Sunday, July 28, 2013

Agnelli & Nelson - Everyday (Alex Gold Remix)

A Feeling Of Belonging - My Local Writers Group

My first experience with a local writers group, the Gloucester Writers Center in Gloucester, Massachusetts. I plan on returning in about a week for another writing event, mostly authors reading from their work. Then there is open mike night... ;)

Kosheen - Catch

Monday, July 22, 2013

Tuesday's Tales - Gone Boating

This week's Tuesday's Tale is a picture prompt. Write a story based on the above picture, but I have only 300 words to work with. So here we go! I've brought Eric and his sweetie by for yet another misadventure. Let's see what trouble he gets her into this time. Enjoy! 

To read the rest of the stories by some fine authors, go to the Tuesday's Tales Web Site.


Eric was up to his old antics again, getting frisky out in public, in full view of everyone.

"Out here? In a canoe in the middle of a lake?" I wailed. "What if someone with binoculars or a telescope sees us?"

"We'll just have to give them a good show." Eric grinned.

He pulled the straps on the back of my bikini top and it fell into the boat. I sat bare-breasted, covering myself. He tugged at my bikini bottom but I wouldn't budge.

"How am I supposed to get at you if you have these on?" He asked.

"Maybe we shouldn't..." I backed away, one arm still covering my breasts. I felt as if every eye on Crystal Lake spied on me! Eric crawled towards me, rocking the boat.

"Slow down. We're going to tip over," I whined.

"Let's do it. A dip in the cool water wouldn't hurt." Without warning, he gripped the sides of the canoe with both hands and shook it, hard. I panicked and grabbed the sides. That was enough to upset the balance.

The canoe flipped over, tossing both of us into the water. Eric's mule-braying laugh resounded around the lake. I fought with water trapped in my right ear. My feet didn't touch bottom, which I expected in 30 feet deep water, so I swam to the boat and clung on for dear life. Eric laughed the whole time, turning beet red from the effort. Somehow we made it to shore alive and intact, me covering myself since my bikini top disappeared in the water. Talk about putting on a show! At my insistence, we spent the rest of our vacation less than 20 feet from shore, and I wore a one-piece suit Eric couldn't mess with.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Blog Tour For "Trouble In Thigh High Boots"

My blog tour for "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" begins Monday. Here is the dirt:


7/22: Simply Ali

Giveaway Info:

Elizabeth is offering a copy of her other erotic fairytale "Climbing Her Tower" at each blog stop and also a grand prize of a $20 Gift Certificate. The more blogs you visit the more chances you have to win the grand prize so be sure to visit them all.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

DJ Doboy - The Vocal Edition Volume 24

DJ Doboy - The Vocal Edition Volume 24

01. york - on the beach (2007 sandhoppers remix)

02. chicane - saltwater (original)
03. the space brothers - shine (blake jarrell and jeff devas space roomates vocal mix)
04. pedro del mar feat emma nelson - feel (original club mix)
05. duderstadt & anita kelsey - smile (duende vocal extended)
06. speed step - call me (extended original)
07. akki & christian zechner ft aina - dreams (extended mix)
08. cosmic gate feat roxanna emer - a day that fades
09. angelina - pictures of you (dj shog remix)
10. the thrillseekers feat gina dootson - by your side (aly & fila remix)
11. bissen ft victoria jane - melting (alex morph b2b woody van eyden remix)
12. edvika - sometimes (fire and ice remix)

Monday, July 15, 2013

Tuesday's Tales - Live Long And Prosper!

I've been away for awhile! Here's my latest Tuesday Tale continuing Eric's story. This week's prompt is the word "court". 

To read the rest of the stories by some fine authors, go to the Tuesday's Tales Web Site.


I've been away for a few weeks, leaving all of you hanging as to the next adventure between Eric and I. So, I decided by way of an apology for keeping Bad Boy Eric away from you for such a long time, I thought I'd tell you how Eric came to court me.

This is the story of how we met.

I stood in the convention hall, surrounded by a group of men sporting blue shirts and pants and women dressed in tight-fitting blue minidresses. The women wore black go-go boots. All of them had pointed ears, courtesy of some rubber attachments and spirit gum. Each one tried to out-Vulcan the other.

