I hope everyone is having a wonderful 4th!  While it’s drizzling here at the moment, they’re forecasting it will clear off and only get up into the mid seventies…which is beautiful weather. Yeah sure the grass might be a little wet but I’m not planning on sitting on it. We’re planning on grilling out on my new smoker grill. This will be the first time I’ve used it, so I hope I figure it out right.  Smoked Iowa Chops, corn on the cob, baked potatoes, beans and crusty dinner rolls with watermelon for dessert, sounds like a good celebratory meal for the holiday.

I mentioned in my last blog about the flooding of a year ago, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t still affecting us.  They aren’t going to have  fireworks downtown this year again or at Ellis Park but out at the college.  I’ve debated on whether or not to take my kids or not.  But instead I think I’m going to go to my Uncle’s where it’s much less crowded and watch the fireworks there if we decide to go at all. Then it will be back home to do the sparklers and yell at the kids about  sharing them and not chasing the dog.  Yeah, chasing the dog. I have such little hellions. 

So to all those who celebrate today, have fun, be safe and enjoy the fireworks, whether they’re in your own backyard or at a crowded gathering, and don’t forget why we’re free.  God bless the American soldiers who can’t be home today to celebrate it.

Dakota

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It’s Friday again and time for me to blog…  The problem?  I’ve been so busy with my new book that I have no idea what to talk about.

The book I’m writing is an old story that I wrote last year.  It’s novel-length, full of adventure and discovery, and the romance  still makes me smile and sigh.  But although readers I’ve shown it to loved it, when I read I can see that it’s not to publishing standards.  Parts fall flat, dialogue has too many flashy tags (he spat, she cried, he roared *laughing*)  During and since writing this story I have learned a great deal about the art of writing, plot, flow, *cough* and dialogue.  And I really think that I can do it justice if I rewrite. 

So you’re sitting there wondering why I want to rewrite an old story since it needs so much work.  One reason:  The sex is so god damn HOT!!  I mean the story is fine, needs work but alright, but the real romance and excitement comes out in those sex scenes.  It’s right there that he first sees his heroine as different to every other woman he’s met, it’s during sex that he discovers the kind of woman she is, the kind of man he wants to be, and the kind of love they could share, if he allowed himself to let her in to his life.

And I suppose that’s why I chose to write erotic romance.  I can plug out an okay story if I want to, but it’s during the love scenes that I really sparkle, that my characters really come into themselves. 

I mean the way a man touches the woman in his bed really does show a great deal about his character. 

He flipped her easily onto her stomach, ignoring her indignant cry.  Gripping her hips he thrust his cock home and exhaled loudly with the rush of intense pleasure.  Fuck - he wasn’t going last long, already he could feel his climax tightening his balls.

*laughing* he may as well be with a blowup doll

He flipped her easily onto her stomach, a smile twitching his mouth at her indignant cry.  Laying his weight over her smaller body he pressed his rock hard erection against her bottom and growled into her ear.

“Mine”  He felt her shiver at the word and punctuated his point by running a line of hot wet kisses down her throat and across her shoulder.   ”Say it.”

See the difference?  I love these little differences.  It’s during sex that we see our characters at their most vulnerable and using their most basic elements.  If one charcter is a submissive that might not show in the general plot, but it will definately show during sex.

So what’s my point?  Well no point really I just wanted to share.

Hey there,

Cheers,
Em x

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She watched him from afar, afraid to walk closer and disturb the quiet of the fading day. Twilight was showing on the horizon, making the dark blue of the sky fade into the deep blue of the ocean.

Nick had been there for hours now and she had been sitting in her car for the same amount of time, the radio turned off, the windows closed. Everything still and silent as she waited for him.

Waited for him to get back to the real world, away from his dark thoughts.
She didn’t know what to do: should she go to him and ask him to tell her what was wrong? Explain to her what he was going through?

She just hoped she could help. Except she wasn’t even sure she had the right to do that. Not any longer.

She sighed and watched the still figure on the shore, darkness engulfing him. Yet she could still depict the way his body was hunched, his head in his hands.
For once in his life, he wasn’t sitting in front of the ocean, admiring the view, feeling the water soothe him.

No, for once, it wasn’t working.

She had seen him take his shoes off to walk slowly on the beach, letting the cool water brush his feet. She had smiled at the sight, that was so…him.
But now, it was night and he was still sitting there, his shoes lying haphazardly at his side. And she imagined the cold sweeping his naked toes. But still he didn’t move. Didn’t put back his shoes on, didn’t shake from the cold.

No, he just sat there, unmoving, unwavering. His gaze lost in the sea.

