Day Twenty Two of 30

Newsflash....


It's nice to have a Deal Breaker List, but you also have to be a realist.  That perfect Mr or Ms Right is not just going to pop out of thin air.  Basically, you have to give to get. You don't think you have some faults????  Well, odds are that you probably do.  Besides, probably if they are near perfect on the outside, the insides are screwed to hell.  Who made you the judge of outside beauty.  I've met women fine as hell and once you get to know the real person inside, they were ugly as an inside out unicorn.  

Gotta be real to yourself and let things just flow.  The more you look for that right person, the more crazies you will find.  Law of dating probability. I'm just saying.....

Day Twenty One of 30

Famous Deal Breakers.... ones I've heard of and experienced over the years....

1.  She can't have more kids than you have fingers.
2.  He can't still live with his mom.
3.  All her drama must fit in a handbag not a POD.
4.  She at least must have cute feet (reference the movie BOOMERANG)
5.  He should have most of his natural teeth or replacements for such.
6.  Her youngest kid can't be living at home still trying to 'find' himself.  (having never left)
7.  Working at a drive thru window is fine if you're at least the manager.
8.  'For real dough' shouldn't be the best exclamation they can come up with.
9.  Most of the time you shouldn't be able to out dance your teenage kids.  
10. Just because there a a no smoking ordinance, you shouldn't wear the club dress to church the next day....  just saying....
11. 'Their' in normal conversation with them doesn't mean 'they are'
12. Smoking are drinking are personal options, you decide.
13. If their (there's that word again) medicine cabinet looks like a Walgreens Pharmacy shelf......
14. He can't keep calling you the wrong name constantly for over a week.  With those names rotating between 2 and 3 other women.
15. When dropping them off after a date, they continually ask you to drop them off a block from home, in front of the Tasty Freeze.  (a couple of signs there)
16. If you friend has a sister, mom, niece, aunt, cousin or daughter they want you to meet .......RUN.... the odds are against you.
17. Stinky breath, I mean halitosis.......  Not a keeper.. what else smells?????
18. Toes hang out over edge of sandals or heels, run.  Never date a gargoyle. 
19. You find a box of blood slides behind the night stand .....  Excuse yourself, then RUN.
20. When you meet him for a meet and greet at the local Starbucks and the workers greet him by name and keep smiling and pointing at the two of you as you get to know one another... RUN
21. She or He constantly texts during all your dates... Run.
22. She constantly talks during movie....  judgement call on your part, I have bent on that....>>>>>
23. Being unclear constantly in conversation.... guilty...... have to bend....
24. Having constant body odor.  Even with AXE body spray.......
25. Can't text worth a damn and he's a Professor at a major college.
26. Sleeping with them on the first date.... probably never see them again....  odds are...

Day Twenty of 30

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Day Nineteen of 30

     In having a conversation with a buddy of mine today, he expressed his displeasure with the new found information that his ex-wife has a live in boyfriend.  For the life of me, I couldn't understand why he was so vexed.  I always thought after divorce you had to let the other person go, totally. Not your job anymore.  You were fired or you fired the other person.  

     I just can't see wasting time and effort on someone else's choices, especially when they have nothing to do with you.  Sure, it sometimes affects the kids.  But if they are grown-ass adults, you'll have to let that crap go.  That was, in a nut shell, my talk with him.  But I do realize it does depend on the person and how much drama laden their life is.  

     I always try to lead a drama free life.  With that being sometimes impossible.  But I do try to keep it down to a minimum.  

     A co-worker told me once, "When get back on that dating horse after divorce, you have to tell the new prospect or yourself you want this relationship, no matter how it is defined, in a 'drama free zone.'"  Those words I tried to live by back in the day when I was kissing all those frogs. Because  'I'm the Love Firefighter.'

Day Eighteen of 30 (Day Three Continued...)

