The cultural flashback was a bit unnerving.  We’ve become so used to societies ideal perfection…huge breasts, tiny waist, blonde hair…hey wait a minute…I just described a Barbie doll.  I guess it was refreshing to see “real” people.  So, just in case you’re interested, or if you want to find great vintage pics for your art and don’t mind sifting through porn to get it, here’s a link to the site:  http://vintagelovelies.com/saloon

Here’s the first of the collages made with photos gathered there.  Enjoy!

Thanks for your help.

Persephone

Fill the bottle with your oils, I use mainly almond oil and add a little macadamia nut oil.  Add 10 to 15 drops of orange oil and 5 or so drops of the nutmeg oil. Shake it up. Easy!  You can add small buds or whatever to the bottle for decoration.
This will keep on your nightstand for a couple months or store in the frig if you won’t use it up that fast.
Enjoy!

I beg to differ.  The daughter ingests her fathers semen.  The father sexually gratifies himself with the in person visual aid of his daughter.  This constitutes incest to me and to everyone I’ve asked about it too.  My question is this:  how many years of abusive training would someone have to go through to allow this to occur as an adult?  I mean, would you dear reader lick the ejaculate of your parent off a lover’s back?  Does this stuff happen all the time and I’m just naive?

OK…I don’t believe it happens at all.  No one out of the clear blue does these things.  This is conditioned behavior that has been occurring for a long time.  Too bad the author and publisher of this piece of trash don’t agree.  They seem to think this is okey-dokie.  Dark Roast Press, in my opinion, is condoning and glamourizing the act of incest in this particular story because, get this, NO ONE in the story is upset, grossed out, or in any way impeded sexually by this act.  The story in no way shows or states that this type of behavior, incest,  is wrong.  And when brought to the authors of DRP’s attention, not one author pulled their work from that publisher.  Shame on them and shame on Dark Roast Press.    I urge everyone who agrees with me on this to go to their website and protest, Twitter about it, check it out for yourself.  BTW, their is no tag on this selection to indicate that there is any incest in this story.  The book is Forbidden Views for which I regretably did the cover art for.  Show them your disdain.  DO NOT BUY THIS BOOK!!

So we finally got brave and had a talk, you know, “I want this,”  and “I want this.”  YEA!   We discovered that while we’ve just about exhausted both our imaginations, we still want to try new things without going outside the relationship.  And with both of our heads together, sparks have always ignited. 

My advice, don’t become bored…or boring.  Dare to talk to your partner and tell them what’s on your mind.  Be creative.  Don’t be shy, that person on the other side of the bed is probably feeling the same way you are.  Pour some wine, have a talk, and let what happens happen.

Those Dangerous Times  by Christopher C. Newman

There, standing completely nude in the pale dawn light, was Lisa. She was facing him and her body was quivering like she was having some sort of seizure. George watched in horror as a pair of dark gray arms emerged from her stomach– and the hands on the ends of those arms obscenely caressed Lisa’s ample chest. Blood ran down from the wounds that the arms had made in her stomach as those hands, pitch-black, clutched more like talons than fingers into the meat of the ex-barmaid’s bosom. Lisa’s eyes widened; they silently begged and pleaded with George to do something. A ragged rush of air passed between her clenched teeth as she found the strength to breathe. 

“George,” she softly cried as the color of her flesh became pallor with a sickening speed. 

“What the hell!” the big man spat, and he ran forward. As he approached, a creature’s face appeared over Lisa’s right shoulder.  

The long wild black hair framed a dark expanse that was twisted into a hateful sneer. The thing had no eyes, just twin wells of deep darkness on either side of its nose. It smoked; rolls of gray steam seemed to waft off of the thing’s body, creating a strange misty background to accent Lisa’s trembling, pale skin. Lisa’s body shook even harder and blood erupted from her lips, painting her chin a dreadful crimson.  

“Aaarrgggh,” the twenty-year old softly gurgled before slumping lifeless in the apparition’s hold.  

The phantom smiled; it was horrible to behold and made George’s blood run icily in his veins. It lifted up Lisa’s limp form and tossed her aside like the wadded up remains of a fast food meal.  

“George Dabrowski,” it hoarsely whispered with a chilling voice. “Do you remember me…?” 

“No!” he shouted at the figure creeping upon the ground towards him. “I-it can’t be! You’ve been dead for… t-twenty-four years!” 

“No, not dead,” it whispered in that terrible tone. “Just searching, searching and wandering until I could find those who murdered me. You will lead me to them all, George Dabrowski… I will have my revenge upon all of you!” 

“Piss off!” he screamed at the smoking gray spirit. “They’re my brothers! I’ll never help you kill us all!” 

George ran to the bike and jumped upon it. He fired it up with a roar and tore off down the road as if his ass was on fire. Behind him he could hear the creature laugh. It was one of the few sounds he would never forget. It was more of a coughing bark than a laugh, but a laugh it was all the same.

 My review: 

If you liked the first two books of the Ravenswood series, you’re going to love this one.   In my favorite of the series, Those Dangerous Times, the main characters really evolve.  You’ll get a glimpse into Noah’s past as a soldier, an insight into what makes him so gruff and jaded today.  If you liked Sarah, then this one is a must read, I won’t give anymore away about that, but the relationship between the two characters if finally defined completely. 

As for storyline, this novel is a real whodunit, with all the twists and turns we’ve come to expect from this author.  If you cross Agatha Christie and Stephen King what you get is Christopher Newman and Those Dangerous Times.  I can’t recommend it enough an give it 5 stars and two thumbs up!

