It's the Holy Grail - women want to find their G-spots and experience the squirting orgasms they've heard about. German gynecologist Ernst Grafenberg coined the term "G-spot", and he claimed to have discovered the devilish little vixen in 1950. It is said to be "a ridged patch that responds to gentle stroking, located 1.5 to 3 inches up on the anterior wall of the vagina, somewhere between 11 and 1 o'clock if noon were the navel." Sounds like a pain to find, doesn't it? That's the problem - some women say they have a G-spot and squirt like fountains all over the linens, and others either can't find the little beast to save their lives, or they have resigned themselves to the possibility that God didn't leave them with an "on" switch. This hide-and-seek reputation of the G-spot prompted a commenter on an internet article to refer to it as Schrödinger's G-spot: "It both exists and doesn’t exist at the same time and the act of observing it changes it."Head on over, read, and treat yourself to some sex toys!
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
My latest article is up at Seduced Sex Toys. It's about finding that ever-elusive G-spot. Here's an excerpt.
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
I'll be at Beth Wylde's Yahoo group with writer friends June 4 from noon EST until about six PM EST. I'll post about GLBT books and related issues. I hope to see you there.
Monday, May 27, 2013
I love whips. I have several floggers, a riding crop, and even a bullwhip that is perfect for Indiana Jones cosplay. So when I saw the Nick Hawk GIGOLO Swivel Whip, I had to have it! This whip is a bit different from my other whips since the tails are on a swivel. I can twirl the tails by swinging the handle, which gives the whip more sting when the tails strike flesh. The handle and tails are made of sturdy PU material. The chain won't rust. The handle has a loop for grasping or hanging.
This is a very classy and sexy looking whip that packs quite a wallop. I can either strike hard or use the tails gently over skin. The tails are soft and sensuous as well as long-lasting and sturdy. These are tails that can take a beating - and give one! The cost is very reasonable and it's of the Nick Hawk GIGOLO brand. I like the swiveling aspect best. That swivel makes this whip very easy on my wrist and arm in general. Plus it's a kick-ass looking whip! I highly recommend it.
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Welcome to my latest Tuesday's Tale! This week's word prompt is "library". I've brought back Eric and his sweetie, who are still on their house hunt. Eric has a good use in mind for this home's library, and it ain't reading.
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It took about a week for Eric to sufficiently recover from rolling around in poison ivy. He had welts everywhere - use your imagination. His arms, his legs. Both sets of cheeks. Worst of all was The Itch That Could Not Be Scratched, around his groin. His genitals were on fire! Daily Aveeno baths helped some but not much. He slathered on so much calamine lotion he could have used it as a second skin.
By the time the welts were a grumpy pink rather than a screaming red, we resumed our house hunt. This time, we took a train to Salem, Massachusetts, since the house in question was located near the train station. Our footsteps echoed when we walked into the foyer.
"This place is beautiful!" I said as I took in hardwood floors and a bay window that overlooked a pond. I could kiss our real estate agent. Each home we visited was better than the last.
"Wait until you see the kitchen. It has its own zip code," Eric said. We followed the real estate agent through a cozy dining room into an expansive kitchen. A large butcher block table sat in the center of the room. A circular pan holder hung above the table. Marble counters gleamed in the sunlight cast into the room through two windows over the sink.
"I always wanted a kitchen with windows. Our kitchen gets mighty hot." Eric said.
"This one won't," the real estate agent said. "If you get overheated, just open the windows." She cranked open both windows, letting in a light breeze. "You can affix window boxes there to grow herbs. Imagine being able to open a window to grab fresh thyme for your dinner."
"I love to garden so that's right up my alley." I clapped my hands with delight. "How about the bedrooms? There are three?"
"Yes, three bedrooms, two baths," the real estate agent said. We followed her out of the kitchen to a huge living room. A fireplace filled one wall, and a metal door sat about halfway up the wall next to the fireplace.
"A beehive oven!" I raced to the door and opened it. There was more than enough room in there for a muffin pan. "I can bake bread and make your favorite blueberry muffins in there. The oven works with heat coming from the fireplace."
"You've told me about those ovens before. Here, you'd get to use one." Eric said.
"The bedrooms are upstairs. One bath is ahead of you, off the living room." The real estate agent pointed towards the far right end of the room. "There's a staircase that way that takes you upstairs. Feel free to explore. I have to make a few phone calls. I'll be in the kitchen if you need to find me." She walked off, pressing buttons on her iPhone.
