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Free Book Until Midnight Tonight PST!

Posted: July 30, 2012 in erotica, Free Books, gay lesbian, lesbian
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“Twisted: Flashbacks” is available for free until midnight tonight, pacific standard time.  This is an e-book instant download at Amazon.com

If you do not own a Kindle, don’t fret! You can still read the book on your pc. Go here if you have a regular PC. If you are running a MAC based system, then you need to go here. 

I hope to give away as many of the books as I can. I’m sorry if you don’t have a pc or a mac or a Kindle. Please, don’t complain to me. There’s nothing I can do about what you do or don’t have. I do the best I can to see that you get free books this way. There’s simply no way that I could print and ship paperback to people for free…and I think that expecting or asking me to  is rude. Why do people think that it is okay to complain about the format when I am giving something for free?  It’s like complaining about free brownies and you can’t have one because you are allergic to chocolate. You simply don’t take one and graciously pass! You don’t complain to your host!

That said, I hope that the rest of you get your copy. I hope that you enjoy it. Here is a little bit of the book so that you’ll get an idea of what it is like. There are a few sexually graphic parts, but this book has a good story and it is the first in a series. The next book will be out in September. I hope that you really like the main character. Sam has so many facets to her personality that you won’t even scratch the surface of until the second book .

Exerpt:

Taps played in the background as the seven Marines lifted their guns to the air to fire the first round of the 21 gun salute. Ka-Pow! The rifles made her jump and she looked around to see the reaction of everyone else around. There were people crying, mothers holding children in their laps, and others holding hands. Men had their heads down and their shoulders visibly heaved as they were overcome with emotion. Crack! The second volley seemed even more thunderous than the preceding one and now she could hear crying in the background. People hugged each other in a show of support. She could hear the commands being given to the rifle squad as they once more took aim into the baby blue sky and let rip. Boom! The final, thunderous round of gunfire made its intrusion into the clear September day. Sam looked around once more and watched the people all around her. There were middle-aged women, children, young men… She didn’t know any of them. She didn’t want to.

Sam stood in the background like a shadow, trying not to be seen or noticed. She felt as though she was inside a bubble and the world was simply going on around her, as if she didn’t exist. “Wouldn’t life just be easier then,” she mused. She waited for the crowd to disperse. As soon as everyone had disappeared from the tent, she walked toward the casket which was draped in an American flag and covered with flowers. She stood for a moment, just staring at the finish of the casket. One tiny part of the corner of the casket was left bare, left uncovered in flag, flowers or adornment. In this corner, she realized that she could see her own reflection as she stood there. She looked completely out of place.

She realized that this tiny little piece of this box, that held what was once a life, was a direct representation of the tiny piece she’d had in that life. He was her father. He’d helped to create her. He had sex with her mother, created her and then walked out of both of their lives. He’d never been there. He was a stranger. She hated him, she loved him, she felt like she needed him… but he was gone. He had never taken the time to try to get to know her or to even look for her and now he never would. Yes, right now she hated him. Now, he’d abandoned her not just once, but twice. She laid the black rose she’d brought on top of the casket. She’d carefully picked it out. It was in sharp contrast to the red roses and the carnations with their banners that read “Rest In Peace”. Sam didn’t want him to rest in peace. No, she hoped he’d be tormented in some kind of hell to make up for what he’d done to her. She dropped the flower without touching the coffin and turned around to walk away; she had an appointment to get ready for.

She made her way back to her old Mustang and got in. As she fired up the engine and drove away, she began to do what she always did so well. The wall was already being built, one brick at a time. Mortar was her pain and the bricks were the events of her life as they unfolded. She built the walls meticulously and steadily, one day at a time, one brick at a time, with enough mortar to last a lifetime.

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Posted: July 28, 2012 in Uncategorized
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Hate and Prejudice Will NOT Win!

Posted: July 27, 2012 in equal rights, gay lesbian, lesbian
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A man trying to vote shortly after blacks had won the right. They were still intimidated and even today they are discriminated against, along with other minorities.

 

I look around and I am absolutely struck, daily, at the hate and prejudice that surround me.  All I have to do is log into my FaceBook account to get a full view of what is going on in the world today, as well as a trip through history, thanks to friends who post these wonderful articles and photos to keep us all thinking.

Today, I am immediately drawn to a link to an article about Charlie Rogers, an openly gay woman who lives in Nebraska. Just days ago, she was brutalized by men who broke into her home, beat her and carved slurs into her skin with a knife, poured gasoline on her and set her and tried to set her on fire. She just came forward and spoke about it for the first time.

