#SixSentenceSunday: The Nanny

Reblogged from The Intoxication of Vera Roberts:

Hello dahlings!

Hopefully by the time this post is live, The Nanny will finally be live on Amazon. It's currently available on ARe, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble. I decided to move the release date to 12/7 because I didn't see the point of waiting.

Here is another six sentence snippet:

“You’re gorgeous, Tiana. Absolutely gorgeous.” Kieran’s breath was jagged. He picked her up and carried her to the couch.

Read more… 113 more words

Big shoutout for this gorgeous girl and her new release of The Nanny. On my way to buy it and enjoy some erotica reading..

Guestblog: Emily Strange

Ok, this is a guestblog from the Tumblr world, no words so don’t know who this girl is but she keeps on finding these amazing dark, sexy goth pictures that just thrills me to the bone (pun intended )

So no 1st post but at least I could randomize the pictures so if you like your girls on the goth side, you will love this tumblr.

I present: Emily Strange

The maid you don’t want to cross…	Gun loving goth…
Lovely corset and girl…	and just pure sexy, lovely girl…

and couldn’t help myself, had to add some more pictures from her Tumblr world:

Guestblog: A Dissolute Life Means…

A very personal blog about Hyacinth and her life after the divorce and her nowadays sexlife in all it’s details, a truly revealing blog and quite often very sexy and hot. Who doesn’t love to read about peoples real life sex life, well I do at least… Brings out the little peeping tom in me It’s a great blog and such a lovely, friendly (well at least online )  girl, you will enjoy this blog.

I present A Dissolute Life Means…

In their own words:

I am Hyacinth Jones. Multi-layered, multi-moraled, multi-educated; a mother; a feminist who wants to be dominated, a hard-ass who wants to be coddled; a lover of man-on-man lovin’; a lover of lovin’.

In September of ’10, I separated from my ex-husband and began fucking my way through grief and sorrow finding solace in a cock between my thighs. No joke.

I never thought much about it beyond the fact that I had a need and I wanted to fill it. While fucking liberally and with zest my heart continued to ice over. I ate men for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. —> to be continued on her About me page

So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

1st post:

I ACCIDENTALLY POOPED ON A DUDE. That’s right. You read that correctly. I. pooped. on. a. dude. A tragic sentence that played on a constant loop in my head for about 48 hours after the fact. Here’s the thing. It was an accident – a total fucking accident. I didn’t mean to shit on a dude. A warm, muscle-y, big-cocked fellow whose bodily treats really brought the shat upon himself. I swear. The poop, it came out of my butt, and went on another living human being quite completely by accident. OHMYFUCKINGGOD. I can’t believe this happened to me! But if he hadn’t bucked so hard inside of me; if he hadn’t had such a deliciously big cock that knocked my g-spot right off the map; if I hadn’t stayed on top so long; and if I hadn’t moved to the goddamned chair this never would have happened. So here’s the deal — the God’s honest truth — SHIT REALLY DOES HAPPEN. And here’s how it all went down: Read more…

I WANT AN ENTIRE DAY DEDICATED TO SEX AND PLAY, BUT NO ONE ELSE DOES. In a way, I’ve struck out twice. When I was with Jason last Saturday I told him how one of my fantasies was to spend an entire day with a lover, with him, wherein we would fuck and play all day long. He looked at me as he buckled his pants and said, “I don’t know what you think I can do, but I’m only human.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I think I may have stammered, but I bet it came out much more smoothly than that. “Well, I just mean we fuck, rest, play, cuddle, eat, take lots of breaks, but the point of the whole day is to be naked and hedonistic.” I couldn’t believe I was quantifying it. He sort of shrugged. Then, I said the same exact thing to The Neighbor and his reaction was similar. WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE. Read more…

I DATE MEN THAT I COULD HAVE BABYSITTED. Tonight I went on a date with a 25-year-old. Twenty.five.  ELEVEN years my junior.  I feel like a cradle-robber, an old fart, and a bad ass all at once. I have NO idea what’s up with this slew of young men who want to bang me, talk to me and otherwise partake in my company, but I’m down.  There’s something innocent and charming about these boys who think they can hang with me.  I like their efforts. And I don’t mean that in a condescending way, but come on.  A single, childless man in his mid- to late-twenties who’s never had a serious commitment, career, or care in the world is not and cannot be my peer.  I have lived several lives in the years that create our age separation.  Maybe even a thousand lives.  He can be sweet, sensitive, intelligent, fun, sexy, and passionate, but he cannot relate to life as a 36 year-old single mother with a graduate degree and a career. Read more…

I GO ON DATES WITH A QUIVER IN MY BELLY. He’s tall, smart, charming and sexy. I’m following him home then we’re going to my friend’s birthday party. There will be spelunking later. Also, TN came over earlier. It was beautiful. I am happy and in control and my breasts look delish. Perfect. I plan on a good, hard fuck tonight wish me luck. [Update: No sex. Not up to snuff. Proud of myself.]

