- About Me
- Best Lesbian Romance Of The Year: 1
- No Restraint
- Begging For It - Babes
- Roughing It
- When The Veil Is Thin
- An Unexpected Guest
- Short Stories
- Free Story - Maneater
- Free Story - The Storm
- Climbing Her Tower (Naughty Fairy Tales)
- Trouble In Thigh High Boots (Naughty Fairy Tales)
Friday, March 30, 2012
I'm always on the lookout for a new and innovative vibrator, especially a rabbit, which happens to be one of my favorites. So imagine my delight when I discovered the Rechargeable Precious Metals Jewels - The Princess. I like this vibrator for several reasons. It's a rabbit. It's rechargeable in a very unusual way. It's called "The Princess", which is one of my nicknames.
I chose the purple Princess since purple is one of my favorite colors. What I thought was very innovative about this vibe was that it recharges on my computer! It has a USB port. Now that's different. Of course, my computer is out in the open so I wrapped the Princess in a small towel so prying (and embarrassed) eyes wouldn't see it. The cat sure wanted it, though. He tried to play with it, thinking it was a very expensive cat toy. Go away, furball.
It didn't take long for the Princess to charge. The controls were also user-friendly. You don't know how to read to use them. The images on the buttons say it all. Plus those buttons light up so I can see in the dark. I enjoyed all four vibration and rotation speeds, especially the faster speeds on the clit stimulator. The shaft was nice and thick, just the way I like it. The Princess is unlike many men. It can last forever. It doesn't squirt cum all over you. It doesn't deflate after it's finished. And it rotates and vibrates. The moment human males are selected by evolution to have rotating and vibrating penises, the human race will explode in more ways than one!
Until then, we women will enjoy rabbit vibrators like the Princess. And these vibrators have lasting power!
I used a little lubricant on the head so that the Princess slid into me without a problem. Oh it was thick! There was plenty to grip and thanks to my Ben Wa balls I'm very good at gripping. The clit stim was in the right location. It's also a rather broad clit stim so it not only teased my clit, it also vibrated against my labia. The shaft felt nice and soft, since it's made of TPR. It moved with me and was flexible enough to have some give. It was far from rigid. It was shaped a bit like the Michelin Man so it had its own texture as it slid in.
The vibrations felt excruciatingly wonderful both inside my pussy and outside against my clit and labia. I pressed the buttons over and over again to try out different speeds and rotations. As usual, my pussy was so tight it stopped the rotations in their tracks. Those Ben Wa balls did their job! When I came - which wasn't too long after insertion - I had to bite my lip from crying out and making too much noise.
And that brings me to the only disadvantage of the Princess - it's loud. I'm used to quieter vibrators so when this one roared I was afraid my family heard it in the next room. I doubt it but still, I get paranoid. When it's beneath the blankets and inside me it's considerably quieter. I'm not sure why it's loud but it's not the quietest vibrator I've ever used.
Aside of the buzzing, the Princess is a fantastic rabbit vibrator that is rechargeable. I love rechargeable vibes because they're so much easier to deal with. No batteries to run out! I highly recommend the Princess but remember it's a bit noisy. Otherwise, this is one vibrator you should add to your sex toys collection. You may find this vibrator at California Exotics.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
FINALLY! "Purr" is no longer banned at AllRomanceEBooks!! Pick up your copy today. This is my short erotic version of "Puss In Boots". My longer one, which is coming soon (self-published), is "Trouble In Thigh High Boots". You may also purchase this book at Amazon Kindle.
Purr - AllRomanceEbooks
Purr - AllRomanceEbooks
"Good afternoon, cat! How went your trip to the king?"
She smiled, happy he recognized her. She gave the farmer a confident smile, eager to continue her plan. She strode to him, and gave him a deep, elegant bow. "Very well, my friend. He enjoyed the gifts of my Master, the Marquis of Carabas." The farmer's wife nursed her infant, her full breasts spilling out from beneath her flowing cotton blouse. Such a hypnotic sight! An urge overwhelmed her to take a suck herself. She had a weakness for soft, enormous breasts, especially ones filled with milk. Her groin warmed, and shifted her stance to take the pressure from her arousal.
"You have a fine infant there. How old is he?"
"Six months, and my wife has lost all her baby weight. Those breasts are especially nice, particularly late at night when it's cold outside." He smiled, walked to Muca, and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I see you're as enraptured as I am of her."
"She is indeed a fine woman, sir."
"Stop gossiping about me, you two." His wife gave Muca a saucy look as she switched the baby from one breast to the other, giving Muca a momentary glimpse of a brown nipple. Her nipples grew erect at the beautiful sight.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
My book "Purr" is an erotic retelling of the fairy tale "Puss In Boots". It has sold reasonably well on AllRomanceEbooks and other distributors. I was surprised until I realized how popular fairy tales are right now, what with "Grimm" and "Once Upon A Time" catching on in popularity on American TV. "Tangled" and "Puss In Boots" were hits in movie theaters. I understand a new version of "Beauty and the Beast" and (possibly) "Red Riding Hood" are coming to American TV in the fall.
