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Falling into Change – Fate

22 Thursday Sep 2016

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It is the first day of fall. Things began to change. Green becomes yellow, orange, gold. Days become shorter. Evenings become cloaked in darkness. The warm begins to chill, unless you’re below the equator-then don’t read this part skip over it, doesn’t apply to you.  And you, the ONE who thinks this is going to be about him. No…no Bugsy, this ain’t about you, so carry your sorrow ass on back to being a putain d’homme.  You will know when it’s your turn…big bold letters I promise <giggling>. 

I’ve mentioned my private parties, the shenanigans, the fun.  I’ve mostly attended these soiree with a friend as a plus one or gone alone. Which by the way drives men wild for some reason. An unattached woman entering a partie de sexe gets them drooling.  Well, I met this guy. Funny thing about how we met. I was stood up by a cad (I know Bugsy, it’s not about you, I’m merely making a point-chill!) decided to go out and have dinner, since I had nothing else to do. I’m sitting at the bar, sipping on a beer that the bartender had put in the ice maker just for me.  This gentleman walks in, he looks forlorn, asks the bartender whatcha got in a bottle, he looks at me and says; “I’ll have what she’s having.”  I tell the bartender to give the other bottle he’d slipped in the ice and put another in for me. This guy looks like he needs it.

We talk about the impending days of predicted rain, wonder if we’re really in for a monsoon, it’s already pouring rain (I love valet parking when the weather is nasty).  And he opens his heart to me. He’s been away, come home to an empty house, the girlfriend has up and left. All she left him was the bed, a set of sheets, his clothes, a coffee maker and a cup.  She left him a voice mail, timed to when she thought his plane would land and him headed home-his house by the way.

Here we sit. The noise level has risen as more patrons enter for that after work respite. He turns to me and asks; “Would you like to get a booth? I’d love to buy you dinner and a bottle of wine, maybe?”                         Why not?! I’ve been stood up at the eleventh hour by a cowardly putain d’homie, who lacked manners and maturity. (Bugsy are you still reading? I’m flattered!)  We are seated by the hostess at the bartenders request, a great booth, somewhat secluded, very little crowd noise.  I order lite, I don’t have much of an appetite, we end up sharing a couple of heavy appetizers, me another  beer and he a top shelf scotch.  To my surprise he doesn’t continue to lament about the missing girlfriend, the contents of his home, he’s truly grateful that his beloved dog was being boarded and not left alone.  Awww!  What a nice guy!

The rain continues, we talk about everything from politics to religion and to my view of Americans who are so hung up on monogamy.  When he tells that he and the missing girlfriend attended a few parties of the swing-swap type and ventured to a club in Atlanta.  At that moment, I think I stopped breathing for at least 20 seconds ,my heart beat increased to a rapid pace, my eyes must have glazed over or something and my cheeks a sweet shade of red. “What?”  He asked. And begins to apologize because he thinks he’s offended me!  (okay y’all stop your laughing-you know me, he doesn’t or he didn’t).  Once I regained my breathe, my rate returned to normal, I took a long sip from my bottle, sat it down, looked up at him, focused my eyes on those greenish gray, long lashed dreamy eyes of his and said; “My membership is still valid, doesn’t expire until January 2017.”                                                                                                                                 I could actually see his pupils move to refocus. He reach out his hand out across the table indicating that I give him mine. I did. He held my hand very tender like, almost endearing, it was kinda strange at first. Then he said, without so much a blink or taking a breathe; “I knew you were special when I entered the bar. You’ve been there? You’ve been there more than once?”  Yes, yes and I added another yes just in case I’d missed a question, because by now, I’m beginning to realize that even though a few hours ago I was mistreated by someone I thought was a gentleman, an earnest person who wouldn’t waste a lady’s time with a bunch of bullshit, who had lied about his age (yes Bugsy you did-you so much as admitted you’d lied about being younger, but I suspect you’re much older than you said-much older-your barge of photos-the periobital puffiness were signs you’re trying to be something you’re not), wasted my time for weeks, it was all for this, this moment of he and I sitting in this booth discovering that we liked the club in Atlanta. That we had a lot in common. And that he, had an invite to a party this weekend to celebrate the change of the season, that he was going to send his regrets even before he’d return home to find the girlfriend gone, his furniture, cooking utensils and all gone.

