Marquessa Matthews challenged herself and other bloggers to answer 31 questions during the month of March. You should check out hers and comment below if you’re playing along!
Jayden: I worked at a chicken wing restaurant. It was a fun first job, and I still adore wings!
Richard: I was a camp counselor. It’s still one of the best jobs I’ve ever had, and had a big effect on my path through life since then.
Marquessa Matthews challenged herself and other bloggers to answer 31 questions during the month of March. You should check out hers and comment below if you’re playing along!
Jayden: Spreadsheets! I’m the Queen.
Richard: Having an appropriate GIF for all situations.
Marquessa Matthews challenged herself and other bloggers to answer 31 questions during the month of March. You should check out hers and comment below if you’re playing along!
Jayden: That there’s only one way to do something. There are lots of ways to do most things, and we should all embrace our differences whether it be in learning style or relationships or whatever.
Richard: One time, when I was depressed, someone got me a self help book that could basically be summarized as, “Nothing you think matters, God will just make you do whatever you’re supposed to do.” This is poor advice in general, and was especially bad in that mental state.
Marquessa Matthews challenged herself and other bloggers to answer 31 questions during the month of March. You should check out hers and comment below if you’re playing along!
Jayden: I think I’ve made great strides toward finding my life purpose and living it. Many of those strides have been verrrrrry recent, too.
Richard: Definitely still searching. I don’t know what I want to be doing two years from now, let alone for the rest of my life!
Marquessa Matthews challenged herself and other bloggers to answer 31 questions during the month of March. You should check out hers and comment below if you’re playing along!
Jayden: I think in general, magic is science we just don’t understand yet. But sometimes magic is a feeling. Pieces falling into place in ways that we don’t understand yet.
Richard: One time, while talking about laundry detergent, I reached behind the couch and felt a bottle of laundry detergent. I still have it, it’s my change jar. I’m a master of detergent-mancy.
Marquessa Matthews challenged herself and other bloggers to answer 31 questions during the month of March. You should check out hers and comment below if you’re playing along!
Jayden: Yes! I have a super strong fear of losing all of my writing via fire. It’s on multiple computers and backed up to the cloud, but I am deathly afraid that I’ll lose it all somehow.
Richard: I say I’m going to get fired at least twice a week. They can’t fire me, we’re already super understaffed.
Marquessa Matthews challenged herself and other bloggers to answer 31 questions during the month of March. You should check out hers and comment below if you’re playing along!
Jayden: “When I’m with you, I might have to admit that I could be happy.” That might not be word for word, but it’s close enough. It was from a person who previously said they didn’t think they could ever be happy.
Richard: The other day, someone told me I was so charismatic that they had a friend whose job is to talk them out of doing whatever I tell him to do. It’s not my fault that I’m smart and sexy. My ideas all sound great because they are!
Hello dear readers, Jayden here to give you an update on how things are going for Richard and I in the realm of writing. Back on New Year’s Eve, I had the pleasure of introducing Richard and sharing some of our writing goals for 2021. We wanted to take some time to check in with you all and give you an update of how we’ve been doing.
I will freely admit that consistent writing hasn’t been going very well, but that’s primarily due to some major life changes for both of us, including that we moved in together about a week ago! But now that we’re settling in and finding new routines, I hope that our word counts will jump up.
We started the challenge of writing 1,000,000 words in 2021. When I attempted this last year mostly on my own, I was super on track in January! And then February I slipped a little. And then quarantine… And yeah, that was it.
This year, we did not start off super strong, but I have confidence in Richard and I that we can catch up. We wrote 31,445 words in January and 24,173 in February. I guess technically we could write a few more words tonight, but I don’t suspect there will be a ton more coming in today.
I was excited to announce Richard joining me two months ago, but I am super happy to say that it’s been working out better than I ever thought it could. We have posted every Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday, and some additional days. That’s a *huge* improvement over my previous blogging habits, and we’ve seen that with more regular readers. So thanks to all of you who are reading! But I have to give a lot of the credit to Richard, who has sat with me while I dragged out the words to make my personal posts and has collaborated with me as we’ve done our collab posts sometimes wrapping things up just minutes before the scheduled post. I couldn’t have done it without you!
We are excited to answer some questions for you every day of March thanks to Marquessa Matthews. Make sure you check back daily to learn a little more about Richard and I.
