Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Museum Of Sex’s Halloween Display

The Mission of the Museum of Sex is to preserve and present the history, evolution and cultural significance of human sexuality. In its exhibitions, programs and publications, the Museum of Sex is committed to opening discourse and exchange and to bringing to the public the best in current scholarship.

In the past seven years the Museum of Sex has generated 16 exhibitions and 5 virtual installations, each in keeping with the Museum’s mission of advocating open discourse surrounding sex and sexuality as well as striving to present to the public the best in current scholarship unhindered by self-censorship. With each new exhibition, lecture series, event and publication, the Museum of Sex is committed to addressing a wide range of topics, while simultaneously highlighting material and artifacts from different continents, cultures, time periods and media.



 
The Museum of Sex

233 5th avenue
Sun - Thu: 10am - 8pm
Fri - Sat: 10am - 9pm

Saturday, October 29, 2011

The Halloween Surprise

A couple was invited to a swanky masked Halloween Party. She got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need of his good time being spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and away he went.


The wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain, and as it was still early, she decided to go to the party. In as much as her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice chick he could and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.

His wife went up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new stuff that had just arrived. She let him go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her husband. Finally he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a little bang.

Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior.

She was sitting up reading when he came in and asked what kind of a time he had had. He said, "Oh the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."

Then she asked, "Did you dance much?"

He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But I'll tell you... The guy I loaned my costume to sure had a real good time!"


Description: Urban legend

Circulating since: 1997 (this version)
Status: False

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Thursday Thirteen – 13 Halloween Treats (for Adults)





How about something a little different than children's candy or edible underwear for Halloween.

Here's some sweet ideas.

1. A couple bottles of goulish wine.


2. Halloween Candy Eyeball Drink Stirs





 
 
Trick or Treat?  Put these in a bag to take home.
 
3. Beer Boobs



4. Candy suckers




5. Flavored Condoms on a stick (but don't eat them!)









6. Whipping Cream



7. Gummy Boobs





8. Candy pouch



9. Vanilla Ice Cream Bondage Kit




10. Candy Nipple Tassels



11. Candy Love Ring




12. Candy Cuffs




13. The Adult Version of Pop Rocks



Happy Halloween!





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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Jawk - Tales of the Chosen

Luc Saint-Cyr

The Chosen of the immortal Sempervians are:
Called to serve
Honored to protect
Obedient to the vow
Safeguards of the truth
Enablers of life
Neutralizers of threats