This is bad for our sexual relationship and for our own mental health.  We need to have sex.  We need to feel that closeness with our partner to maintain that bond we share and to stay connected.  We need to have the release of tension.  Without sex our bonds with our partner loosen, we feel more alone and isolated, and we are more irritable.  That’s when we let the pressures of our lives get the best of us until we finally are too stressed to even think straight.  When this happens everything suffers, our jobs, relationships, and self esteem all go to hell.

It doesn’t seem worth it, does it, when all you need to do is plan for sex.  Make the time, set it aside, make it a priority.  It should be!  Instead of sitting up watching TV go to bed an hour early.  And don’t you fall asleep…use that hour to reconnect with your partner.  Talk, share a glass of wine or whatever, have sex or just massage each other.  Enjoy each other without complaining about the crappy day you’ve had or how bad the kids are or….you get the idea.  Spend some quality time together and the sex will come (pardon the pun).

So tonight, go to bed early and have great sex.  Reconnect with your partner and have a wonderful week!

Now it’s two years later and I’m on “our” dance floor, slightly intoxicated and dancing with someone I knew I’d never even consider being with.  The music ends and as I walk back to my table who do I see but him, sitting with a group of his buddies and drinking what I assume is Jack Daniels, his hard drink of choice.  He notices me too, a smile coming over his face.  He waves for me to come over and of course I can’t resist.  I could never resist anything he ever wanted, not ever.

I know most of the guys at the table so no introductions are needed and everyone speaks their pleasantries as I sit down in the chair offered by him.  He asks if I want a shot, snakebites are what we always drank when we were together and that hasn’t changed.  He orders and I sit barely listening to the men talk about whatever…I can’t keep from thinking about what could have been and well, what might still be if he wanted it.

The shots arrive and we drink together, simultaneously shimmying at the sourness of the lime and Yukon Jack.  The band starts their next set and I jump to my feet.

“Who wants to dance?” I ask looking directly into his eyes.

“I probably shouldn’t…” he says but  still stands up and heads toward the dance floor.

In all the times we had danced together in the past he had never laid a single finger on me.  I had ached to be touched by him then and that much hasn’t changed.  So when the music slows I know he will have to take me in his arms or leave, and I can’t help but smile.  He hesistates, but moves closer and holds out his arms for me to place where I will allow.  I simply put my arms around his neck like a school girl at the prom and we proceed to slowly step in unison.  Small talk of course is in order and he asks what I’ve been doing, I do likewise.  As the song comes to an end I whisper toward his ear that we should get another shot.

We go directly to the bar to order, get our drinks and down them quickly.  A warm flush comes over my face, reddening my ears too I’m sure.  With my dose of liquid courage taken, I ask, “So, what happened?  I thought it was me you wanted but I guess I was really wrong.”

“No,” he sighs, “you weren’t wrong.  I just…I don’t know…fucked up.  I was scared.  An instant family is a lot to take on.”

“Whatever.  I just want you to know now how I felt about you…”

“I missed you,” he whispers, his voice trailing off and getting lost in the din of the bar.

“I missed you too.”  I reach up a hand to stroke his face.  His own reaches up to catch mine and our eyes meet, a silent acknowledgement of our need.

“I can’t wait another minute,” he states as he starts toward the door, my hand still gripped firmly in his.

I let him lead me, I don’t care where we’re going, he is holding my hand in his.  Electric!  We quickly walk through the parking lot till we arrive at his car, a burgundy something…I’m not so good with makes and models…doesn’t matter because now he’s pulling me to him hungrily.  Inside my tight little dress my nipples are perking  and my panties are moist with anticipation.  We kiss…my hips press against his swelling fly, grinding urgently.  God how I want him!  I reach down to unzip him and stroke his rock hard cock. 

“Hmmm…I’ve wanted this for so long,” I tell him.

Pushing him back onto the hood of the car I lean over and take all of him into my mouth.  I run my tongue along the shaft as I bob up and down, up and down, and curl my tongue around the tip, sucking slightly with each stroke.

“Ahh…,” is all he can respond with, exactly as I wanted. 

I’m slowly licking up and down his cock and lightly squeezing his balls when he pulls me up and bends me over the car’s hood.  Leaning over me he reaches under my skirt and fingers my hot, wet pussy.

“God, you’re so wet,” he tells me.  “I want you so much.”

“Fuck me right now or I’ll die,”  I whisper hoarsely. 

I feel his cock enter me, and my first orgasm came instantly.  “God, he feels so good,” I think to myself, chanting it in my mind like a mantra. 

He lifts my skirt further up over my hips to expose my ass.  His hands squeeze my cheeks roughly, his fingers exploring all of me, his ass pumping his dick in and out of me.  He finds my clit and rubs rhythmically with his fucking…god he’s so good…I feel his cock thickening, oh god he’s coming too!  Another orgasm hits me and in moments we are leaning against the side of the car, breathless and sated.  The moment I had wanted for so long had finally happened and was better than I ever imagined.

I have to tell you this story…sorry hubby.  About three years ago on Valentine’s Day, my husband brought me this very nicely wrapped gift.  I was excited, it looked like it came from Victoria’s Secret.  I was way wrong.  It was a scent diffuser, silver colored gargoyles and skulls.  To me it said, “our love is dead and it stinks so bad you need to cover it with this.”

I knew this was not the message my dear love was trying to convey.  But I asked him anyway.  Now the poor man, I love him dearly, told me he was afraid to buy me lingerie.  He said every woman he had ever been with would have been insulted by it.  And I asked why.  He couldn’t figure it out and neither can I.  I mean, perfume is ok.  Jewelry is ok…why not something else that makes you feel more attractive?

Ladies, if you’re feeling fat, ugly, and unattractive go buy yourself something naughty.  Go home and wear it tonight for you partner.  I guarantee you will feel sexy before the night is over.  That is, unless your partner’s a damn fool.   Go do it now before you chicken out.  Have fun!