TMI Tuesday

1. Is falling in love effortless?
Unfortunately, I think it’s a lot more effortless for me than it should be. I fall hard and fast and easy, and that is not good combined with emotionally attaching to people. And honestly, it doesn’t even have to be someone I’m in a relationship with. I attach to friends as well and don’t want to give them up. I do like to share though, in more ways than one, but people find their way into my heart easily.

2. Is your significant other most like your mom or your dad?
At first I was like, “Whaaaat?” and then I remembered just how much my husband is like my father. They have a lot of the same tastes in movies and music and, to no surprise, they get along well.

3. Which parent do you identify with most?
I am very close to my mom, but my dad and I have more in common in more ways than I care to admit.

4. What one thing are you lacking that you believe will make your life run smoother?
Does time count? How about $1,000,000?

Honestly, my life runs pretty smoothly most of the time. I invest a lot of time in schedules and patterns, and that helps. Plus I have the best husband EVAR. (Fight me.)

5. Which is sexier: constantly pushing the boundaries or playing by the rules?

Oh I love pushing boundaries, especially my own. I like saying, “Okay, here’s the limit, now bend it.” This is particularly fun with caning and paddles and other implements of pleasurable pain.

Bonus: Do you think confessions make a relationship stronger?

I think that open and honest communication make a relationship stronger. But if there have been secrets, that’s probably not good. But sometimes we bottle things up and lie to ourselves just to keep sane, and eventually that comes out. And when it does, if you work on it together, it can be stronger.

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TMI Tuesday

Every time I have written “Tuesday” today, I’ve missed a letter. Oy! Here we go:

1. Picture the child you once were, what did that child do very well?

I was a good student. I was always close to my teachers and did everything everyone asked of me. For better or worse, I always said yes! (I even somehow found myself volunteering for an abstinence education group even though I was already sexually active myself! But someone asked, and I said yes!)

2. What are you really good at now?

Saying no! I’ve tried really hard, especially recently, to learn my limits (in and out of the bedroom), and make sure that I say no when I’ve hit my limit.

3. Did you ever expect love in return and not get it?

I don’t know that I can say I ever “expect” love. It’s lovely to have it, and sometimes I wish for it or am hopeful for it and have had it not returned. But I don’t feel like it was ever an expectation.

4. Who do you need to get in touch with because it has been so long?

Oh jeeze. I have friends I should probably get in touch with. I missed the window with a family friend who passed away, and I’ve tried to learn from that mistake and stay in touch with people, but I’m imperfect.

5. What are your thoughts on this: “Every woman deserves her special day. I get that. But does it really have to cost so much fucking money? I mean, c’mon. If you’re serious about building a future with a guy, why bankrupt him?”

Oh interesting. Well, I mean, I like to be spoiled (and I think I am pretty spoiled), but it doesn’t have to be financial. Just like when I put my feet in my boyfriend’s lap and he rubs them automatically, I feel loved and special. That doesn’t cost him anything. Or when my husband drops me off at the door to a restaurant because he knows my feet are bothering me. That doesn’t cost him anything.

Plus, I think there has to be a balance. I spoil my partners just as much as they spoil me, or I try to anyway. We don’t “keep score.”

Bonus: What is your number one priority?

Myself. I don’t want to sound selfish, but I have learned over the past few years that if I don’t take care of myself, I have nothing to give to others.


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Last chance to vote! #AtoZChallenge

Voting is now open for the two favorite stories I continued in May:

L is for Lifeguard vs. Y is for Yes

In April, as part of the A to Z Blog Challenge, I posted a story for every letter of the alphabet. By combining likes, comments, and votes, I determined the favorite from each week and they got a continuation.

In June, I posted the continuation of those four stories. I apologize for not spacing them out as I intended, but life (and travel got in the way). So I have whittled it down to L is for Lifeguard vs. Y is for Yes.

Next week begins CampNaNo, during which I have a goal to write 100,000 words, splitting my time between writing the novel for whichever of those stories gets the most votes, and a new writing project I am working on with two friends. This is your last chance to vote and your last chance to be the one lucky winner who leaves their email* on the Google Form will get a free copy of the finish ebook!

*I do not have an email list and will not email you or sell/give away your email address for any reason and will only contact you to tell you that you’re the winner and give you the book. So no worries about entering!

Voting is now open for the last two. You can like the post, comment on it, or vote by clicking the link below. Thanks to everyone who has participated so far! The end is near! I will leave voting open until the end of June!