HYACINTH FEELS SEXY. In about an hour I’ll be in a crowded lobby with my tits covertly pressed against The Neighbor’s arm whenever I can manage it.  He’ll look at me knowingly and lean into the softness. Then, once in the darkened theater, he’ll spread his knees and I’ll have hot meat in my hand and a beer in the other. I can’t fucking wait.

Guestblog: I want Icewater

His site I want Ice water is filled with all things weird and wonderful insights both into his own life and the world in general. But he has such a fantastic humour which lifts his blog to newer and higher realms. I’m never disappointed travelling to his world.

I present I want ice water!

In their own words:

My friends call me Mak. I’m a disabled Electronics Engineering Technician, Technical Writer, and Air Force veteran. In case my photo doesn’t make it clear, I come from a mixed heritage that includes Black, White and Native American. And trust me, my heritage – not to mention my appearance, has most definitely had an impact on my life.

I absolutely DO NOT claim to be an expert at or on anything. While I have spent my entire life watching, listening and reading in an effort to understand myself, other people, and the world we live in, I hope I’ll never be warped enough to claim that I have all the answers. And I have faith that no one else will make such a mistake either. It’s like that old joke about the ex-spurt: “Sonny, back when I was just a spurt like you…” I pray that I never come across as such an old fool. Read more…

btw, realised after I published this one that of course it mentions his photo on the blog, not the one that I put in there of his avatar (he doesn’t look like that at all… )

Women Who Kick Ass! I don’t know if it’s some kind of unconscious seeking of a mythological super-mom, or just a strong desire to see women finally stand and fight back against all the abuse that’s been dumped on them through the ages, but I have this absolute fascination with depictions of strong women – especially when they’re kicking some serious ass! Read more…	Some Truly FINE Works Of Art In my ongoing quest to bring a little class to this joint… Err… May I present to you the following truly “fine” works of art… Ah… To pay a final tribute to the Halloween season… Oh to hell with it, I confess! I just love pictures of hot women! Read more…
Black On The Right Side I was made painfully aware of how dangerous racism can be when I was just a boy. I was also made aware of how silly, sick, and pointless it is by the efforts of people like these. Read more…	The Almost NSFW Saturday Read more…
His Space posts: Alpha! A great NASA slideshow set to Alpha by Vangelis! Rocket Man! | I Want Ice Water The Final Frontier | I Want Ice Water	You Want Crazy? I Got Your Crazy! As I said in my last post, my original plan for today was to purge the inner darkness feeding off the lunacy of our situation in the Middle East. So, are you wondering what I had in mind? Well, to be honest, I never did come up with words to sufficiently describe the emotional cacophony echoing in my mind, but here are the videos and graphics I gathered, along with a “musical” final thought. Read more…
The Thread To… OMG!!!!! I have a knack for following the smallest thread until I find my way to the chewy, gooey, “psycho-nougat” at the end of the lunatic trail! And such was the case this morning, when I “innocently” followed this link from my Inbox: Erotica from 1907 « diary of a cheating whore Which just happened to contain this link: 5 Ridiculous Sex Myths From History (You Probably Believe) | Cracked.com Which just happened to contain this link: Read more…	And What About Peter? This article is inspired by Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged and my belief that there’s a certain poetic justice to our current state of affairs. It’s my first attempt at poetry. Please be kind. And What About Peter? In a world where it’s commonplace to rob Peter to pay Paul. Does anybody ever wonder what Peter thinks of it all? Does he accept that it’s okay to bear the burden of our need? Or would he rather we not be the reason why he bleeds? Do you ever think of what it’d be like for you to stand in his place? To toil and slave for others with no hope for saving grace? Do you wonder how it feels to be the sacrificial lamb? Or do you just take all you can get and never give a damn? Read more…

Guestblog: Social Overdose

I need and long for beautiful pictures, without it my day is not complete. Whether it’s girls, maids, sexy smokers or just drop dead gorgeous artwork and nature pictures. If it’s good photo shoot, I will love it and Tookyjay has not let me down once (well actually, my random blog search found one post which really should be better off forgotten,  (you can guess from the ones below which one I mean).