Then I see that a politician in Florida has come clean about them actually having meetings to try to disenfranchise black voters in that state. As if I am not completely and 100% appalled at this point, then I am hit in the face with photos of “Mitt the Twit” on the pages of Britain’s tabloids and newspapers. He is busy embarrassing me and countless other Americans, as he is there to support his wife while her dressage horse that I’ve nicknamed “Tax Write-Off” competes. Actually, he’s been meeting with supporters and would-be supporters, trying to get some large donations to secure his presidency here. If Romney wins, I am positive that I’ll got abroad to work from other more progressive countries while I wait for him to be ousted here.

Like many Americans, my government does not speak for me. I would never attempt to keep entitled citizens from voting! I would never make fun of the people in another country. I believe that this is ONE WORLD and that we are all ONE PEOPLE.

When will there be no hate? Without hate and prejudice, there would be no wars. There would be no killing, murders, rapes, hangings, beatings or even bullying if there was no hate and no prejudice.  While these things make my heart heavy and sad, there are reasons to be happy in this world. There are positives and I look to them for hope.

In the wake of Chick-Fil-A openly admitting that they do indeed discriminate – something the gay community has known for years and didn’t point out so openly because the timing simply wasn’t right. Now the world is more on the side of equal rights and the tide is turning. Companies are coming out and openly supporting gay rights. 

Amazon is where I print all my books and I am SO proud that they have come forward in the wake of what Chick-Fil-A has done and shown that other companies who are much bigger and more powerful DO support us. It’s as if they gave the entire GLBTQ community a ‘group hug’ in my opinion.

Independent researchers and auditors have looked at the paper that was published this year, stating that gays and lesbians were not fit to be parents. These independent auditors have found that the paper was total bunk and unfounded. Here are their findings and I thank them for caring enough to clear things up for everyone, though I know that the closed minded individuals will still believe the bunk because that is what they choose to believe.

Namely, I’m thankful to the PEOPLE out there who have come forward and shown love and support for the victims of hate crimes, for their GLBTQ friends and family, for the minorities who are being disenfranchised DAILY in a country where we wanted to believe that those things couldn’t happen anymore. Thanks to all of YOU.

A citizen makes sure that you think twice about your purchase from the homophobic Chick-Fil-A!

 

Thanks, First Lady Michelle Obama! Your words hugged the GLBTQ community and told the world that we had a place in this country! The validation is appreciated.

 

‘Butch Sexology’ Banned At Book Tango For Being “Pornographic”

Posted: July 26, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian
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The cover of “Butch Sexology”

 

 

 

Recently, I received an email from Book Tango informing me that they were dropping my book because it was pornographic because I used obscene language. Ummmm…okay? Personally, I think they banned it because it was Butch/Femme erotica and this is something that the world doesn’t approve of. In all honesty, it is even looked down on in many lesbian circles. We butches take a lot of flack all the way around.

Here’s a copy of the letter I was sent.

 

Book Tango to me:

Thank you for resubmitting your project with us. This title went live on May 29, 2012 and was resubmitted on July 13, 2012. All materials submitted whether it is a new or existing project should be evaluated for acceptability and workability. Upon further evaluation, we found out that this book contains obscene language and explicit sexual content, something that we overlooked during the first submission. With this regard, we would like to inform you that we cannot continue the publication of this title as this was flagged as pornographic material. Booktango does cater to erotic genres but erotica is completely different from pornography.

Please understand as a privately owned, self-publishing company we set certain limits on content, and make every attempt to keep our limits fair and equal across the board for all of our authors.

Sincerely,

Judy Lewis
Customer Service Representative

1663 Liberty Drive
Bloomington, IN 47403
customersupport@booktango.com

 

My response to this? Thanks, Book Tango. My sales have soared because now everyone wants to know why it got banned. How BAD is it? Well, it isn’t nearly as bad as the sequel is going to be next month!

Practice Compassion

Posted: July 22, 2012 in equal rights, gay lesbian, lesbian, life lessons, self-help
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Tiny Jade taking an innocent nap.

As always, I am a deep and reflective human being. I OFTEN look back at my life and wonder what lessons I was supposed to learn in various situations. I truly hope that I have learned what I was supposed to, along my path. I know I am not perfect, but WHO AM I?