     Barry finally glanced over at the clock radio on the nightstand on her side of the bed.  It was almost noon.  He could see bright light trying to peer through the room darkening shades across the bed.  Sitting on the couch under the window, he tried to determine what happened last night.  Robin had been his friend since sixth grade.  Nothing ever happened sexually between them.  And, he could not be sure that something even happened overnight.
     Robin started to stir.  First she stretched and turned over, sleepily stared at Barry and then let out a yelp and quickly turned over and buried her head under the pillow.  'She must be really embarrassed', he thought to himself.
     "Robin, Robin"
     She wouldn't even look at him.
     "Robin, you have to talk to me.  I have no idea what happened last night. Can you fill in the blanks?"
     She finally sat up in bed, draping the sheet above her bare breast.  Barry had always admired her body. He remembered Robin developed years before he grew tall.  She always had large boobs.  One of her nicest assets.
     "Well Barry, you and I ended up playing strip poker with shots of tequila.  Do remember that?"
     "Hell no"
     "Well, we did.  You drank many more shots that I did.  I asked to kiss you and you said yes.  At that point we still had underwear on.  We kissed and did a lot of dry humping,  I'm surprised you don't feel raw.
After a while, I just went a little crazy and started to nibble on your chest.  You nipples are probably very sore."
     "As a matter of fact, they are", Barry agreed.
     "We finally ended the game with no one with clothes on and we went to bed.  You were too drunk to drive and you accepted my offer to sleep here.  But you kept saying, 'no sex'.  Must be the big brother type in you.  I have to admit, I would have screwed your brains out last night with out hesitation.
     "What about the condom over there?," pointing to the one on the foot of the bed.
     "We tried to make love and your 'whiskey dick' couldn't perform.  And, it wasn't for the fact of not trying. We attempted everything and finally gave up, spooned and we both fell asleep.
     "What?  I should say I'm sorry about everything?
     'We are both grown adults," Robin stated as her sheet fell exposing her breasts. She knew Barry was affected due to the rise in the front of his boxers......

Day Seventeen of 30

     Deepak Chopra

    Who is he? What does he stand for?  A friend of mine asked me if I knew about him.  And with my no answer I was quickly tongue lashed. But, in a friendly way.  So,  I headed home to see if I could research Tupac's cousin and find out what he was about.  

     Had to text the friend and get the correct spelling of his name.  Eureka.... Found Him....

     Lots of information on Google.  May have to thank her after I compile my thoughts and facts about him.  Deepak is all over the place with books, seminars and a wellness center.  Busy man. He even has Google Hangouts.  Impressive.  Looking forward to scooping up knowledge about him.  

Day Sixteen of 30

Mr. Robert as quiet as a mouse,

He has his mouth full gauze and crap.

Trying to get in touch with him, is his spouse

Tracking him down making sure there no nap.

All of a sudden he has something to say,

A wise man he is beyond his years.

He's always talking about that 'hay',

Every time almost bringing me to tears.

He's been a friend for a very long time,

Followed my plight through thick and thin.

He really doesn't know what to think of my type of rhyme,

Mr. Robert enjoys them, keeping them from safe like a cotter pin.

He has the charm of an old fellow,

Greeting clients as if he's known them forever.

Keeping his friend out of the bordello,

Can be one fine endeavor.

I close this rhyme considering his ports of call,

That no place is more satifying.

Than all his plaques that hang on his wall,

The fact he is living life to it's fullest, there's no denying.

Day Fifteen of 30

What I learned tonight....


1.  Why are writing social communities important to independent authors?

     -They can help you hone your craft through constructive criticism.

     -They can give direction on any question you may have about writing or publishing.

     -The community can be a resource and sounding board of other authors.

    

2.  Should other authors join writing social communites?

     -Hell yeah.....

3.  What writing social communites should authors join?

     -Pick one and see how you like it.  If not, move on to the next one.

4.  Do you have a favorite writing social community?  

     -Not really, but I highly suggest and I mean highly suggest The Erotic Writers Group on Google +.  Video conferencing most Tuesday nights at 9 MST. Valerie does a great job.  

I'm just saying........

Day Fourteen of 30

Erotica has been thrust into the mainstream,

In and about normal day life.

Talking about it, what do they mean?

Up and down along the way of everyday strife.

Thanks to the soccer moms of today,

Bringing their e-readers to every practice.

Reading that '50 Shades of Grey',

With some chapters as prickly as a cactus.

No longer is the genre taboo,

It is as normal as apple pie.

Traditional publishing is almost bid adieu,

Suffering as if light as a railroad tie.

Google the term erotica,

The results are vast and endless.

Used to be as popular as a harmonica,

Now, the returns are deep and mindless.

Erotica is nothing like porn,

Not only physical sex and acts.

It is fathomless beyond the norm,

Quick, take a chance, don't break your momma's back.

Day Twelve of 30

          I think we all have a book inside of all of us.  When I started this journey, doubters were skeptical to my plight.  Motivation is the just the desire to do things.  If you want it bad enough, there is a will and a way to achieve it.  Independent publishing is exploding all around us.  It is both easier and harder than you think. The internet has lots of information for you to start.  I would suggest www.thebookdesigner.com to start.   Do you have a book inside of you????

