Archive | July, 2012

Medusa’s Lover Cover

30 Jul

I’m excited about my next project, so I thought I’d share the upcoming cover and hear you thoughts on it. It should be live in the Kindle Store soon! Be sure to check it out!

I have used Marcus Ranum‘s photography, many thanks to him!

a romance with medusa. will that end in anything but death or only in many tiny little deaths?

I Release – Touching Myself in the Morning

23 Jul

” Hornover: what one wakes up with the morning after a night of getting too horny without release. “

Sommeil Liberosensa

And so it begins. Light trickles in from between the curtains. I throw my sheets off me, still half-asleep and in a daze. The heat of the day is warmth enough. Bare and exposed, my fingers begin to explore. My dreaming hand disconnected from me, its caresses feel alien and distant, but at the same time the texture of my own skin is fascinating and I want more. It feels as if I have never touched myself before.

My fingers glide over my tiny hairs, only perceptible because to the golden light seeping through the curtains. The hair grows coarse under my finger tips and it is as if they have arrived in a different world altogether. I’m surprised at my own moisture. I can feel it through the fabric of my panties, sticking to my body. The sudden shock of pleasure as my fingers reach inside me, wakes me up. My eyes open wide, only momentarily, until they embrace the sensation.

It’s not enough. It’s too slow now. I’m awake and I want it harder. Fingers dripping now, I grind them with careless abandon, using the elastic of my underwear to keep the rhythm.

And finally. It is there. It sneaks up on me. Like something looming out of my field of vision that suddenly pounces on me. Invading every pore with tiny shocks of electric ecstasy. I bury my head in the pillow to muffle my groans.

The door opens.

“Good morning, honey. The showers all yours,” he says.

He doesn’t know what he was missing.

“Good,” I say licking me fingers clean. I’m gonna need it, cause I’m a dirty girl.

Physics – More like sex than you think

16 Jul

” Love is a matter of chemistry, but sex is a matter of physics. “


I was always better at physics.

Movement, rhythm, collisions. That is my field of expertise.

The sensory, the tangible, the hands-on. This is where I am able to contribute. This is where I can provoke growth.

Push and pull. I understand. I can master this. The way your fingers tangle in my hair.

Your nails scrape off the surface, exposing a part of me that was a little deeper. Hidden, now red and vulnerable. New caresses, reminding me of the place where I am ever so slightly laid bare.

Ever so slightly, my mass has changed. Cells, now nestled snugly under the shelter of your fingernails. At least that part of me is safe in your hands.

This is what I know. The physics of the matter.

Chemistry, that stuff is messy.

The Importance of Trimming Your Hair

9 Jul

Hair isn’t the first thing that pops into your mind when you think about sex. Unless you have some sort of a weird hair fetish. Which is totally cool and you’re welcome to elaborate in the comments.

In fact, I’m quite partial to a little hair pulling myself. The gentle tug on my scalp almost forces my hair to stand on end. And then when a man takes me from behind and grips me by the hair, there is some primal instinct inside me that is unleashed. I arch my back and then pull him deep inside me as he hold me by the hair. It’s as if the cave-woman inside of me awakens. And the cave-woman is loud. She moans and screams and begs for more, for harder, for faster, but I digress. That wasn’t the hair I wanted to talk about today. Enough about the drapes, on to the carpet.

Hair comes into play in so many ways. Although there is something to say for the occasional furry bits. I think we have to face the fact that Chewbacca never got the girl.

I’m all for the musky scent of a real man or woman. I believe that smell is an often overlooked stimulus, during sex. The salty smell of sweat and semen, might sound a bit vulgar and many of you may wince, but you can’t deny this is the perfume of love. The original L’amour.  An irresistible aphrodisiac, Aphrodite herself was born immersed in the sensual scent of salt and semen. The origins of the Greek goddess of love and pleasure are no accident.

I don’t want to be drowned in the sea of froth from which Aphrodite rose. I want to ride the wave and float upon its currents. To do that, Chewbacca may need to make a few sacrifices, calm the seas for smooth sailing as it were.

Those that are covered in hair, must not despair, for there is so much more they can do to make themselves fair. The clay from which they were crafted can be molded into so many different shapes.

Hair has been a classic method of expression, from the punks to the metal-heads, to Christiano Ronaldo. There is just so much your hair can express. Do not limit it to the hair on your head. Use your furry gift to express yourself.



proud to be an American.


To breath in the perfume of love, I must be able to breathe, not be smothered in impenetrable bush.

Hair or no hair? That is the question.

How do you feel about it?

Blog delayed

3 Jul

Due to circumstances my blog has been delayed. I leave you instead with this.


i love stairs


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