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Y is for Yes – Part 3 #AtoZChallenge

Here is the next installment to my story Y is for Yes, which was the favorite for the second two stories in May.

If you didn’t read Y is for Yes, you’ll want to go back and read that and its continuation first. If you don’t know what’s going on, check out my Theme Reveal for full details.

The heat growing between my legs was boiling. I hadn’t expected it. I hadn’t expected any of it. But here we were, in my office, and I was about to be nearly nude.

“I suppose we had better slip you out of this skirt before it stains, then.”

I watched him, biting my lower lip as his fingers gently moved to the zipper next to my hip. He touched me so little as he unzipped it, just the lightest brush of his fingers, and all I wanted was to feel them pressed against my flesh until they bruised.

I used his shoulder for balance as I stepped out of my skirt. I stumbled just a little, and his hand came up to my hip to steady me. The touch was electric, and I couldn’t suppress a shudder. When I was steady, he left his hand there a touch longer, and then he took a step back from me. “Would you like me to help you take your bra off, Yvonne?”

“Yes, please,” I whispered, and I turned around so he could unclasp it. He slid the shoulder straps down, but my hands were covering my breasts, so the fabric stayed in place. I turned back to him, and he waited. He didn’t push, or comment, or make impatient noises; he just waited for me to move my hands. I did, slowly, my eyes locked on his. He met my gaze until my arms started to move, and then his gaze dropped lower. He actually moaned as my breasts were exposed to him, creamy pale skin that had never seen the light of the sun. My pink nipples were hard little nubs, making my large nipples appear much smaller. A grin formed at the corners of his lips and grew as he observed me.

“Yvonne,” he groaned my name, and this time it brought forth a gush of arousal from between my legs.

He dropped to his knees in front of me. “Did you get coffee on these little satin panties?”

I didn’t know that my panties qualified as little, but I let it go. “I don’t think so,” I said, a little thrill of anticipation in my voice. Was Derek just saying that so he could get me out of them?

“Well, they are soaked through, Yvonne. If it’s not coffee, then what is it?”

I blushed furiously. He ran a finger over my panties, right over my slit and I knew that I was so aroused that I was soaking through them.

“Yvonne, answer me.”

I didn’t know what to say. “It’s-it’s-” I stuttered. He waited, a little impatient this time. “I’m so turned on,” I said, not able to meet his eyes.

He grinned up at me again, taking my confession as permission to touch me. His hands ran up my leg, and I knew that he was feeling a few days worth of stubble since my last shave. I was embarrassed. When he reached my panties, he didn’t take them off or slip his fingers underneath them, but he explored across the fabric all the same. I moaned at his soft touch. He moved upward, trailing his hands along my sides until he was at my breasts. He cupped one in each hand, feeling the weight of them. “Yvonne, you are beautiful.”

The blush that had been fading came back in full force. He let go of my breasts, and I fought not to groan in protest. But then his arms were wrapped around me, his hands in my hair and he pulled me against him so that my breasts were pressed against his soft shirt.

“Kiss me,” he said quietly, and I didn’t hesitate.

I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his, but that was where my illusion of control ended.

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L is for Lifeguard – Part 3 #AtoZChallenge

Here is the next installment to my story L is for Lifeguard, which was the favorite for the first two stories in May.

If you didn’t read L is for Lifeguard, you’ll want to go back and read that and its continuation first. If you don’t know what’s going on, check out my Theme Reveal for full details.

Within another 12 hours, the hospital was ready to send me home. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to go home, but they definitely wanted me gone. My nurse came in to go over discharge instructions with me. “Your fiancé is going to take you home, right?”



Wait, I didn’t say that. Who said that? Jack? Shit, Jack said it.

My mouth dropped open, and I started to protest when I got a sharp elbow to the ribs from Julie.

I shut my mouth and nodded in agreement.

When the nurse pushed my wheelchair into the sunlight, the first thing I saw was an old blue Subaru station wagon. “Sorry, my car isn’t anything special,” he said.

“No, it’s fine,” I said. “Thank you for taking us home.” He helped me get settled into the front seat and settled Julie in the back. I was surprised to see a booster seat in the back seat for her. “Why do you have a car seat?” I asked.

“I take my niece out a lot, so I picked one up a while back. I just haven’t taken it out of my car.”

“Well, that was fortuitous.”