It took us moment or two gather our senses. We sat in silent for a long time. The waiter came over broke the silence, asked if we’d like another drink. He quickly responded;  “Yes, we’d like a glass of house champagne. We have to toast our meeting, this was fate at it’s finest. We were meant to meet.”                                                                                           I told him all about Bugsy, how we’d met, all the bullshit and the way he’d sloughed it off earlier, this was one of the places I’d suggested that we meet and when I’d thrown in his room, just to see…how he’d jumped right on the number 3 choice.  He listened and I listened.  We  toasted with our champagne flutes, he took out his phone, entered a text and said;                                                                                                                              “We have just excepted the invite this weekend, it won’t interfere with your charity event, we can leave after you’re finished, I’ll drive, but if you’re not comfortable without your car, you can follow me and I’ll book 2 rooms for our stay.  I want us to be FWB for a long time, I’ve waited for you forever and I’m very happy this evening has finally arrived.”

We walked through to the bar and thanked him(bartender) . We waited in the  alcove for the valet to bring our cars. His came first and he refused to leave me standing there. He waited for my car to arrive, walked into the rain held the door and said; “May I text you later, to say good night?”  I agreed by nodding, because I’m not sure if I’m dreaming. The last thing I want to do right now is wake up.  But i wasn’t. We’re getting to know each other and it’s great! The weekend is going to be a good one.  Fate. 

Thanks Bugsy!

Thank you all for reading and your wonderful emails!

XoX                                                                                                                                                                         Addieg             adding.blog@gmail.com

LUST NO MORE!

20 Wednesday Jul 2016

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What happens to a man when he looses all lust?  Historically men are the most sexual of the two. Gay men are known for their lust and ability to “allow” extra-martial affairs, open relationships, one nite out with a fling.  Women, on the other hand, aren’t as pragmatic…most women. There are some who allow, and I use that word loosely, their husbands to engage in sexual intercourse with another woman, while she’s in the room and watching. Very rarely does the woman want to experience the “open” wife swap lifestyle. It’s generally the man who cautiously approaches the subject of this happy, go lucky life.  He’s the one who finds the places, sets it up and coasts her ever so gentle into watching another  woman give him a blow job, or him in foreplay.  This is the behavior we, society, has become accustomed to. We readily accept this. It is not, however, what society wants from a woman!

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Most women are afraid to tell their husbands they’d like to enjoy the swapping lifestyle. They are fearful of being judged, being rejected and scorned by their husbands. Let’s face it, if more women felt free to exhibit their inner sexuality, the rate of divorce would drop and prostitutes would be in less demand. Being sexual, being a woman is a dirty word. Men want their wives to give them blow jobs, have annal sex and in general make them feel manly. Sex makes men feel accomplished, feel like manly men.  They have high sex drives and enjoy feeling their cocks getting hard. A horny man will masturbate, before he goes out for the evening, simply to take the edge off. A woman or wife on the other hand, wouldn’t think of masturbating before she left the house in order to enjoy the upcoming nite’s events a little more and definitely a little longer.  Masturbation in general, for women is infrequent. It’s sex with emotional attachment or nothing at all.

masturbating womanWhereas, if women masturbated more, they are less likely to want emotional attached sex. Women who masturbate freely, at will, with creativity are more prone to have sex, for the sake of having sexual intercourse, as a natural part of being a woman. There are some they masturbate freely with and for their husbands. For the most part, married women who masturbate do so when they are alone and he has no idea that his wife enjoys pleasing herself, regularly.  These women are not what society would call good wives, she’s not saving it for him. Which brings me to the man who has lost his lust.