Yup, I stood quietly amid a sea of Trekkies at a science fiction convention. I'd been to two horror conventions in previous years but nothing as huge as this. Call me speechless. I spoke on a "What's A Nice Girl Like You Doing Watching Scary Stuff Like This?" panel at my last horror con, and the organizer of this sci-fi con liked my chatter so much she asked me to be a guest speaker. Super! I accepted on the spot, and a year later I stood in this hall at the Marriott Hotel, dressed in a blue dress with my hair all curled and styled, dressed as Deanna Troi from "Star Trek: The Next Generation".

As a Betazoid with psychic powers, I should have seen Eric coming, but I didn't.

My panel was in five minutes, so I walked into the conference room, nervous as hell. My mouth felt like I had stuffed it with twenty cotton balls. I took at seat at the end of the table at the head of the room so I could flee the moment the panel ended in case I severely embarrassed myself. My gaze flitted around the room. Several women dressed as Slave Leah, including a few who really had no business trying to pull off that look. A very tall walking carpet stood in the center of the aisle blocking anyone else who tried to pass. Chewie moved aside as several harem girls and some guys wearing black suits and vampire makeup made their way to the front rows.

Then I saw him. The guy sitting ramrod straight in the front row to my right, holding a copy of Harry Harrison's "The Stainless Steel Rat" in his hands for all to see. He dressed like a normal person - jeans and a navy blue t-shirt. He was about my age and bald. I smiled at him and he blushed. How cute! I found a shy one.

"I love 'The Stainless Steel Rat'" I said.

"What?" He yelled.

"I said 'I love 'The Stainless Steel Rat'!" I yelled back.

He laughed and gave me a thumb's up.

The rest of the panelists joined me and I had a blast chattering about Trek for an hour. I wasn't nervous at all. That cute guy in the front row kept smiling at me and now I was the one who was blushing.

The panel ended much too quickly. Trekkies and other sci-fi and fantasy fans came up to me to talk about All Things Trek. I couldn't keep up with them. These are people who can name an episode's title, the date it aired, and rattle off all the guest stars when you cite only the first few lines in the show. I was into Trek, but I wasn't that into Trek, except maybe Classic Trek, but even them, I couldn't keep up with these fans.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Cute Bald Guy stood next to me, grinning a grin I soon became very familiar with.

"Hi, I'm Eric. You had some interesting things to say."

"Thanks. This was my first panel here."

"It didn't show. You were great. Have you been to this con before?

"No. This is my first time."

"So you don't know about the parties?"

"What parties?"

"Ah, I thought so. A newbie." There was that grin again. "Be in room 253 tonight at 9 pm. The Buccaneers are having a huge party like they do every year. They have the best party at the con. I'm coming in costume tonight."

"I'll be there."

"Good!" He eyed up my dress. "Deanna Troi, right?"

"Yup. She's my favorite character on 'Next Gen'."

"Mine, too. You look like her."


"No, I mean it. You really do look like her. The long, dark hair and you have big, dark eyes."

I blushed again. He knew just what to say to make me melt. "Thanks. Are you going to another panel?"

"I don't know. I might watch some anime."

"I'm heading for the Con Suite. I need lunch. I'll see you later, at the party?"

"You bet. You'll be able to find me easy. I'll be in costume. Are you with anyone?"

Ah, smooth wasn't he?

"No. What about you?"

He grinned and blushed. Any more blushing and we'd be a pair of beets. "Nope, I'm alone."

"I'll see you tonight, then."

"Good! Oh, my name's Eric. What's yours?"

I told him.

"What? I can't hear you!"

I told him again.

We waved and went our separate ways.

By 9 pm, I was walking down the hall to room 253, accompanied by my new friends Mark and Rikki. They were a married Pagan couple I met in the Con Suite. We chattered outside the room when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to find Eric standing before me. He had strange white make-up on his face, including a great big blotch of white and grey on his forehead. I couldn't figure out what he was.

"Why do you have a Baked Alaska on your forehead?" I asked.

He snorted. "It's a skull. You can't tell?"

I giggled. "No. It looks like you smeared a pastry on your head."

"I'm not much of an artist, but I didn't think it was that bad."