So imagine my chagrin when I went to check my ranking for "Purr" at AllRomanceEbooks only to find the book had disappeared! I wondered, WTF?? Must be a glitch at ARe.
No, it wasn't.
It turned out my publisher's entire catalogue had been removed by ARe. The same thing happened at Bookstrand, another location where "Purr" was being sold. The publisher's catalogue was gone.
Paypal has made a co-ordinated attack on all major ebook vendors who use Paypal. Erotic books are targeted, especially books with taboo or extreme subject matter such as incest, pseudo-incest, bestiality, rape, and pedophilia. There were rumors that Visa pressured Paypal into censoring erotic books but it turns out Visa had nothing to do with it. Credit card companies are banks and they don't have a moral bone in their bodies. This is Paypal, pure and simple.
At first some indie publishers published books with such subject matter, especially incest stories, twincest, and pseudo-incest (step siblings, stepdaugher-stepdad, cousins, etc.). This was a minority of the erotic books out there but they had their own following. When all the vendors including Amazon and Barnes and Noble allowed indie authors to publish with them, many more of these kinds of books were published. Whilst there were some good self-published stories in the mix, most were untalented, untrained, rough, and poorly edited. There were titles about doing it with Daddy or identical twins getting involved in a threesome. These were short stories intended to shock and they took off like gangbusters. They turned into an infestation. Apparently Amazon had unsuccessfully tried to get some control over that kind of content but it wasn't successful.
So Paypal started censoring fiction. The problem with censorship is that it's a slippery slope. Who gets to decide what is obscene? What kind of content will be targeted next? I've heard rumors that BDSM stories are next on the slag heap. What constitutes consensual sex v. non-consensual? Who gets to decide?
So, in the midst of all this turmoil, erotica and erotic romance writers have seen their fiction censored. I am one of those writers. This includes fiction that does not fall under those taboo categories. Besides, if Paypal is going to target books with such content, when will it censor "Lolita", "The Story Of O", or even the Bible? I seriously doubt those books will be affected.
Below are pertinent links about Visa and Forbes (reporting that Visa had nothing to do with this) and a petition to sign to protest the censorship.
Muca was a kitty with a little something extra. Not your ordinary Puss In Boots, she shifted into human form to entice all she met. She aspired for her master to become the richest and most respected man in the land, but her job was cut out for her. He was but a lowly cobbler whom she tried to pass off as the Marquis of Carabas in order to convince the local farmers to trust her against a cruel ogre who tormented them. Would the farmers believe her, and would they find her charms as alluring as she found theirs?
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Welcome my guest blogger, Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy. She's here to talk about her book In Love's Own Time.
Somewhere buried deep in our consciousness everyone has a concept of home, an idea of a place where, as Robert Frost wrote, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Maybe it’s our current home, the place we retreat at the end of a long day or a specific room or even a favorite chair or corner of the couch. Home might represent a dream we hope to realize in the future or it could mean a former home, a place in our heart and memory. Like Dorothy Gale who visited the Land of Oz, we may wish we could tap our heels together to return home. Life should be so simple.
Most of the time, however, it’s not and home can be elusive but it seems to be part of the human condition to seek it. In my latest novel, In Love’s Own Time, the story’s about love, about crossing impossible barriers in the name of love, and about coming home. It’s about twisting fate to a stubborn woman’s will for love and a second chance.
My heroine, Lillian, is introduced as the heir to an Edwardian house, left to her by the grandfather she never knew, a man who threw out her pregnant mother decades earlier. She comes to see her inheritance, planning to sell it but instead the house catches her fancy. Some sense of home reaches out to her and she stays, trying to decide what to do.
When the original owner manifests, after her initial disbelief and shock, Lillian falls for him, his old fashioned charm and his manner. She’s appalled to learn the manner of his death and mourns his brief life. As she spends more time with the ghost, Lillian delves into paranormal research in an effort to understand. As they pretend one afternoon, Lillian dressed in period clothing, it’s 1904, the impossible is possible as they realize they are in the past. The experience doesn’t last but Lillian’s certain if they made it once, they can do it again – on a permanent basis. She also decides she can prevent Howard’s untimely death.
So they return to 1904, to a world Lillian, although a history teacher by occupation, doesn’t know and to a future which may be short.
Here’s an excerpt from the moment she realizes she’s made it back to 1904:
Something about the light in the room was different when she awakened and after a few groggy moments, Lillian realized what it was – the window coverings were different. The drapes she remembered were gone and thin lace panels hung instead from each window. Her heart skipped beats as she sat up, looking around the room now changed from last night. The bed was the same but the other furnishings weren’t and the wallpaper darkened from soft beige to a rich Turkish red with flocking. From downstairs, she heard a woman’s voice rose in song and recognized Shugie’s husky velvet tones.