I present Social Overdose!

In their own words:

My name is Jason and I am an everyday guy; I work full-time, commute an hour to work, have an amazing life and two great kids as well as a dog a cat and a puppy. In the mix of all this I love things…I am hooked on anything social, I love the FB, The tweets, The Pinterest and The WordPress! I have a fascination with things off beat, Things Dark, Things different, Things cutting edge and all things that make my heart race, evoke feeling and emotions. I love things new fast and hot! That is what this blog is about the things I find in my adventures between my already full and amazing life. I hope you will check back often and with no expectations because you never know what you may find… Welcome to Social Overdose!

So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from his blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

1st post:

Darn, his first post was actually the above one in his own words so did a random search.

Hot Dog Queen

 

 

Moon This is just a spectacular pic of the moon!! >> See more…	Morning Wake-up: Pink-licious
Ummmmm Dude… Sometimes doing the random blogpost just backfires, from all the amazing and gorgeous things this one pops up. Dang..	Geeking Out: Poison Ivy Such a gorgeous cosplay of the lovely Posion Ivy.

Guestblog: Cool Berman

If you want sexy girl wallpaper, japanese artwork, cool graphics and just awe inspiring videos you just have to enter the world of Cool Berman. He has an eerie way of finding some really amazing video short stories. Wish I knew how he does it but if you haven’t checked out his blog yet, don’t linger any longer here but bugger off towards the Realm that is Cool Berman.

I present Cool Berman!

So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from his blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

His 1st post:

Wallpaper 1920×1200

My note: What a way to start up the blog…

Flat Frog >> Read more…	Liopleurodon’s parade >> Read more…
Victoria Moore >> Read more…	Today’s delight… >> Read more…

Guestblog: Mew Tube

So finally a UK blogger in the midst of my inbox of happiness, Kyle at Mew Tube is one cool dude with one wild imagination and great way of writing. Erotica, humour, poetry and everyday nonsense in one splendid way. The man is also a Portsmouth football fan but I’ll let that go for now, we can’t all be perfect so without further ado:

I present Mew Tube!

In their own words:

• i am a writer and a designer and a developer and a layabout
  • i have been a cartoonist and a soldier and a web designer
  • i have been a teacher, an addict and a street fundraiser
  • i live in london but spend most of my time in wordpress
  • i like to do voluntary work and single mothers
  • i have had radio plays broadcast and a book on programming published
  • i like to type in lower case because it is easier to masturbate when you don’t have to use the ‘shift’ key
  • i have no idea what this blog is about

 

So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from his blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

His 1st post:

Entrance of the Gladiators

Entrance of the Gladiators was the first radio play I wrote. It was broadcast on Resonance FM on 15 Feb 08. It is a dark comic horror story of bungled suicide and was performed live by Sarah Pemeberton, Jasmina Rahman, Jason Hain and Peter Savizon.

>> Read more…

Nothin’ What’s up? Nothin’. No, go on? I’m alright. No you ain’t. Seriously. What’s up? I dunno. Nothin’? I fell in love. Yeah we did. Seriously. >> Read more…

This is what i love about the internet Just had to blog about this wonderful site a friend shared with me today. This sweet and simple little idea really cheered me up at a time when I really needed it. I think most people probably know it and, as usual, I am probably the last human on the planet to have discovered it. Sure, it is puerile and pointless and does nothing. Maybe it even makes light of some peoples’ real problems but I kept on clicking on it and I swear it made me feel better. However, another friend pointed out that the idea is messing with the observer paradox, which when you think about it, it kinda does. >> Read more…

I want to be a woman Just for a day, Or maybe a weekend, I want to be woman. I want to know What it feels like to have breasts. I want to lift up my t-shirt And flash them at a stranger Just to enjoy the look on his face. I wanna know what it feels like To have a clit, to play with it. What does it feels like For a woman to orgasm? Is it the same? Is It better? I want to know What it feels like to get fucked, To spread my legs And wrap them round you, Pulling you into me, Throbbing, Happy, Fulfilled, Feeling you empty your soul And your nuts Inside me. I wanna stand up to the bullies, Meet some guy that treats me like an object And kick him so hard in the nuts That he’ll never walk the same again. Just for a day, Or maybe a week, I want to be woman. >> Read more…

