had to escape back to the safety of her house!
“Maybe the both of you should go back into the club; all those half naked women had an effect on you.” She stammered, trying to persuade them it wasn’t her that they wanted.
Shaking his head, Clay pondered if his words would be convincing. “Bri, we are not some teenagers that have no control. Our dicks are hard because of you.”
Nodding in agreement, Blade added, “Only you.”
“I have to go,” her voice cracked.
“Darlin’, what’s your hurry?” Blade wanted to know.
“I…I’m tried.” She retorted.
“Don’t think so, darlin’. I think you’re scared to let yourself feel, to lose control and get lost in the pleasure.” Whispering against her neck Blade prodded.
“This is wrong, and I have to leave.” Her hands clenched.
“What’s wrong, darlin’? Is it wrong that your body responds to a man’s touch? Or that it responds to Blade and I touching you at the same time?” Clay’s voice rasping as he asked. Then, trailed his lips along her jaw and briefly brushed her against her lips again.
Bri stepped to the side to move toward the door when Blade grabbed her arm. “Not all men are assholes, Darlin’. Don’t lump us all together.”
Moving a step closer, Clay looked in her eyes and said softly. “Some of us know how to cherish a woman.”
She didn’t reply as she backed up and hurried out the same way she came.

Trust Us can be purchased at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Tie Me Up Tuesday ~ Tie Everything Down


Living along the coast in the US during the months from June until November residents are ever watchful of the storms brewing in the waters.

As the hurricane watches and warnings are announced, the Gulf Coast prepares for the arrival of Isaac. Although areas might not be in the direct path of a hurricane, the effects are often far reaching. The eastern side of the storm is usually the worst as the rainbands and winds wrap around the center, causing severe thunderstorms, tornados, and flooding.


If one is in the direct path of a hurricane (depending on its strength), they should seek shelter or evacuate.

When preparing for a hurricane, one must have enough supplies to last three to four days in case of power outages. Supplies should include nonperishable foods, water for drinking, sponge baths, and for flushing toilets. One should also have batteries, portable radio, flashlights, medicines, and first aid kits.

Preparations should also be made for your property and pets. Secure garbage cans, potted plants, lawn equipment, and anything that can become airborne in strong winds.

For all those in the vicinity of Isaac’s path, Godspeed.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Goldie and the Three Doms


Goldie and the Three Doms
by Heaven O'Shey

Goldie, a mature slave, was confused on some Doms’ actions towards slaves of her age. She decided to get the opinions of three different Doms, the young hard body, the older disenchanted, and the rare intelligent Dom.

After interviewing all three, this is what Goldie concluded:

While the young hard body did want an older slave and had a few things to offer, he knew that a mature slave could help him gain insight and grow as a Dom. In addition, this Dom knew most mature slaves were already trained to please. A problem for Goldie, is that she would be more or less training this younger Dom. To Goldie, it seemed this Dom would be more suited with someone his own age as they could grow and learn together. The one thing that most young Doms have to offer to any slave is hot monkey sex at the drop of a hat without having to wait on the little blue pill to take effect.

The disenchanted Dom, on the other hand, wanted a young trophy slave to show off and boost his ego and pride. With a younger, naïve, and gullible slave, he could feed her a line of BS and she would not know the difference. In addition, he may not have the confidence or skills to handle a strong, mature woman who has lived her life working, making decisions, and knows the meaning of responsibility and submission. What this Dom fails to realize that one day the young slave will grow and mature and learn that this life is not a bed of roses and become disenchanted. She will no longer want to take care of an older Dom with whom she has nothing in common, especially as his health and finances begin to decline.

Now the last Dom, the intelligent one, knows the score. He knows the value of what the mature slave offers compared to the young ones who are clueless to this life and life in general. This Dom wants a slave who knows what it’s like to live in the real world and knows the meaning of submission, service, and obedience. This is a Dom who will not only use her, but will cherish her and all that she has to offer.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Sensual Saturday ~ A Night of Ecstasy



Lying in bed next to you
Our bodies covered in sweat
Shallow are our breaths
From tantric lovemaking
Your arm around me
My head on your chest
Slowly we come down from high
I licked the rose petals off you
Your fingers peel petals from my nipples
The brush of your hand makes them pebble
You shift to take a turgid tip in your mouth
My hand in your hair
Your hand caresses down my body
Reaching the juices
Flowing from my velvet lips
My thighs squeeze together taking
Your hand prisoner
You place my ankles at your shoulders
Positioning your cock
At my weeping pussy
Plunging deep
Ravishing my cunt
My legs slide around your waist
Pulling you closer with each stroke
My arms wrapping your shoulders tight
Till cries of ecstasy
Can be heard in the night
Sentiments whispered
Sweet kisses upon our lips
Exhausted we sleep
Joined as one

A Night of Ecstasy can be found in A Sensual Thought