I am a writer, a poet, a lover, a friend who will drop everything to be there if you really need me, someone who stands up and fights against social injustice, I lose sleep over the suffering of others, I allow myself to feel things so deeply that I will openly weep when I just sense someone else’s pain.I am the rescuer of dogs and kittens in need. The photo above is the kitten I rescued just this week from a trap meant for wild animals. She’s just a few weeks old. I need a kitten like I need a hole in my head, but I am still warming formula for her and feeding her, holding her and taking care of her needs. It’s called compassion. At first I called her squeak, because meows sounded like squeaks coming from her tiny body. She is now opening her eyes wide and looking at me with trust. They are beautiful and green and I’ve always considered myself jaded. I’ve decided to call her Jade.

When I love, I love deeply and with everything that I have to give. I fall in love too fast and I am really working on that….but I think my view of love is different than most people’s. Having lost SO many people that I loved and cared for to early death, I just feel that if you feel something strong for someone then you should show it and tell them often….because tomorrow sometimes really never comes. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am not ashamed of that. I bristle when people tell me not to wear my heart on my sleeve. I’d rather fully immerse myself in all the feelings life has to offer than to not feel anything. I’d much rather feel pain than to be numb. I’ve been numb before and I fought hard to feel again.

I am respectful of everyone until you give me a reason not to. I was once someone’s daughter. I am a sister who is not appreciated and I am a human being that is wounded over this fact. I am basically an animal that understands fight or flight – and I have done both at different times in my life. I have a lot of physical scars, but the emotional ones hurt the most. Even in a crowded room I get lonely, I often talk too much, but sometimes I say nothing at all. I can be laughing on the outside and crying on the inside at the same time. I tend to always cheer for the under dogs. I think that children are treasures, though I have none of my own. Being who I am or pretending to be something I wasn’t was the biggest choice in my life I ever made. I did not choose to be gay.

I have come to realize that there is something about my personality that attracts people to me and I take this as a very serious responsibility. People talk to me and tell me that I make them feel at ease. People tell me all the time that they can trust me and feel safe with me. I truly try to be careful with people’s feelings and I don’t ever set out to hurt someone, but I’ve come to learn that sometimes you hurt people, even when you don’t mean to. I feel extreme responsibility for how my life affects the lives of others. I often can tell what someone is thinking or feeling and generally know what they aren’t telling me, as well. I’ve worked hard to learn how our lives are interconnected. I understand karma and the cycle of life. I don’t fear death anymore. I used to suffocate in that fear. I would lay in bed and be obsessed with death and be afraid. When both my parents died at the age of 58, I was quite sure that I’d die then too. It took YEARS to get beyond that fear.
I often “think” too much. My mind never shuts off. I write things that sometimes make no sense, just to get the jumbled pile of thoughts out of my brain. I often know myself better afterwards. I wish more people would write. I think the world would be a better place if people could get to the core of who they are, or at least make the effort. It worries me that so many people have no interest in real growth. Spiritual growth is the only thing that is going to save us all and by that, I don’t mean Christian spirituality…simply an understanding of self and our connection to the world around us.

I like to be called ‘sir’ and it makes me chuckle to myself when the cashier realizes their mistake and then tries to apologize. I’ve also observed that when men realize the mistake that they pretend it didn’t happen and never apologize. They also never look me in the eye again. Women ALWAYS notice when I SPEAK and then they always apologize. I find this to be an interesting social experiment. Why do men not apologize? Do they GET that I LIKE the sir thing? Are they just incapable of apologizing? Are they embarrassed and uncomfortable? I’m guessing the latter.

I prefer being referred to as “handsome” and if you call me ‘pretty’ I feel awkward and don’t know where to put that exactly. I have never felt like a girl, but I have zero interest in transitioning to male. I accept my feminine side and I even hug her once in awhile. ; )

I find it very frustrating that the women I like don’t ever like me as much as I like them, and the women that I am not interested in chase me. I confess that I really just want to curl-up in a fetal position and cry a lot of the time. I’d rather have someone to hold me right this minute than have sex with someone. Do not misunderstand…I am a very sexual being. I quite enjoy it! However, it can be easily had. I don’t have anyone I can call to just come over and hold me, but I have three women that I can call right now and have them come over for sex. I find this fact gravely sad. Real intimacy has nothing to do with sex and it took me many years to figure that out. Knowing this and understanding this leaves me feeling empty a lot of the time. Most people are afraid of REAL intimacy. My friends tell me that I am too picky. I don’t think I am….I want intimacy, I want love that is unconditional, I want passion, someone fiercely independent and intelligent. She’s out there….and she loves me…she just doesn’t know it yet. : )

I realize that I still have a LOT to learn and I hope that I will continue to do so until the day I drop dead. I have a natural curiousity about life, people and the world around me. Life is about evolving, changing, learning and growing. If you don’t do that, and allow yourself to dream, then you just aren’t experiencing life!