“It was,” he agreed. He put the car in gear. “So, uh, where do you live?”

“Oh!” I laughed. I gave him the address, and he put it in the GPS app on his phone which he attached to the dashboard.

“I can’t wait to get home,” Julie said. She babbled on in the back seat about how she wanted to see her friend who lived next door and how she couldn’t wait to sleep in her own bed. I let her chatter, giving an occasional, “Oh!” or “Uh huh.” She did explain that we had to pretend that Jack and I were engaged so they wouldn’t give them a hard time about him staying there and taking care of Julie.

When we pulled up in front of the house, Julie practically leaped from the car and ran to the neighbor’s gate. I wanted to call her back and reprimand her for running off without permission, but I just didn’t have the energy.

“Thanks for taking us home,” I said again.

“It’s no problem.”

I didn’t know what else to say, and I started to get out of the car, but he said, “Marigold?” and I stopped dead.

No one called me Marigold. I went by Mari. Everyone I knew called me Mari. But Jack wouldn’t have known that. We had never spoken before. And he would have seen my name on the medical charts.

“Call me Mari,” I said stiffly.

“I’m sorry, Mari,” he said. A hush fell over the car, and we sat staring at each other for a moment. “I know that we really don’t know each other, but I feel like I know you after spending so much time with Julie.”

A flutter of fear went through me. He was good eye candy, but that’s all he was ever supposed to be. We weren’t supposed to be friends. And now he and Julie had become besties, apparently. I didn’t know how to take that.

“I want to get to know you for myself, Mari.”

My mouth was dry. I was more nervous than I had ever been. All I wanted was to get inside and take a shower and sleep in my own bed. But I couldn’t do that. I had to follow Julie and find out if the neighbors were home and make arrangements for her to play there or bring her home. And here was Jake… no Jack practically hitting on me. What was I ever going to do?

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TMI Tuesday

1. Is your sex life more fantasy or reality?

It’s a little of both. The reality fuels the fantasy.

2. If you could hook-up with a past lover (with no repercussions or regret), who would it be and why? (No need to use real names just briefly describe the person and their relationship to you.)

Ooo, this is interesting. I am particularly happy with the lovers I have, so it’s hard to think back. I do have one that was short lived, but enjoyable in bed. We dated for a week in High School, but it was a good relationship. If I believed in regrets, I would regret breaking things off with him.

3. You can only indulge in one of the following sex acts for the rest of your life, which would you choose to enjoy?
a. oral sex, only giving
b. 69
(c). oral sex, only receiving
d. mutual masturbation

Hands down it’s my favorite thing!

4. With each lover do you pay attention to what they want or do you have a repertoire that you stick to when having sex?

The fun for me is doing different things that please my partner. I have found that there are things that I enjoy with one partner that I may not enjoy with another. Their enjoyment is a huge part of my enjoyment.

5. Do you initiate sex for healthful benefits, e.g., to sleep better or relieve pain?

Yes, absolutely. Sometimes it’s just because I want to, but sometimes it’s stress relief. When I have a huge desire to sub, it’s usually for stress relief.

Bonus: Do you understand the clitoris?

Yes, at least, I understand my own. I haven’t had a girlfriend enough to figure out another woman’s, but my basic understanding is that each person is slightly different.

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TMI Tuesday

1. If you were an ice-cream flavor, what would you be and why?

I would be something nuts – for a little crunch.

2. What are the best sexy skills you bring to a sexual relationship?

I am good at taking moderate amounts of pain (and enjoying it) and coming up with creative ways to sneak kinky sex into a packed schedule.

3. What is the single largest problem causing you angst in your romantic relationship (current or most recent relationship)?

Scheduling! With multiple relationships, kids, full time jobs, etc. etc. etc., it’s very difficult to have adequate time for everyone.

4. What is the best part about being in a relationship with you?

I am the Sunshine (according to a bestie). Sometimes I have rough times, but generally speaking, I’m an eternal optimist!

5. What is the biggest misconception that people have about you?

That I’m innocent and inexperienced. Ha! I don’t look my age, and I look like a person who wouldn’t be into kinky sex and write bdsm erotica. But honestly, what does such a person look like?

Bonus:  When you look at old photos of yourself, do you like what you see?

Sometimes. There were phases in my life when I thought I was fat, and I wish I could get back to that weight. But I like seeing the experiences I have had and reminiscing about them.

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