As if in a trance, she got out of the car and walked towards him. Then she stopped, suddenly unsure. What if he rejected her? Again.
Shaking her head to clear it, she kneeled in front of him, blocking his view. His eyes blinked, she saw them blink but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t acknowledge her presence as if she was only a ghost or a figment of his imagination.

“Nick?”

A few minutes passed, the silence punctuated only by the sound of the waves softly crashing below them. Nothing happened. He didn’t move, she didn’t move. He didn’t respond.
She looked down at his feet and spied the now blue toes, making her gasp in pain. Pain for him, for what he was enduring.
Impulsively, she rested her hands on his feet, trying to warm the cold skin.

And that’s when he looked up at her.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice shaking. It was probably the first words he had said in hours, possibly days.

“Your feet were cold.”

He blinked again, confusion sweeping his face. Then something happened: he smiled softly and said, “Thanks.”

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I never thought we’d make it to the knuckles.

But, then again, I never thought we’d try.

I made the mistake of letting my girlfriend Sweet read a fisting story I wrote called Slowly, Carefully.  It’s flash fiction–we’re talking under 300 words, here–but despite its length, this story had a huge impact on Sweet. Just further proof that size doesn’t matter among transgendered lesbians… *grin*

Slowly, Carefully focuses on the emotional component of fisting. Me, I’m more of a “yeah, fuck me, baby, anytime, anyplace” kind of gal, but to Sweet, the feely has to come before the touchy. So, now that she’s read this story showcasing the bonding aspect of a particular sex act, of course she’s determined to try it.

I’m young-ish, no kids, so my feelings around fisting have always been, “I’ve got a good thing going with this body. Why ruin it?” The increased appeal of fisting, for me, has come alongside the grounding of my sexual identity. If I’m a lesbian, what do I need a tight pussy for? Nobody’s going to be fucking it. *grin*

So, with Sweet and I firmly planted in the pro-fisting camp, the act keeps rearing its colossal head. We’re working our way there. It could simply be that I have an especially sensitive lover, but so far I’ve had no pain or tearing whatsoever. (Is that too much information? Sorry.) It’s a slow-going process, but well worth the time for the interpersonal connection fisting has helped us deepen.
My advice to anybody thinking about fisting is to take your time. Take a lot of time. For Sweet and I, it hasn’t been a one-time event. We’ve been working at it for weeks. Now, recall that my partner, as a trans woman, doesn’t share my dainty little hooves. Honestly? She’s got big-ass man hands. That’s okay, it just means the process takes a little longer.

I’m the world’s biggest proponent of petroleum jelly (or a strong water-based lube if you’re using gloves), but Sweet’s outlook is, “You get so wet on your own! Why use lube?” Right. Okay. So, we’ve been going the bare-hands-no-synthetic-lube route. Thank god she’s gentle. If she weren’t this process would not work.

Oh, another piece of useful advice: Take off rings. Yikes.

Today, we reached a new peak in the process: Four fingers to the knuckles. No synthetic lube. And when I say, “take your time,” I mean we worked at this for nearly two hours.

Fisting is not a mad passionate event. It’s more along the lines of tantric sex, at least for Sweet and I. There has to be a tremendous amount of trust between partners to achieve this feat. It’s a collective goal. I would say fisting has generated bonding feelings between us more than any other sex act…

…except kissing…

*smile*

Bright Blessings,
Giselle Renarde
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Today is a typical summer day in Iowa, hot and humid. It’s forecasted to get up into the low 90’s . Summer is officially here!   This last Monday,  the excessica anthology: Four Seasons: Summer 2009 came out.   As one of the contributing authors for this, I was excited to write a hot summer read.

Since my thoughts were turned towards a summer themed story, I couldn’t help but think about last summer. Unfortunately my area was gripped by a massive flood in June of last year.  Over a hundred blocks of  my hometown’s downtown district flooded along with all seven of the street bridges which connected the south side of town and north side were under water.  At eleven feet over flood stage even a train trestle with loaded train cars was lost to  the flood waters.  It quite literally shut the town down.  With 10,000  people evacuated and several of our major businesses under water, namely Quaker Oats and Fire and Casualty and  we could do nothing but find shelters for the displaced people and pray for the water to subside.