Jawk - Tales of the Chosen
Kayelle Allen
Jawk Brighton works at Batchelors, a hip restaurant/club in the Top Tier district of Tarth City, where he meets the immortal Luc Saint-Cyr. When Luc offers Jawk a deal too good to pass up, one night showing him and his Chosen, Wulf Gabriel, a good time in exchange for eight times his usual pay, Jawk takes it. All three have secret agendas. The question is, will Jawk's keep him in Luc and Wulf's shared bed, or tear apart the alliance of the immortal and his Chosen -- forever?
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In this scene, Luc has taken Jawk on a short tour of The Crossfire, Luc's ship, they've shared a few glasses of wine, nibbled on some cookies, and Jawk has agreed to relax and enjoy their week together.
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Jawk followed Saint-Cyr into a multi-room suite with high ceilings and low, indirect lighting.
"Wow." He turned in a circle. Several white leather couches edged the room. It wasn't half the size of the man's penthouse, but for a sleepliner--huge. One wall was painted with more of those meaningless but colorful lines and shapes. White carpet, black leather chairs.
Saint-Cyr perched on the arm of the closest couch, seemingly content to wait while his guest gawked like some kid fresh off the planet. He gestured around the room. "Do you like the accommodations?"
"I've heard about suites like this, but never thought I'd stay in one." Jawk hugged his backpack closer up his shoulder. "I could never afford shit like this. Er, excuse me. Stuff. You really could buy a planet, couldn't you?"
The man laughed, an infectious, throaty sound Jawk wanted to hear more often. Saint-Cyr rose and headed toward a doorway. "Come on. Hungry, Jawk?"
"Not really." He followed him into an adjoining hall. "But if you are, go ahead and eat."
"I eat several times a day. Helps me stay active. How about some wine, then?"
"Yeah. Anything. I'm not picky."
Saint-Cyr turned so suddenly Jawk almost ran into him. The man lowered his brows as if studying him.
Jawk took a step back. "What?"
"You're very picky, Jawk. It's one of the things I like about you. What you mean is you don't know how to tell what's appropriate, when it comes to wine. I'm surprised, since you're a waiter."
"Oh." He flipped a hand in the air. "I say what they tell me to say when a customer orders meat, fish or chicken. And I always ask the maitre de what's selling well and push it. As long as the client thinks I know what I'm doing..." He hooked a thumb beneath the strap of his bag. "Everyone's happy, right?"
"I can teach you more than you ever wanted to know about wine. If you ever have a question, feel free to ask." He turned and shouldered his way through a swinging door. "The galley's in here."
They ended up with a bottle of red wine with a fruity flavor, which Saint-Cyr explained was created from a grape grown in soil famous for its quartz-heavy content. Between them, they nibbled a dozen palm-sized cookies. Thick, soft, and chewy like his human aunt made. The warm chocolate morsels inside them melted on Jawk's tongue.
He licked the chocolate from his fingers. "These would be really good dunked in milk."
"Your fingers?"
Jawk shot him a wry grin, reached out to thumb a smear of chocolate from Saint-Cyr's chin. He licked it. "Mmm."
Saint-Cyr's cheeks darkened. Was he blushing? The man brushed a crumb from his shirt. "Milk doesn't relax you nearly as much." He dragged one finger along the edge of his glass.
Jawk had seen him do that at Batchelors. Though he hadn't waited on the man's table, he'd been close enough to get a good view of him. Nervous habit?
The Crossfire - Luc's Ship
"You mean, milk doesn't relax me specifically, or people in general?"
"General." Saint-Cyr swept one hand across the table, brushed the crumbs onto his other hand. He dusted them over the empty cookie plate.
"So, you want to get me drunk."
He gave a short, gusty laugh. "Can I get you--or any Kin--drunk on two glasses of wine?"
Lowering both ears to the sides in a show of humility, he bared fangs in a human smile. "Prolly not."
Laughing, Luc stretched out both legs. You could read this man easily, once you got used to him. His solid black eyes didn't reveal as much about him as normal people's, true. But the way his mouth tightened, his nostrils flared, the flush of his skin tones, turning his cheeks a darker color than the rest of his deep, deep brown skin ... oh, yes. He had his tells.
"I hope I'm worth the expense, Luc. And the trouble."
"I don't usually like surprises, but you've been a good experience so far. I want to know you better."
"You know what I want?" Jawk dragged a finger through a wet spot on the table, eyes down.
"What?"
"Remember when I tasted your throat in the hoversine earlier?"
The man swallowed. He lifted one hand toward his throat as if recalling being bitten, made a fist and lowered it. He squirmed a bit. That same match-strike spark of heat rose in the room. "Yes."
Jawk dragged one clawtip along the table, near the man's arm. He lifted his head and captured his gaze the way he had in the car. "I want to know what the rest of you tastes like."
Saint-Cyr flashed his blinding smile and leaned all the way back in his chair, a sinewy slide of flesh that screamed confidence. "Do you?"
Jawk laid back one ear. "I know something about you your human lovers don't."
He tapped a finger on the table. "Which is?"
Jawk braced both elbows on his knees. "You speak Felis. Do you know what romtzeet means?"
"I've heard the word. It's some kind of scent."
Jawk lifted his head, sniffing. "It fills this room, more heady than the wine. I can barely catch my breath. Humans call it testosterone. You--" Inhaling, Jawk closed his eyes briefly. "--taste of it."
Saint-Cyr wet his lips. The leather smell of pride added to the male-rich scents of the room. "Do you like that?"
"Yes." He dragged the tip of his claw along Luc's jacket sleeve. "Do you know what else you smell like?" Jawk could hear the inhalation of breath, smell the musky scent of his desire.
Saint-Cyr's throat worked. "No. What do I smell like?"
Jawk stroked his tongue into the air. "Mmm." The scent of desire heightened. "I don't have a human word for it."
"I..." He cleared his throat. "Say it in Felis."
Jawk smiled, savoring the way he surrendered, asked to be described. If you defined a man, you owned him. In Felis, he said, "You smell like roasted cinnapods with kai pepper. You smell of danger, I think. Risk."
Saint-Cyr leaned his chin on one fist, his smile cocky. "Are you sure you're not just hungry?"
He made a show of taking in Luc's entire length, from his feet up. "Only for sex."
The man rose, his movements slow, studied. Unhurried. "Our..." He gestured vaguely to the right. "The room's this way."
Jawk picked up his backpack and followed. One door down, Luc touched a panel and entered. Right behind him, Jawk dropped his bag on the floor, reached out to grip Luc by the arm. His bicep felt like steel beneath Jawk's fingers, yet the man did not resist. One tug, and he had Luc in his arms. He turned, pushed him back into the door as he leaned into him, body to body.
He rocked his erection against Luc's hard upper thigh. "Put your hands on the wall, arms out."
Luc did as told.
The sight of this man--this man--in submission to him brought a riot of emotions to the fore. Few knew who and what Luc really was. The thrill of having Luc Saint-Cyr at his mercy ... Jawk forced himself to move slowly, to savor the moment. Jawk set his mouth beneath Luc's jaw and huffed a deep breath against his skin, using the heat to increase the man's rich, romtzeet scent. Jawk's growl elicited a gasp.
"I must taste you." He gripped Luc's shirt with both hands, yanked it open and swooped in to lick the bared skin.
Luc's husky moan evoked another surrender, this one of pleasure. A fine shiver swept over him, translating itself to Jawk's body every place they touched.
He splayed one hand behind Luc's head, turning him so they breathed the same desire-steamed air. "Do you know what I want to do to you, human?"
With those black, black eyes closed, he seemed more human. Less of a force to be reckoned with, more of a lover. "Tell me."
Jawk growled against Luc's throat. "I want to keep you beneath me, all night. Keep you under my fangs, so I can lick every single inch of your skin."
Luc reached for him.
Jawk growled a warning. "Hands on the wall." When Luc complied, Jawk nuzzled his throat, kissed him in reward. "Good. Good. I'll tell you when to touch me. For now, human, the pleasure of touch is mine to take, yours to give."
"Jawk, I..."
"Shh."
When Luc opened his mouth to speak again, Jawk hissed. Saint-Cyr glared.
"If all you wanted was a boytoy, you shouldn't have hired a Kin." Jawk scratched one sharp clawtip down the man's jaw. "I can smell how hot you are. You want a Kin to dominate you in bed."
"No." He shook his head. "I..."
"Shh." He set a fingertip on the flat planes of Luc's mouth. "It's all right for you to want it. Maybe just for one night, but you do want it." He added in a whisper alongside Luc's ear, "You need it. Crave it. And I, my fine human, am going to give it to you."
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Jawk, Tales of the Chosen
Pleasure. Trust. Possession. Is a betrayal of the heart forever?
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Monday, October 24, 2011

