Tattooed bloggage and quiet moments

Yesterday my friend, J, commented that he's worried my work load will burn me out. I want to put his mind at rest (as opposed to "to rest" which sounds morbid and kinda scary). My day job is monotonous. It's brainless work and busy stuff. My writing is freedom to run and just like any job, we have deadlines we must meet. My writing deadlines are like that. It's my job. I love it and there are things which must be done in order for the "company" (Mia Watts, Inc.) to function, to cover the overhead. Some deadlines are harder than others and some I procrastinate over. I always get the job done, though.

So fear not. I do load my schedule, but I can handle it.

The blog design... well, I like it. It's not super sexy and sizzlin' and that's okay. Sometimes *gasp* I wear sweats and tee shirts. For real! I even have days (when no one sees me) where I don't wear make up and my hair is in a ponytail. I sweat when I work out and I smell like garlic and olive oil when I cook dinner. It happens.

I feed my cats and squat to clean their litter box--never a good, look at me be sexy, position. I like art of all kinds and tattoo art is one of those things which appeal to me.

Since the blog is an extension of my lifestyle... even the quiet bits I don't always share with everyone... the tattooed backdrop is as eclectic as I am to the topic at hand.

I hate to disappoint, but I actually don't walk around in stilettos, wear cleavage enhancing wonder bras, flash my lacy panties, or give come-hither smiles all day long. Sometimes we're sexiest when our hair is down and we have mascara smudges under our lashes.

I like my night shirts oversized and my pajama pants flannel. I like going barefoot in my home and the feel of my body unfettered by a bra and hosiery. Sometimes I giggle at stupid jokes and call my friends on the phone when a television show messes with my head (*ahem* Bron and "Dollhouse" OMG!). And sometimes, there's nothing better than cuddling close to your guy just catch that man scent at the base of his throat.

J, honey, you know I love your opinions. Never hold them back, but even after this long, it appears you have some things to learn about me or my image. ;) Gotta love your enthusiasm. Wanna cuddle?

M/M Excerpt (PG-13), Claimed by Darkness

Second excerpt for J. Mild M/M content.

Excerpt from Claimed by Darkness (Ellora's Cave release, March 4th)
The following excerpt is copyrighted 2009. No reproduction or forwarding of this material may occur without written permission from the publisher and the author. Unauthorized publication of this excerpt will be a violation of the copyright and is punishable but the full extent of the law.

Setup: Damien is a vampire. Rik, his human friend and roommate, has been bitten by a lycan. As Rik begins to change, his more uncontrollable urges surface along with his strength and animal need to dominate. There is blood in the air and Damien is smart enough to know Rik is not himself. Damien has also just explained that vampire biting is sexually charged and with the blood in the air, Damien's prone to act on those impulses.

Rik was silent for a minute. “What if you bit me but didn’t try to change me? Would the were virus hurt you?”
“Not at this stage. Weres and vampires live a cautious existence. We avoid them at full moons but otherwise they live normal humanlike lives the rest of the time. If you don’t want to get bitten, you don’t antagonize them to change between full moons. Hollywood has made them out to be a nightly menace. Very few rogues are out there. Speaking to the virus, we ingest the blood and while it does flow through our veins, the symptoms are different. It’s more of a power surge in early stages. My kind never drinks from a fully converted host. It would sicken us like slow poison and result in death.”
“So it’s a safe high to bite someone like me,” Rik concluded.
The blood coursing beneath the surface of Rik’s skin sounded like a dull roar to Damien. He could smell the slight change in his chemistry but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Yes.”
“Bite me,” Rik commanded softly.
“You lost a lot of blood. Biting you would serve no purpose except as a sexual experiment.” Damien growled. “You will be feeling enough discomfort as the were virus takes hold.”
Rik leaned forward. “I feel fine. Weres have healing properties too, don’t they?” At Damien’s reluctant nod, Rik continued. “Then bite me.”
Damien rose to his feet. The temptation was too great for him to stay in the same room. Rik’s eyes seemed to glow with an inner light. It made Damien pause to look again. Could he be changing so quickly? He turned from his human friend and walked to the door.
It was more instinct than sound which had Damien spinning as Rik pounced on him, throwing Damien against the wall. Rik grabbed his shirt front and snarled in his face. Were-yellow overlaid his blue eyes until they glowed fathomlessly green. Rik was turning faster than usual.
“Bite me.” Rik’s voice dropped to dark tones unlike his natural speaking voice. Like warmed velvet, it wrapped around Damien, and called to his soul.
Damien flashed his fangs in warning. He was already dancing on the edge of sexual predation. “I’m not fucking biting you, Rik. If I bite you now I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He shoved Rik off him, surprised by the unnatural strength in the man. Rik should be passed out or weak, not shifting and careless.
Rik caught his footing and charged again. This time he went for Damien’s throat. Damien deflected, barely. He hissed. Rolling, he pinned Rik to the closed bedroom door. A low growl rumbled from Rik’s throat.
Rik didn’t move but he eyed Damien warily as he drew his face close. “I’d. Fuck. You,” Damien said slowly, making sure Rik understood exactly what the dilemma was.
The were-human’s eyes went wild. “Fucking fuck me already, fucker.”
Damien considered it for a moment. Rik’s cock pressed its swollen length to his abdomen and as Damien debated taking Rik, finally, Rik’s cock pulsed. Damien groaned as every memory of tasting him secondhand flooded his senses. Rik’s pheromones were heady, his erection prepared for a thorough sucking. God, Damien wanted to. He wanted to take that length in his mouth, bite down and bring him off as Rik shot down his throat.
Instead he stepped away. “You don’t want that. You think you do but you’d be pissed when you returned to normal.”
Rik swiped out curled fingers, angrily scoring Damien’s chest. “Don’t tell me what I want, vampire.”
His chest stung from the strike. Damien leaped the distance. Holding Rik’s head roughly to the side, Damien dragged his teeth over Rik’s neck, teasing him. Slowly, he touched the tips to his artery, giving Rik a second to reconsider. Damien’s chest squeezed with need. His cock jerked and Damien sank into his neck.
Rik’s guttural cry of pleasure washed over Damien and he released Rik’s head to do as he chose. Damien didn’t expect Rik to bury on hand in his hair, to hold him in place against his neck. He didn’t expect Rik’s other hand to reach inside Damien’s jeans, wrapping his fingers around his aching penis.