There are husbands who have not had sex with their wives in years! These men may have physical ailments that don’t allow them to enjoy what men like to do. handicapp sexOften wives of these men are their caregivers and life has just bogged them down with doctor’s visits, medications and the inability to connect on a sexual level. Age, for men, can also be a contributing factor. He’s lost his zest! She’s never had that much interest in being sexual, performed it as a duty and now that he’s comfortable  to snore the night away in his leather loungers, she happy to have the bed to herself for most of the night. But. What happens to the woman who was afraid to tell him she wanted them to add zing to their sex life, adding a nite of swinging, or a visit to a sex club?  She had the missionary sex for 20 years, or more, he’s lost his manly man and has put sex on the back burner. Which as it turns out was a couple of years ago when he had missionary sex with his wife.  She’s still wanting sex! She’s got a secret stash in her panty drawer of dildos that vibrate and maybe even a butt plug, nibble clamps, essential oils…How does she tell her lackluster husband she’s horny for some wild sex? She fantasizes about being fuck by a man while she sucks her husband’s cock?  The kids are gone, empty nesters and all he does is watch Netflix!  She’s surfed the sites and she knows there’s a vast world of sexual fun and no way to get to it, unless she goes it alone.

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Gentlemen, are you taking care of business?  If you’ve lost your lust for sex are you depriving your wife of a life she deserves? There are just as many women on the Ashley Madison site as there are men. And if you’re not able to get is up, cunnilingus is the way to go! Get creative! Put the Netflix on pause, make your own movie, with that horny wife in the next room.

Lust is not lost, it’s there, you have to want it!

Addison

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Star, Bangle Fourth of July

07 Thursday Jul 2016

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I attended a Fourth of July pool party, with an old friend, who didn’t want to go stag and didn’t want to be tied an actual date all night. The house was gated, valet parking and by invitation only. So, I went as a plus one. I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew, since my friend and I run in different circles. He’s mostly local. I like to travel for my fun, so this was going to be something new and certainly out of my box, so to speak.

My first clue as we entered the custom stoned, circular driveway, were the greeters at the massive double teak front door entrance. Two women dressed in very tiny bikinis, just enough material to cover their areole and even smaller strips covering their hairless pubic area. Brazilian wax job came to mind. My nipples began to harden like a horny man’s penis would watching a those tight hairless pussies masturbating. The two guys who were standing on each side of the bare ass ladies offered my friend and I a choice of champagne, apple martinis or something stronger. We both selected sizzling tall glasses of champagne and entered the house.

Inside were more scantily clad ladies and the guys inside were shirtless, with very tight slacks that left nothing to the imagination. One of the shirtless guys guided us through the living areas of the house to the backyard and the massive pool and the to die for view of the river with the bridge in the far background that allowed boat passage to the bay. The music was electric but not overly loud, allowing low-toned conversations and waffles of laughter. It was, as I said, an unknown crowd, to me. But from what I saw at first glance, had great promise of being a fun night.  Brad and I found a tall table in the corner of the yard, closet to the dock. I hung my purse and my wrap from a hook under the table, reveling my halter bikini top and the low dip of my sarong showing my naval and the tiny tattoo at my bikini line.

