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For Halloween

For the first time ever, I did a reading, and was not nervous! I was asked by my brilliant friend Gregory Crosby to read at his Halloween event this past Saturday. Aside from the delicious Montepulciano that I sipped, I read a horror fragment from my last NaNoWriMo novel. After some heavy editing, I was comfortable to read the piece. I bumped butts with a red devil at the bar–I was dressed as myself as I am today! I thought it would be fun for to share my horror with you. Hope you like it! This story was told from various perspectives so in this excerpt, there are two points of view.

Happy Halloween!

Renata, New York

“Come in Gus, come on in!” She cried manically, and pulled the door open.

Renata was ecstatic, she was beside herself.

This was her masterpiece—Lauren was her masterpiece.

Like anything else, murder was something that got better the more that you did it. She had had such a beautiful sharp knife, and it was amazing to her the things that she could do with it and how easy skin could be to transform.

“Come on in Gus, step right up and enjoy the show!” she cajoled.

She urged him as if she was in a circus, and was the ringmaster, while she clutched the pearls that she had taken from Lauren that were splattered with blood. They were gorgeous, and she often wanted to touch then, but she never had.

At least not while Lauren was alive…

Gus followed Renata, and she felt the heat of his body behind her and it aroused her more than murdering Lauren had.

Murdering Lauren was the hot! She wad beyond aroused while she was murdering her and her blood was let. She could not stop herself from licking it, and tasting it like the fine wine that it was in the sacrament of murder…

Gus, New York

Renata was covered in blood. He did not know how she could have seemed so sane when she was covered in blood. The closer they got, the sicker he felt, and more unhinged he became.


What was left of Lauren.

He did not even have a chance to feel sick before he was sick. He thought he would choke on his vomit. He got on his knees in it beside Lauren, and felt Renata smooth his hair as she knelt beside him.


Lauren looked like she had been shredded. Her face was pulpy and beyond recognition, except her knew her intimately so he saw her.

She reminded him of a Francis Bacon painting of a butcher, with carcasses in the foreground. Lauren was nothing more than a slaughtered animal. She was literally a pile of meat, the woman that he had loved more than any woman.

Renata continued to smooth his hair, and reassure him while he threw up.

“Now, we can be together,” she purred, as if this was all normal. “I have given you such a gift! I told you that I would make it all better and I have!”

He barely understood what she continued to say, but she went out triumphantly, before she wrapped her arms about him, and kissed his temple.

What had he heard? He had heard that Renata had methodically murdered three women he had loved so she could be with him.

He turned on her, and pushed her onto the pile that was Lauren’s body. Renata was dazed, and rolled onto her side.

“You want to murder me Gus? I am not going to help you make art. You have to know for yourself how to make art.“ She picked up a slab of Lauren’s corpse, before she lie on her back on top of her, luxuriating in the slaughtered flesh. “I can be your masterpiece like Lauren was mine…”

She raised her arms up over her head, and he curled over her prone body on the floor her pretending to be a victim when she was anything but.

Gus did not know what to feel when he heard sirens, sirens and shouts.

“Don’t move!”

And he did not move, he could not move…

francis bacon(s) via wikipedia

My Sexy Saturday: Our Sexy Holidays


This is another excerpt from my unfinished in story, but not length NanoWriMo novel. My novel was based on this story I wrote about dirty panties. Writing the novel, I veered off so far from the orginal idea! That is what happens when you are a pantser–and I am a proud one! Here is an excerpt:


“Should I keep my shoes on?” She wondered to herself, then realized that she had asked it aloud.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

Veronica picked up her gait again, walked over to his desk and placed her panties on the top of it. Before she was able to finish putting her panties down, his hand was on top of hers.

“Your pussy smells so sweet,” he said, pulling her wrist to his mouth and kissed it. “Sit on my desk.”


Saturday stays sexy here:


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My Sexy Saturday: Her Sexy Fantasy

As promised picking up from last week, I bring you into the “sexy” galaxy of my NaNoWriMo novel! This novel was based on this story I wrote about dirty panties–but it had a mind of its own and got into a lot of other things–I still have not finished writing it! But here is another glimpse of it…

“So again what is a classy girl like you doing in a joint like this?”

