Friday, October 29, 2010

The Art of Enjoying

Hello Lovers, It's Dolce,
Despite those four days a month, the constant battle with gravity to keep things where they were meant to be, and the skyrocketing price of mascara, I enjoy being a woman.  I enjoy being a woman because I enjoy men (and the occasional woman, and that one time in university I enjoyed two men at once).  Ahh, memories.  Mostly, I enjoy the passion that can erupt between a couple.  I enjoy the touch of a rough calloused hand against my smooth skin.  I enjoy the feel of hands tangling in my hair.  I enjoy the visual of a gorgeous man stalking his woman peeling away layers of clothes with each step.  I enjoy the anticipation of the possessive lovemaking he's going to give her when he has her in his bed...or against the wall...or on the hallway floor.  I love the sting of an open-handed smack on my bottom, the sharp nip of teeth against my shoulder, the feeling of fullness when he surges into me with one powerful thrust. 

I enjoy being a woman.  And I made the mistake of telling my friend who doesn't know how to let a damn thing go.  As a result, you will get to enjoy the things I enjoy.

I write erotica.  Hot, steaming, does your mother know you talk like that passion.  And now I write it for Beautiful Trouble.  I hope you enjoy my tales.  All five-thousand words of them.  I only write teases.  5000 words exactly.  No more; no less because an orgasm should be obtainable in that amount of prose.

Let me know how you like it.  My first book: Sugar Honey Iced Tea (named for my liege's favorite beverage) is coming soon.  Enjoy it like I did.

I will leave you with a quote from Madonna.  "Everyone loves you when they're about to come." 

Enjoy, Dolce