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Rebel Goddess

2011-11-09T17:44:00.009-05:00

I'll be on the Rebel Goddess show with Lakota Phillips this evening 6-7pm EST.

Come on over and join us. Be sure to call in and add your thoughts to the show!

That's the Rebel Goddess show on New Dissident Radio: http://newdissidentradio.com/rebel_goddess.html

Lakota Phillips at EM!

2009-07-27T07:15:00.000-04:00

Lakota Phillips is our guest today at
Erotic Muses!

Cricket Starr at EM!!!

2009-07-20T07:48:00.002-04:00

Cricket Starr is our guest today at
Erotic Muses!

Guest Blogging at Erotic Muses!

2009-07-13T07:41:00.004-04:00

Monday, July 20 kicks off the next round of guest bloggers over at Erotic Muses!

We've got a great lineup, once again, so make a note to drop by!

Here's the quick-link to the calendar:
Guest Blogging Calendar.

Dakota Cassidy at EM!

2009-04-13T08:31:00.005-04:00

Dakota Cassidy at Erotic Muses today
Book Give-Away Drawing!!!!!

Leave a comment on her post, or just say HI to enter!

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses.

Jory Strong at EM today!

2009-04-06T16:23:00.001-04:00

Jory Strong at Erotic Muses today
Berkley release Ghostland out tomorrow!!!!!

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses.

Baxojayz at E.M.

2009-03-23T06:00:00.000-04:00

Baxojayz, from Baxojayz Centricity is at Erotic Muses today!

Get over there and check him out!
Erotic Muses.

Post at Erotic Muses

2009-03-16T09:12:00.002-04:00

For a glance at my England trip head over to Erotic Muses.
EROTIC MUSES

Flash Fiction at the SEx Blog

2009-03-08T06:00:00.000-04:00

Hey guys, I'm over at the LSB SEx blog today.
Come Flash Me!

Linda Bergen at EM!

2009-02-16T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses.

Roxy Harte is at E.M. Today!!!!!

2009-02-09T07:04:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses
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My Winter Vacation!

2009-02-05T19:38:00.035-05:00

Hey all. I know I've been MIA lately, but I have a really good reason for that. I spent a month in Australia!!!

And a long weekend in Singapore.

Don't have any pictures yet from the Singapore part of the trip, but a friend of mine did me a favor when I was in the Sydney area, and took a bunch of happy snaps for me as he showed me around. They're not in any particular order.

Big thanks to Brett Jackman, Polar Impressions Photography, for the tour and the pics.

Went around the Sydney Harbor on a ferry and this is some of the stuff we saw

Totally prime real estate ... worlds ugliest building

These birds would just come and sit on the balcony railing next to you. Not something an Ohio girl sees much of

Our vantage point for the New Year's Eve fireworks

Sydney at night. I think it looks magical
Just a cool night shot of a phone booth. Don't see many of those around any more

What the pictures can't convey, is how refreshing the city is. For someone that's never been anywhere much outside the States, I found the people delightfully laid back, friendly, and just plain decent.

It's a destination I would recommend to anyone.
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Leah Braemel at E.M.!

2009-01-26T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses
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Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!!

2008-12-24T11:59:00.009-05:00

The first video is for Larry's nan. My thoughts and prayers are with you luv.

This second video is one of my favorite Christmas songs.

Jaci Burton at E. M.!

2008-12-22T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses
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TT - Spotlight: Brett Jackman

2008-12-17T18:28:00.005-05:00

Last week I introduced you to Sydney, Australia photographer Brett Jackman. This week I'll be sharing with you some of his people photography.

(Don't forget to check out his links below)

~ The man himself ~
I hope you enjoy his work as much as I do.

Brett's Links -

Deviant ART: http://polarimpress.deviantart.com

Model Mayhem: http://www.modelmayhem.com/Polar

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1624801619&ref=profile

Models: if you're in or near the Sydney area and would like to expand your portfolio, drop Brett a line.

CONTACT: EMAIL BRETT JACKMAN
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Amy Ruttan at E.M.

2008-12-15T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses
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TT - Spotlight: Brett Jackman

2008-12-10T14:23:00.030-05:00

Let me introduce you to Sydney, Australia photographer,
Brett Jackman, the man behind Polor Impressions Photography.

(All photos in the post were taken by Brett. You want to use one of them? Just ask him, he's very easy to work with)
~ And he's hot too! ~
I asked Brett to tell me how he got into photography,
and here's what he said:
I remember the first time I thought “wow that would make a great photo”

I was on my motorcycle, the way the light reflected off the chrome at a thousand separate points seemed so poetic. Struck with an idea I went out and bought a camera and an American flag and went to the local Harley Davidson dealer. I draped the flag over the bike and took a series of B&W on film. They were crap and didn’t really turn out at all, but I loved the process and I wanted to be good at it, and I wanted to do it more.

So the old Ricoh film camera and I took photos of anything I could think of, beaches buildings, people, sights and sounds both foreign and home grown. Skip forward a few years and I received my first formal training at the hands of the Australian Federal Police.