Happy Spells to You!

   witch&cat
Samhain

       Halloween (or Hallowe’en) is an annual holiday observed on October 31st, having roots in the Celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian holiday All Saints’ Day (All Hallowed Eve).
       The ancient Celts believed that the border between this world and the Otherworld became thin on Samhain, allowing spirits (both harmless and harmful) to pass through.
       It was understood that in dark silence comes whisperings of new beginnings, the stirring of the seed below the ground. The most magically potent time of this festival is November Eve, the night of October 31st, known today of course, as Halloween. *Chalice Centre

 
By artist J Joy Nocifora ©2011



The apple is an ancient symbol of fertility and knowledge in folklore, and often appears in love spells.

One of the most popular divinations using apples is for a woman to cut the peel in one long strip and throw it behind her on the ground. The peel should fall into the shape of a letter of the alphabet corresponding to the initial of the man she will marry.

"I pare this apple round and again
My sweetheart's name to flourish plain
I fling the pairing o'er my head
My sweetheart's letter on the ground be read."

 Another version is that a woman cuts and eats an apple in front of a mirror at midnight and the image of her future lover will appear in the mirror’s reflection and ask to share the apple.

The Apple and the Mirror
Before the stroke of midnight, sit in front of a mirror in a room lit only by one candle or the moon. Go into the silence, and ask a question.
Cut the apple into nine pieces. With your back to the mirror, eat eight of the pieces then throw the ninth over your left shoulder. Turn your head to look over the same shoulder, and you will see an image or symbol in the mirror that will tell you your answer.
When you look in the mirror, let your focus go soft and allow the patterns made by the moon or candlelight and shadows suggest forms, symbols and other dreamlike images that speak to your intuition.