M/F Excerpt: Sex Ed (R)

Two Excerpts for J. One m/f today, insight into a woman's psyche. One mildly m/m tomorrow-to show what was explained in comment, without putting him off.

Excerpt from Sex Ed (unedited from Anthology: Hot for Teacher, by Resplendence, TBD)
This work is under contract and copyrighted 2009. Any reproduction of this excerpt without written permission from the publisher and the author is subject to prosecution by the full extent of the law.

Setup: Dr. Link is a biology professor at university. Mina is a chemistry professor. Dr. Link runs a lab annually for those on a medical track regarding sexuality. In this instance, Mina is the concealed volunteer (face/identity concealed from class, not professor). The subject is the female organism and the body's physical response to sexual stimulation. Mina is tied to a lab table.

(Dr. Link talking)"Her body is aroused, slicking her labia and inner thighs. That is from the stimulation of her nipples alone.”
“Not exactly,” Mina said. The words came out before she could stop them.
“Explain,” he prompted, his voice dark, sexy.
Her body clenched in response. “It’s your voice and the people watching me splayed out for them, too.”
“Public exhibitionism excites you?” he asked.
“Almost as much as your voice,” she confessed.
“My voice excites you then?”
“It rumbles across my skin and settles between my legs.” Confession is good for the soul.
“The experiment is biased. We’ll have to stop,” he said.
“What? No, please don’t stop,” Mina cried.
“Class gather your things. You’re dismissed.”
Several minutes passed and the room was silent. Her bonds remained tight. Then finally, Dr. Link moved to her side. “I’d like to continue this experiment more privately. Do you have any objections?”
Mina shook her head. She could almost imagine the signature mischief lurking in the dark brown depths of his eyes and the blond hair falling over his brow. The picture of how she’d seen him every day did nothing to ease the pitch of arousal coursing through her.
“I need that out loud, for the record,” he prompted.
“No objection,” she answered.
“Good, I didn’t really want to share you with the class anyway. When you signed up though, there was no question I was going to accept your application over the others. Don’t think you’re getting off easy,” he laughed, “pardon the pun.”
“Will you take off the mask?”
“No,” he said darkly. “Suspense heightens arousal and I like having you where I do.”
She quirked a smile. There was something powerful in knowing he didn’t want to share her. Mina relaxed her hips, letting her legs fall completely open. It was the only control she had at her disposal and hearing his softly muttered oath for the arrogant submission pleased her.
“It’s fascinating the way the female body responds to touch.” He stroked his thumb over her nipple, then swished the nail over its puckered tip.
Mina gasped.
He dragged what felt like a feather down her sternum, the length of her belly to the open begging slit between her legs. She could feel her clit straining out to reach the ticklish tip even as her hips lifted off the table.
“Not yet, Mina. You aren’t ready yet.”
“I am.”
“No. We’re still in the experiment. I’m not arousing you, Mina. I’m arousing your body. You may want me, but we need to get your vagina achy and stinging before you’re allowed to come. Understood?”
If she’d been untied, it might have pissed her off to hear those words. But tied up, aroused, and listening to the thickness in his voice, she could sense the effect was mutual even if he wasn’t admitting it.