10th Oct 2011

Happy Birthday to me!

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Oh yes, It’s my birthday so I am going to be indulgent. Here is a list of things I love.

My husband:

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CheeseCake:

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Owls:

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Cute Male Bums:

bums

A good book:

book

Now tell me what you love and celebrate with me. :)

9th Oct 2011

Sunday Snog – Restoration!

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It’s Sunday and it’s time for a snog, whoop! Today’s comes from Restoration, here’s the blurb.

Museum Restorer Theresa is thrilled when an ancient, dirt covered Roman Statue of Priapus comes into her care. She finds him fascinating and he becomes her erotic obsession. Night and day she is consumed by her lust for Priapus. Unknown to Theresa another person has been overtaken by the same obsession. It is only when her project is completed and Priapus is out on display that she discovers she is not the only one willing to take great risks just to worship the ancient god’s giant penis.

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So I throw myself into my work, flake by flake, grain by grain I reveal the wonder of this sex god. He is affecting me. I spend my day in a haze of sexual fantasies. When I worked on his curling, soft locks I could see my hands gripped within them, my body beneath him, his giant phallus buried in my wet, juicy cunt. I could hear my cries, the obscenities pouring from my lips as I pulled him in deeper and deeper ‘til he split me open in my moment of orgasm.

When I was working on his eyes, I saw myself on my knees before him, licking and sucking at his mighty knob, my eyes raised and joined with his gaze as he luxuriated in the wetness of my wanton mouth around his aching cock.

When I was working on his lips I saw them on my body. I imagined them on my neck, my breasts my stomach, my thighs. I envisioned them biting and nibbling, kissing and caressing up and down my body. I saw myself riding his face, my cunt rubbing up and down over his lips and nose, his strong, stone tongue inside me like a cock.

I’m glad to be working on his neck, if I concentrate on just his neck I get a rest from the sexual madness that has taken me over of late. I just have to concentrate on one tiny little patch of cold marble. I have to remember it is just stone. I mustn’t let my gaze flick down his dirty body to his proud member rising from betwixt his thighs. I mustn’t look up and linger on his lips because then my body explodes with lust once again.

I hope you liked today’s unconventional kiss!

Now, Authors, Feel free to add your snog to the list below. Just pick a kiss excerpt from one of your works (published or unpublished) and post it up on your blog. Use the Sunday Snog Banner, link back to this post then when you’ve posted it pop back here and add your URL to the list. It’s as simple as that! If you need any help at all please feel free to contact me victoria @ victoria blisse .co. uk (no spaces)

7th Oct 2011

Friends Friday -Jaime Samms!

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Please welcome Jaime Samms, our Friends Friday blogger for today! I’m looking forward to your post, Jaime!

I was sitting tonight, my computer humming, the evening darkening outside my picture window, dinner settling in my belly, trying to decide if I should write or paint my nails and contemplate what to put in this blog post.

As I chose a nail colour, (you’re not surprised, are you? I mean…one must look good at work, even if the commute is only a short, bunny-slippered shuffle away), I noticed that the box of nail enamel has morphed over the past year from a refined and sophisticated pallet of pinks and creams (government job. What can I say) to bright blues and purples, and even a jar of banana yellow. Odd.

I rifled through and landed on my favourite: a dark blue-gray that isn’t quite serious enough to be black, but definitely, unmistakably not conventional. I was about to blame this strange shift of colour pallet on my eleven-yr-old daughter when I realized: I bought every single one of those colours. (except the yellow. That was definitely her)

So…why? What changed? I still have the government job. Granted, it is a contract job and I’m not currently working it, but I can say, without doubt, that I wouldn’t hesitate to wear this same nail colour there. After all, last contract, I had pink and purple streaks in my hair.

It isn’t the kids. I mean, I’ve had them an awful long time. Same goes for the husband. Same one I’ve had almost fifteen years. So why the purple hair and near-black nails? Why the fourteen hole Doc Martins and the swing in my step?

Then it hit me. This year, I came out. I stopped pretending my writing career was something to keep under wraps, to not mention. I decided, if people don’t like what I write, if they have an issue with it, too damn bad. If the family who love me are going to freak out because I write about men falling in love and having sex, well, let them. They’re allowed. I’m tired of feeling like I have to apologize for it.