"It's not," I patted him on the shoulder. "Now that you tell me it's a skull I kinda see it." I nodded to the inside of the room. "So that's the party? It's packed already."

"You gotta get inside," Mark said. "Try the Rocket Fuel. It's amazing."

"I want that stuff. You told me about it." I patted Mark on the shoulder and nodded to Eric. "Mark, Rikki, this is Eric. I met him downstairs."

"Nice to meet you. Yes, the Rocket Fuel is good." Eric said.

"What's Rocket Fuel?" I asked.

"Come inside and we'll show you." Rikki said.

I followed Mark, Rikki, and Eric past the lumbering crowd that filled the room so full I could barely maneuver around the bodies. We reached the rear of the room where several guys dressed as pirates stood before a steaming metal bucket.

"She wants Rocket Fuel!" Mark yelled over the noisy crowd.

"Coming right up!" Blackbeard said as he scooped some whitish slush into a paper cup. The slush steamed, but it was cold when I took my cup. I sipped and my eyes widened.

"Wow, this is good. It tastes like lemonade." I said.

"Don't be fooled," Mark said. "It's powerful stuff."

"What's in it?" I asked.

"Grain alcohol, lemonade concentrate, and dry ice." Rikki said. "It's amazing, isn't it? And the fog effect makes is even better."

"I love it. This is very tasty." I sipped more, feeling the cold drink quench my dry mouth. Hotel atmospheric systems tended to dry me out so I was parched. This stuff was just the trick to quench my thirst.

"Don't drink it too fast," Eric said. "It'll catch up with you very quickly. You don't want to land flat on your ass."

"She won't fall, not in this crowd." Mark laughed. "The bodies alone will hold her up."

"Ah, here's the good part!" Rikki grabbed my arm. "They're making more! That means we get to sing the Monty Python Philosopher's Song!"

"What? Why"?

"It's a drinking song," Eric said. "It sets the right mood."

I watched as Billy Budd poured grain alcohol in the bucket and then emptied some lemonade concentrate onto it. Then, he added the dry ice. Using a wooden spoon, Blackbeard slowly stirred as mist overflowed the bucket and a fog crept across the floor. The sight was eerie and exciting at the same time. Then, everyone was served. Once each person in the room had a newly filled cup, the singing began.

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'bout the raisin' of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
'alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
and Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
"I drink, therefore I am."

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.

The partygoers let out a shriek of good cheer and downed their Rocket Fuel. I swallowed a hefty amount of mine, and the room began to spin.

I was feeling no pain.

I spent the rest of the night talking to Mark, Rikki, and Eric. A group of people playing bagpipes even dropped in and played a few songs. This troupe made the rounds of all the parties. There was nothing quite as enjoyable as sipping a 151 proof drink while listening to a bagpipe rendition of "Danny Boy". The party broke up shortly before dawn, and the four of us went our separate ways.

I returned to my room with a smile on my face, but I felt a little sad. I thought I'd likely never see Eric again.

How wrong I was!

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Strange Sexual Fetishes - 4th Of July Blog Hop

Welcome, readers coming here from The Blog Hop Spot! During this blog hop, my books "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" (erotic "Puss in Boots") and "Climbing Her Tower" (erotic "Rapunzel") are only...


That's less than you'd pay for a cup of coffee. :) Also leave a comment with your email address for a chance to win a copy of my erotic short story "Purr". That one is the short erotic retelling of "Puss In Boots". It's only a small portion of the fairy tale. "Trouble in Thigh High Boots" is the entire thing. Tell me what you're planning on doing for the 4th of July if you in live in the U. S. If you're from outside the U. S., tell me what plans you have for the summer.


Strange Sexual Fetishes

Fetishes are often used in erotic fiction, and I'm no stranger to them.. Foot fetishes or a fetish for getting off on pain are sometimes seen in erotic fiction, especially BDSM fiction. I used two lesser known but not entirely unknown fetishes in my erotic fairy tales "Climbing Her Tower" (erotic Rapunzel) and "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" (erotic Puss In Boots"). I used two in "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" - maxophilia (breast fetish) and lactophilia (nursing fetish). I touch on beastiality in this one, but not much. I used one in "Climbing Her Tower" - trichtophilia (shaving fetish).

