As a former line cook at one of NOLA's finest restaurants I was the designated chef for Turkey Day. Now, I have to say that this is not one of my favorite meals to prepare--I'd much rather prep blackened red-fish in a crawfish sherry cream sauce, but I made it work. I brined my turkey overnight, so it was moist. I stuffed my bird with an Italian sausage and cranberry stuffing. And, I whipped up some creamy, dreamy mashed potatoes and a Madeira wine sauce instead of the usual gravy.

Not bad for a girl who writes erotica and other stuff.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the best week for loving. Ray and

It's a great story about an older man and younger woman. There's just something about that combination that's appealing. The young, willing female, learning at the feet of the older male master.

But like the best stories, Clem's is no cliche and it's colored with a tinge of irony. The older man learns a thing or two about himself and something unexpected from the young woman.

This story is from the male's point of view. But it would also be interesting to have the story from the female's perspective.

Most women, me among them, have a story about being with an older man. I have some very tender feelings still, for a gentleman I met between my freshman and sophomore year of college. I've never considered myself the submissive type, but that summer I was happy to submit.

But that's another story for another time.

Enjoy Clem's confession.

I was home in Redondo. The folks at Ruthie's Club were running a writing contest that somehow had to relate to rain. I wrote three stories for the contest and submitted two, keeping the third and best under wraps. I wrote the stories all during a week when Ray was away and I was more than a little lonely and horny. I pretty much sat on my balcony, wearing nothing but an old robe, drinking coffee in the morning and wine in the eveining, and writing. The two stories I submitted to the contest didn't place, but that was all right--I win or place in my share of contests and I thought they were pretty good stories anyway. I've posted them on this site before.

The third story, "Shame," was the best of the three. I held on to it and polished it. It reflected how I felt that long, dark week in early spring when the marine layer was heavy over the coast and I was writing, writing, writing about rain.

I set the story in St. Lucia, a carribean island I visited a couple of years ago during the rainy season. If there is a more sensual place, I can't imagine it. Warm and humid and lush with vegetation and half-naked bodies.

Anyway, when I got my story "Shame" as dark and sensual as I remembered St. Lucia and as dark and sensual as I was feeling, I submitted it to my friends Jordan and Samantha at Oysters & Chocolate. They accepted it and you can read it there this week. The link is http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Home.aspx.

Jordan and Samantha called "Shame" a "lovely, dirty little story," and I think it lives up to that critique.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Read more of my stories in my e-book, Tight Women in Hard Places.

In Part II of my story Teach my protagonist has a near orgasmic moment while seated on the back of her student Evan's Harley.

This, like a lot of the ideas in my stories, originated from a combination of both personal experience and things people have told me over the years.

When I was in high school, I dated a bad boy, you know one of those boys your parents warn you about. He smoked, drank, and rode a motorcycle. He also played guitar in a local band. I was crazy about him.

I'd get on the back of his motorcycle, squeeze that Harley between my legs and, man, I'd ride.

Now, I never got off on a motorcylce, but I came close a few times. Especially, if I reached around and played with Streeter's cock while he was driving. The thrum of that big machine in my hand and between my legs was a enough to get me going. I'd be soaking through my jeans by the time we got to our concert or wherever it was we were going.

I had a friend, Kaylie, when I first moved to California who drove her own motorcylce. Not some pussy scooter, but a real Harley Hog. She claimed to have come on her hog more than once, most notably while riding along the Santa Monica freeway one night. Kaylie also took credit for having been fucked on a motorcycle, blowing a guy on an airplane, and letting a stranger finger her ass on a New York subway.

You had to take Kaylie's stories with a grain of salt.

Anyway, please enjoy the second installment of Teach, and let me know what experiences any of you have had on a motorcycle.

Or with a teacher.

One such story is "Teach," a story I published on Literotica a few years ago.

A reader, Marie, was moved by the story and asked that I repost it here. I took it off Literotica because I was moving on to other things and the story wasn't finished.

But I'm happy to begin it here this week in the first of several parts.

I'm thinking that I may actually have to finish it now.

What is it about our teachers that so often catches our erotic imagination? What is it about our students that causes us to think about the unthinkable?

I know I had crushes on at least two male and one female teacher in highschool. In law school, I had an affair with a professor. But that's another story, "Royal Orleans," which appears in my Tight Women in Hard Places collection.