Eric grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the stairs. "Let's check out the second floor. I want to see the master bedroom."
"I want to see the library," I said. "You know I have plans for that room."
"Your very own office," Eric said. I followed him up a spiral staircase to a wide landing. The hallway loomed in front of us. The bedroom that would be our son Paul's was on the left. A parlor that we could turn into a guest room was on the right. At the end of the hall, one door led to the master bedroom and the other led to the library.
"Which one do you want to christen first?" Eric gave me a wicked smile meaning only one thing - he wanted to get it on again out of the real estate agent's earshot. I rolled my eyes.
"You have a one-track mind," I said as I opened the library door and walked in with him on my heels. He had already pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the library floor.
"Will you slow down?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't. "We're going to get in trouble again. What if she catches us?"
"It won't be the first time." Eric said with a wicked grin on his face.
I turned away from him and wandered around the round room, which was part of a tower. Floor to ceiling recessed bookcases lined every wall, begging for books to fill the shelves. Long windows graced the walls, letting in plenty of light for reading - or frisky play. He snuck up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"What books do you think we need for our new library, assuming we rent this place?" He squeezed my breasts. "How about 'A Sale Of Two Titties'?"
"I am! I know! Here's a good one." He slipped one hand down my pants, and pinched my ass. "'David Cop-A-Feel'."
"Now you're just being silly." I shrugged him off, but I didn't fight him all that much. He unbuttoned the first few buttons on my blouse.
"Here's another title for your bookshelves - 'Whore and Peace'." His hand slipped inside my blouse onto my breast. I shivered both in excitement and nervousness over the probability of being caught - again. Our real estate agent sure had some tales to tell her colleagues!
"Didn't you learn your lesson in the poison ivy patch at the last house?" I asked.
"Yes. I learned to avoid poison ivy when I want to feel you up. Ah, that reminds me of another book title - 'Great Sexpectations'." He pinched my right nipple until it stood on end, and I giggled both at the erotic sensations coursing through my body and his very bad puns.
He backed me into one of the bookcases until my butt pressed against a shelf. As I balanced myself, he pressed his lips against mine. I melted into his kiss, opening my mouth so we could play tonsil hockey with our tongues. His fingers slid beneath my pants until they found my heat. I jumped when he spread my lips apart to get at my clit. Unable to help myself, I lifted one leg to give him easier access, and we leaned all our weight on the bookshelf. I heard creaking but I thought it was the house settling in the cool of the late afternoon.
With a loud crack, the shelf broke free, and both of us fell to the floor with a resounding crash. My heart raced so much at the shock of the fall I nearly didn't hear the real estate agent's heels tapping down the hallway towards us.
"I should have told you two the bookshelves aren't very steady," she said, laughing all the while. "They can't take several hundred pounds of body weight. But now you know that."
We rose and straightened out our clothing quickly. Eric grabbed his shirt from the floor and shrugged into it. I blushed so much in sheer humiliation my cheeks burned. We followed the real estate agent out of the house, trying not to snicker too loudly. We decided against that house in the end because it was too far from the coast and it was the most expensive rental, but it sure was beautiful. By six p. m. we were on the train on our way home.
Eric wouldn't let me relax during the forty-minute train ride. Of course not. The man was a born exhibitionist. And I wouldn't have him any other way.
My "Don't Call Me Baby" blog tour begins today! Head on over to KD Grace's blog and read about my Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK contemporary novel set in the go-go 1980s. "Don't Call Me Baby" is 25% off at All Romance eBooks and Naughty Nights Press until May 31. Pick up your copy before the price goes back up.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
My novel "Don't Call Me Baby" was named a Top Pick review at Night Owl Reviews! I'm psyched!
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4 1/2 stars
Don’t Call Me Baby is a fast paced, very adventurous romantic novel that will take readers on a roller coaster ride of scorching romantic fun. The main character, Catherine, is a woman after my own heart. She is young and fiercely independent, and beyond gorgeous. She is not wealthy, but she wants to live the good life and is not afraid to go get it. She is also very sexually liberated, and in the 1980’s this was sometimes a good thing, and sometimes a not so good thing. The story is so blisteringly hot and steamy; it’s difficult to put down. It took me back to a better time, and a time I enjoyed much more. It is a novel I truly enjoyed reading, and will definitely be reading time and time again. It’s not for the faint of heart, but it’s also not to be missed.