In addition, we’ll still be posting on our regular schedule:
| Tuesdays: | We will both answer the questions from the TMI Tuesday blog. |
| Thursdays: | Stop by every Thursday for one-shots from Richard! |
| Saturdays: | Collaborative Writing – Stories we write together. |
And then in April, we’ll take a break from that schedule because we’ll be doing the A to Z Blog Challenge! The Theme Reveal goes up on March 8th! Get excited! I am looking forward to generating more content!
I know, I know, I’ve been terrible about posting consistently. And even though I don’t always do New Year’s Resolutions, being better about writing and blogging is one that I want to stick to. But it’s one thing to say I want to be better at something this year, it’s another to have a plan for follow through. So I MADE A PLAN!
And my plan includes bringing on a second author as a co-blogger! So, meet Richard: a fellow erotica author who has a very similar writing style. We have started co-writing some pieces, and it’s a lot of fun to write, and it will be even more fun to share.
In addition to making a commitment to writing more consistently, we did two other things to help ensure our success as consistent bloggers.
| Tuesdays: | We will both answer the questions from the TMI Tuesday blog. |
| Thursdays: | Stop by every Thursday for another chapter in Jayden’s current work! |
| Saturdays: | Collaborative Writing – Short stories we write together |
Our goal is to write a combined total of 1,000,000 words in 2021. So we’re tracking both words we write as individuals and words we write collaboratively. We’ll post around the turn of the month an update with pretty graphs on our progress. We’re both very much looking forward to kicking the other one’s ass at writing half a million words in 2021!
Hi, everyone. This is Richard, tagging in for a quick intro. Right now, you’ll mostly see me on collab posts with Jayden, but I do have a few pieces that I’ll be polishing up for you to see. No regular schedule for them yet, just a little bonus if you’re good. Jayden’s current piece should run roughly to the end of February, so we’re planning to move up to four posts a week in March. Post number four will either be adding regular solo content from me, or some more nonfiction/traditional blog style posts. I’ll also be helping out on this year’s A to Z in April, so I’ll see you all then.
Social Media is a time suck. I hate it. I hate that I can waste HOURS of time just scrolling through. I even put a time limiter on myself like I would for a child. It’s nuts. I get lost scrolling Facebook on my computer. The worst is when I catch myself scrolling on my phone and computer at the same time.
I often think about leaving. But… I won’t.
The other day, someone I’m friends with posted something political. I didn’t want to post about it publicly because it involves looking for a new job so I sent her a message. Scrolling up (because Facebook saves everything), I realize that we haven’t spoken directly in 12 years. 12 years! We have liked each other’s posts and maybe even commented sometimes, but we haven’t had any direct interactions.
What was cool about it was that she offered me a place to stay post-pandemic if I’m ever in the area and said that she really enjoyed watching my life on social media. I never would have guessed that she would care that I got married and had a family, not because she isn’t a caring person, but because it surprises me that I would matter to someone else at all.
So, it goes to show you (me) two things:
Here is Part 3 of my 3-part story! If you missed Part 1, click here.
I climb onto Nick this time, positioning his cock inside me. It feels incredible to have him inside me. I sink down onto him, moaning. Lucas reaches a hand over and runs it along Nick’s chest. I love that we’re all so connected. We have a good rhythm for a bit, but I’m tired. When I nearly collapse on top of him, we know it’s time to switch things up.
I climb off him, getting tangled up in the guys again. “I want to take you from behind,” Nick says.
Lucas lays on his back in front of me, and I lick my lips looking down at his cock. I can’t wait to feel it between my lips. I position myself with my ass in the air, and Nick settles himself behind me, pressing his hard cock against my slit. I’m still so wet from him going down on me. His cock slides into me, and I groan as I take Lucas’ cock into my mouth.
When I first wrap my lips around him, he’s soft and silky in my mouth, but he gets hard quickly. I grip the base of his cock with my fingers as he stiffens. He grunts a little as I take him deeper, rubbing my tongue along his shaft.
Nick fucks me hard, and I’m moaning around Lucas’s cock. It’s so fucking hot. And then Lucas reaches his hand between my legs and rubs my clit. He always knows how to find just the right spot. My whole body shudders. I take his cock out of my mouth because I am panting so hard and gasping for air. But his cock is slick, and I know how he likes to be stroked. I wrap my fingers around him and slide them up over the head of his cock. I use small strokes, and he groans deep in his throat. Nick stills inside me, and I know that he’s waiting. He grinds his hips against me slowly, letting me feel his hard cock, but not fucking me. Lucas keeps playing with my clit. I feel like I’m going to burst.