Want to know how I used these fetishes? You'll have to read the books to find out. :) Here are some hints - Tita in "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" is a feline shape shifter. Cats like milk. :) In "Climbing Her Tower", Rapunzel's entire history is about her hair. The Prince has a shaving fetish. Opportunities abound.

Here are some widely-known fetishes. I'm sure you're familiar with them.

* Necrophilia - sexual attraction to corpses. No, not your ex.

* Beastiality - sexual attraction to animals. Erotic romance writers have to be careful they don't fall into beastiality territory when creating shifter characters, especially werewolves. One way to get around the beastiality problem is to not have the characters have sex when in animal form. I have created a character in an out-of-print book "Filthy Leuker" who shifts when he's sexually aroused but he never goes full wolf. Beastiality is one of the more common fetishes erotic romance writers deal with.

* Furries! Does it say something squicky about me that I know what "yiffing" is?

Here are some lesser-known fetishes. Do you or anyone you know experience any of these? If so, you may need professional help, LOL.

* Sacofricosis - making a hole in your pants to accommodate public masturbation.

* Symorophilia - becoming aroused at real or staged accidents (like the movie "Crash")

* Dendrophilia - sexual interest in trees. Not trees' sexual interest in you, a la "The Evil Dead".

* Autonepiophilia - sexual pleasure from dressing like an infant. Think Jerry Springer. It's just creepy to see a fully grown man dressed like a baby - in an adult diaper, rolling around in baby food and crying for his mommy. That's not sexy. That's weird.

* Gerontophilia - sexual preference for the elderly. Filthy rich elderly, anyone?

* Ursusagalmatophilia (Plushophilia) - sexual interest in teddy bears. Makes you look at the Care Bears and Teddy Ruxpin in an entirely new and unsettling light.

* Hierophilila - sexual attraction to religious objects. Think "The Exorcist" and Regan masturbating with a crucifix.

* Menophilia - sexual excitement at the sight or smell of a menstruating woman. Love getting your red wings? Then you may have menophilia.

* Dacryphilia - sexual arousal at someone crying. Otherwise called being a wanker. 


This isn't your mother's Rapunzel.

This erotic version of Rapunzel, "Climbing Her Tower" depicts Rapunzel as a voracious woman who discovers the joys of kinky sex with a sexy prince with a few unusual kinks of his own. This story includes BDSM, M/F, M/F/F, virgin fantasy, and erotic shaving. You'll get so hot you'll want to let your hair down as well! Let Rapunzel and her prince take you on the sexual ride of a lifetime. Absolutely only for 18 years and over.

""Climbing Her Tower" is an erotic twist to the fairy tale Rapunzel. I sure love a good fairy tale and this hot and steamy tale doesn't disappoint." -- Beverly at Sizzling Hot Book Reviews

"Climbing Her Tower has all that and more. It is the story of Rapunzel told with a bit of a BDSM twist." -- Hitherandthee from Night Owl Reviews

WARNING: Rapunzel isn't sweet and innocent. In this fairy tale erotica, she tires of being a virgin and craves the touch of Prince Richard's hands all over her body. Although she begins naive, she blossoms with sexual excitement under the watchful eye of her prince, who introduces her to BDSM, erotic shaving, and deep penetration. He leaves her wanting more, and you will want more too!

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This isn't your mother's Puss In Boots.

This erotic version of Puss In Boots, "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" is a story packed with hot, sexy, body humping adult fairy tale erotica.

"Trouble in Thigh High Boots is a delightfully creative retelling of the Puss in Boots tale. It is a tale that has been told myriad times, but never in such a wonderfully imaginative way. The characters are enchanting, and the story flows beautifully. The love scenes are sizzling." -- Hitherandthee of Night Owl Reviews

WARNING: Tita isn't your run of the mill Puss In Boots. She's a cat shapeshifter who turns into a mouth-wateringly sexy human woman with a sex drive to match. This story includes M/F, F/F, M/F/M/F, light bondage, and lactation. This erotic fairy tale will get you hot in all the right places. Definitely for only 18 years and over.

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The alluring puss in boots Muca aspired for her master to 
become the richest and most respected man in the land, but 
her job was cut out for her. Could she convince the local 
farmers to trust in her against the vicious ogre who ruled 
the region?

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