She did not know if he was being facetious when he said that to her, but she looked at him through a cloud of smoke.

“Why does it matter to you about a girl like me?”

“Because maybe I was waiting for you sugar…”

She was not sure where he got that line from, but it worked on her like hell.

She went with him to the side entrance of the bar, and he opened the door for her and let her into his office. Saoirse looked around at him, and he was so close to her it felt like she would combust.

This scene is a combination of Saoirse’s sexy fantasy and reality…for more sexy fantasies, go here



knickers via wikipedia

My Sexy Saturday: Sexy Galaxy

This week’s My Sexy Saurday is an ode to the sci-fi writers among us which is great…but of which I am not one! I have never even seen Star Wars

However, I did create a sexy galaxy of sorts–I finished NaNoWriMo! That is, I wrote (over) 50000 words–but I still need to finish my novel. My novel was born after I suggested dirty panties for Kink of the Week, and wrote this story. Over the next month, I am going to post samples from it. Here is a taste:

This was her second attempt. The first time she had rubbed herself so hard, she missed her orgasm with the wrong flick of her finger. She had pulled up her panties, and closed her legs which still vibrated with lost Eros.

She came like a crash, so suddenly she gasped. Cora gripped her hand between her legs at the top of her thighs, letting the vibration roll underneath it.

Her whole body was damp, and between her legs was so wet with her come that she could barely keep her grip on her clit. But she came this time, so she was good. 

You can read the entire dirty panties story here.

You can explore other sexy galaxies here:


bloomers via wikipedia 

e[lust] No. 76 With Dirty Panties!!!

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I am always happy when I am included in e[lust], but this one is extra special because it includes my “Dirty Panties” story. This story is the basis of my current NaNoWrimo novel, and this acknowledgment from my peers hopefully will inspire me all the way to the finish line…

Now take a look at all of the below…

Welcome to Elust #76

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Sex and the post-birth vagina

Lonely Things

Just the two of us

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Tiny, shiny, bity snaps of steel…

I have fallen in and out of love with myself

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I had An Abortion

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and

the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Fiction

The End of the Run
Ladies Who Lunch
kink of the week: dirty panties
Brutal Nights
Because I Knew I Shouldn’t
Erotic Fiction: “Everything”
Look, Don’t Touch
As one night ends…
String Quartet
Unmasked: Part 1: The Gift
The Secret Rolls

Erotic Non-Fiction

The lick of love.
Tickle & Tease
Oral Sex, Don’t Forget Oral Hygiene – Whoops!
Feed my senses
Camming With A Foot Lover
Finding the Edges
Word power
The Mail Room
Doing It Herself

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

I Had An Abortion
The 7 Dimensions of Cock

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

When I Thought the Scene Was Done
Introducing the Abject Kitten, Part 2
The Joy of Fear
Talking About BDSM With Your Therapist
On Denial (and topping from the bottom)

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

I Did It My Way
Fuckin With Fuck Boys Part II
You don’t need my permission to fuck my lover

Writing About Writing

The Hunt for Adult/Sex Friendly Businesses

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Today I am joining Donna George Storey in NWWTHYWM, or NaWriWhaTheYouWaMo. It is a kind of reverse of NaNoWriMo, which I have done several times and won. The last time I did it I lost, it was sad because I had to give up due to my work schedule. I never had a problem with pushing myself until the loss, and believe me pushing yourself to write seven to ten-thousand words a day was a necessary evil. I am not bitter about it though, that is not why I am doing NWWTHYWM. But I do want to write and have it be complete ignorant bliss. To write because I want to. And yet, I found myself editing myself when a story came to me today, thinking to myself it is not related to anything that I am working on professionally. And yet is that not the point of this challenge?

This story arrived unexpectedly, much like I drove past a restaurant today I have wanted to try, saw it and remembered I wanted to go. I saw something that intrigued me creatively and built a scenario like a brick layer. The story stands alone–erotic, glass-covered and full of possibility. It is just something I want to explore, and I am going to explore it and free to do it because of NWWTHYWM. I want to feel free to write for the sheer pleasure of it, and not be invested in a numeric limit or an angle that agrees with something I am working on.

I will write just because I want to, will you join me?