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A couple of hours into the evening the music transitioned into a French themed that gave you a swaying motion. The conversations slowly became more moans and groans.  A few were in the pool, a man and a women kissing, here top at her neckline, another couple sitting on the steps to the water, her top in his hand, her hand in her bottom masturbating. At the other end were two gentlemen sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water and a tall bronzed woman taking turns sucking on their cocks that were bobbling for attention when she was sucking on the other. Brad had found an older woman who was fascinated with hefty endowment. I walked over and gave him a wet full tongue kiss as he pinched my already hard nipples. His invite to join him and his new friend was tempting, but I had my eye a gentleman who was watching the couple on the chase lounge, engaged in 6-9 foreplay. His cock was staining against his swim trunks, I walked up behind him, slid his very hard cock through the leg opening and began to masturbate it.  His knees became a little weak, I was stroking him to the rhythm of the music, pressing my breast and lower body against his and butt. With my free hand I began to fondle his nipple that got harder than mine. The couple on the chase lounge had changed positions-he was standing over her with his cock moving in and out of her mouth, they were completely naked. The gentleman I was stroking inched forward, kneeled down,with my hand still stroking him, he put his index and middle finger into her pussy and stroked her with the same rhythm as I stroked him. I was leaning over him, butt fully exposed. I felt my sarong drop to the ground, my bikini pulled to one side and small fingers enter my wet pussy. I rode her fingers to rhythm while I stroked the hard cock in my hand, larger hands began to tug and pinch my nipples, I quietly climaxed knowing I would cum again. When my pussy juice began to flow, I heard the woman who was finger fucking me moan with pleasure-let that cock go, I want to suck on your sweet pussy. I let the cock go, turned around to find the tall bronze woman licking her lips and smiling, the two guys she had been blowing, one was fingering her and the other was playing with my nipples. We moved to another chase, l lay on my back, she kneeled with her butt in the air and began to insert her very long and talented tongue into my wet pussy. One guy spanked her ass, kissed her ass and stuck his tongue into her pussy, she moaned with each motion. The other leaned over sucked my nipples giving me French kisses in my naval. I grabbed his throbbing cock and began to masturbate him and quickly pulled him into my mouth with him straddling the chase and fucking my mouth like a pussy.

Sucking cock makes me want to cum. I licked his head and inserted his cock deep into my throat, he moaned with delight. Just as he was about to cum I started stroking him with my hand. The other guy was still spanking the woman who was fucking my pussy with her tongue. When the cock I was stroking began to stream his precum juice the woman  moved up, took him in her mouth sucking him  to orgasm while she and I straddled each other with our pussy’s on each others thigh grinding our pussy’s to climax while the other guy and two more gentlemen watching stroked themselves to organism.

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After a shirtless waiter gave me a warm cloth and dry towel. I found my date, who about to fuck the older woman, but I wanted his cock. I grabbed another champagne walked over to them, stuck my fingers in her pussy, between her very large labia. I sucked on her nipples and lightly bite them, making them hard, she moaned. I whispered in her ear, I want to lick your pussy lips, lick your clitoris while my friend fuck me. She moaned breathlessly, yes. I had her sit over my face, facing Brad, who inserted his cock into my wet pussy. He kissed her and sucked her nipples while I flicked my tongue over her clit, licking her clean-shaven pussy lips. I inserted three fingers into her hot wet pussy while I sucked her clit, Brad fucked me. She climaxed got off my face, I turned over so Brad could fuck me doggy style.

The partner swapping went on for a couple hours…it was a great Fourth of July pool party. Not bad for a local gathering.

Addison

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Seeing your EX…holiday party etiquette

04 Thursday Dec 2014

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It’s almost Christmas. Make a joyful noise. Celebrate the season!

How do you handle seeing your ex during the holiday season?  Having been together for sometime, you know the same people, same social circles and you’re bound to run into them at some point.

What’s the proper etiquette?

There are two thoughts on this. One, are they alone, unaccompanied, without date? Two, are they with a date? What does the date look like? Stylish and attractive? Not so stylish, not so attractive?

Alone: At this juncture it doesn’t matter if you have a date, if your ex is alone, they’re open game. Was the break-up amicable, or a knock down drag out…? Either way, take the high road, it’s classier and you’ll be able to look yourself in the mirror come morning. And if you’re with a date, it will make you a super star in the new person’s eyes. NO DRAMA. But do rub it in, as discreet as possible. Make them wish they’d found a dog, dressed it and dragged it with them. Charm them with pleasant conversation about the event or place. Make it short, make it drippy with kindness, tell them how great they look and with them a Happy Holiday as you make a quick exit from the area. Then for the remainder of the evening, avoid them like the plague.  And whatever you do, DO NOT INTRODUCE THE NEW DATE TO THE EX. As they say in court: “the defendant opened the door, your honor, and I have every right to pursue the subject.”  No need for them to know each other…don’t need to know the name or nothing. Nada.

