Bye Bye Blogger

It's been nice but I'm sick of your unpredictable ways. If you want your jeans back you can contact me here.

Hey peeps! I’m in the middle of transitioning my blog over to Word Press. It should be up by tomorrow. I’ll leave a link as soon as I have it figured out. Make sure to check back ‘cause I have pics of my trip to San Francisco. You really don’t want to those—they’re fascinating.

Meanwhile, I’m blogging over at Naughty and Spice today, so go check it out.

Okay, I'm off to San Francisco for a few days. Make sure to drop by Naughty and Spice while I'm gone. We have one heck of a funny video posted over there this weekend!

Fornication Friday

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The Present

I’m on my knees and a tiny pebble is digging itself into my kneecap. My housekeeping skills are for shit—I’d swept the hardwood floor of the kitchen just that day. I’d reach down and remove the sharp stone from my skin, but my hands are bound behind my back with the soft rope John had dug out of the garage. No silk scarves or handcuffs here. We don’t have those things on hand but my husband is nothing if not resourceful.

I’m about to say something about the rock but he stops the words by sliding his cock across my lips. He tastes like Dove soap and warm skin and as I press my bound wrists against the small of my back anticipation courses through me. How ironic that the scent and flavor of him are part of my pleasure, that this is how my love has manifested itself.

He directs himself around the roof of my mouth, across my tongue, brushes the inside of my cheeks. I’m already wet and on edge from earlier and now I’m trembling from wanting him deep insides my throat. My moan sounds buried in my chest. He prods further. I swallow, hoping to coax him in, and finally he takes a fistful of my hair in each of his hands and guides my head until he’s deep, so deep I almost gag but I don’t.

I brace myself on the floor and now the sharp pain of the stone isn’t so bothersome. Instead it becomes another sensation in my heightened state of arousal—nipples, pussy, knee—all are throbbing and it’s adding up to me getting off on a blowjob.

Six months ago I hated giving blowjobs.
Six months ago I hated my husband.
Six months ago I hadn’t discovered domestic bliss.

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Poetry Monday

Sometimes I jot down little notes when I'm making dinner. For example:

"You are a fucking potato head"

Those hard eyes of yours.
I want to pull them off and
put them where your mouth used to be.

I want to unpeel you and put your
dirty skin down the garbage disposal and
see your underneath, all your bruises.

I want to remove your ears and put them
where your eyes used to be and
then you might hear me.

I could slice off the dark spots with my
sharp little paring knife and
you would be good then.

I could do those things.

Then I could drop you in a big pot
and draw you a very hot bath and
wait until you got all soft in your center.

I’d mush you up, mix you up
with butter, sour cream, and
chives.

I'd scoop you up with my fingers,
my potato head, and
eat you.

This is the first line drawing of the tattoo Mary Joy Scott is designing for me. I don't know how I got so lucky to find and artist who loves drawing Victorian roses, but I adore what she's coming up with. Even if I’m not the girl at RWA as the girl with the most tattoos, I might win for the biggest.

Okay, I really have to write now. I have a goal of completing 7K by Monday night. That may not sound like a lot to many folks, but for me the act of writing is like running through water. It’s slow and hard and takes all my energy. This book has been especially challenging because it’s totally different for me. Magic, a little BDSM, urban fantasy setting…I’ve never done all of the above in one book before. But these characters just surprise me at every turn, and I really have no idea what the heck’s going to come out of their mouths. My heroine just told my hero that she came from the circus. Turns out she got turned on by watching the Lion trainer tame the beast. Who knew?

Also, I’m behind on my word count because we have had houseguests for over a week. Not just one group of folks but three different arrivals. I’ve been having a blast, but I am seriously behind on my word count now.

And I really need to stop watching The Pick of Destiny.

Instead of writing

I've been watching The Pick of Destiny. Yes, I’ve seen it three times this week. I think this video from the film if the funniest shit I've seen in a really long time. I do so love Jack Black. (Warning, if you are offended by the word "fuck" don't watch this video.)