Day Eleven of 30

                                                                           

My girlfriend is out of town for the week,

A special time with someone I won't seek.

Video conferencing is the key to the game,

Sex in person will no longer be the same.

Phone to phone will be the key,

Communication between you and me.

Tilt the phone just right is nice,

Rub your bare breast once then twice.

Slowly strip for me in front of the camera,

Another form of karma sutra.

Down to your undies you go,

Trying not to seem like a ho.

Touch yourself in lots of places,

Looking at my phone of you, puts me through my paces.

All of a sudden your index finger is wet,

The rest of the digits form a quartet.

Insert your finger to the hilt,

A body that is brick shit built.

Moaning as your body shivers,

Orgasms overcome you like a meeting of rivers.  

Day Ten of 30, Part two of 'The Peak" (Day Eight)

........ with her small hands.  His ex-wife had never mastered the art of a decent blow job.  He figured that unless you really liked to give it, you probably weren't all that good at it.  Robert hadn't had decent oral sex since his college days over twenty years ago.  
     Starting to moan, Dawn was really getting into it.  You could tell that she was going for the winner's circle.  Robert began to feel his sperm sac start to tingle and feel his heart beating much faster.  He was about to pull out and cum on the blanket, but Dawn never took her mouth off of him, allowing him to orgasm in the back of her throat.  
     One good turn deserved another.  Robert stood up grabbed her by her hips and pulled off her panties.  In one smooth move he was kissing her knees, gently ending up on her outer vagina lips. He toyed first with the right one and then nibbled on the left lip.  With the glow of the outside lights, he saw Dawn's hood of her clit expose her love button.  It glistened in the low light. Robert encased the clitoris with his upper and lower lips.  Ever so gently sucking in while stabbing it with his tongue.  He alternated the negative pressure and the flicking intensity. 
      Dawn was so juicy, her vagina walls were starting to create a suction on Robert's face.  She started to grab the back of his head, trying to thrust her pelvis through the back of his head.  It was sheer ecstasy .........

Day Nine of 30

My full book is now available on Smashwords.com.

I've lived for this moment for a very long time.

Hoping it will be the bomb,

While searching for more words for this rhyme.

Gonna make a splash with this new venture,

Pushing me over the edge of authorship. 

Easing up on making another denture, 

Hopefully without the enjoyment of censorship.

Nice seeing your baby come to fruition,

Because every now and then you falter.

Be nice if it covered tuition, 

But, I'd just settle for reviews like the rock of Gibraltar.

No sexy blog of any kind tonight.

You're gonna have to make up your own stuff.

Maybe tomorrow I'll get it right,

And then maybe, tomorrow's character will begin in the buff.........

Day Eight of 30

    