It was with them I learned the trade, light, shadow, depth of field, angles, framing, shutter speeds, ISO and how to develop my own film. The specialty of the occupation was “candid portraits” ;-)

After years of evidentiary field work, the dawn of the digital age and a growing interest in concept theme artistic photography skip forward again and now I am the teacher, I instructed in the field and the classroom but now with all the twists and turns that digital photography brought to the profession.

I will forever indulge my first love of concept and theme photography for the sake of art and my love of the process. While taking photos of lovely often naked women has a special place in my heart I choose not to narrow the field on subject matter. Landscapes, skylines, buildings, postcards, expressive and emotive portraits, B&W, color, low light, aerial, macro and nature. I love it all, if I can find something cool, inspiring, awful, beautiful or tragic I will point and shoot.

I don’t use or even have “Photoshop.” One simple rule, I don’t do anything with an image on a computer that I couldn’t do in a darkroom with a negative and a print.

Now my government work involves only occasional photographic consultancy. Privately, I am involved in paid work for various photographic services including; Glamour Portraits and Modeling Portfolio work.

I am launching a photographic services website in early 2009.

Below are further examples of his work. I'll be featuring him next Thursday, as well. On that day I'll be focusing on his people shots. You really don't want to miss those!

Brett's Links -

Deviant ART: http://polarimpress.deviantart.com

Model Mayhem: http://www.modelmayhem.com/Polar

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1624801619&ref=profile

CONTACT: EMAIL BRETT JACKMAN
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Susan Helene Gottfried at E.M.

2008-12-08T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Anyone familiar with the West of Mars Meet and Greet, or Shapeshifters...
Rumor has it Trevor Wolff might stop by!!!
Erotic Muses
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Sharing the Lurve

2008-12-04T10:43:00.008-05:00

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Happy Birthday Larry!!!

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OTHER NEWS
I'm the featured author at the Internet Book Database this month! You can win an autographed copy of Dead Again there!!! CLICK HERE!!!

And...

Baxojayz Centricity is running a week long interview thingy on me starting some time today. To see it: CLICK HERE!!!

T.A. Chase at E.M.!

2008-12-01T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check him out!
Erotic Muses
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2008-12-01T04:00:00.004-05:00

NOTICE!!!
I'm the featured author at the Internet Book Database this month! You can win an autographed copy of Dead Again there!!! CLICK HERE!!!

And...

Baxojayz Centricity is running a week long interview thingy on me starting some time today. To see it: CLICK HERE!!!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

2008-11-27T11:53:00.003-05:00

You all have a wonderful holiday!!!

L.A. Day at E.M.

2008-11-24T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses
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TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-11-20T12:09:00.026-05:00

Better late than never!!!!!

A bit of a different selection. I could so use a good source for male art nudes...

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Ann Jacobs ... Come on Down!

2008-11-17T09:10:00.001-05:00

Ann has yet to arrive at Erotic Muses, but I'm still hoping she will make it today!

Erotic Muses
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About the TT this week...

2008-11-14T04:04:00.004-05:00

Ok, so I was supposed to provide all of you with some tasty nekkid people yesterday and I failed to do so. See, it's like this. I got all caught up in this new project and by the time I realized it was Thursday, it was already Friday.

Those of you that are on facebook with me already know that I'm in a relationship with Larry Perfect. He is the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. He's an independent electrician/auto electrician, model and extra/actor.

As a favor, I kind of made him a website yesterday, instead of putting up my usual TT.

Wanna see it??? I just KNOW that you do.

So click here: Larry Perfect's Website!

Larry Perfect ...

2008-11-12T10:09:00.001-05:00

Man, is he ever!

Marie Harte is at E.M. Today!!!

2008-11-10T00:46:00.001-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
She's giving away a free download
of her latest release!

Erotic Muses
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TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-11-06T09:43:00.010-05:00

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Ruth D. Kerce at E.M.

2008-11-03T05:00:00.000-05:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses
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TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-10-30T07:02:00.014-04:00

Happy Thursday Everyone!!! Don't forget, on Monday's there's guest bloggers over at Erotic Muses!

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Paige Tyler is at Erotic Muses!!!

2008-10-27T10:18:00.005-04:00

Get over there and check her out!
Erotic Muses
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TT- 13 NSFW Nekkid People!

2008-10-23T11:58:00.002-04:00

Just a quick note. I grabbed my new computer today, not knowing that, among other things that didn't get transferred, MY PICTURES didn't get transferred. So it's going to be later today, before I can get the post up.

Guest Blogging at Erotic Muses

2008-10-20T00:40:00.025-04:00

Starting next Monday I'll be featuring guest bloggers on Mondays over at Erotic Muses.

Below are the slots already filled. I've got a lot of invites out, but if you've got a book coming out and you'd like to join us, just drop me an email at lisaandel@lisaandel.com . I'll be filling these slots on a first come first serve basis.

Here's the lineup so far:

March
2 — Dakota Cassidy (New release with Berkley Mar. 3. Give-away contest) --- Website
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23 — Baxojayz --- Website
30 — Jodi Lynn Copeland (new release with Kensington) --- Website

April
6 — Jory Strong --- Website
13 — Dakota Cassidy (New release with Berkley Mar. 3. Give-away contest) --- Website
20 — Paige Tyler --- Paige's Blog
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11 — Leah Braemel --- Website
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July
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Thanks everyone. Hope to see you there!!!