Which brings us to, Accompanied:  If the ex has a date and they look like they’ve been rode hard and put up wet, the above etiquette applies. One small adjustment; make the approach while the new date is elsewhere and get in and get out quick. You don’t need to be introduced. Day-after party gossip will fill you in on gory details of who they are.   IF, the ex’s date is drop dead gorgeous and dressed to the nines, keep your ass on your side of the room, do not, I repeat, do not approach…”Danger Will Robinson!!!”  If you have a date, stay away, unless the four of you plan to have a orgee afterwards. The party gossip will eat you alive with all kinds of scenarios about how you gravelled over your ex who came with a hot date. Doesn’t matter what your date looks like. But what you can do, be as attentive to your date without pouring yourself all over them. Keep it classy, keep it whimsical and be charming to everyone. Personality goes along way to diluting after-party gossip.

Following these simple guidelines will result in having a wonderful time and the host/hostess will feel good about having vacillated over which one of you not to invite, relenting and inviting both, crossing their fingers, saying a quick prayer hoping for no drama.

Here’s a few things you can do, just in case, you’ve been wronged and want to blow off some steam.

Happy hours are great during the holiday season. There’s always a good crowd, in a festive mood, drinking a little more than usual, looking for fun and laughs. However, it’s important to make sure you’ve got a willing participant; 

Backseat sex is always good for a quickie.  Bathroom stall makes for a hot orgasm, especially if it’s a busy bathroom (usually your nicer places have attendants-slip em a few dollars not make a fuss). Ladies in a crowed bar, standing around, a bump in the right place, in just the right tempo will drive that unsuspecting guy into a tizzy. But make sure to get in and move out quickly or the tables could turn on you. Gents in a crowed bar, standing around, find that wall flower and make her feel pretty, you may find she’s got a lot to offer with no strings attached, it’s the holiday season and she may be up for some fun. But during all these shenanigans remember; no means no, don’t be a jerk, don’t be a sour bitch, download that Uber or Lyft APP  the day before and make sure you use it when you’ve had too many glasses of spirits.

Tis The Season to Be Jolly!!!

02 Monday Dec 2013

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Tis the season to be jolly…

If we’re honest with ourselves, which we rarely are, we’d see that between the middle, or in this case the last week in November, and the very first day of the new year, we openly…freely…over extend ourselves. We eat, drink and commit a lot of merriment. There are office parties, friends having parties, we throw a party. All to eat…most importantly drink to excess…most of us anyway.  There are a lot of morning afters, for one reason or the other. The walk of shame is common during these celebrated weeks. I’ve found that going out to an office party can lead to big trouble with a capitol “F”. Getting carried away with the evening’s festivities, there’s always someone there who’ll strike the libido and there’s no stopping the libido when there’s a free flowing of alcohol.

 

Two things to make the evening a fun night and a better morning;

I pack a pair of jeans, a shirt, a pair of flats, make-up remover, a tooth brush and I eat something before I head out, nothing too, heavy but nutritious. 

 

I stay away from the obnoxious drinkers, as the evening progresses they’ll become the touchy feely ones and the word no, stop, please don’t, will en sense them to create a scene. This isn’t limited to gender specific.  Women can be just as obnoxious as men, probably more so. It may be wise to make sure the hot guy in the corner is not only wearing a wedding band, but is in fact a hot guy in the corner because he did come alone.  But be on the look out for the girl whose had her eye on him since last year’s holiday gala…she’s dressed for him tonight, she’s poked and prodded all year to find out his favorite color, what scents he prone to and the ones he’s not.  She’s gonna be super pissed if you show up and the hot guy in the corner has the hott’s for you. Can you say; CAT FIGHT!!!!!  This can also apply to guys…change the gender and you’ve got a parking lot brawl. And guys I have to say; it’s sooooo sexy when y’all get to tussling and knocking heads like wild mountain rams. It’s so civilized; you remove your jackets and watches and go for it. 

 

Yes. Tis the season to be jolly! 