I take Lucas back into my mouth, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against the roof of my mouth. He’s starting to swell, and I know he’s going to cum soon. I open my eyes and glance at his feet. His toes are curling. I love those telltale signs that he’s close. Nick starts to move again, thrusting slowly at first, letting me feel his full length, his fingers digging into my hips. I love it. I love how he controls the sex between us, how he has this power over my body.
I feel the orgasm building, and I’m sure Nick can feel it too as my pussy clenches around him. He starts to fuck me hard now, thrusting deeply. As he fucks me hard, my whole body rocks, Lucas’ body rocks, and I let the momentum move my mouth on Lucas. As the three of us rock together, I feel my pussy clench around Nick’s cock. Lucas must hear my whimpers and moans, but he doesn’t stop playing with my clit. Nick fucks me harder still, but I can feel that he’s close, and he pulses inside me as he cums. I had hoped I could get Lucas off at the same time, but he’s not far behind. Nick slides out of me and collapses on the bed. I let my body slide flat and focus my attention on Lucas. He’s so close. I stroke him with my hand, and I feel the little tap on my back that I know means he’s close. I press his cock into my mouth, sucking lightly on the head and stroking with my hand.
“Oh god,” he groans as his hot cum fills my mouth. I wait until he’s done, stroking him softly with my fingers, and then I swallow, licking my lips and smiling.
We get cleaned up enough to sleep, our bodies still glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and arousal. Nestling myself into Lucas’ arms, pressing my body against his, and then bringing Nick in against mine. I am surrounded by warm bodies and love, and I have never been more content and relaxed.
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Here is Part 2 of my 3-part story! If you missed Part 1 yesterday, you can find it here.
Even though I’ve screamed out my orgasm, Nick hasn’t let me go. His fingers are still buried deep inside me, his tongue is still pressed against my clit. I’m trying to fight him off, but only half-heartedly. Even if I really want him off, I know it’s not going to be easy with Lucas holding me down. I whimper as his tongue moves on my clit. Lucas flicks his tongue across my nipple. I’m writhing in overwhelming pleasure. I can’t form words, just whimpers of pleasure and then pain as Nick nibbles on my soft folds. He doesn’t usually use teeth down there, but I find that it’s sexy as hell. I buck my hips against him.
When he pulls his fingers out and lets go of my clit, I’m both relieved and disappointed. But I want one of them to fuck me. Or both. Both is good. We settle back into the positions we were in before, with me between the two men. I look between the two men, and I’m overwhelmed with emotion. This is perfection.
I lean over and kiss Nick, tasting myself on his lips, feeling my wetness clinging to his beard and mustache. I kiss him deeply and whisper that I love him. He returns the sentiment. Then I lean over Lucas and kiss him deeply, whispering that I love him. He also returns the sentiment. I could be at peace in this moment forever.
But my pussy has other ideas. I have regained the ability to speak, thank goodness, and say, “Can I ride you, Lucas, while you play with Nick?”
He agrees, and I turn to Nick. He nods, and we adjust, the two men moving closer together once I’m out of the way. I climb on top of Lucas and let his cock slide into me slowly. He shudders as I settle myself down on him. I’m sitting up, my nails digging into his thigh behind me. I start to move up and down, watching as he reaches over and grips Nick’s cock, stroking it lightly.
Watching them together spurs me on, and I start to move faster up and down, feeling his cock slam home every time. Then I lean forward, placing one hand on either side of his head. I lower my face to his so I can kiss him while his cock slides in and out of me. It’s incredible. Our tongues dance, and I want to just melt into him, but I do my best to keep the rhythm going. I bite his chest near his collarbone. I want it to bruise, but I don’t bite too hard. Then I kiss him again before sitting up. His cock goes deeper when I sit up, and I throw my head back in a moan. I want to watch Lucas stroking Nick, but I can’t focus. I’m too lost in the sensations in my own body.
Lucas thrusts his hips, moaning when our timing is just right. It’s incredible. Nick’s hand rests on my thigh, bringing me that connection I crave.
“Nick’s turn,” Lucas says, and I smile, knowing what he wants. As much as he enjoys fucking me, he loves my mouth and hand on his cock. I climb off, a tangle of limbs as we change positions again.
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I have been struggling to get words down, but this morning, I was inspired to write something. I turned into a 3-part short story that I’ll be posting the next three days. It occurred to me that I should go look at the Erotic Journal Challenge, and I realized that it fits. This (mostly real) experience of mine describes a time when I have been very relaxed and comfortable. So here is Part 1!
