Monday Mojo

With nothing in its path,
a penis can shoot semen
anywhere from 12 to 24 inches.

 
 



I wish I was a mouse in THAT research room!

Thought this was a fun photo.


HAPPY MONDAY!

Sneak Peek Sunday - Handcuffs & Silk

 

Today's Sneak Peek is from Handcuffs & Silk

A 1 Night Stand Story

Stephanie "Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if it's just for one night.

Hunter Mason left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.

A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.
SNEAK PEEK

Pausing for a moment after shaving, Hunter gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Rubbing the smooth part of his neck where a collar had rested for over a year, he remembered the day Ericka removed the soft, blue, leather strap with her initials stamped on it. Funny how he hadn’t felt pain or loss when the relationship ended, but he’d never had a strong bond with Ericka. He’d questioned himself and whether he satisfied her. No matter, she recognized their relationship as unfulfilling and encouraged him to return to Vegas.

Not only did he leave New York and his lover, but also a way of life. He’d gotten too comfortable being taken care of by others. Somewhere, he’d lost a part of himself. The need to stand on his own two feet crept to the surface.

After spending years practicing law on the East Coast, home felt strange. During the last year, his brothers had begged him to return and take his place in the family-owned law firm. As soon as he informed his brothers he’d come home, they began making living arrangements for him before he could change his mind. Not one to enjoy being alone, and looking forward to seeing his brothers, he arrived in town before the completed preparation of his new place. Hunter comfortably settled into a suite at the Castillo, the flagship hotel in an exquisite chain of luxury resorts and hotels.

A ding on his computer alerted him to a new email.

After neatly cleaning the sink and hanging his towels, he sat down to see what had arrived—an email from Madame Evangeline, owner of the dating service his oldest brother pushed him into using. Jason said a one-night stand with the right woman would cure what ailed him. Not really convinced a woman could fix whatever it was that ailed him, he hadn’t expected to receive a reply so soon, if at all. Somewhat apprehensive, he took a deep breath, opened the message, and quickly read the contents. 
Mr. Mason,
I am pleased to let you know I have found a wonderful date for you this evening. I’m sorry it’s such short notice. Miss Stephanie Johnson is a lovely lady with the type of personality I’m sure you will find to your liking, and perfectly capable of fulfilling your current desires. I simply suggest you dress in black for the evening and present your date with a single, dark-red rose in the lounge at the Castillo at six o’clock.

Please enjoy the bottle of wine I have arranged to be delivered to your room. 

Have a pleasurable evening, 
Eve

Pensive Thoughts

Grandma Kleinbriel said three crows flying together in the same direction is an omen of death. Twice this month I have seen this omen and the outcome the same. During times such as these, I often put my thoughts into a poem or they slip into my current work in progress and a character will suffer. 

I was feeling rather pensive today.  Several times I found myself pausing in deep thought.  A quiet mood involving little thought at times, but emotion toiled within me like a hurricane approaching the beach.  My contemplation was peppered with sadness without having a goal of complete understanding.  As I tried to put my thoughts into some form of order, I fought an endless battle and lost.

Pensive moods usually hit me just before the storm erupts in my head leaving a well plotted story in its wake.  This time there is more.  A feeling of preparing for a loss, a moment of saying goodbye.  Will it be that I'll create a sad ending?  Or will I be forced to say farewell to a favorite character? Hopefully neither. 

I love my characters like children, like friends, like ... well... they are a part of me.  Saying goodbye them is like waving to a friend who you might never hug again. 

I don't like saying goodbye to a character or a friend.  It makes my heart hurt.  I guess I'll continue being pensive until my muse tells me it's time to write.