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-10-16T12:00:00.000-04:00

FINALLY!!!!! Here it is folks. :)

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TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-10-09T09:05:00.013-04:00

I found out the other day that my mom had taken her dogs to church one day and had them blessed. They each have their own "Certificate of Blessing".

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Look

2008-10-04T12:34:00.006-04:00

What Roscoe James made for me.

Thanks Larry. Beso

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-10-02T09:20:00.000-04:00

Ack, I'm late!!! I know that last night I thought "This is Wednesday, I need to get the TT together for tomorrow". Next thing I know, I'm waking up, and I haven't done it!

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TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-09-24T21:23:00.000-04:00

Another Thursday has arrived and I still haven't gotten a thing done.

Hopefully that will change in the near future.

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At Erotic Muses Today

2008-09-22T07:48:00.001-04:00

This is my offering over at Erotic Muses today.

Some things need no explanation.

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-09-17T17:00:00.014-04:00

GOOD THURSDAY TO EVERYONE!!!!!

Love nekkid day. Don't you?

Let's not waste any more time and get to today's goodies, shall we?

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Monday at Erotic Muses

2008-09-14T23:30:00.003-04:00

So I share everything I post over there, here. I can't help myself.

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-09-10T22:03:00.000-04:00

Another happy Thursday to everyone!!!

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Monday at Erotic Muses

2008-09-08T00:27:00.004-04:00

I've got this little treat up at Erotic Muses today. Definitely some fine art. ;-)

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-09-04T00:53:00.000-04:00

Happy Thursday Everyone!!!

Not much going on with me, at the moment. Just enjoying the sun, and the last really good days of Summer. Hope all of you are doing well.

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Moday at Erotic Muses

2008-09-01T09:05:00.004-04:00

I figure since I'm posting man flesh over at Erotic Muses, I might as well post it here too. :-)

He doesn't look quite as comfortable in the "after" picture, does he?

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-08-29T18:01:00.000-04:00

Hoping you all don't notice that I'm more than a day late with this....

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Monday at Erotic Muses

2008-08-25T03:08:00.002-04:00

Hi all, I posted a picture today over at Erotic Muses that I thought was interesting. ;-)

TT13 - NSFW - NEKKID MEN & WOMEN!

2008-08-21T01:43:00.011-04:00

Oops. I would say I'm getting a late start here today, but I've been working on this post, off and on, all evening. Just couldn't get to sleep, and the lack of it has sucked all the concentration out of my head.

On to the naked people then...

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Estolar (WT) excerpt at EM

2008-08-18T01:27:00.003-04:00

Hey gang. Most of you have already seen the excerpt I posted here from the WIP Estolar, but if you haven't, I have it posted over at the Erotic Muses blog today.

ACK!!!

2008-08-17T01:41:00.003-04:00

I just found out my book links weren't working. Got it fixed.

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-08-13T23:21:00.000-04:00

HAPPY THURSDAY!!!!!

For those of you stopping by for the first time, you're probably wondering why I've got more than 13 nekkid people. I can't honestly tell you. I just remember a lot of comments flying around and suddenly I ended up with the 28 picture nekkid people Thursday Thirteen.

Now leave your comments about these lovely ladies and gentlemen.

Or else. :P

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I didn't forget...

2008-08-11T17:38:00.003-04:00

It's Monday, and I had to post over at Erotic Muses today. Just not enough time to do everything I want to do.

I'll join the Poetry Train when I can, and of course, the TT will be up very nearly every Thursday. :D

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-08-07T02:44:00.012-04:00

I've got to admit that while I love looking at pictures of nekkid men, I really miss the sun, and the beach...

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Back from the Beach

2008-08-05T18:42:00.000-04:00

The place I stayed

There was a balcony that faced south, and one that faced east

My views from those balconies

Incredible white sand beach

My luxurious transportation

The Village. Lots of places to shop, eat and drink

I got stuck inside for a couple days because of the rain

Had a wonderful trip, and wish I was still there.
Or better yet, living there

TT-13 Not Happening Today

2008-07-31T08:24:00.001-04:00

Hey all, I'm at the beach, and so not in the mood to spend hours on the computer. Come back next week, will ya? I'll have the regular TT up and running again.

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2008-07-24T00:00:00.000-04:00

Monday Poetry Train - NSFW

2008-07-21T01:00:00.002-04:00

Last week I shared with you a humorous post, written by Scorpy. I thought this week, I'd show you a different side of the man.

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THE STORM...
I wrote this for the girls...I hope you like...

The moonlight slices thru the lace curtain painting tiny stars across your naked body. A light breeze catches the curtains sending the cooling stars dancing across the beads of perspiration that stand proud against your glistening skin. Tiny shivers ripple thru your body. The breeze disappears as quickly as it came, dropping the curtains back against the bed head. The humid air descends from above and once again smothers you with its weight. The storm is not far away…you can smell its scent thru the open window and hear the distant rumble. Your eyelids are heavy and you let them close as you sink back into the pillow and the heat once again plagues you.