Happy Spells to you !!
Gem

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Sunday, October 23, 2011

From ShapeShifter Seductions ~ Hunters Moon Costume Party

Howls and Yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here's a flash scene I wrote recently for SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS. This is a costume party you might like to attend. I know I would.
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Predators Meet Prey ~ The Rabbit Trickster

Standing before her bedroom’s full length mirror, Karly peered over her shoulder at her large fluffy white bunny tail. She gave her butt a shimmy-shake, appreciating how the realistic puff wiggled invitingly. She also took several long moments to appreciate how her trim athletic figure looked in her version of a Playboy Bunny costume. That is, what she could throw together at the last minute from lingerie shops, and the small costume boutique in Talbot’s Peak proper.

After a wicked little smile at herself, Karly strutted in her black stilettos across the floor and reached for her witch’s black velvet cape. With a flick of her wrists, she swirled it, draping it around her shoulders.

She gave her gently waving, sable-colored hair a toss, freeing it from beneath the cape before she grabbed her evening bag. Being a black coyote shapeshifter, the color was a close match to her coat.

Satisfied her rabbit ears remained secure, Karly grinned, anticipating her trickster prank. After all, every now and then her perverse nature needed to assert itself.

“Predators Meet Prey, Hunters Moon Costume Party, here I come,” she murmured, moving down the winding staircase toward her brother.

Per the party rules, Kevin had made his shifter side obvious with a faux coyote tail and ears. He’d attired himself in the swashbuckling style of a Musketeer, complete with a rapier dangling at his side. To her sisterly eye, his handsomeness couldn’t be, and wouldn’t be denied.

Waiting by the front door of their parents’ well-to-do, newly constructed home, he jerked it open impatiently. “I should never have let you con me into this. You and that fox-sly tongue of yours.” Kevin scowled at her as if she’d just caused him to lose a plump pheasant dinner.

Holding the door, the reluctant gentleman, he growled, “We’re going to be late. Late as in I don’t want Reba shaking her fluffy tail for any other predator.”

“Oh, get a grip, cavalier stud. We won’t be late. Not with the way you drive. Lead foot and all.” Karly passed beneath his arm, smirking a smile up at him -- some combo of sibling irritation and her deep fondness for him.

With a soft snarl, Kevin followed her to his low-slung, expensive sports car, parked nearby on their circular drive. “Just remember, we don’t know each other.”

“Oh, don’t get your butt fur in a matted wad,” Karly sang, once she gripped the passenger side handle. “We don’t look like each other, and we’re new in town.”

***

Having politely fended off several men who wanted a piece of her bunny tail -- two wolves, a fox and a damn fine mountain lion -- Karly took a sip of her Flirtini. Keenly aware she had several, hard-panting admirers, Karly rolled her hips as she sauntered toward the spacious dance floor.

True, when she’d first arrived at the Pleasure Club, Dante, the werewolf obviously in charge, despite his low-key presence, had given her the once over as if he suspected she wasn’t playing by the rules. His intense gaze had raked her but good, and Karly held her breath for several moments. However, after a quick upturn of his lips, he’d looked away, attending to another matter.

So far, her little trickster game had been highly amusing, in a twisted, predator-mind bending way. Also, it’d proven entertaining to note the different approaches, the different come-ons predators used when flirting with the prey shapeshifters they wanted to jump, hump and bippity-bop bump to the lusty heights of orgasmic pleasure.

And, if it was one thing Karly enjoyed, it was learning for the sake of learning itself. Simply because it suited her, she taught online college courses -- Animals in Myth and Legend.

On the far side of the dance floor, an excellent samba ensemble played both recognizable tunes and their original music. The quality surprised her, given Karly hadn’t expected this level of sophistication in the backwater Montana town.

All about survival these days, her parents had decided on making the move to Talbot’s Peak while they could easily do so. Karly hadn’t protested too vigorously, given she realized a change was needed in her life. And, here it was.

And, yes, there it was. Twins by the nearly identical look of the two coyote shifters, who were costumed as Native American Skinwalkers. Holy damn, the two bronze-skinned, gorgeously sculpted men with shoulder-length dark hair, eyed her like a hunting prize.

Karly continued across the room at a leisurely pace. When they locked their gazes on her, both of them, she moved in their general direction, swaying in time to the samba music.

Only... why couldn’t she scent them? Karly had masked her own canine smell. Before she could think of how to sniff them, they suddenly darted toward her, striding powerfully, silently.