It was devastating and as writer I toyed with the idea of writing something about it but it was too hard for me at that time.  But when I sat down to work on my contribution for this anthology, I felt the need again to write about it but not as a tragedy that was on going. Why not visit  two survivors of the flood?  Hence,  Alessandra and Noah from A Moment Out Of Time came to life.   Alessandra was a spunky fireworks expert who worked for a demolition and fireworks company and Noah was a sexy but protective firefighter and rescue worker.  Setting the background was a challenge but I think I managed to blend a few flashbacks with the scenes set a year later.  Including the train trestle collapse seemed to be a fitting even though as a writer I took the liberty of placing a stranded worker (Alessandra) on the trestle and Noah coming to her rescue.  As far as I am aware there were no people near the trestle when it collapsed. The story is continued  when they meet nearly a year later.  Noah believing he’s lost Alessandra is unprepared for when he meets up with her on a routine inspection.  He decides he’s not going to lose her again and as they say the rest is history.

By adding a bit of romance and undisguised passion,  I hope I’ve set a fitting tribute to my hometown and perhaps even brought a bit of light to the tragedy.  My intention was never to dishonor the people who are still recovering and trying to resume their lives even now, but to draw some attention to those who’ve survived the flood.  I want to especially thank Selena for taking this story and adding it to her anthology.  For those who might be interested I’ve included a link to a short video my local news station put together.  Thanks all for letting me take this time to pay a little tribute to those who lost so much a year ago.  June 13th is the official date for the one year anniversary of the floods.

Dakota

http://www.cedar-rapids.org/community/Flood.wmv

When I first entered the world of erotic romance I started reading novellas because well to be honest I didn’t have a whole lot of time to really sit and read. I enjoyed the simple, erotically charged plot and the fun charismatic characters and I loved the quick satisfying end.

It’s no surprise then that when I decided to try my hand at writing, I wrote a novella first. I just loved slapping two strong characters together in a quick, snappy adventure tale full of love, angst and passionate lovemaking.

Fallen Angel was a story that I just had to write, if for no other reason then to get it out of my head. I’ve always had a thing for pirates and of course Pirates of the Caribbean just made it worse. But it was a book that gave me my final push towards scribing my sexy tale of the high seas.
The book was a biography of Black Barty, beautifully written the book not only gave an uncensored view of a pirate’s life, but the description was almost intoxicating in it’s phrasing. When I closed my eyes I could see James (My hero pirate) living that life, and my headstrong heroine, Eliza, adapting to and loving it. *Laughing* I know I loved it

Anyway below is a segment not in Fallen Angel but that was inspired by Black Barty and stars my three favourite characters, James, Francis and Carter (Who will be the hero of And a Bottle of Rum):

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The Ship
By Sandra Fowke

“She’s a beauty is she not, Mr Carter?” James Butler led the two men down the dock.

Edward Carter nodded his agreement, stepping up beside the older man. “She is that, to be sure, Captain.” He tipped his head to the side to get a better view of what the painters were writing and he could hear the echo of carpenters hammering. “A solid ship indeed; eighty-five feet from bow to stern, three sturdy masts, and wickedly fast when the wind takes her, I’ll wager.”

James slapped his shoulder, nodding his approval. “Faster then the devil himself.” he grinned wider. “It will have to be.”

Francis squinted up at the side. “What’s ‘er name, Captain?”

“The Fallen Angel.” James looked to Carter again. “She’ll need a First Mate.”

“Undoubtedly.” He pursed his lips in thought. “Piracy be an awful dangerous game.”

“As apposed to the slave trade?”

“Point taken. What about Silver?”

“An equal share all round and that goes for clothes food and anything else we can plunder.”

“And wenches?”

James laughed. “What do you think we be spending the Silver on, mate?”

Carter strode closer to the ship appraising the offer and craft. They were both fine and First Mate was a step up from Second. “Who else do we have on the crew?”

James stepped up between him and Francis, resting his arms on both their shoulders. “We have a cook.”

(c) Sandra Fowke 2008

I was talking to a friend last week, you know just babbling about something or another, when I was hit by another one. Another idea. For another book. Because really the four I’m currenly working on aren’t enough.

So I blamed her (don’t worry, she’s used to it!) and told her I wouldn’t write it because there’s no way I can deal with so many ideas in my head at once. Except that when I was on my way home that night, the characters took shape in my head and they started talking. No, seriously. By the time I got home from work, I had the premise, some kind of a plot, why they were at that point in their lives, what’d happened to get them there…they wouldn’t stop talking, damn it! I knew what was going to happen with my heroine. All that was missing was the end of the freaking story.

But I held strong. Go me! So all right, I might have thought about a possible title for that book. Idea. Whatever. And I might have found one.
However I’m still holding strong.

One week on and I still haven’t typed a single word.
I might have the whole book in my head but hey, I haven’t written any of it. See, I’m being good. Right?

Emma