A noise at the end of the bed startles you into sitting up. HE is standing there… naked… he holds a small wooden bowl, full of ice. He whispers ‘Lay down. Close your eyes. I’ll take your pain away’. You do as he requests. His footfalls tell you he is moving around the bed and then the mattress shifts, as it takes his weight. You roll slightly toward him. He says nothing but you hear his breathing and you sense his closeness. You become aroused and a little scared. He has done this before and each time the path to pleasure is something different. It is part of the game. Your anticipation coupled with his skill brings your senses and pleasure to the fore. The storm is getting closer…

Suddenly your breath is taken away, your muscles tense, your back arches forcing your breasts harder against his hand and the cube of ice that his is moving across your body. A trickle of cool liquid runs thru the valley of your breasts, to pool at the base of your throat. He moves closer now and you feel his tongue as it laps the water away, splashing droplets across your shoulders. His lips gently kiss your throat as the ice continues to trace cooling patterns across your inflamed body. The kisses are now spot fires moving ever closer to the valley between your clenching thighs. You writhe in the pleasures of the ice, the heat and his lips. The ice draws across the softness of your inner thigh and the tempo of your excitement increases. He slides his hand higher and the ice explodes against the heat within. There are no words to explain the instant pleasure and pain, gratification and guilt that swamp you. He continues to bring you to climax and now he has replaced the ice with his tongue. You arch and writhe under his attention. The hot and cold is excruciating, powerful and all consuming. You want him, now! He knows it but still he makes you wait. The thunder rolls through the open window, the lightening arcs above and the wind explodes the curtains…He takes you then. Powerful thrusts drive you backward as you wrap your legs around him forcing him deeper. You pull him toward you and hope it never ends. The steady rhythm of love making turns to the wanton need of unadulterated passion. Pain flares and subsides as it is replaced by intense pleasure. You feel his muscles tighten and his pace increase. Your bodies mimic the storm as your pleasure and the tempest peak together. You fall apart satiated as the storm, outside and in, subsides. He rolls toward you cupping your face and kisses you so softly that it feels like the wings of a butterfly. The heat is dissipating and the breeze is cooling as the rain dances on the tin roof. He wraps you in his arm and pulls you to his chest. Sleep is not far away and he waits for you there...as always

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Once again I offer my thanks to the very talented Scorpy.

For more of his writing please visit: Fallen Scorpio
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2008-07-16T23:11:00.000-04:00

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Monday Poetry Train - NSFW

2008-07-13T21:36:00.004-04:00

I know I've been out of it for several months and I thank all of you for your support during that time.

Thinking about that, lead me to think of another blogger, Scorpy, that's been pretty much MIA of late. I've brought him up before here, and I decided to bring him up again today.

The following is a post of his that absolutely made me laugh my ass off.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

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Going Down...

I was thinking of starting a new blog; Titled 'The Adventures of Captain and Co-pilot'. What do you think of the artwork? Yes, the face is representative :). You may have to reacquaint yourselves with their first adventure before commenting. I have drafted a few more 'transmissions' from our Dynamic Duo.

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When a guy enters into a sexcapade he is 'thinking' a whole lot. He has to impress, he has a reputation to either uphold or start and he wants his woman to cum. His check list is more akin to a pilot’s. If you could listen into the control centre of a man’s brain it would sound a little like this:

Co-pilot to Captain "I’m lost in the undergrowth Captain and there is no way through"..."I thought the bush had been cleared"
Captain to Co-pilot "Did you kiss her from the navel all the way down? It leads straight to it, Man! You have to get in there. The hope of all men is resting on your navigation skills. We have a reputation here mister!”"
Co-pilot to Captain "OK...I can see a clear path. I’ve reached the face but cannot locate the button…repeat…cannot locate the button. Beginning manual search now...but its dark down here"
Captain to Co-pilot "What do you mean you cannot locate the button? It's near the apex…it’s always at the apex. Look harder. Use your tongue and fingers...Lick, nip, suck. Good God man! You have to find it”"
Co-pilot to Captain "OK! I’ve located it. It was hiding under a small hood. Stand-by....Manipulating now."..."What’s that noise?”"
Captain to Co-pilot "It’s OK. She’s beginning to fire up. It’s the right button and not just a lump. You had me worried there number one. Carry on, you’re doing well. Increase repetitions to 75% and raise flaps – we are approaching lift off velocity”"
Co-pilot to Captain "I don’t think I can hold my breath that long Captain and my jaw is aching. I’m cramping up…are you there? Hello? Hello?.... Communications is down! I repeat comms.. is.. down!..."
Captain to Co-pilot "Comms is back up…get a grip man...she got excited and clamped her thighs around your head. Your vitals said both you and she nearly blacked out. Well done! Increase to 100% and stand by….Yes…Yes…YES…thar-she-blows. Give it a little more Cap’n and then start to ease down on the throttle. We don’t want to overheat her just yet.."

A man has to think on his feet...errr...stomach. He's constantly thinking of multiple manoeuvres...Rub there, increase tempo here, use other hand there, maintain pressure during the Kiss cycle and don’t forget to move a little.
Co-pilot to Captain "Did she just moan Captain? What does that mean? Is it good or bad? Is she tired or aroused?"
Captain to Co-pilot "Maintain pressure Co-Pilot..you're losing her...!"