So now most of my family has asked for my website address, to see what I write, and I’ve handed it out. Haven’t heard word one back from any of them, and you know what? It doesn’t matter. I have found the thing that makes my heart sing and my soul hum. I know I’m good at it. It makes me happy.

And that’s just the thing. It makes me happy. I’m not really in it for any other reason. I’m not in my life to make other people happy. That isn’t my job. They can be as unhappy as all get out that their little sister/friend/daughter/fellow-dance-mom writes gay erotica, and guess what? Don’t care! Let it be their cross to bear, if they feel they need one.

I’ve got my steel gray nail polish and my blue hair (yes, it’s blue this year) and my Docs, my royalty check, and I’m all right :D

Oh, and also? It’s my birthday today, and if this is what a mid-life crisis looks like? Bring it the heck on! I’m all in. I think a tattoo is in order, yes?

Lots of people wake up and realize their life isn’t at a place they expected. What about you? Ever have that epiphany telling you things had changed while you were distracted? For the Better? Not so much for the better?

 

For more from Jaime check out her website.

6th Oct 2011

Patricia Green – Inspiration at Home.

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Inspiration at Home

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When I’m asked about what inspires me as I write, I give my answer without hesitation: my husband.

There are so many ways he gives me motivation, focus and verve. I’ll list a few, and perhaps you will see your spouse in this description also.

He inspires me in his industriousness. Although he writes non-fiction exclusively, he is constantly working at it, trying to perfect his skills and find better and more comprehensive resources. The heroes I create are also industrious. One example is Mikhail Andropov of Daughter of the Moon, books 1 and 2. He is the president of a small survivalist organization and works long and hard trying to keep his group safe during a world-wide disaster.

A fellow’s look can be inspirational, whether in-person or in the media. Think of how many writers are inspired by George Clooney, for example. I did a poll not long ago, asking my readers which actor they were most attracted to, and he won hands-down. Sean Connery came in a close second. Since I’m attracted to men with dark hair—which is what my husband has—I write my heroes with dark good looks, broad shoulders and strong physiques. One such hero is Michael O’Malley of Laricon’s Ways.

My husband also inspires me with his intelligence. If there was ever a person who could explain a complex issue in layman’s terms, it is my husband. It’s his specialty, in fact. My intellect, dubious as it might be, pales in comparison. I wrote a particularly intelligent male character for Under Wraps. Esteban says he’s Alejandro, but he has to convince our heroine of this fact or get hanged. When your life is in the balance, you have to be smart—or else!

Courage is also an important component of inspiration. Who doesn’t feel inspired by firemen, policemen, and military men? They are super-courageous! My husband has courage in his convictions, just like Doc, from my book, Snowy and the Seven Wharves. Doc is a US Marshal assigned to protect Snowy from her evil stepmother.

I’ve used a lot of examples from my books in this article, but the reality is they all are inspired by my best friend, confidante, and mentor: my husband. Many writers are inspired by the people around them, people they know, and, in my case, love. That’s why we marry them. They make us feel the joy of discovery that comes with creating a new character that’s believable and who breathes like a real person—just like they do.

Who inspires you?

Patricia’s Biography

Author bio:
Having begun her writing career at the tender age of seven by publishing a poem in a children’s magazine, Ms. Green has spent many years at typewriter and keyboard.

She’s the author of 11 published projects (10 ebooks; and one out-of-print traditional book).

She is a member of EPIC, the Erotic Authors Association, and the Erotica Readers and Writers Association.
Ms. Green resides in the Washington DC area, is married to her best friend, and is the mother of twin daughters.

5th Oct 2011

Cliff Hanger

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Today’s Wank Wednesday prompt is #cliff and the Silver Flash prompt is “There are some lessons in life you just never seem to learn…” Here’s what I made of it!

I apologise in advance for this one. I’ve been very indulgent indeed today! More explanation after the story!

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Cliff Hanger

There are some lessons in life you just never seem to learn and mine revolve around a star. Not one in the sky but a celebrity. A Pop genius, a legend and the love of my life.