She was here and with surprise, her hands flew to cover her mouth, an old gesture from her childhood. Outside this room, she realized the house reverted to its original glory and beyond the windows the view was now different. If this was – and she’d no doubt it was – 1904, the remaining question was where Howard might be. He’d promised to meet her with a cup of Shugie’s coffee but what if he wasn’t here. Although the breeze lifting the sheer lace curtains blew soft and warm, Lillian felt cold. Doubt traveled down her back as a chill shuddered through her body. Until this moment, she’d expected nothing save success but now, in the 1904 present, uncertainty crept past her guard. Was she here or did her imagination go askew?
“Howard?” He didn’t answer but her voice sounded faint even to herself and mewling, like a weak kitten. If Howard was downstairs, he couldn’t hear her through the thick walls anyway. He said he would be waiting, she thought. Lillian just needed to find him.
Her thought offered enough inspiration to propel her out of bed and across the floor. Even preoccupied with finding Howard, Lillian noticed the heavy furniture filling the room including matching pieces to complimented the massive bed. Her trunk lay where she’d left it last night and for a moment, she wondered if she should stop long enough to dress. The nightgown, however, came to her ankles and shapeless with sleeves to her wrists. Dressing in one of the vintage outfits would take time and Lillian lacked patience. She must know now if this crazy stunt was a success or not.
Barefoot, she dashed through the wide hall and slowed as she reached the front staircase. If things were according to plan, Howard’s parents would be away at the World’s Fair but maybe she shouldn’t descend into the entry hall in her nightgown. Shugie’s clear voice echoed and she remembered the back staircase. Maybe Howard was in the kitchen with Shugie so to find out, Lillian crept with slow tread down the stairs so she could peek around the corner when she reached the first floor.
Shugie’s song continued and so did the sounds of a busy kitchen, the comforting clatter of silverware and pans. The sound of something sizzling in the pan joined the cacophony and the delicious smell of frying bacon made her stomach ache with hunger. As she reached the bottom, she could also smell coffee and biscuits. Distracted by the aromas, she failed to realize Shugie’s song stopped until the woman appeared at the foot of the stairs with a broom raised high like a baseball bat.
The broom began to swing at her with force and Lillian screamed, eyes shut, as she waited to be whacked hard but instead, the broom smacked against the wall as Shugie screeched even louder. The broom dropped to the bottom step and Shugie stared up at her, eyes wide.
“You ain’t no cat,” the woman said eyes narrowed as she studied Lillian’s attire. “I thought a darn old cat got in here again and I was fixin’ to run it out with the broom. You’re just the pussy cat.”
Shock silenced Lillian. She’d no idea the use of ‘pussy’ dated back so far and she realized, too late, what Shugie thought. Back home, as she’d begun to think of her former life and proper time, getting caught in pajamas at your boyfriend’s house wasn’t a major shocker. Here and now, however, it apparently was one and if she was here to stay, she should say something to defuse the tension.
“It isn’t what you think,” Lillian found her voice but it sounded funny, strained, and too low. “Please don’t think I’m wicked.”
Hands on her hips above the apron, Shugie glared.
“I don’t know what to think and that’s the truth. I sure thought Mister Howard was straight as an arrow but now I just don’t know, not at all. But, I know you’re fly and you got no business at all in this house. I think you just better get out quick, before Mister Howard comes downstairs and I’ll him you’re gone.”
This wasn’t the happy arrival in 1904 she’d anticipated and Lillian pressed one hand against her rolling tummy, hoping she wouldn’t be sick. A mess on the backstairs was unlikely to make Shugie any happier and if things ever went well, she would be living here. She opened her mouth but before she could speak, Howard’s voice barked and the back screen door slammed hard.
“Shugie - enough.”
Lillian never heard such a harsh tone in his voice before and from the shock paling Shugie’s face, neither had she. The broom clattered to the floor and Howard stepped around it with one hand extended.
“Lillian, dearest, is everything well?”
She reached for his hand like a lifeline and nodded. His large hand folded over hers with such solid security, the first familiar thing in a world suddenly foreign, so comforting she burst into tears. Sobbing like a little lost child, Lillian walked into his open arms, seeking security and support. In his embrace, she felt both and although there was an underlying hints of the passion she felt before, for the moment she was content to feel his very real arms about her. His solid flesh beneath her reassured her this would work and the shift from one time to another was worth the sacrifice.
He smelled of wind and fresh turned soil and fragrant wood smoke. A dark smear of earth grimed his otherwise immaculate chambray shirt and when she peeped downward at his hand, she saw dirt crusted his fingernails. His presence and his reality eased her fears. Howard was alive now and so was she. Nothing else mattered, not for the moment.
When one of his hands stroked her hair, Lillian sighed with contentment. “Everything is fine now.”