     Working the visitor's house at the top of the peak had been a dream of Roberts ever since he was a little kid.  Now, he was the manager of it all.  It was only open eight months out of the year because of the early and sometimes late winters.  Being the first of March, they were not open for business as of yet.  But, he did have one appointment for the day.  The house was not open yet. The "soda" guy was coming up to discuss changing out the old system and upgrading to a completely computerized one.  That company had been bugging him for the last three years. Robert had finally relented and scheduled an appointment for today.
     Even though it was a beautiful day, Robert could tell that there was a cold front coming from the west. 'That rep better hurry up and get here, before he get's trapped with me.'  
     He heard the sound of a car approaching the visitor house.  The wind started to increase as Robert walked to the door the let the man in.  Upon opening up the door he is surprised to be greeted with a beautiful woman instead.  She was breathtaking dressed in tight blue jeans and a sweater under her leather coat.  She even had on heels.  Thank God she was only discussing and not installing.  Those shoes would have been the death of her.  
     "Hi, I'm Dawn.  Ready to talk about getting your sodas into the twentieth century?"
     Robert could barely answer. He had to pull his eyes back into his head.  "Well, yes and nice to meet you."
     Dawn knew about the time Robert obviously regained his composure, the sale was a done deal. Just the formality of signing the contract was left.  But, she was in no hurry.  She had never been the the top of the peak visitor center.  
     "Hey Robert," as she looked down at the clipboard after finding his name, "could you give me a tour? I've never been up here." 
     "Sure."
     The weather was turning grim quickly.  As the tour commenced, Robert glanced and saw the snowflakes start to fly.  First gently then and sideways blizzard.  He showed and explained to Dawn all  the workings in the center.  Complete with history the tour lasted about an hour.  By that time, a few inches of snow had accumulated outside.  
     "You might at well hang out here for a while, at least until the weather stops or clears up."
     Robert ventured to guess she was in her mid fifties and judicially detached due to the lack of a wedding ring on her left hand.  They headed to the cafe / snack bar.  Since he had done most of the jobs in the center as he rose to the top, Robert was able to break out some burgers, buns and fries and put together a pretty good impromptu meal.  He realized the cooking skills were never lost, just dormant.  
     "Great job Robert.  Way to pull this meal out of your ass.  I'm impressed."
     "That's not the only thing I can pull out."  He just stood there and smiled while he did the quick set of two dishes and grill items.  
     On her way to the bathroom, she brushed up against his backside as he was still cleaning up the mess and smacked him on the ass.  
     Robert and Dawn discussed their likes, dislikes, kids, ex's, where they were originally from and other small talk.  Time just flew by for the both of them.  Robert looked up and saw the sun was down and the mountain top was dark.  He turned on some of the inside and outside lights. The snow was at least 2 feet deep in the shallow areas.  
     "Looks like we're both stuck here for the night.  I have a futon in my office upstairs and I have some extra clothes you can sleep in.  The plows will probably be up here in the morning.  We'll get out then."
     He escorted Dawn up the office, went into the closet and gave her a pair of sweats of the shelf and closed the door.  Robert would sleep just outside the office on couch.  It wasn't the most comfortable sleep, but it was sleep.  He always slept in the buff.  Dumping his clothes on the floor, he quickly wrapped himself in a blanket and plopped on the couch.  He drifted off to sleep.  It usually only took him a few minutes to doze off.  All of a sudden he felt the presence of something.  He opened his eyes and there was Dawn standing there in front of the couch with only panties and the sweat top on.  
     "I can't sleep.  That wind keeps whistling is keeping me awake.  Come in the office and lie down with me.  I'm a little scared."
     Robert thought nothing of it.  He would just keep the blanket rolled around him and curl up behind her and then go back to sleep.  Getting off the couch, he keep the blanked around him for he was still naked underneath.  She got on the futon first and he positioned himself behind her. Robert just wanted to get back to sleep.  He was up at four a.m. this morning for work.  He was beat.  But, it was nice to semi-spoon with a stranger.  Sliding off to sleep, he eventually ended up positioning himself on his back.  Almost asleep, he felt a cold chill on his midsection.
     Dawn had unwrapped him from the blanket and has his penis in her mouth swiping her gingiva with the tip while massaging his balls...........

Day Seven of 30

     I see you walking down the hall,

     Moving that body side to side.

     Thinking if one day I would see it all, 

     Stand behind you with my tube of astroglide.

     You tease me with your eyes at work,

     Wondering if you would give me a chance.

     Even though my thought process is just a quirk,

     Soon I hope our bodies will get to do that naked horizontal dance.

     Sometimes I lay awake at night,

     Pondering about us one day being together.

     Surely, one day you would give me the invite,

     To smack that ass with some fine leather.

     But, all I can do is hope,

     Soon I will get the go ahead sign.

     Being in your shower and drop the soap,

     Eventually, going home and marking my headboard pine.

     Can't a man dream about you?

     The crotch in my pants is getting tighter.

     About my thoughts you never knew,

     I can put out your flame, being the love fire fighter.

     

     

     

     

     

     