Today I challenge each and every person who reads this to do ONE thing that you normally wouldn’t do. Practice forgiveness and compassion in your life. Step outside your box, try something new. Rescue a dog, puppy, cat or kitten. Speak to an elderly person. Say something you wouldn’t normally say to someone or take the time to write how you honestly feel about something. Let someone know that you love them truly and deeply, for life is short. Don’t wait for the time to be “right” or for your story to be “perfect”. Tell it while you can. So many need to hear it, even if they don’t know that yet.

Like Drops Of Rain We Fill Our Buckets

Posted: July 19, 2012 in life lessons, self-help
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Raindrops combine to form rivers, lakes and spectacular waterfalls, only to evaporate, be taken up and again fall, as one separate drop.

 

Today I Sit and Watch The Rain….

 

as it gently falls from the sky. Sometimes it comes down harder and then at other times, it eases to a gentle flow. As I listen to the raindrops, I am compelled to think of them as human beings. They are all distinct and separate. As they make their way from the sky, they may bump into each other and they might even follow the same path for a short distance, yet they are separate from each other.

 

Also like people, when they fall to the ground, they become part of a larger whole. Individually, a raindrop can really do very little. Isn’t it amazing when you combine millions and millions of these drops that they can create flows of water which can move stones, wash away land and even in some cases move houses and cars? Imagine what humans could do if we worked together instead of against each other the way that we tend to do.

 

I’ve moved to the balcony now, contentedly watching the rain as it creates puddles. No matter how the earth attempts to trap the water, it always finds a way around, through or over. Isn’t it amazing what can be done with persistence? Do you catch my meaning here?

 

The rain drops do not fight with each other, there is no war. It seems strangely comforting to see these droplets working together in harmony. I wonder why people cannot learn to do the same thing. Do the rain drops realize that they are a part of something much bigger than themselves? Do human beings realize this?

 

Taking A Cue From Nature…

 

would possibly be the best advice that I could give anyone. The rain, the trees, the grass and even the sky itself all work together in a harmonious fashion so that they are all able to get what they need. When there are obstacles in the way, they simply work until they find a way around. Nature does not seem to accept defeat.

 

I think that if we were all to mimic nature and do our best to live not just in harmony with our environment, but also with each other, the world could be a kinder and more wonderful place for all of us.

 

Imagine the great feats that you could accomplish if you were to never accept your station in life. If you knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that you could absolutely not fail, what would you dare to try that you have yet to begin for fear of failure? What things in your life have you left unfinished or simply not begun because you have already let the possibility of failing defeat you without even trying?

 

Do the rain drops worry about where they will fall? I sincerely imagine that they do not!

 

Take The Plunge and Allow Yourself To Free Fall….

 

for just like the rain that falls, you were not meant to remain in one place. Flow through your life, greeting other drops of rain. Accept their help when you can work together towards the same common goals.

 

When it is time to part ways, simply let yourselves be carried on the tide that constantly changes within your life. Don’t worry so much about planning your tomorrows. When we do so, we tend to lose sight of today. Live in the moment, as if you were a drop of rain water falling to the earth. Enjoy the experience, do your best, never give up, never regret, never judge, never be afraid to simply “be” and have faith that you will not always be a drop of rain, for tomorrow you could be right back in the clouds. 

What I’m Currently Working On This Very Moment…

Posted: July 18, 2012 in erotica, lesbian
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The Prologue to my next book, “Butch Sexology II – The REALLY Naughty Stuff”

 

A Note To The Femmes Out There

Psst….. Come here, I want to tell you something. Shhh….keep it quiet. There is no one here now, except for you and I. No one knows that I am speaking just to you. I’m whispering this to you so that we can keep it just between us, from a butch to a femme.

I’m about to share things with you that you may find surprising, possibly shocking and most definitely will be a turn-on. Of all the women that I talk to, I always hear the same thing from femmes, ‘what goes through your minds when you think about us and make love to us?’

Yes, such are the things that femmes want to know and so I am going to tell you. We’ll keep this just between us though, okay? This will be ‘our’ little secret, just from me to you.