Karly froze in her tracks, an unusual reaction for her.

***

Dirk angled around the woman shapeshifter he and his brother had decided belonged to them for the rest of the evening, and long into the night. With her sleek, yet luscious curves displayed to perfection by her Playboy Bunny costume... her long shapely legs begging for their caresses... her onion-round ass their loins ached to feel as they took turns mounting her... her pert breasts shaped for their hands and the roaming pleasure of their lips...

Deke roved his gaze over the woman’s refined lovely face first... then he stared at the shining beauty of her dark, red-burnished hair. Her wary gaze, the golden yellow glow deep within her black-as-midnight eyes gave her away now. His shaman senses hadn’t lied, despite the fact that he and Dirk hadn’t been able to determine her species scent.

She was coyote. Coyote shifting woman.

Stepping toward her, Deke took her drink and set it to the side. He captured strands of her hair, letting the heavy silkiness slip through his fingers. “Beautiful trickster, you are caught.”

“You are caught,” Dirk echoed, as he gently trapped her against his body from behind.

“Caught?” she burst out breathlessly, then made a move to escape them.

Deke pressed himself against her, halting her steps. He watched as his brother stroked his hands down her arms, and held her lightly. Feather-soft, Deke slid the back of his finger beneath her chin. “What’s your name, coyote woman?”

“Rabbit,” she accused instead. “You two are rabbits.”

“Hare, actually.” Dirk teased his nose down a strand of her hair until his lips brushed the rim of her ear. Her breath jerked inward, and her eyelids fell shut in pleasure. “Even though, we are called jackrabbits,” he rasped into the shell of her delicate human ear.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Deke cautioned in a joking tone. He touched his fingertip to the center of her full lips.

Her gaze flew to his, vulnerable yet wild and fierce with warning. “Why not?”

“For us, deception is often a matter of survival.” Dirk cupped her shoulders, and caressed.

“Why is that?” she snapped with coyote haughtiness, even as her body became molten against Deke.

Dirk pressed closer, and she gasped a tiny whimper.

“Shamans have many enemies in these times,” Deke answered. Threading his fingers in her hair, he tenderly slipped his thumbpads along her lovely, lovely cheekbones.

“As your kind does,” Dirk added. “Dance with me, coyote woman.”

“Skinwalkers,” she murmured only for their hearing, even as she moved to turn toward Dirk.

Deke watched her, felt her flow into his brother’s embrace. Already her hips undulated to the Samba’s sensual beat. “You are caught. Tell us your name,” he gently ruled.

“I don’t know your names,” she protested, her voice husky with her rising heat. “Rabbits,” she uttered. “Hares,” she corrected herself. “I am caught by Jackrabbits. It should be the other way around.”

“Didn’t you know?” Dirk crooned to her, as his hands swept over his hips, then her sweet-riding ass. “Rabbits, Hares are the original tricksters.”

“So, it was decreed by the Goddess many, many moons ago.” Deke lightly gripped her thighs, and stroked upward. His palms claimed the full swell of her ass before he tugged her fake tail. Briefly.

Like the sassy woman coyote she was, their captured trickster shook her rabbit tail for him. Deke rumbled a carnal growl.

“Karly,” she announced in a queen bitch’s tone. “My name is Karly.”
~~~~~~

Have a Magickal Shapeshifting Full Moon Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
~~~

Saturday, October 22, 2011

An erotic novel by best-selling author K D Grace.

Blurb

In appreciation for a job well done, STELLA JAMES 's boss sends her a pet – a human pet. The mischievous TINO comes straight from THE PET SHOP complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, is extremely addicting.

Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, VINCENT EVANSTON, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.




Excerpt

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS," O'Kelly said, nearly dropping the phone. "You can't really mean to give Stella James Tino for the whole weekend. Wouldn't a nice gift voucher from Selfridges be more appropriate?"

The Boss offered her a tolerant chuckle on the other end of the phone. "Didn't she tell you she thought an occasional shag wasn't too much to ask for doing such a demanding job?"

"Yes, but she was joking. I'm sure she never expected–"

"Well, she's right. It isn't too much to ask, is it? She's a very dedicated employee, and we've always done our best to reward dedicated employees, especially one with such promise, one that we have such plans for."

"Yes but–"

"Hasn't she met and surpassed our expectations since she's joined Strigida, and didn't we both agree she's exactly what we're looking for?"