It's bad enough trying to rub your tummy and pat your head but sex can be down right hard. Sex should be fun… not hard work :)

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Thanks again Scorpy for letting me steal something from your blog.

You guys really should go over there and check out this man's writing. Did I mention that he's the sexiest man on the planet? Check him out right here: Fallen Scorpio
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Flash Fiction at the SEx Blog

2008-07-13T11:08:00.003-04:00

Hey guys, I'm over at the LSB SEx blog today.
Come Flash Me!

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-07-10T09:20:00.030-04:00

Happy Independence Day!!!

2008-07-04T00:32:00.001-04:00

That goes for me too, ya know...

Erotic Muses Monday

2008-06-29T23:05:00.001-04:00

Every Monday I'll be over at Erotic Muses. Come check it out.

TT13 - NSFW - NEKKID MEN & WOMEN!

2008-06-26T03:39:00.000-04:00

I found this great site and I stayed up late scarfing up pictures. No men, of course. I'm still searching for good sites with men, so if you know any, give me a yell.

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Monday at Erotic Muses

2008-06-23T08:29:00.002-04:00

Monday's I post over at Erotic Muses so please stop by there and say hi.

TT-13 Nekkid Men & Women - NSFW

2008-06-19T23:49:00.000-04:00

OMG. Where has the time gone? Has it really been a month since I posted here? I'm a bad, bad blogger!

Sorry for the delay ... here's your next batch of nekkid people!

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Monday Poetry Train - NSFW

2008-05-19T09:04:00.000-04:00

“Hey boss.” I burst into his office without letting Edna, his secretary, announce me. “Since when do we deliver the severed body parts of murder victims?”

Dave's expression changed from intense irritation, to shock. “We don’t,”

“Just checking. Cause that sure looked like a hand to me that we sent to Mr. Torenze yesterday.”

His bushy eyebrows drew together over his eyes, forming a single dark mass. “You opened his package?”

I slumped into the chair across from him. “Hell no, I just happened to be there when he did.”

He rose out of his seat and placed his beefy fists on the top of his desk. “It is not your position to question the contents of any package you deliver. I know, and chose the clients based on information that I do not feel you need to be aware of. So from now on, no matter what you see, or think you see, you will not question my judgment. Is that clear?”

I hadn’t thought much about the honesty of my boss before yesterday. Not that it really mattered to me too much today. But I’d remembered the hand after I’d gotten home the night before, and the side of the phone conversation that I could hear, and I got to wondering if I’d just fucked a murderer.

“As a bell,” I replied cheerfully, hopped to my feet and headed to the back room, and the dispatcher.

A couple of other messengers were prowling through the stacks when I arrived.

“What you got for me Delia?”

Delia was a plump, older woman with three grown children, and seven grandchildren. Not a single gray hair marred her head. Amazing.

“Linn, I’ve got a special for you.” She rummaged through the stack of invoices on her desk. “Here it is. It’s a secret delivery to a Mr. Matthew Burdock. He’ll pick you up for your date in front of the office at seven o’clock tonight.” Her face broke into a grin. “Says to wear something sexy.”

I thought about going back to Mr. Dave’s office and draining a few years off of his life. This was just the kind of assignment he’d hired me for and that I really hated doing. I had no doubt that Mr. Burdock was a friend of his. You know, one of those types of friends.

“I’m not a whore, Delia.” I slapped my palm down on the top of her desk.

She giggled. “I never said you were, honey. You just have a healthy libido.” She nodded at me as though she’d said something significant.

“Healthy libido? Christ, she has more sex then any one else I’ve ever known.” Morse, one of the other messengers said from behind me.

“Love you too.” I slanted a look back at him. He was only sore because I’d turned him down. He was too human.

Mildred came up then, lugging a large parcel in her arms. “You’re just jealous because you can’t get anyone to sleep with you.”

Morse shot her a scathing look, then stomped out of the room.

“Where’s my package?” I waited while Delia unlocked the bottom drawer in her desk and withdrew a small envelope with a square bulge in the middle of it.

Not having brought a purse with me to work, I had to jam the envelope between my breasts to secure it, and keep it hidden. I swear, half the time I figured these “secret” packages were empty and used as an excuse for Mr. Dave to fix me up with his friends.

Still, nobody forced me to sleep with these men either. Hmmm.

“Do I get the key to the apartment? Or am I expected to wait outside in the snow?”

Delia produced the key for me, to the tiny, empty apartment that sat over the front third of the office building.

“Thanks.” I tucked the key into my pocket, and started heading towards the door.

“Just a minute, Linn,” Delia called out after me.

I stopped, hoping I wouldn’t be sorry that I did. “Yeah?”

“Mr. Dave said to tell you not to worry about coming into work tomorrow. What with the delivery tonight and all.”

Definitely a friend of Mr. Dave’s.
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Seven o’clock found me pacing in front of the windows of the apartment above the office.

Was I dressed sexy? Hell, I always dressed sexy, it’s natural for what I am. Was I dressed slutty? Hell no. I saved my slutty clothes for going out to find a man of my own choosing.