It’s been a long day. A very long, very emotional day. I slip the thin straps of my nightgown down over my shoulders, and the silky garment drops to the floor and pools at my feet. I step out of it, slipping my feet out of my flip flops. The bed looks comfortable and inviting. Part of me wants to lie down in the cool sheets and sleep for a week. But on either side of me, Lucas and Nick are undressing. As much as I want to sleep, the pull of their naked bodies is too strong to resist, and I’m instantly wet. I crawl onto the bed, fighting the urge to just collapse onto the cool sheets. I have my ass stuck up in the air, and I look over my shoulder to see both men staring at it. I grin and lick my lips.
They climb onto the king-sized bed on either side of me. Lucas drapes the soft throw blanket over his body, and Nick tosses the comforter over his. I lay in between them on my stomach, not bothering with any blankets. Instantly, they’re both touching me. Their hands on my body are so comforting, and I know if I’m not careful, I will drift off to sleep. Lucas drags his nails down my back and across my ass, and I groan into my pillow. Nick’s fingers knead a spot on my back that’s always tense. I sink more deeply into the softness of the moment.
As the two men touch me, I can feel moments where they touch each other. Just knowing that they’re caressing each other like they are me turns me on more than anything they’ve done to me. The desire is burning low in my body, but it’s on the rise. I know that I’m not going to be able to resist it much longer, as comfortable as I am.
I roll to my side, slipping my legs underneath the throw blanket covering Lucas. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my ass as I cuddle up to him. I reach out for Nick, raking my nails lightly across his chest. Lucas presses closer to me, moaning softly in my ear, wrapping one arm around me to play with my nipples. His touch is like fire going through me. My skin tingles where he touches me, and when he pinches my nipples, it’s like a direct line to my pussy. He nibbles lightly on my neck, and I moan and press my ass back against him. He lets go of my nipples and grips my hip with his hand. I know he wants to fuck me, and I can’t wait to feel him deep inside me.
Nick watches us for a few moments and then slips down the bed to crawl between my legs. He pushes my legs apart and slides two fingers along my slit. I am dripping wet already, and he has no problem slipping his fingers deep inside me.
I groan and thrust my hips to bring his fingers deeper inside me. He brings his mouth down to cover my clit and sucks gently. I groan again, and Lucas wraps his arm around me and keeps me from being able to move much. I consciously relax my body, closing my eyes, and focusing on Nick’s tongue on my clit. Lucas begins to play with my nipples again, and it feels so amazing. I slip my arm around Lucas’s back so his head rests on my shoulder. Nick’s tongue and fingers are working their magic, but the addition Lucas in my arms playing with my nipples pushes me to unbelievable heights of arousal.
I am nearly incoherent, but I manage to convey to Lucas that I want him to kiss me. His lips are soft against mine, his facial hair scratchy on my face. I love it. I kiss him again and again, light kisses turn deeper, my tongue flicking out to touch his soft lips. He opens to me, and our tongues touch. It’s so sensual, especially with Nick’s tongue doing a similar dance on my clit. I know I’m not going to last much longer. My breath is coming short, and my kisses are becoming more frantic.
Lucas stops kissing me long enough to bite at one nipple while he plays with the other. Each time his teeth sink into me, he elicits a whimper from me that I know turns both of them on. I know his little nips won’t bruise, but part of me desperately wants them to.
Lucas knows I’m going to cum soon, and I’m sure Nick does, too. Lucas grips my thigh and pulls my legs open wider to give Nick full access to me. He wraps his leg around mine so I can’t close my legs at all. His arm crosses my body and grips my wrist, my upper body pinned by his arm. And then he kisses me. He kisses me over and over again, my whole body shuddering, pressing against him, bucking against Nick. My moans are lost into Lucas’ mouth as my orgasm overtakes me. My hips thrust, my pussy clenches, my eyes roll back, and I am lost in the sensations of two men I love bringing me to the heights of ecstasy.
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On Tuesday, I answered the TMI Tuesday questions, as I do (mostly) every week they’re posted. For some reason, I had a lot to say this week. So much, in fact, that I’m making a SECOND post. So here we go… The question was a simple one. Favorite quote. I realized that I didn’t have a favorite quote. Though, if I’m being honest, I have trouble choosing a favorite anything. I can’t give you a favorite song, but can I share a playlist? I might be able to give you a favorite book, maybe, but… ahh… yes, I can give you one, but there are SO many others that come close. I can’t give you a favorite movie. How about a marathon?