Cliff Richard.

No, I’m not sixty and no I’m not a Gran. I’m in my twenties and I am mostly sane. I do have a little aberration when it comes to him. I love him. I go to the concerts, I listen to his music and I am the epitome of a besotted fan girl.

All my boyfriends were judged on their cliffness. John had the quiff but he didn’t have the heart. Steve had the voice and the sensuality but he didn’t have the charm. George was almost perfect but he broke my heart. Well and truly, we don’t talk anymore just doesn’t scratch the surface of how much he hurt me.

It was my mate Donna who sprung a surprise trip out on me. I’d barely passed the pyjamas and chocolate stage of my relationship grieving when she thrust the tickets into my hand. “Friday, me and you and Craggy Rick, no arguments.”

You don’t argue with Donna, she doesn’t give you opportunity to. So Friday I was at the union pub propped up in the corner with Donna, a bottle of wine and Craggy. If you’ve not worked out by now Craggy is a Cliff tribute act. I’ve avoided him for years because let’s face it, no one is going to better Cliff. So I save my money and go to see the man himself.

But Donna was determined I was going to enjoy the night, I had to at least humour her. The three glasses of red wine certainly heightened my enthusiasm. Craggy didn’t sound like my idol and he didn’t look much like him either but he wasn’t half bad.

I’m not sure if it was the wine that mellowed me or if it was the pent up sexual energy from the past months of singledom but Craggy looked pretty tempting to me. He had dark, brooding eyes and a quiff, I like a good, chocolate brown quiff. He was tall, he was charming and his voice was deep and it reverberated within me. I melted.

After the show he came over to our table. I thought he’d been pulled in by Donna’s short skirt and cheeky winks but it soon became apparent I’d been wrong. Donna excused herself after fifteen minutes to go to the ladies but she never came back.

“I’ve always had a passion for Cliff,” Rick explained, “my mum loved him and whenever I listen to his voice it transports me back to my childhood and dancing round the living room with my mum.”

I nodded enthusiastically and put a hand on his knee. He covered it with his own as we continued to chat. He had been a construction worker but when it all became to much for his joints he took up singing professionally. He’s been the karaoke king and was often compared to the ultimate bachelor boy. I was besotted with him, we connected and he ended up escorting me home. Like a gentleman he went in for a soft peck on the cheek, like the devil woman I am I pulled him in not only for a hard, deep snog I dragged him into my house for even more and like the gentleman he was he followed me in with his lucky lips without a moments fuss.

That’s why I like an older man. He was twice my age but he was twice as tender, twice as considerate as lads my own age. He made my body sing, he made my mind explode and it truly felt like we were wired for sound.

And then, then when I woke up I woke to him serenading me. Ocean Deep and the Twelve of Never, what more could a girl want?

I learnt my lesson, no one, no one ever will live up to the standard that is Cliff Richard. He is the one and he is the only. But the best man for me is a man who understands my obsession and not only understands it, he’s part of it. Rick and I married, we went to and from the church in a red, London bus, our first dance was to My Pretty one and I knew I was going to be happy for the rest of our time together.

From a distance we look like a strange couple, we get criticised all the time but we’re stronger than that. Congratulations to me, this is my kinda life and it’s filled with true love ways.

Although I am not quite as obsessed as the above lady, this story is brought to you by the 12 year old girl who wrote to a teen magazine to tell them off for taking Cliff Richard’s name in vain. This is the 30 year old woman who went to her first Cliff Richard concert and was pretty much the youngest person there. Yes, I love Cliff Richard and I’m not afraid to say it.

So, if any of you are up for it. I will give your choice of book from my back catalogue to anyone who can tell me how many Cliff Richard song titles/ Lyrics I’ve mentioned in the above example of Flash Fiction. I will accept guesses. ;) Put your answers in the comments below and be sure to place your email in the box provided so I’ll be able to contact you with your prize. I’ll draw the winner next Wednesday!

Now to read things that aren’t coloured by a life long obsession check out Wank Wednesday offerings at the eroticnotebook.co.uk and below you’ll find the Silver Flash offerings too! Something here is bound to take your fancy!

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