Day Six of 30

     Paula was working at the Super Seven Motel just for the summer.  Her two boys were with her mom and the doctorate program was on break from the spring session.  It was a no brainer job that started early and let out about two p.m.  Being able to see and do things with her kids in the afternoons was a perfect fit for her and the motel.  Working six days a week was grueling, but Paula was about to bank most of the money. Saving for next semester was paramount in her long term plan.  A Phd in psychology would allow her to start a private practice, find a suitable place for her family and do some of the things they were able to afford since her no-good husband left.
     It was a very hot day and things were starting off slow.  The two hundred room motel was less than half full.  Paula knew she and the staff of 9 'room turnover specialists' would knock that task out in no time.
     After the morning huddle with the lead supervisor, Paula was on her way to the cart room.  Not paying attention rounding the corner, she almost ran into Filiberto.
     "Excuse me Filibero.  It's all my fault."
     "No problem Paula, the pleasure is all mine."
     Was he flirting with her again?  She never could tell.  He was so nice to her, all the time.  She was able to get a quick whiff of his semi-intoxicating cologne.  She thought she hadn't been that close to a man in over two years.  What a long time.  Just the thought, she could feel her panties slightly getting wet.  She had nothing immediately to say.  He was still standing there staring into her eyes.  'Say something', she thought.
     Filiberto was an olive skinned Mexican National that worked for the maintenance department.  They often engaged in small talk, for she just like to hear his accent. It was really sexy.  He also always unbuttoned his work shirt mid way down his chest, showing off that cro magnon motif.
     Paula quickly just turned and walked hurriedly to the cart room.  Gathering her work gear and heading to the first dirty room on her chart, she actually dreamed Filiberto naked.  Just naked, no sex.  Funny how that works.
     She was half way done with her rooms.  It was lunch time.  Paula always packed a lunch and put it on her cart.  Saving  a lot of money that way, she always went back to the prep room.  But, this time she was too tired to walk all the way back and wanted to finish early.  So, she just stayed in the last room, cranked the air conditioner and sat at the desk and started lunch.  With the room no cooling off a rapidly as she would have liked, she removed her cotton panties to get some cooling relief.  Just as she had her panties around her ankles, Filiberto carded the door and walked in.
     Embarrassed, Paula scooped up her undies and faced the wall, sat back down and starting to eat her meal.
     "Excuse me Paula, I'm just changing the flapper in the toilet. I'll be done in a minute."
     "Ok."
     As he banged around in the bathroom, all of a sudden Paula got some balls.
     'I haven't had sex in over two years, been studying my ass off in school and shunned every guy that has recently asked me out.  What am I waiting for.'
     Even though she could not believe it, Paula got up and hung the white cotton panties on the inside handle of the outside door.  Having second thoughts as she sat back down, it was too late.  Filibeto was coming out of the bathroom.
     "Adios Paula."
     He turned grabbed the door and jumped back.  Filiberto stood there for a second turned around, dropped his tools walked toward Paula.  She didn't move a muscle and didn't even turn to look his way.  As his breathing got heavier as he got closer to her.  She felt his muscular hands on her shoulders, massaging them as if he was prepping them for a workout.
     Paula still didn't move a muscle.  She was slightly scared but very horny.  It was still early in the lunch hour and no one would expect them or miss them. The smell of grease permeated the desk corner.  She felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest.  Surprisingly she felt his rough tongue on the back of her neck.  She didn't care, at this point.  All she wanted was a stiff dick inside of her.  Satisfaction galore.
     Filiberto had her stand and walk over to the bed.  He bent her over and hiked her uniform up.
     'This is it. Taking one for the team. It had been so long,' she surmised.
     Then 'wack'.
     'What the hell?' she thought.  'That's not a stiff dick, that's a stiff palm!'
     She tried to turn around, but Filiberto had her waist penned to the bed with his left forearm.
     'Wack.'
      Even though she tried, no sound came from Paula's mouth.  She felt herself becoming wetter with every slap of the butt.  Pussy juice was starting to run down her legs.  Filiberto was probably ten lashes in before the pleasure overcame the pain.  She stopped squirming and started to look forward to every swing.
     Paula could start to feel an orgasm build up near the count of twenty.  By thirty, she was shaking uncontrollably and by forty she felt the orgasmic seizure that allowed him to stop thrashing her. Her breathing was as if she ran a mile being out of shape. She lay there on the bed with her legs still spread touching the floor and wet on the inside.  All her senses were shutdown for a few minutes. When they came back on line, Filiberto was no where to be seen.  His tools were gone and her panties as well.
   

Day Five of 30

Saturday July 13th, 2013

Saturday's blog was rained out.... at a family reunion in Long Beach.  Tried like heck to get to the computer, but to no avail. Too much eating, drinking and socializing.  Gonna make it up this week.  Bummer........