Bare your sexual soul day Gillian Colbert of Black Door Press has declared February 28th “Bare your sexual soul day”. So I thought I’d have a go. Before I start I want to recommend this post by lovesexandmarriage.com, which is part of that. Its red hot stuff. I thought about writing about one of those sexual fantasies that I’m kinda ashamed of, like having the woman I love make me watch her get fucked by another, better  endowed, man and then have her watch me get fucked by him, but then I thought “No. I can write up a dirty fantasy any day of the week. I can go deeper than that.” So, what better way to bare my sexual soul than to tell you all what a slut I am and then to tell you to all fuck off! I have had to do a lot of thinking recently – its been horrid – I’ve hurt people over the last few months – but I’ll come back to that. You meet a lot of people on the internet – I seem to meet a lot of women – I like to think that its because women like me and my words but it may be just that I like them. I don’t know. I looked through my Farcebook mates just now and over 70% of them are women. I thought about the people I know in meat-space, and wondered if it was the same. At first I thought ‘No. Most of my mates are men.’ I love my male friends, we seem to understand each other, the importance of video games and football, and we get to say stuff you can never say in front of women and it is fun and dear. Then I thought about who I talk to about the really important things in life and realised it was my girl friends. So, I still don’t know. I am a slut. >> Read more…

Guestblog: The Milf Diary

Ok this girl has just started her blog this month, may 2012 but she has taken my inbox with storm, so many stories coming from the truly filthy mind of  Milfee (and I love it!). Sexy, erotic, and outrageous sex stories and fantasies that will make you gasp and in need of plenty of cold showers.  Plus she is a bloody stunner as well and not afraid to show it…

I present The Milf Diary

In her own words:

I am a full time caregiver to adults with disabilities and a full time MILF. This is my story as a mother to a 2 year old boy, a lover, a sex addict and a MILF. So come share your adventures with me, and I will share mine as well. Enjoy!

 

So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

Her 1st post:

For Starters….

This is the first post I have written on here so I do not know exactly where to begin. A little bit about myself, I am not your everyday blond bombshell. I am much more than that. I am proud to say that yes, I am a MILF. I struggle with it everyday whether it be random men picking up on me at the gas station or guy friends wanting to be something more. Men have an issue with the fact that I am taken, I am sexy, and I am confident. I have a bit of an obsession with getting ink work done on my body, it tells my story without even having to talk to anyone and the fewer words I have to say to people, usually the better. I have a horrid way with getting my words out, usually that leads to trouble in a good way or sometimes in a bad way. I usually keep quiet around men, they think I am being mysterious, in reality it is because they probably would want to duck tape my mouth shut, bend me over the table and have their way with me. I do have an awful laugh so I assume that also portrays into the ducktape fantasy or gag ball fantasy. Either way, I cannot complain I suppose.

>> Read more…

I want to be… I want to be held. I want to be teased. I want to be tormented. I want to be kissed. I want to be fondled. I want to be groped. I want to be pinned. I want to be licked. I want to be nibbled. I want to be choking on cock. I want to be pleasing you. I want to be fucked. Over and over. >> Read it here…

Hotel Room service Anyone? I miss going on trips to hotels with my man. Going out of town just to get a hotel for a few nights, have a few too many shots of Whipped Smirnoff Vodka to the point I lose all inhibitions and let him have his way with me, any place in that room, any place on me. Playing with plugs in my ass as my pussy is being penetrated. Being tied up by my his shirt and using my g-string as a gag. I miss those kinds of days. >> Read more…

I miss you… …You come up behind me, lay on top of me and trace your fingers on my neck, drawing them up to my ear, tickling me lightly. I love the attention you are giving me. You drag your fingers down my spine and stop at my tail bone. You laugh a little bit more. I can tell you love teasing me. I do not blame you either because I am enjoying this quite a bit myself. You trace my neck to spine with the tip of your tongue, kissing me every so often as you work your way back down. I can tell you have missed me quite a lot and you are making up for lost time. I feel you strip me down, removing my bra and thong. As you press up against me, I can tell you are undressed as well. I feel your hard, throbbing cock behind me, pressing against my tight ass. I ask you what I feel against it, and you deny it being there so I let you off the hook even though I know better. >> Read more…

Audrey Hepburn “There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.” - Audrey Hepburn >> See more…

Guestblog: Gillian Colbert

There is so many superb blogs around on WordPress and the net so in hope that people want to find new ones, I thought I might do a post now and then about my favourites out there…

The first one up is Gillian Colbert and her blog Black Door Press

One amazing blogger who has a superb mix of erotic novels, poetry and sexy pictures. But she is also not afraid to talk about herself. So if you feel like you want to enjoy some clever writing I can promise you a brilliant time on her blog.