So many men, so little time. Catherine has a long list of men that she sees on a regular basis, and at the top of the list (for the moment, anyway) is Brian. He’s one of her professors at Quincy, and a married man, but that’s never been a problem. But he’s so demanding! So maybe some time apart will be just the trick. A summer theater camp at another local college for local teens should make him realize that Catherine is not his possession, right? That is, until she gets to the camp and meets the other counselors. Ryan is gorgeous, and the rest? Well, what’s a girl on her own to do? Why, enjoy as many as she can! In the meantime, Catherine will come to grips with her mind and her heart, and will figure out what she really wants in life.
Book Blurb for Don't Call Me Baby
DON'T CALL ME 'BABY' is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis.
It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes – married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.
She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content.
Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for – and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.
[Intro: Catherine Stone is my heroine and the book's main character. She has taken a summer job at a college camp. Ryan is the older college professor in charge of the camp. KC (aka Casey) is one of the counselors who becomes one of Catherine's closest friends. DJ teaches drama at the camp. They are currently in an orientation meeting before camp begins.]
At that moment, a young man ran into the room in a blaze of jeans and oversized t-shirt. He tossed his backpack behind the chair next to DJ, and then plopped into a seat.
“Nice of you to drop by, KC.” Ryan said.
“Sorry I'm late. Ran a bit behind this morning.” He gave the crowd a big toothy grin, and leaned back in his chair until the front two legs were off the ground. Oh, boy. This guy is going to be fun. “Okay, alarm didn't go off. But I'm here. So… did I miss anything?”
“Not yet, but you did manage to be the center of attention again,” Ryan tried to sound miffed, but Catherine saw his dimples deepen as he tried not to smile. “We just did introductions. You can get to know everyone here a bit later. Now, I need to get started.”
The orientation went well. Catherine kept her legs up on the table, showing them off, and her stunt did not get past KC. His eyebrows shot up, and he blew a kiss in her direction. Catherine couldn't help but like him immediately. He seemed to be the type of guy who didn't take a thing seriously, and she liked to surround herself with people like that. KC’s silly mood was infectious, and soon with his carousing and smart-mouthed funny comments, everyone at the table was laughing. Monica and Ryan assigned each worker to a class. DJ and Catherine were to teach drama.
“I brought my accordion again,” KC said. “You know how much the kids loved me last year.”
“They cringed, KC,” DJ said. “Did you actually watch them when you played Freebird? On the accordion? You were not cool, dude. Try as you might.”
“I was the coolest guy in the room. You're just jealous because you can't pick out Freebird on that tin-plated noise machine you play.”
“It's a 12-string steel guitar, and I can pick out Freebird just fine.”
“Looks like Miss Longest-Legs-in-the-Universe here is also a guitarist. You two can play the theme to Deliverance to really get the kids in a good mood.”
“How'd you know I play the guitar?” Catherine stretched her legs in response to KC's ribbing. Her movement did not get past Ryan's attention. That pleased her to no end.
“I saw you arrive, and you hoisted that guitar over your head. I see a threesome in your future - no, not that kind! Get your mind out of the gutter!!” He laughed at his own joke, and so did everyone in the room, including Catherine. “Us, on guitars. You, DJ, and I. Scaring the kids to death with our bad renditions of Kumbaya. And there's no need to look so horrified. DJ is used to me picking on him. It's all in good fun. We've been best friends since we were in fourth grade.”
“And we've been at each other's throats ever since.” DJ said. “I'm glad we're going to teach the drama classes, Catherine. Your suggestion of improvs is perfect. After the meeting, want to do some brainstorming?”
“Sounds good to me. I have lots of good ideas.”
“Don't let him hog all the ideas,” KC said. “He's a born monopolizer.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“I do. All the time.” He winked at her, and DJ busted out laughing. It was good to see DJ's handsome smile. It made his demeanor seem less standoffish. She figured out his relationship with Casey. They balanced each other out very nicely. DJ was the imposing Pontiac GTO and Casey was the Triumph Spitfire.
When Monica learned that Catherine played the piano, guitar, and flute, she immediately added her name to the list of people to play music around the campfire at night. DJ would join her on the guitar and KC on the accordion. What is it with the initials for names around here? Did their parents name them by choosing two different blocks from a game of Scrabble? It wasn't required that she play every night, but it sure sounded like fun.