Come cuddle close to me, so that I can whisper in your ear. I don’t want the whole world to know my secrets, only you. Let me put my arm around you and lean close, so that you can feel my breath against your cheek. Smell my cologne in the air and feel it ignite your natural curiosities. Close your eyes and imagine that my arm is around your shoulder now, with my hand resting close to your breast.

I will tell you my stories, slowly and passionately. You’ll almost be able to hear my chest pounding in those ‘climactic moments’. You may even hear yourself gasp or sigh. You’ll find yourself longing for more and slipping into a state of arousal that brings you so close to sexual climax that you must … no you shouldn’t …. oh yes, but you will. Go ahead, reach between your legs, it’s okay. Slip your fingers inside your panties and see what I’ve already done to you.

I am a butch and these are my stories.

 

 

 

Sneak Peek: “Butch Sexology II – The REALLY Naughty Stuff”

Posted: July 15, 2012 in erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian
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Warning: Explicit Sex

Don’t read this if you are offended by hardcore butch/femme sex. You have been warned. This is a sneak preview of my new book “Butch Sexology II – The REALLY Naughty Stuff”, due out at the end of this month.

I got out of my car, threw my bag over my shoulder and headed to the side of the house. I had to crawl under the living room windows. I could see her husband sitting at the computer. For fear of seeing anything I didn’t want to see, I didn’t look closely at what he was doing.

I got to the fence that separated front yard from back yard and tossed my bag over. Then I proceeded to put a foot up and hop over the four-foot high fence. It was a white picket fence and my foot slipped from the snow and I almost skewered myself but caught myself quickly. Thank goodness the snow muffled the noise I am sure that I made!

At last, I’m over the fence and I grab my bag. Now I’m headed to the back door. She’s standing there, waiting for me and opens the door for me to enter. She’s just gotten out of the shower, probably just before I arrived. Her hair is still wet and it smells like heaven. I let my bag fall to the floor and she greets me with open arms. She’s so warm and I’ve just come in from the snow.

I kicked my shoes off, while she lit candles and talked to me. “I can’t believe he’s STILL awake out there! I was about ready to kill him if I couldn’t see you.”

All the while I am still smelling her in the air. I’m almost overcome with the smell of her right now. She’s not wearing perfume, it’s just her hair and the soap … it’s a clean, fresh scent that is uniquely hers and I’m so turned-on by it that it actually takes me back a bit.

She didn’t put on anything sexy at all. She’s wearing cute pajamas and she looks like a teenager in a way. Her hair is long and wavy, something that I don’t get to see very often because she normally straightens it.

She hasn’t seen me walking up to her as she is fiddling with the last candle. She turns and I’m there to catch her. I pull her close to me, with one arm and the other hand goes to her face to stroke her cheek. She closes her eyes, overcome with the desire that I know she’s feeling and I kiss her soft, warm lips. Her lips are like candy to me and I could suck on them for hours. I’ve kissed her so much that I’ve gotten chapped lips before. I love the way she kisses me back. Her tongue plays chase with mine, from my mouth and back to hers. She gently nibbles at my bottom lip and it makes me throb instantly.

My throbbing affects me in such a way as to make me want to lick places of her body that are still clothed and so I must do something about that. Gently, I begin walking her backwards toward the bed. As the back of her legs touch the bed, she sits and lets herself fall backwards, as I climb on top of her.

I place my knee in between her legs so that I can control her movement, spread her legs at will by using my knee and lastly, so that I can rub between her legs with my leg as I lay on top of her. I’m in a completely dominant position now and she is completely submissive and happy to be so.

We kiss a lot because I enjoy kissing her so much. Jenny knows how to turn me on so well. Her hands roam over my shoulders, my arms and through my hair. When I kiss her neck she moans in my ear and she may as well be licking me when she does this, because it is equally satisfying to me. Like so many butch women, I don’t need the physical act as much as I need the touching and caressing that only a femme knows how to give to me. Her lips and hands play my body like an instrument and it drives me to want to satisfy her. It becomes an urgent need for me to touch her all over and feel her squirm with pleasure.

She’s much smaller than me, but she’s feisty and playful. I love this about her. She begins to playfully fight against me. As I pin her arms down, she struggles to push my hands away, as she bites at my neck. There’s really nothing like a little wrestling for the top spot is there? I instinctively know that she needs me to “take” what I want, but she wants me to fight her for it a little.