In her own words:

Gillian Colbert

Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mate. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.
In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” - Gustave Flaubert

 

So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

Her 1st post:

The Art of Writing Smut

“… For me, when I’m writing the sex scenes, I know I’ve got it right when I also respond to what I’m writing. If the scene I just wrote left me flat, I delete it and start again. Sex is not purely physical. A huge part of it is mental and emotional. I don’t care how physically stimulating sex is, if I can’t get my mind off the chores or the grocery list, nothing is going to happen.

As an author, I believe it is my job to capture the reader’s imagination. To make them a voyeur into the lives of the characters I’m writing about. I can only do that if I engage their senses along with their imagination. By its very nature, that means that my own are engaged as well. Some of my favorite scenes left me breathless and edgy.

I guess, in all, what I’m trying to say is if you aren’t emotionally and sensually engaged in the telling of the story, how can your audience be engaged in the reading? All writing should be self-seductive into what ever state of mind is called for.”

>> Read more…

My Bitch Card Has Been Revoked For the vast majority of my life, I’ve been able to turn on my “Bitch” at a moment’s notice. She was always in my back pocket ready to shield me from the assholes and dickheads of the world waiting to step on my Magic Shell® coated heart. I relied on her to stand between me and the hurt feelings I was so determined to avoid. I looked for her tonight. I couldn’t find her. >> Read more…

Gillian’s Sexual Bucket List …  My one and only item on my bucket list is to find a man whom I trust and respect enough to offer him my mind, body and heart with no reservation. Who cares enough for me that he will take my gift and reshape it in such a fashion that I am only improved for it. Whose domination of me is the symbiosis of my submission and therefore we are nothing but synergistic together. My sexual submission to this man will determine every experience thereafter. I will be his to shape, his to master, his to play. The song I sing with my pleasured sighs and pained orgasmic cries will be his to conduct. I will be the instrument of his pleasure and he will tune me as he sees fit. The resulting melody we make is all the satisfaction I’ll need. >> Read more…

The Fallacy of a Woman’s Sexual Prime At thirty-eight years old, I am supposedly entering my sexual prime. Now, I admit that I’ve become possessed by the hormones of an adolescent teenager and have sex on the brain a ridiculous amount of the time. However, I also notice a proportional rise in my desire to have another baby before I run out of time and then it hit me. The “sexual prime” for a woman is really just sneaky biology trying to get that last ditch effort in to use your eggs before they expire for good. What better way to get you to fulfill your biological imperative to contribute to the survival of the human race through procreation than by creating in you a simultaneous urge to fuck your everlovin brains out. More bang for the buck so to speak. Or should it be more bang in the fuck??? I know that kind of sucked, but I’m in a “seriously bad pun” mood. *heehee* >> Read more…

Mind Trip Visions My gaze falls on the page I want desperately to write something sage, poignant or profound Words bounce ’round my brain. Struggling in vain for release There’ll be no peace in me until all can see this poem picture of mind trip visions That lays siege to this mental stricture imposed by my insecurity By my desperation to achieve poetic purity That perfect translation of image, scent and touch I don’t think I’m asking too much A blank canvas layered in ink, syllables and words A symbiosis of thought and expression My nerves stretch tight I sink towards depression I’ve tried with all my might but now must concede else watch my picture recede from my perception I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with perfect imperfection. >> Read it here…

Guestblog: Porn is my Nirvana

I do love this blogger, he has some amazing stuff of sexy girls and he does love his sexy smoking girl as well.

So with further ado, I give you Porn is my Nirvana and his intro about himself and the blog as well as some sexy gals well chosen for this post from his personal stash:

What can I saw without revealing too much… I work in media, live in Canada, and LOVE porn. I also happen to be with someone who doesn’t think porn is so great, so I started my blog, Porn Is My Nirvana, as an outlet for my secret obsession.

What began as a sort of personal bulletin board has morphed into something far more special… through Twitter I’ve met lots of like-minded people, and am now less self-conscious about what turns me on. I have a few rules, and I think they’re fairly obvious: 18 or older – no exceptions; it can be rough, but must be consensual, and no poo (though I adore all things anal).

My blog, it turns out, is very female-friendly, and I love to know what my followers love. The focus has expanded to include sex toy reviews, interviews, and even giveaways.

I’m having a blast doing this, and hope you dig what I do.

>>>> Visit his blog here…

from Porn is my Nirvana, thanks my friend for this post.