Drifting home tonight as the wind a flurries push me on my way. Sign ahead says Newmarket is ahead, but I'm not convinced that is where I want to go. The Moon is in hiding tonight. Considering how bright it was for Solstice, it probably needs to recharge. Took the dog out a week ago, and it seemed as though she was mimicking the sun. Perhaps it was flirting. She was showing her bright feathers to reinitiate the chase across the sky. It was wonderful feeling her light across my face. Feeling her looking...and I cannot decide if she looks up at us, or down upon us. Either way, we should give her a show to make her smile and grow even brighter in the night sky.
Going to retread over something tonight. I have talked about this on previous blogs...before I *ahem* evolved and found WordPress. Evolution versus Creationism is the age old debate about the big bang or the forbidden fruit...God created Earth and Heaven or some freak cosmic accident. Were these the only two options, I would firmly see evolution as, easily, where we came from. However, I always have seen a third theory as one that could explain the possibility of both. We are not initially from here. I first heard this theory, probably fifteen years ago...and, for me, it potentially explains both the gap evolution cannot yet quite figure out as well as the story of Adam and Eve. Think about it. Caveman runs about, club in hand [Read more...]
I still see her face, beautiful as day... - Sting, The Hounds of Winter "Let's talk about the elephant, shall we?" He sipped from his beer. "Elephant?" Derek was not as large as the tank behind the bar, but he was big. African American with a near buzz cut afro hair. He wore a red tie over his black shirt and slacks, but even the loose shirt could not hide the impressive shoulders and chest underneath. "Cliff, come on. You buy two seats on an airplane. That makes you an expensive date for a woman." Cliff chuckled as he gulped and almost lost a mouthful of beer onto his red sweater. "You have such a way with words." Derek smiled at him as he picked up his beer with one hand and sipped. Glancing at his watch he returned his [Read more...]
"You have any wheat beers?" The question surprised him as she did not look like a beer drinker. He watched the bartender, a tank of a man in a black vest over his white shirt and red tie. The bartender mumbled an answer. "I'll have one." She held up one finger. Her green eyes smiled from under her pageboy red hair. Her pale skin was slightly rouged by her makeup. She wore the infamous "little black dress" over her ample bosom and long black nyloned crossed legs. Stiletto heels adorned her feet with one on the bar's foot rest. The diamond on her finger was almost too noticeable. He watched from his own bar stool, unobserved. He dusted a crumb off his red sweater and glanced down at the burger in front of him. His belly was sore as [Read more...]
"Pancakes!" He looked up at her from his chair. "Pancakes? Sounds good." He closed the newspaper and stood. "How can I help?" He towered over her as he followed her to the counter. He reached up and pulled down two juice glasses. "Um, well..." She looked up into his blue eyes under salt and pepper hair. "Okay, set the table, start with that." She licked her lips as she watched him take the cups back to the table. the hair on his pale bare chest was so light that it seemed non-existent. He scratched his leg through his pajama pants and then returned to find plates and cutlery. He smilled at her as he spoke, "Eggs? Bacon?" She turned away and giggled. "We're not dressed for bacon." He laughed as he looked down at her in her black [Read more...]
So I'm under the duvet and in the mood to write some real raunchy stuff this eve. Some days I think that's all I'm good for. Writing stuff that requires tissues for those reading it...well, I like to think it does, but I never assume. Just once I would like to be living the current scenario while I'm writing it. Mind you, I suppose it would be less than romantic to kiss her deeply only to stop and document it on my Blackberry. To slowly lick and suckle her clitoris and...no, darling, wait as I need to blog. Hardly seems fair that the only reasonable time I could do this would be whilst my member is in her mouth...but, then again, watching those gorgeous lips engulf me and making eye contact with those beautiful blues would lead to [Read more...]
"Sir? Are you ready?" Marshall stared at the helmeted man for a moment before the words sunk in. "Yes!" He yelled back over the roar of the jet engine. The helmeted man nodded and spoke into his mouthpiece. Marshall could not see the man's eyes through the dark glasses under his helmet. He had no idea if this mission even made sense to the others. The plane banked hard south. Marshall steadied himself against the bulkhead and checked the tightness on his straps again. The helmeted man waited, absently brushing something off his grey uniform pants. His head nodded and he reported, "It's time!" He then moved to the side opposite Marshall. Wrapping his hand around one of the safety straps on the wall, he slapped the button. Marshall heard [Read more...]
Writing erotica is a funny thing. Women tend to like it as it creates a mental fantasy as the knight rides in on his steed and gives up his armor to be with her... Men, however...well we are more visual. We, as a gender, would rather have it shown than have to imagine it. I know I grew up hiding peeks into some of my mother's romance novels...and you have no idea how disappointed I was when she went from erotic romance to historical romance around 1984. I am certain there are some stories that crossed those sub-genres, but not the ones she was reading. I know I had the birds and bees talk with my folks around New Years in 1981...I recall my little brain having issues wrapping around how the boy parts would go in the girl parts. This [Read more...]