As she pushes against me, I switch my grip and pin her wrists back down to the bed, my knee still firmly between her legs. I use it now and push it into her crotch, grinding against her. She moans but struggles even harder against me now. The game is on.

She giggles, “I’m very strong you know. I go to the gym and lift weights and work-out all the time. I don’t think you can hold me down.” She gives it her all now and I am chuckling to myself. I let her think she is getting the upper hand and squirm out from under me for a moment. When she’s almost free, I grab her and flip her back over the top of me, in a complete circle and land on top of her, sitting on her and pinning her down.

She gasps that gasp that a woman only does when she’s so completely turned-on that she is about to cum right them and there, without me even having to touch between her legs. She gazes at me wide-eyed now. “No one has ever been able to do that to me before!”

“Yeah, well…you DID say that I’m the first butch woman you have ever dated right?” I am laughing at her now. All she can do is nod. She’s finished fighting now and I can tell by the look on her face that she just wants me to rip her clothes off and fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. I lean down, still sitting on top of her, and kiss her lips. Tracing my tongue in a circle all the way around her top and bottom lip, I linger at her bottom lip. Slowly I suck it into my mouth and teasingly pull it away from her face for a moment before letting it slip seductively from the grasp of my own soft, full lips. I can feel her shiver.

Looking her straight in the eyes I reach to pull her pajama top up and over her head. She lifts herself as much as she can to accommodate the maneuver. Her breasts are small and very perky. I don’t know what it is about them, but I find them intensely attractive. The moment I see them I want them in my mouth. It’s a need that I cannot explain. Just looking at them, I can almost feel them in my mouth and imagine what sucking on them feels like. Right now, I don’t want to imagine.

I slid down into position to take her breast into my mouth and when I did, I could feel her lungs fill with air from the gasp she was about to let escape her lips. Her back arched towards me and her fingers were in my hair. Oh femmes, how your butch loves your fingers in their hair at times like this!

I knew that I was giving her intense satisfaction and pleasure by the way she was stroking my hair and twisting it in her fingers. When she dug her nails into my shoulders I knew that her body was on fire and in return, she was igniting my own flames. I would have happily burned to ashes right then and there.

Her nipples in my mouth were soft yet firm. The more I sucked, the harder they became. I was oh so very careful to make sure that the one that was not in my mouth had full attention of my free hand. My other hand was in her hair, stroking her ribs and sliding down to her hips. When I touched her hip with my hand, she thrust her pelvis towards me and I knew instinctively that she was soaking wet. I could hardly wait to feel for myself.

There is no way to describe the powerful feeling when your femme is dripping wet and you know that it is all for you; because of you. I moved to my knees and began pulling at the waist band of her bottoms. Slowly I pulled them down her legs. I moved slowly because I knew that I was making her crazy with anticipation. In all my years I have learned one thing to be a fact. The longer you enjoy foreplay, the harder your femme will cum for you and the more likely she will enjoy multiple orgasms with ease. I wanted her to cum over and over and I was bound and determined to make her crazy with desire first.

I was delighted when I pulled her bottoms down to find that she was not wearing any underpants. Her smooth pussy was breathtaking to me. There was just a small patch of hair in front. My fingers moved to touch it and play with that hair. My lips came close to kiss it. I was mesmerized by the beauty of her body in the candlelight. She was reaching down, still insisting on playing with my hair and I was moved by this act of gentle affection. I kissed the lips between her legs and she moaned. I could feel her legs tremble as her thighs opened further for me.

I knew that she was begging me to touch her with my tongue and as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to just dive in. I moved my head to the side and I kissed her inner thighs, first one leg and then the other. My tongue drew circles, figure eights and my lips left a trail of kisses that led back to the beautiful prize between her legs.

My fingers touched her as I watched. I never grow tired of the beauty of a woman’s body. I’m always in love with the way each woman is different. Jenny was very tiny and so smooth. I could see her wetness glistening in the candlelight. I could smell her excitement and it was like honey to a bee…I could help myself no longer and I dipped my tongue into her honey pot.

