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