In any event. enjoy Part 1 of "Teach."

On the other hand, I have written two stories with elements of FemDom, "Bitch Tonight" and "Ray's Opening." The latter story was originally published on a pay-per-view site. "Ruthie's Club," and now appears in my e-book, "Tight Women in Hard Places." I also had a story on For the Girls this past summer. "A Lover in the House of Spies," which involves female submission and am working on a novella which also involves a female sub.

What atrracts me most to BDSM games--I'm not into the lifestyle--is the power exchange, that moment when one person grants another the power to with them sexually and maybe otherwise as they will, within agreed-up limits. I like to explore the high that accompanies that power exchange from both parties' perspective. For the sub, there is the power surrendered to trust and the high from received from pain, humilatiion, and shame. For the dom there is the power gained through the trust and need to care lovingly for the sub, almost as one cares for an errant child.

 This week's True Confession is about that power exchange. To me, it's most powerful, most interesting when it comes unbidden, when it the "power surge" is unexpected as it is for Karen.

Enjoy!

This is a heavy-duty line up, including the likes of Ashley Lister, Jeremy Edwards, Randall Lang, M.Christian, Donna George Storey, Sage Vivant, D.L.King, and Rowan Elizabeth among others.

If you are into the swinger lifestyle, or think you might be interested, Ashley's site is a good place to start. But don't forget to buy the book when it comes out. Even if you just like to fantasize about what it would be like make it with another couple (or two), reading the stories with a cuddly partner could sure be fun.

Enjoy!

It was a sultry summer day. I took as many of the magazines as I could carry at one time downstairs and out to a hammock that was suspended between two big trees in our backyard.

I passed the afternoon with my nose buried in the magazines. Women were cheating on their husbands, stealing from their friends, lusting for their ministers. I was dizzy with teenaged horniness by the end of the day.

These women were a lot more interesting and exciting than me and the people I knew.

I wanted to know these women. I wanted to try on a few of their fantasies for size.

That's about the time I tried my hand at my first erotic stories. I wrote them as "true confessions." I took my stories further than the stories in the magazines, but I tried to retain that pulpy, sleazy, tone of the stories. I imagined my neighbors and my parents' friends engaged in all sorts of sexually exotic acts.

I just finished reading Curtis Sittenfield's new novel, "American Wife." Ms. Sittenfield is also the author of the previously well-reviewd novel, "Prep." I'm not a huge fan of her writing, but I couldn't pass up a read about a character based on the real Laura Bush. Alice Blackwell, a bookish woman of modest means, marries into the wealthy Blackwell (read Bush) family and is basically flabbergasted to discover that her once drunkard of a husband has been elected President. As her husband's second term wears on amid criticism from every corner, Alice is forced to re-examine the choices of her life and evaluate how complicit she's been in it. I'd give this novel a 2.5 out of a 5. Given that you have so many choices to read from, this would not be at the top of my list. check out Walter Mosley's work or that of Junot Diaz, whose book "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" won the 2007 Pulitzer.

I also saw Oliver Stone's "W," starring Josh Brolin. I didn't really want to go, because I'm not a Bush supporter and some of the choices his administration have made still rub me a little raw. I feared that the movie would be more depressing and irritating than amusing. I was surprised. It's actually a tender-hearted story of a man in over his head, rather than a mean-spirited story of a man with evil intentions. I'd recommend this movie as a 3.5 out 5. Josh Brolin (who most recently starred in "No Country for Old Men") does a wonderful job with the "W" role.

I actually got out ahead of both Sittenfield and Stone with a story that won ERWA's Fetish Theme Door Prize earlier this year, althugh I didn't earn as much money from my story.

Check out my story "Smoke" for a look at the dark and lusty side of Washington. 

(This is a repost of an earlier entry. It pretty much captured how I felt yesterday. All day. In fact, I woke up still feeling this way. Anybody else feel like this?)

Did you ever have one of those days where you woke up horny...and stayed that way throughout the day?

Guys tell me that they are horny all the time. I remember hearing this a lot when I was younger. Most of the guys I date now are older than me, in their 40's and 50's. These guys don't talk about being horny. But sometimes they want it more than other times. Sometimes they just want to throw down and go for it or will settle for a handjob or blow job, no questions asked. Or will just come across as hornery and edgy and all stressed out.