Jenny let out a groan and she immediately covered her own face with a pillow because she knew that she could not hold back the moans of pleasure. I was lost in her now. When a butch woman eats pussy, there is nothing else in the world that can get into our heads at that time. A car could drive through the side of the bedroom wall and we’d hardly notice. For me, I’m in a trance at this point. I am engrossed in how she feels in my mouth, I can feel every little nook and cranny. I can feel her engorged clit throb against my tongue. When I take her fully into my mouth and suck softly, as my tongue continues to stroke her, I’m doing it because I know that sucking the blood to her clit will only make her more sensitive and make her orgasm that much better. I’m doing it all for her and yet I am totally getting off. Odds are, I’ve already had an orgasm at this point. My orgasms are mostly from mental stimulation, but don’t kid yourself – there’s nothing like the touch of a femme and very few butch women don’t enjoy their femme going down on them…we just like to be first up to bat. In fact, we’d rather make you cum a dozen times before we let you finish us off.

I note how a woman tastes. Every woman has her taste and it is absolutely intoxicating. It’s like flavors of ice cream – they’re all good. A woman tastes different before and after her period. Some of us don’t mind if she’s on her period. I find it to be a unique experience and rather sexy to be with a woman when she’s on her period. Orgasms are extremely intense when she’s on her period and her body is completely sensitive all over. I adore giving my woman such pleasure and I find the way her body tastes at that time is just another wonderful part of her.

Jenny’s entire body is covered in goosebumps and I know that she’s climbing heights that I am responsible for taking her to. The sense of power is almost overwhelming and I am making myself cum from the sheer excitement of it all.

Gently, with one finger first, I enter her. The feeling of her warm, soft skin around my finger leaves me breathless. I want more. Slowly I add another finger and then the third. Her body’s natural reaction to sexual stimulation is to swell and create a “tighter” experience. I’m closer to her right now that you can get to any human being. I’m inside her and the experience is almost religious to me.

I can feel her body move against me. I can feel her squeezing my hand and I can touch her g-spot and stroke her or just simply apply pressure as I lick her clit. I lick her like I’ve been starved for her; like a wild animal I am consuming her and eating her alive. Her hips are bucking against my hand. I’m thrusting into her now with much force, deep and fast. She’s matching my rhythm with her face still buried in the pillow. Occasionally she pulls it away to look down and me as if to say, “What the fuck are you doing to me??”

Her tits bounce up and down as my hand pounds her pussy and it makes me throb. I want her to cum now. I can feel her building from inside. My hand begins to feel the wave as it starts from very deep inside of her body. When she cums, she squeezes my fingers so tight that they go nearly numb from the pressure. I can feel her wetness as it covers my hand, my wrist, my lips, my face and my neck. I can feel my own orgasm as I shudder with delight and satisfaction. She’s screaming into her pillow and I am trying to lick every drop of cum from between her legs. I don’t want to miss a single drop and as I am running my tongue over her soft, smooth lips she’s begging me now, “Stop…stop, oh you’ve got to stop…please!”

When I hear those words, I know that I have done my job and I can rest … for a few minutes anyway. 

Overcoming Self-Defeating Habits

Posted: July 12, 2012 in lesbian, life lessons, self-help
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This morning I stumbled out of bed, made my way to the coffee pot and started my morning coffee. I fed the cats and then the dog, strictly because they are more loud in their demands and I really can’t stand the crying first thing in the mornings. “Eat and stop disturbing my peace.”

The dog patiently waits as he dances in a circle. He’s always happy to see me. I let him wolf down his breakfast as I go put on shoes. I know that he’ll need to potty as soon as he’s done. I’m lucky that he’ll actually eat first and then go outside most of the time.

We do our walk and get back to a fresh pot of coffee. As is becoming my morning habit, I pour myself some coffee and I walk to the porch, where I sit in the morning silence and just ‘think’.

My mind wanders from being mildly annoyed that I’m not selling as many books as I’d like, to the things that I know my readers enjoy reading. Somehow, I end-up thinking about relationships that haven’t worked out and I have that moment where I feel compelled to send a letter or an email or something to the last one and tell her how much she hurt me, how pissed-off I am that she didn’t care enough to fight for me or listen to me or show me that she cared about me the same way I was willing to do for her.

Suddenly I realize that this is the same self-defeating behavior that has kept me in relationships that weren’t right in the past. How many of you have found yourself going back to someone, even when you KNEW it wasn’t ‘right’ in some way? It is as if we find ourselves alone and resentful or needy so we contact them. Look at how many times Chandler went back to Janice on Friends! ;) It’s really a great example. He kept going back to someone that annoyed the crap out of him because he didn’t want to be alone.