Listen, I’ve already acknowledged (at least to myself) that I like WAY TOO MANY THINGS.
I’m bisexual (though…that might need some exploration).
I’m polyamorous.
I’m a switch.
If you google those three keywords, you get the addendum of “I’m not indecisive, I’m just greedy.” Well then. There was an alternate, “I’m not greedy, I know what I want.” ~Brenda Howard.” I like that better. I’m not greedy. I know how to share. I just like it all.
This is a problem in my writing. I don’t want to write a novel that’s FemDom or MaleDom. I want one of each. Some of both. Switch it up. Why not? And there have to be readers who want that, too! So that’s what I write the majority of the time.
Anyway.
I got off track. Whoops.
The quote from Tuesday that I chose (ha) was, “I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.”
Here’s the thing about being poly. There are so many things that assume a couple is just a couple and can’t be more. Greeting cards, marriage ceremonies (you better believe I wrote my own), quotes, romantic comedies, even romance novels, and so on. And most them presume that there’s one person and often this idea of a soul mate. Listen, I love a good romance novel. I love a good romantic comedy. But in my real life, I don’t believe any of that bull shit. I have found (currently) FOUR amazing people who I love deeply. FOUR! And they love me back! (How the hell could I be this lucky? I don’t know. It’s unfair.)
But here’s the thing that makes me angry about those greeting cards and quotes that assume there’s ONE person for everyone. (And this isn’t about being poly, because this applies to *everyone*.) If, god forbid, something happens to me, I want all four of my partners to move on with their lives and be happy. Date someone else (most of them already are), get married (in the case of the person I’m married to), have kids (if that makes you happy, most of them are beyond wanting them), DO WHATEVER IT IS THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY WHEN IT COMES TO RELATIONSHIPS! I don’t want any of them to sit around missing me! In the words of Tony Stark, “Don’t feel bad about this. I mean, if you grovel for a couple of weeks, and then move on with enormous guilt.” It was kind of a tongue-in-cheek line, in my opinion, but I would hope that they would move on should something happen to me. (And let’s face it, in this world, the odds are increasingly likely we aren’t all going to make it.)
Ah shit, I wanted this to be an escape from reality, but here we are. Sigh. I tried.
So my point is that I hope none of you buy into the BS about one right person, even if you are monogamous (which is totally cool). Be open to love. There’s not enough love in the world.
Ah shit. (Hey, I just said that.) I know my favorite quote now. My mom always says:
Love freely, because there isn’t enough love in this world.
She’s been saying that for decades. And it’s even more fucking true now than it was then. Go out (not literally, fucking pandemic) and spread some love today.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my blog. I’ve been thinking about what I want this space to be. Short stories are not my forte. I tend to get too wordy, too long winded. I am in the process of writing a novel that I lovingly termed, “Oops, I wrote a novel,” because there was a short story prompt in March and I just…went with it. I had hoped to finish it before the end of March, but…life.
Anyway, it’s a project I haven’t given up on and I hope to be able to work on that soon. So whenever I am in a position to say, hey, let’s make a goal, make a change (I hate change), I give it a lot of thought. What is it about this blog that keeps my readers interested? And in turn,
What keeps me interested in reading other people’s blogs?
Well, for me, I like reality. I like people who are being real and honest. They admit when they have a bad day. They celebrate the good days. I don’t care so much about a specific niche (*coughgrowingupwallscough*), but I do care that the author/blogger is real. Continuing stories are awesome, like the one from Clare Dugmore I read for A to Z. But I do worry that if I go on too long, some people may not start because they’d have to start at the beginning. (And sometimes I do go on too long… Hello Romance novel that’s 120,000 words. The average for romance is usually about half that.) It’s a lot to take in.
Anyhoo… I’m going to try to be more real. I have my identity to protect, so there are a lot of things in my life I can’t talk about. But I will try to be more real. And feel free to drop me a comment about what you want me to talk about here. I can stick to fiction, but you tell me!
So a few weeks ago, my local writing group and I did a 24-hour writing marathon. It was epic, as it always is. We do them twice a year (July and November).
I started, as I usually do, with a seed of an idea and ran with it. It went really well until near the end when I couldn’t decide how I wanted to end the story and I really needed words. When I am in desperate need of a surge of words, a sex scene is the best way to do that. Unfortunately, my characters were in the middle of a disagreement and they weren’t ready for makeup sex. So I skipped ahead and wrote three possible endings.