A horn honked and I glanced down at the street to see if it was my “date”. Seeing a car idling at the curb, I figured it was. My this evening was starting off romantically. Next I’ll bet I get to open all the doors for myself, and pay for my own meal.
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I swore to myself if he pulled up to the drive-thru window at any fast food restaurant I was out of there.

I carried a little handbag, just in case I needed cash to get me out of this situation. The package, however, was once again tucked between my boobs. I’d shaken it earlier, and was almost positive it was empty.

When I trotted out of the exterior door, I was surprised to see someone standing next to the vehicle.

Taking a closer look, I was pleasantly surprised to see a very appetizing someone.

Tall, then everyone is tall compared to me, wavy brown hair brushing the top of his collar, brown eyes. Straight white teeth.

He was too rugged looking to be beautiful. Extremely masculine though, and when he smiled, he had the sexiest creases form on the lower part of either cheek.

Moisture creamed out of my vagina at the sight of that smile.

“Please tell me that you’re Linn.” His voice was deep and rough.

“That’s me. Are you Matthew Burdock?” Please don’t let him be the driver, and Mr. Burdock some shriveled old man in the back seat.

“Call me Matt.” He swung the passenger door open, then offered me his hand.

I took it, my nipples tightening at the heat that radiated into me from his callused palm.

He lowered me into the seat, and I glanced up at him to thank him. He was staring at my legs, and as I watched, he swallowed, then his tongue eased out between his lips and skimmed along the lower one. Another gush of liquid seeped from me, and I was beginning to wonder if I was creating a spot on the back of my dress.

Once he had the car in gear, he shot a glance at me, then forced himself to concentrate on the road.

“So Matt, where are you taking me?” My fake dates always took me out to dinner.

“You’ll see.” The side of his mouth curved in a grin and I shivered.

We drove in silence for several minutes.

“Did Dave tell you anything about me?” He finally broke the silence.

“No he didn’t.” I shifted in my seat so I could look at him, and was struck again with what an attractive male he was. He wasn’t human, that much I could see, a were of some kind maybe.

That blasted half smile of his flicked over his lips again, and I wanted to throw myself into his lap.

“Have you known Dave long?” I admit I was fishing. I couldn’t see this guy being a friend of Mr. Dave’s but if he was, I’d have to start looking harder for what was wrong with him.

“Yes and no,” Matt answered, then didn’t continue.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Okay, patience really isn’t one of my virtues.

“It means that I’ve known Dave for many years, but I didn’t like him enough to try to get to know him.”

“Dave’s not a were,” I blurted out before I could stop my mouth from opening.

One of Matt’s eyebrows winged up, and he slanted his eyes at me. “Actually, he is.”

I knew that shock was written across my face, and once again I spoke without thinking. “Werepig maybe.”

Matt laughed, and my heart fluttered in my chest.

“He’s half werecanine. He can’t shift, but he feels the call of the moon, and he gets even stranger on the nights it is full.”

Weredog. Almost figures. I still liked werepig better.

“So what kind of were are you?” Please don’t be something wimpy.

“Pathera tigris tigris.”

He’d stopped at a light and looked over at me, the grin moving across his mouth to encompass the other side.

“Orange or white?” I let my lips curve into my own grin.

He flashed his teeth in a genuine smile, that lit up his eyes. “If you’re around long enough, you just might find out.”

He pulled to a stop in front of a rustic looking log house, and swung out of the drivers door before I had a chance to question him. He opened my door, and extended his hand to me, not letting go after I was standing.

He led me to the door, then keyed in a combination, and ushered me inside. A fire in a huge stone fireplace was the only illumination in the house.

“Would you like some wine?” He moved his hand from mine and stroked it up and down my back.

“That would be nice.” I was suddenly glad we weren’t in a public restaurant.

He left me in front of the fire, so I took the opportunity to check out the items on his mantel. Of course, there wasn’t anything personal enough for me to ponder over.

When he returned, his fingers brushed mine as he handed me the glass, and both of us took in a gasp of breath at the contact. His eyes focused on mine, his breathing coming harsher in his lungs. The next thing I knew, he’d grabbed me by the back of my head with his free hand, and his lips were crushing mine.

I opened my mouth under his assault, his tongue sweeping in. He stroked through the insides agressively, tangling with my tongue. When he broke the kiss, his eyes locked again with mine, both of us breathing heavily.

“Drink your wine,” he rasped, and without taking his eyes off me, he tipped his glass to his lips and drank down the entire contents.

I followed suit, hurridely handing him my empty glass, my nerves firing as I waited for him to set them down. He grabbed me up in a hug, lifting me off the floor to eat at my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and consumed him in return.

“I can’t wait.” He knelt with me in his arms, then lowered me to the floor. Sucking and nipping at my jaw, my neck, as his hands began undressing me.

With a growl, he raised up and dragged his sweater off over his head. By the time I’d worked my dress down over my feet, he’d stripped to the skin.

His mouth came down on mine again, sucking my breath from me. He pinched my nipple, then drove his hand between my legs, inserting the tip of his finger into my sex.

“You’re wet,” he groaned, driving a thick finger inside of me. “So fucking wet.” He pumped his finger a few times, then drove another one in beside it.

“Fuck me, Matt.” I ground my hips against his hand.