Finally, I’ve reached a point in my life where I can say to myself, “NO MORE JANICE’S!!” I’m waiting for the right one and I love myself and respect myself enough to wait. I’m okay with being alone and I’m okay with me, just the way I am. Never again will I change for someone or try to be something that I’m not just so someone else feels okay with me. I’m me. I’m happy and I’m empowered. I’m okay with me.

You should be okay with YOU too! Don’t change. Be who you are. The right person is going to come along one day and you’ll be SO glad that you waited. Don’t let life get you down. Remember that as long as you keep putting one foot in front of the other, you WILL eventually get to where you are going. Falling down along the way is okay. Fall forward. ;)

 

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Posted: July 10, 2012 in equal rights, erotica, gay lesbian, lesbian
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“He was beaten-up pretty badly. He’s having surgery now to relieve pressure on his brain. He’s in a coma. He could die, Lorraine.” Jaime figured she’d just put it all out there.

“I suppose someone finally got to her for pretending to be a man, huh?”, Lorraine’s voice actually sounded vindictive. “I’m sorry, Jaime. God has a way of taking care of sinners. I can’t get involved in this anymore. Jude knows how I feel. I’ll pray for her soul.” Click. The line went dead. Just like that, Lorraine had hung-up. Wow.

While it didn’t completely shock her, it pissed Jaime off so bad that she hauled off and kicked the vending machine with all her might. The coffee machine rocked back and forth and the sound drew some unwanted looks from around the area.

“Jaime?”

She whirled to find Kim standing behind her, bag over her shoulder, with huge eyes staring at her. “I’m sorry. I just got off the phone with Jude’s sister. She’s such a bitch. I just needed to vent.”

“By kicking the vending machine?”, Kim gave her a disapproving look.

“Hey, you don’t understand what I’m going through right now. There’s no way that you can understand what we go through”, Jaime’s voice was full of anger right now.

“We?”, Kim raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t exactly sure what Jaime meant.

“Gay people, Kim”, Jaime was coming slightly unglued and Kim could see it. “People hate us. People scorn us, the government takes our rights away, family walks away from us, people beat the shit out of us … I’m just so sick of it!”, she slapped the wall with her hand as she looked to the floor and began to sob, “…and now Jude could die because of it.”

Kim walked-up behind Jaime, slid her arms around her waist and hugged her as tight as she could squeeze. “I’m so sorry this is happening, Jaime. I know the world is a cruel place for you sometimes. It’s not right, but you can’t blame Jude’s sister for being ignorant.”

Jaime swung around and faced her, “I can’t? Hell yes I can! How can you even say such a thing? How can you take-up for someone so full of hate that she can’t even bring herself to care about her sibling up there in surgery right now?”

“Hey! Whoa! Don’t take it out on me. I’m not taking up for her. I’m only saying that people are ignorant because they haven’t learned any different Jaime! Look at me! Six months ago I barely knew what a lesbian was … now I’m realizing that I am one.” Kim watched Jaime’s face for any change in expression.

“So we’ve had sex once and now you’re declaring you’re a lesbian?”, Jaime’s words were sarcastic and as soon as she said them she knew she regretted it. Too late.

“Oh my God. I cannot believe that you just said that to me!”, Kim’s face showed her hurt.

“Kim, I’m sorry. It’s the stress. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that. I know it”, Jaime was remorseful and Kim was smart enough to know that Jaime was very emotional right now.

She was willing to forgive but she chided, “Then Jaime, love me like I don’t deserve it. You’re world is different to me. I want to be a part of your world, as scary as all this is right now. It would be very tempting for me to run away from this right now. What if the next person in the hospital is you, Jaime?” Suddenly Kim was crying.

Now Jaime felt like a total ass. She stepped forward and wrapped Kim in her arms and held her tightly. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m such a dummy. I didn’t even realize how this all would affect you. You’re scared aren’t you?”

Kim nodded her head against Jaime’s shoulder, “Mmm hmm. I keep thinking that if it were you in there, that I wouldn’t know what to do. I wouldn’t know who to call or anything. I was thinking all the way here that I couldn’t even tell them what to do for you legally. It petrifies me.”

“Shh….hey, everything is going to be okay. I promise you that I’ll make sure to get everything you need so that won’t happen. Okay?”, Jaime was running her fingers through Kim’s blonde locks. “Besides, this is not going to happen to me. You don’t even have to worry about it.”

“Promise?”, Kim looked into Jaime’s eyes and the fear was very clear.

“Yes, Love. I promise.” Jaime kissed Kim softly and for one short moment, the morning was forgotten. 

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