"Yes, but–"

"She's not in a relationship, right?"

She rolled her eyes and glanced down at her watch. He was on a roll. Nothing for it now but to hear him out.

"No relationship, no family. Stella can afford to live in London because she has no life outside of work, all factors we took into account when we hired her. There's no arguing she doesn't have time for sex." He paused long enough for a quick breath. "Sorry to say that's the way of the world these days. All work and no play. Very sad. Very sad indeed."

"Yes, sir. It is sad, but, sir, Tino?"

"Yes. Tino."

"OK, maybe for a couple of hours, maybe. But surely not for the whole weekend."

"Yes, for the whole weekend, O'Kelly, from Friday night till Sunday evening. Every last second of it."

O"Kelly rubbed her forehead impatiently then rolled her shoulders to loosen the knots, which she could always count on the Boss to tighten. "It's not that the woman doesn't deserve a weekend of blow-your-brains-out sex. God knows she does, but ..."

"But what, O'Kelly? Get to the point."

O"Kelly squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She found the whole thing a bit embarrassing, actually. "Well, sir, she's just so ..."

"So what?"

"She's just so tight laced, so prim and proper. I don't know – all business. I can't help but wonder if we've made a mistake, and even if we haven't, a weekend with Tino is just so hardcore at this stage, don't you think?" She straightened in her chair and brushed her skirt free of the few remaining crumbs from the sandwich she had wolfed for lunch. "I can't picture her being the kind who could appreciate or even be able to handle a weekend with Tino."

"Prim and proper? Really? You just told me she was joking about the company providing sex as a fringe benefit for its overworked employees. Doesn't sound very prim and proper to me. In fact she sounds like exactly the woman we've been looking for."


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Bio
K D Grace was born with a writing obsession. It got worse once she actually learned HOW to write. There's no treatment for it. It's progressive and chronic and quite often interferes with normal, everyday functioning. She might actually be concerned if it wasn't so damned much fun most of the time.

K D's erotic romance novels, The Initiation of Ms Holly and The Pet Shop, both published by Xcite Books, are available from all good paperback and eBook retailers.
Her erotica has been published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and Scarlet Magazine.


Find out more about K D Grace on her website,  She's also on Facebook and Twitter.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Flirty Friday - Flirting & Conversation


Conversation plays an important role in the flirting process as it is the time when you actually get to know more about one another. The overall goal is to find out if the other person is right for you.

They key to good, flirtatious conversation is to remember that men and women think differently. Either way, make sure you:

* Listen attentively.

* Find common ground. The most important aspect of your conversation is to find out what you have in common, be it hobbies, friends, jobs, or whatnot.

* Don't talk about yourself too much. Answer his questions, but be sure to ask questions about him as well.


Mary Quast - Writing sensual romance with a creative soul.

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Thursday, October 20, 2011

13 Eye Candy Shots

Who doesn't love eye candy? I've been collecting some for book videos and other projects. Here are some of my favorites. All these images show some type of submission. Click the image to open full sized.


1. Perfect symmetry. This image is a great mix of color and light. Facing away, legs spread, the body is open to view.



2. Fluid movement. In this shot, the body and cloth form a smooth line, drawing the eyes in a sweeping path. Performance is a form of submission, permitting others to see the body.



3. Square-power. The strength of the body is reflected in the position of the arms across the chest, squaring off the image. The defiance of the pose is off set by the fact that he's sitting.


4. Balance. The model's arms and legs are posed similarly. This is a beautiful image of submission in pose as well as clothing.



5. Form plus color. This image relflects symmetry, grace, and power. The turned head and barely covered body reveals willingness to be viewed, despite the strong position of hands, and the bar of color across the body.


6. Same model, same cloth, different pose. Notice how the difference in pose and lighting changes the entire feeling of the image? Is this more or less open than the one above?


7. Use of shadow and light. Not showing the model's face evokes an image of submission, even without the leather trappings.


8. Darkness and light. The model's hidden face and raised arms signal submission here as well. The expression revealed when the shirt is removed will determine whether it's real.


9. The tilted back head and arms behind the body put this model in a position of submission. I imagine a vampire would have a hard time resisting this image!


10. This one comes across as defiant. Is he? Or is it nerves?


11. Placement ofthe hat says he's shy. The open gloves say he likes to protect himself, but wants to experience everything he can.