He shuddered, withdrew his fingers, and guided his cock to my opening. His eyes were heavy lidded as he wrapped his arms around me, and prepared to invade.

Then he started pushing his way inside, my sheath far too tight to accommodate him. He dropped his head beside mine, and worked his hips in short, sharp digs, inching his way between my muscles. After several hard strokes, he finally bottomed out against my womb.

“Jesus, you’re going to kill me.” He pulled his cock back about half way then slammed it in.

I cried out with the intensity of the pleasure just that one thrust created. He backed out further the second time, and powered his shaft back in. I jerked, and creamed over his cock, feeling it leak out of me to drip along the crease of my ass.

“I won’t break.” I knew I was begging, but I was going to die if he didn’t start fucking me in earnest.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t. I’m not human.”

His eyes focused on mine, I nodded at him, and he smiled. Then he was ramming in and out of me with a power that had me whimpering. I exploded in a blaze of completion, my inner muscles contracting and easing around his cock while he battered away. I felt my muscles tensing for another blow, I arched my back, twisted my hips, and flew over the edge. This time the vising of my sheath pulled him over with me.

He groaned, then shuddered and I felt his cock pulse, then the heat of his release as it washed across my womb. He slapped himself into me a few hard times, until he’d finally drained his balls.

Dropping down on top of me, he barely rested his weight on the arms he had circled around my shoulders.

“Damn. I can’t remember it ever being that good before,” he breathed agaisnt my neck.

“Neither can I.” And the funny thing was I really couldn’t.
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TT13 - NSFW - NEKKID MEN & WOMEN!

2008-05-15T01:47:00.000-04:00

Is it wrong of me to so enjoy looking at my own pictures???

Especially all that lovely man flesh. ;-)

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Monday Poetry Train

2008-05-11T14:45:00.002-04:00

Copyright 2008 - Lisa Andel
Excerpt from Terminated
The Onionskin was a shake sided structure that stood alone on a treed corner lot. The paved parking area lay hidden behind a tall, rigidly pruned evergreen hedge. A series of flagstone paths led from both sidewalks and the lot to the front door; a rough hewn affair wrapped in iron, with large battered bolt heads that looked functional, rather than decorative.

I pulled harder than was necessary to open the door, stumbling backwards on the stoop, saving myself from tumbling down the short set of steps with my tight grip on the handle. I planted my feet firmly under me, took a breath, then sauntered inside, head up, eyes flashing side to side, the incident on the stairs relegated to the section of my brain reserved for “things I should have known”.

It was early by other standards, so the place wasn’t crowded yet. The patrons already present the equivalent of young professional humans mixed with a few wiser, older males. I pegged at least half a dozen of them as experienced killers, though not the ones I’d been briefed about, that worked for the preternatural Consul, the Comstat’s equivalent to the others.

A large were was manning the bar, his thick forearms resting on the polished oak top, his shaggy head turned in my direction. I walked nice and easy over to him, cataloguing his sheer size, and automatically planning countermoves that I prayed I’d never have to make.

“Can I get you something?” His expression telling me he’d like to get me the hell out of the place.

I eased up onto a stool, leaving my duffel hanging over my shoulder for the time being, until I could determine the extent of my welcome. “Are you Obermeyer?”

“Yes.” His deep voice rumbled with an unspoken warning.

“August Addison asked me to wait for him here.”

Another were moved silently into position behind my right shoulder. I was used to the tactic, and didn’t even flinch when I heard him inhale close to my ear. “She’s carrying his scent.”

Obermeyer studied me for a moment, then clenched his jaw. “Put her in the back.”

I didn’t like the sound of that and slipped my hand into my pocket while the smaller were, led me away from the bar. I eased my custom speed hunter into my palm, then dropped my hand down by my thigh, making sure my fingertip was resting against the trigger should I need the blade.

We stopped at the very last booth in the main bar area. An arch to the left led back to the bathrooms, a door next to that, the kitchen. I could hear the clatter of pots and utensils and the sizzle of food cooking in a deep fat fryer; the muted voices of the employees a pleasant hum in the background.

“Addison always sits here,” the were gestured towards the booth, his expression neutral.

“Thanks. Do I ask you for a drink, or will someone else be around?” I wanted to sit on the far side, with my back to the wall, but the were was in the way.

“I’ll get it.”

“Red wine, something tart, if you will.” I was pleased to note the surprise that flit across his expression.

“Really,” he narrowed his eyes at me, obviously convinced I wasn’t up to that type of beverage.

“Yes really.” I glared back at him, knowing that I passed for human. It’s what had enabled me to both get my job and be good at it. Most of the assassins that worked for Comstat were something other than human. None of us had ever been found out.

The were barked a laugh before he twisted around on his heel, and set out for the bar. I crossed to the far side of the booth and slouched into the seat, spent the time waiting for my drink by memorizing my surroundings. It was an automatic for me to do so, but still I monitored my awareness. You overlook something small it could be the last thing you ever overlooked.

I didn’t have long to wait before the were returned with my drink. I imagine it was his curiosity that prompted the speedy service. Obermeyer stood with his arms crossed where he could see me. Beyond those two, no one else was paying undue attention. I reminded myself it was natural other discretion and nothing more.