But what was interesting to me was that my character revealed to me some aspects of herself that I wasn’t expecting. I knew that she was submissive, but toward the end, she started to show some signs of being a little, too.
It’s an interesting concept, but one that I haven’t explored personally. In fact, most of my exposure has been through an excellent blog I follow. She’s just a person like you or me, but she shares a lot of her life in her blog and it’s inspiring! Feel free to point me to other resources, because when your character speaks to you, you have to listen.
Okay, I am not the worst person in the world, or even in the room. I am just the worst at keeping my blog updated (and reading other people’s blogs). I was sure that I would have time once I got through April and then May, and there would be all the time in the world… and then suddenly there wasn’t.
I can give lists of things I did and excuses for why I didn’t work on my blog, but the reality is that I just didn’t make it a priority, and for that, I am sorry. I have missed the blogs I follow and now it’s just way too much to catch up. But I am going to try (again) to start fresh at least! But if you see comments pop up on old posts, sorry, that’s just me, being terrible.
So what’s been going on with me?
I wrote 50,000 words for CampNano! And I did it in one day. 24 hours. 50,035 words, in fact. Isn’t that insane? I think so. So do my friends. It’s the third time I’ve done 50k+ in 24 hours, and that may be the last time.
My local group did the marathon together, and I felt like I was never able to chat with people or make friends because I was too focused on writing. It was a bit discouraging, actually.
What is NOT discouraging are our Cabin Stats! Check this out!
If you can’t figure out where the 24 hour marathon happened, well, I would direct you to the giant jump at Day 14!!!
Not everyone met their goal, but look at all the progress we made as a group!
(And thanks for the picture, Jamie! She posted it in our Facebook group, but go check out her blog!)
Feel free to poke me to update more. I want to, honest! Ask me questions and I’ll be happy to answer them! And as always, thanks for following and reading.
I spend a lot of my time embroiled in fiction.
I love fiction movies, fiction novels, and writing fiction. And yet, the reality is that real life still happens. My personal philosophy has long been that happy endings are where it’s at (in more ways than one, hehe), but that’s not real life.
The other night, my husband prompted a play session because he knew that I had been stressed out and would welcome the release of subbing for him. He was 100% right. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as well as it usually does. My body didn’t respond the way I wanted it to. It wasn’t anything he did, it just didn’t work like I wanted.
It made me think of the fiction that we all know and read and maybe even love. I thought about the romantic comedies and the romance novels. They all end up happy, and even though there might be struggles along the way, you know it’s going to work out. So don’t get discouraged if it doesn’t work out that way in real life. Maybe your happy ending is still coming down the line. Maybe it isn’t this play session or this day, but it may just happen yet.
And I am so grateful for a partner who supported me through my frustration with myself. ❤
1. How do you spend most of your time?
Working my day job. In my free time, I guess I write more than any other hobby.
2. Is this where you thought you would end up?
Mostly. I knew I always wanted to be a writer in some form or fashion. As for my personal life, maybe not so much. I’ve known that this is where I would end up when I was 18, but not before that.
3. What would you do differently if given the opportunity?
In my personal life? Not much. I believe that everything I did shaped who I am today and the life I have, and I am happy.
4. How do you encourage creativity in the bedroom?
I have spent many years working on a list of bedroom (and outside the bedroom, but still sexual) activities my husband and I both like. (Or things I can do on my own for fetishes we don’t share.) When we need an idea, we can pick from the stack of cards. When life isn’t too crazy, I pick several for the week and we work them into our routines.
5. Tell us something about yourself that might surprise us.
No one at my day job would even begin to guess that I write BDSM erotica.
Bonus: Sexually, who has influenced you the most?
I had a particular boyfriend in High School who suggested we try BDSM. It was the single most freeing thing I have ever done sexually. Looking back, I realize that I had submissive tendencies long before I ever met him, but he’s the one who unleashed me, literally!
I love historical romance. It’s probably my favorite romance genre. Many times in my life, I’ve thought that my submissive nature would lend itself well to a time and society where women served. (Let me be clear though: I am a feminist and believe in women’s rights, and their right to choose to serve through BDSM! 😉 Or not. Whatever each person wants.)
Anyway… I’ve thought often how maybe I was born into the wrong generation.
And then I get strep throat. And I am so, so, so very grateful for the barrage of medications that made my strep throat almost gone in three days.
#BetterLivingThroughChemistry
#ThankGoodnessForModernMeds
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