12.  Is he putting on the shirt, or taking it off?


13.  Completely open body, vulnerable, exposed. Swimsuits leave little to the imagination. In this case, very little. ;


A submissive male body is a beautiful sight. The power inherent in submission is there as well. All these poses show it -- if you look.

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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tuesday Potpourri

Hi,I stumbled (yikes, don't know what that means in terms of research) onto this whimsy and thought I'd share. I'm now watching myself walk as I pass windows and mirrors. 
Whimsy: 

A woman's history of vaginal orgasm

 is discernible from her walk!!

Researchers examined the association of general everyday body movement with history of vaginal orgasm to determine if trained observers could infer women's history of vaginal orgasm by watching them walkWomen volunteers were videotaped and supplied orgasmic history for comparative data.  Study Found on MedLine~Here
A discerning observer-->

CONCLUSION: Observers deduced, greater pelvic and vertebral rotation and stride length resulted in fluidity, energy, sensuality, and freedom...and in 81.25% of the time these were characteristics seen in the gait of women who had experienced vaginal orgasm.
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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sensual Saturday - Romantic Adirondaks

The setting for my third “Soul Series” book, Lonely Soul is mostly in the Adirondacks.  I fell in love with the beautiful mountains when I attended a friend’s wedding. The hero from my current Work In Progress is a Native American shape shifter who lives in the Adirondacks.


I highly recommend a visit to the Adirondacks during the fall. Not only for a color tour but also a guarantee romantic spark in your life. A six-million-acre civilized wilderness, dotted with quaint towns and charming lakeside villages, the Adirondack Region is open year-round for adventure.

Put your own spin on a classic weekend getaway and fall in love all over again.



Check out the Adirondack Mountain Club.
For more information on Resorts and Lodges in the Adirondack click here.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Thursday Thirteen ~ So, What Do Hellhounds Eat?


Witchy greetings, everyone. While this is NOT an official Thursday Thirteen post, I thought I’d stay in the ‘spirit’. It’s October 13, and after all, this is the season of the witch -- of ALL things spooky-paranormal.

With that in mind here’s the *first 13 paragraphs of Chapter Thirteen* from KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS.

In this scene Zin and Zol are being perfect gentlemen, wooing their chosen witch. If you want their hellbeastly side ‘in and out’ of the bedroom, there’s plenty of Hellhound action in their erotic love story with Kandace.
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Chapter Thirteen:
So, What Do Hellhounds Eat?

“Ladies first,” Zol crooned in his best Cary Grant.

He and Zin watched their witch delicately stab a slice of creamy potato with her fork. A moment after she slipped it between her lips, she moaned with appreciation, her eyelids falling shut as she savored.

Unable to take their eyes off her for several instants, Zol finally raised his own fork, breaking the femme fatale spell she’d cast over them.

He and Zin fastened their gazes, communing the depth of their desire for her.

“I will enjoy cooking even more in the future.” Zin deftly forked a slice of beef.

“Eat,” she encouraged, not looking at them. “I am.”

Between surreptitious glances at her, Zol hungrily fueled his human body, as did his twin.

“Mmmm…delicious scallops.” She finished off the last one with a sensuous relish. He and Zin simply stared at her, their food hanging from their forks. “I’ve never had the nerve to cook them.”

“I could teach you.” Zin offered her one of his scallops.

She shook her head. “No, thank you. That was the perfect amount. I can’t wait to eat the rest of this incredible asparagus. Cooking lessons.” She laughed. “I’m not the best student.”

“Zin can be quite patient.” Consuming his own portion of asparagus, Zol watched her lift one spear high, tip her head back, then eat it one bite at a time. She was the loveliest of heathens, he decided.

“I suppose that wasn’t proper etiquette.” She grinned impishly, her face and eyes shining. “But, I’m going to do it again.”

“Please.” Finished, Zin set his silverware down. “Your throat and your profile are bewitchingly beautiful.”

BONUS PARAGRAPH:

“So, what do hellhounds eat?” With finesse she chose another spear. “Anything or anyone they want?”
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SEXCERPT and Ebook AVAILABLE at ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds ~ NOW IN PRINT for HALLOWEEN at the usual vendors.
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Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
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Have a Magickal Season of the Witch!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Savanna Kougar is the best-selling author of twelve ebooks, with six books in print. She pens love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. And, she writes erotic romance because she ferociously enjoys ripping the damn doors off.

You can find her at her personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~