Once the meeting was over, and everyone left the room to go about their business, Catherine ran until she caught up with KC and DJ. But she didn't leave without giving Ryan a coy smile and a wiggle of her hips. His gaze traveled to parts of her body that would have been considered impolite in mixed company. She didn't turn to see Ryan watch her as she wiggled her way out into the hall towards KC and DJ.
“Here she is, the girl with the longest legs in the world. And damn! You're short!”
She looked up at KC. “I'm five foot nothing. Most of it legs. You are what? Six feet?”
“Six foot two. So you and my buddy DJ are going to run the acting workshops for the kids?”
“Sure looks that way. It sounds like fun. I know lots of theatre exercises we could try on the kids. They make great icebreakers, too.”
“Well, I'll leave you two kids to your theatre business,” KC said. “I haven't unpacked yet, and I want to get myself settled in. See you two at dinner?”
“Yeah. What does KC stand for anyway?”
“Kevin Collins. I go by '‘Casey,’ C-A-S-E-Y. Emphasis on the first syllable. I'll see you two later.”
He ran off before either of them could answer, which struck Catherine as something he did on a regular basis. Looks like you met your match, girl. Being around Casey could be exhausting, and she had only a little bit of exposure to him. How was she going to survive two weeks of “Whirlwind Casey”? She wasn't the least bit attracted to him, and she didn't want to fuck him, but he was far too much fun to ignore. He'd be a good friend to have in her corner if she needed one. And she wanted to make friends with him regardless of what gossip might erupt about her sexual activities, and there was bound to be some sooner or later.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Welcome to my latest Tuesday's Tale. This week's word prompt is "bite". Eric and his sweetie are back, visiting a second house to rent. She wants a home near the ocean, and he's bound and determined to find it for her. At the last house, the real estate agent caught him getting it on with his sweetie in a walk-in closet. See what trouble he gets himself into this time!
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He's Itching For Me
By Elizabeth Black
I remembered the trouble we got into in the last house we visited. What kind of trouble would Eric get us into this time? The home sat on a hill overlooking the ocean. Trees surrounded the Georgian on three sides facing away from the road, and a lovely garden filled out the back. My heart raced in anticipation of living in such splendor. This was a rental? How did he find these great places? I didn't want to think about how much rent would cost each month.
"Oooh, look at those rhododendrons! They must be five feet tall!" I walked across a meandering flagstone path through flowering pear trees. Lilac bushes lined the edges of the property. Tulips and daffodils peeked their heads above the ground, greeting the springtime sun. Finches darted amongst feeders in a copse of dogwood trees. I followed the birdsong to a stone wall. A dirt walkway ran past the wall along the cliffs behind all the homes. Thick bramble grew opposite the walkway.
"That's a public walking path that runs about a half mile up the coast. It drops off at the main road." The real estate agent said. "Isn't the view amazing?"
"I can't complain," Eric said. "We can watch the waves crash from the second floor balcony." He wrapped his arms around me. "What do you think?"
"I'm sold. Let's sign the papers now." I said as I watched the real estate agent grin. She was going to get one hell of a commission out of us.
"Slow down, we have another house to look at," Eric reminded me. "Each one is better than the last, isn't it? Sure beats living in that tiny apartment."
"I want out of there so badly I can't stand it," I said. "I want to trade in cramped space and no back yard for an ocean view and my own garden."
"We will. I'll see to it." He kissed me on the cheek. "I want both of us to be happy, and I know how much you want to live by the water. Just as long as we're far above it, and not right on it. I don't want to wash away in a Nor'easter."
"These homes are very safe. Some of them date back to the mid 1800s, so they've weathered their share of storms," The real estate agent said. "I'll leave you two kids to wander the grounds. When you're ready, just come back inside." She turned and walked back towards the house.
"So tell me what flowers are out here? You're the one with the green thumb." Eric said.
"Oh, I see daffodils, tulips, over here to my right. See those purple flowers by the swing?"
"They're irises." I pointed to a patch of overgrown greenery. "This could use some pruning. I'm not sure, but I think that's meadow sage. The whole garden could use a bit of a trim."
"Well, if we choose this place, you'll have your chance to do that. Want to take a walk down the path and see where it goes?" Eric asked, curious as he always was to see something new.
"Sure!" I followed him to a gate at the stone fence. We walked through and wandered down the path towards the right.