 

If you must make out in the ladies room…please check your hair and makeup for it’s proper form…mascara-raccoon eyes and puffy bed hair is a dead give away that you’ve just given it away in the potty. Guys, please check your face for lipstick! Ladies tend to wear a heavier than usual smear to combat the loss of color while snacking and drinking. Nothing says; I just got a piece of pune-tang in the potty, like you wear the latest lip co lour.  And ladies, unless you plan to share…do it in the ladies room, men don’t understand that you’re only in there to give it up to the guy that’s banging you back up against the bathroom stall’s door.  There may…just maybe be a line forming on the other side while you’re moaning and groaning.  This is a sure fired combination, moaning, groaning, rhythmic pounding and alcohol for a man’s penis to come to life…guys have a difficult enough time taking a leak when their cock is hard as a rock…relief becomes the priority and the word no is mute to the cock’s ears.  Yes, I said cock’s ears…the little head is in full control at this space in time and the big head that houses the ears is not with us…it’s there, you can see the ears and the head, but they are not in control.

 

In case anyone’s interested, my favorite place is a parking lot!  The colder the better! I never said I wasn’t freaky. If you thought that…that’s your fault. A dark spot between two cars…a quickie of some sort…depends on my mood, actually. There are times…plenty of times that I get off on giving and after all it is the holidays…a festive holiday party…fellatio is often my gift of choice. Yoga allows me to stoop…bend to the perfect position for optimum rhythm and deep thrusting. And make sure there are no camera’s in eye shot.

 

Panty hose are a big no, no. Too restrictive, cumbersome for removal and putting back on…there are other remedies if you must wear hose. Ladies, just so you’ll know, there ain’t nothing sexy about panty hose…I believe some prude invented them to keep her locked down and hard to reach. A man can’t cop a feel with those damn things guarding your vajay-jay…Tis the season…Enjoy one and all!

Please enjoy responsibiltly

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  • Erotica By Cordelia
  • Shades Of Erotic Poetry
  • Erotic Banana
  • Erotic Scribes
  • Erotic Fantasy Life
  • The Erotic Writer
  • Overcoming Sexual Betrayal
  • The Asexual Agenda
  • A Sexual Being
  • Sexual Destinies
  • Holland Rae, Writer
  • becauseimasexybitch
  • fashionandlifestyleweb
  • Tangled Love Web
  • queertheorysite
  • The Dating Diaries
  • No Nonsense with Nuwan Sen
  • vinnieh

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A Leap of Faith

A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub.

1st U.S. Colored Cavalry

Private Lives, Public Records

Erotica By Cordelia

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Shades Of Erotic Poetry

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Banana

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Scribes

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Fantasy Life

BDSM & Vanilla Sexual Delights

The Erotic Writer

Three writers for the price of one blog

Overcoming Sexual Betrayal

The Asexual Agenda

Furthering upper-level discussions of asexuality

A Sexual Being

Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…

Sexual Destinies

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Holland Rae, Writer

Romance novelist, traveler, journalist. Lover of female protagonists, spicy food, fast cars, and good books.

becauseimasexybitch

erotic short stories

A Leap of Faith

A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub.

1st U.S. Colored Cavalry

Private Lives, Public Records

Erotica By Cordelia

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Shades Of Erotic Poetry

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Banana

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Scribes

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Erotic Fantasy Life

BDSM & Vanilla Sexual Delights

The Erotic Writer

Three writers for the price of one blog

Overcoming Sexual Betrayal

The Asexual Agenda

Furthering upper-level discussions of asexuality

A Sexual Being

Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…

Sexual Destinies

Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

Holland Rae, Writer

Romance novelist, traveler, journalist. Lover of female protagonists, spicy food, fast cars, and good books.

becauseimasexybitch

erotic short stories

fashionandlifestyleweb

Tangled Love Web

queertheorysite

The Dating Diaries

Yup. This blog is exactly what you think it is. Vivere Marie and Nova Moriarty are here to share the process of trying to figure out this thing called dating and romance. Seriously, the hell is that?! Nova Moriarty is an author of high fantasy erotica, and this blog is the epicenter of her book news and thoughts on writing.

No Nonsense with Nuwan Sen

Art Cinema & Literature site NS

vinnieh

Movie reviews and anything else that comes to mind

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