I raised my eyebrow at the pewter mug, buffed by years of use to a mellow patina. The dark red liquid inside breathed a spicy scent that had my mouth watering. I couldn’t chance being caught drinking the beverage designed specifically for paranormals while I worked for Comstat. I would gladly pay the price to come, for the freedom to drink it now. I silently thanked my ex-boss for this opportunity, even though he was probably aware of the fact by now I hadn’t died in the explosion and was once again on my trail.

I tipped the heavy mug to my lips and took a nice slow swallow of the meaty beverage. Not quite as thick as blood, it still coated as it flowed down my throat, waking all my senses and nerve endings as it progressed throughout my system. I didn’t stop drinking until I’d emptied half the glass, then I set it down with an audible “thunk”, knowing that the next few minutes would cause several involuntary reactions throughout my body.

“And so I awake again,” I whispered, eyes on the remaining liquid calling out to me from inside the mug.

“’Tis an awful, but necessary slumber, at times,” the were placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“This is going to be bad,” I managed to get out before the first tremors hit.

“I’ve got you,” with a fluid movement he slid onto the seat beside me and trapped me in a brutal embrace.

Pain lanced through my stomach, my muscles clenched, then started to jerk in random groups. My eyes rolled into my head, and I heard myself start to scream; the sound abruptly cut off as an unyielding pressure clamped over my mouth. Minutes, hours passed, I didn’t know, but a small part of my brain tried to catalogue everything, tried to hang onto its perception of my surroundings. I was at my most vulnerable right now, a position I hadn’t been in for many, many years.

Then sweat broke out across my brow and I started coming back into my head. My thoughts slowly sorted themselves out so that I could once again identify the clatter of the cooks and the aromas of seasoned meats and sauces.

I relaxed into the were’s body, my lips molding to his, moving against his in a grateful kiss. He adjusted the angle of my head, and returned the kiss with a skill that nearly took my breath away. When he finally let me up for air, I saw sympathy and admiration in his eyes. And still a bit of wariness.

“Thanks,” my voice came out breathier, huskier than I liked.

“I don’t get it,” he buried his face against my neck and inhaled. “You still smell like a human.” I felt his body stiffen, and knew he’d just realized what I was, that the scent was a fabrication, deeply embedded, a cover for a much darker nature. “You’re not a human though, yet you still smell like one,” he breathed, his eyes searching mine.

“Yes, yes I do.” There was nothing I could say that would assure him. If I was here to kill someone I would deny it anyway.

A shutter went down behind his eyes as he eased his arms from around me. It was the expected reaction, what most of the men I met usually did when they found out I was an assassin. It was the reason that I usually fucked human males I’d just met, and never more than twice. They started asking questions after that. Even if you only fucked them when you ran into them on a night out. Even if a couple of months had passed since you’d last seen them.

Without taking his eyes off me, the were slid out from behind the table, and rose to his feet. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Would a menu be too much trouble?” I’d been refused service before by people that just wanted me to leave. Not often, but if anyone was less than half human, they could sense something unpleasant about me.

The man cocked his head to the side, his expression not quite as suspicious as it had been. “Are you really meeting Addison here?”

I nodded.

“Are you here to kill someone?”

“No,” I blurted, taken by surprise that he’d bothered to ask me. “Only if they come after me first.” I wanted to hit myself in the head for adding that last part.

The were leaned back across the booth and planted a quick kiss on my lips. “Welcome to the Onionskin. You’re not likely to find another place as good as this one in the entire country.” Then he backed away from me with a twinkle of amusement in his eye.

Will wonders never cease.

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Two hours later, after I’d eaten my fill of the spicy pork dish, Chanco Adobado, a side of chile fried rice, and two refills of the other wine, I was becoming concerned that the master vampire had stood me up. The were, who’d finally introduced himself to me as Jason Lester, lifted a mug in my direction and waggled it, offering me another glass. I glanced again at the clock in the hallway.

I shook my head at Lester, declining the drink, while I dug through my pocket for something I could leave as a “locator”. The only thing I came across that was porous enough was a breath mint. It would have to do.

I drew my nearly empty keychain out and stared at it. I’d gotten rid of all the keys to the places I could no longer go. That left me with only two, both so small they looked like toys. It was the pocket knife on the other end of the chain that I was after, and a moment later I had the sharp thin blade out and locked. I muttered a passable spell “let the dickhead be able to find me, twice,” then poked the tiny tip of the blade into the pad of my thumb. I smeared the drop of blood over the mint, flipped the knife closed, and returned it to my pocket before I levered myself out of the booth.

Lester met me as I headed towards the bar. “Not going to wait for Addison?”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about that,” I let him see that it was concern, on my part, and not irritation. “I’m going to take a look around, if he shows up, give him this.” I held out the mint, imbued with my blood, the color now a dulled rusty brown.

The were raised his eyebrow, but took the locator from me, and tucked it into the front pocket of his pants.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around.” I locked eyes with Obermeyer, and tipped my head to him, earning a slight grin from the imposing male. “Nice meeting you,” I told Lester, meaning it.

“My pleasure,” he snagged me by the back of my head and gave me a quick, thorough kiss.

Laughing, I sauntered out the door into the cool of the night.

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