"It's wide enough for us to walk side-by-side." He drew back in tandem with me and took me by the hand. "I love the privacy." He pointed to a field to the right. "Look at all that brush. We can have a little fun, and no one will be the wiser."
I knew exactly what he had in mind, but I wasn't sure I wanted leaves stuck in my hair, and sand in my panties from rolling around in the dirt. "This is a public walking path. It can't be that private. Besides, I bet people in the houses can see us."
"Not from here," He took me by the hand and guided me into the field, which was to one side of the house we visited. The land had not yet been sold, so the area was overgrown with bushes and sea grass. "If we're going to live in that house, we need to christen it. It's not too cold out, either." He swept me up in his arms and kissed my throat. His tongue ran along my earlobe, begging for a little excitement in this deserted plot. "C'mon. Take a walk on the wild side. Let's be adventurous."
I hesitated. Eric had always been much more daring than me.
"There's no telling what's in all that brush. Snakes. Rabid raccoons. Bunnies with sharp, pointy teeth. You want to be eaten alive by bugs?" I asked.
"It's too cold for bugs." He grabbed my hand, and pulled me further into the brush. We were well hidden by thick red maples. Shadows danced around us. Yes, we could easily get away with the tryst he was so eager to have.
"C'mon. We had fun in the closet in the last house. What harm could we come to out here?" He pulled me down to the ground. Thorn bushes grew amid the tree trunks. I took a closer look and squealed with glee at what I saw.
"Those are wild blackberry bushes! If we live here we can have free fresh berries during the summer." I hugged him. "You know where all the good things are, even if you aren't completely aware of them."
He pulled his t-shirt over his head, and lay back in the green groundcover. "Let's take advantage. We have a little time."
"If you insist," I giggled. I couldn't help it. Here we were again, being very naughty with a very good chance of getting caught. I helped him unzip his jeans, and slid them down to his knees. He bobbed before me, poking through his boxers, eagerly awaiting my attention. Without being asked, I went down on him. He groaned with delight, since he got what he wanted again. Knowing Eric, he hoped someone in one of the neighboring houses watched us through a telescope. That notion probably made our tryst even more exciting for him.
I tended to his needs with my eyes closed, taking in the sound of the waves crashing beyond the cliffs. A breeze blew through the brush, tossing my hair. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to watch the ecstatic expression on his face.
Eric was having the time of his life.
I looked back down to start where I left off when I noticed the shiny leaves on vines he lay on. I took a closer look, and with a cry backed off. I grabbed him by the hand and tried to yank him to his feet but he was too heavy for me.
"Oh, darlin', don't stop. I was just getting into it." He whimpered.
"You're getting more than you bargained for." I cried. "Get up! You're lying in poison ivy!"
He shrieked like a little girl, and rolled onto his feet so fast he lost his balance. He pulled up his jeans and zipped them. He pushed his arms through the t-shirt's sleeves when I stopped him.
"You can't put that back on. It has poison ivy oil all over it." I couldn't help it. I giggled. Once again, Eric was in over his head.
"Shit! I'm allergic to that stuff." He held the t-shirt between his fingertips so he wouldn't touch too much of it. "It's not funny! This bites! I'm going to be a walking pustule for the rest of the month!"
"Bite the bullet. It's the price you pay for wanting to get it on in the middle of the woods." I continued to giggle, unable to control myself.
'Stop laughing. It's not funny," He whined. "I hope we have Aveeno at home."
"We do. Let's get you inside and scrub you down so the poison ivy isn't as bad as it could be." I said. "The real estate agent is going to get a major kick out of this."
Eric grunted, finished with his end of the conversation. He absent-mindedly scratched his left arm.
"Don't do that," I said. "You'll only spread the oil. You need soap and water, pronto."
"Just don't tell everyone about it."
"If you get as bad of a rash as I think you're going to get, there's gonna be no avoiding it. Just think. It'll be everywhere. You're arms. Your legs. Your face. And I mean everywhere. Use our imagination," I said with one last snicker. "Good thing I'm not allergic to it."
We walked into the beautiful house overlooking a poison ivy grove, and Eric scrubbed up in the kitchen sink, with the real estate agent shaking her head in amusement. We sure gave her one hell of a ride at both houses so far.
As I wondered what kind of mischief we would get us into at the next house, I realized we never did see what lay at the end of that path. Maybe we'll never know.