Day Four of 30

     "Again," she ordered.  Shirley had said that over and over as he flicked her clit with the barbell of his tongue ring.  She was starting to clench his head with her thighs making it harder and harder for Tim to recognize the words coming out of her mouth.  Grabbing the back of his head, Time found it difficult to breath as time went on.  He laughed to himself, 'this is how David Carradine must have felt before he died.'  
     Before his passed out she came on his face.  This time Shirley actually squirted on his chin. She only did that when they allowed for intense and long foreplay.  They were in no hurry tonight. Even though her orgasm was almost finished, Tim still continued his assault on her clitoris making her butt jump off the bed in coordination with his tongue thrust.  She finally whimpered and pushed his head away.  
     Shirley tried to turn over and go to sleep but Tim had other ideas.  He asked her to raise her hips, inserted two pillows under her and positioned himself with his dick at the entrance to her vulva.  
     Tim got ready, steadied himself and aimed for the honey pot.  She groaned with a low moan.  Shirley loved the feel of his penis filling her up after a good oral sex session.  She knew that another and different orgasm was near.  Tim loved the way her vagina ring wall gripped his dick from all her ben wa ball exercises.  

Day Three of 30

     'What the hell?  How did I get here?' he thought.
    As he opened his crust laden eyes and looked at the ceiling, he did not recognize the room as he panned left to right.  Lying on his back in bed, Barry stretched out both arms as he yawned and quickly hit a body with his left arm.  He suddenly sat up looked over to his left and saw a woman half covered by a sheet, sleeping and probably naked underneath.  His brain intensely tried to recall the events that led up to this situation.  Still wiping the dried secretions from the outside corners of both eyes, Barry couldn't for the life of him, remember how he got and why he was here.  The why was pretty obvious.  He glanced over at the non-recognizable woman and surmised that they had sex.  There was even a spent condom at the foot of the bed.  'Safe and maybe not so sorry', he figured.
     Getting out of bed he realized he had on no clothes and his chest was very sore.  Scratching his chest, he felt the presence of bite marks all around his nipples.  That awareness actually made them hurt more.  'What the fuck happened last night?' as he tried to analyze the scene.
     He remembered going to Robin's apartment to play cards and that was it.  He didn't feel hung over or anything like that.  He just was tired and sore.  Barry walked around to the semi-naked mysterious woman on the other side of the bed.  Low and behold, it was Robin.  She was dead asleep.  From what he could tell, her hair was disheveled and makeup tossed.  'Must have been one wild night,' he guessed.

Day Two of 30

     Phillip thought the date with Pam was a bust.  Nothing had gone right.  He was late picking her up, he got the movie time wrong and had to see a different one and on top of all that, his belt buckle broke in the middle of the date.  How embarrassing.  She seemed to be having a semi-fun time but he really couldn't tell.  The only saving grace was that Pam was extremely nice to look at and had personality to boot.  

     After the movie they agreed to have a late night cocktail at the local neighborhood bar.  They both took a booth in the back.  

     "I'm sorry about our date tonight," Phillip apologized.  "This has been a comedy of errors and you have been such a good sport about it."

     "Well, I did realize your intentions were in the right place from the start. You even brought me flowers. That counts for something."

     Phillip did feel better after that and started to relax.  They sipped on their beers and decided to play a game of darts in the back of the bar.  On the way there, he was able to really get a good look at Pam.  He didn't notice the skinny jeans until now.  He was so preoccupied with how bad the date was going.  She wore those jeans and top like a onion wears it's skin.  

     "I'm not too good at this," Pam admitted as she grabbed the group of darts.  

     "Neither am I.  But what can go wrong playing darts?  Oh yeah, I don't want to speak too soon."

     They laughed.  Pam threw first and hit the wall off the target with the first one and a bullseye on the second one. She let out a small scream then ran over to Phillip and give him a victory hug.  All he could tell was the pair of breast that hit him through his shirt at his belly button.  Putting his arms around her to reciprocate, he quickly got a sniff of her perfume.  'Very nice', he thought. He was trying his best not to let his manhood suck the blood from his brain.  It would have been too obvious without a belt anyway.

     It was now his turn.  He had not told the complete truth when he said he wasn't that good at darts.  He 'forgot' to inform her about the darts league he played in every Tuesday night downtown.  But, he was no dummy.  'Let the girl win,' he surmised.  I didn't take too long to think that one up.  He wildly threw each dart hitting the outside edge of the target both times.  

     Finishing darts, they headed back to the table.  Phillip was more relaxed with downing 3 beers.  Pam was sucking down her suds like a champ. As the conversations got looser, the subject matter got more personal...........

Day One of 30

     It was a long week at the office and he was glad the last patient left ten minutes ago.  This was only his third week as lead P.A. and it was going well.  Paul was so glad to get away from Omaha, home of his ex-girlfriend.  It was what any doctor would order.  The new office was full of vibrant medical assistants, nurses, front desk personnel and a few docs.  He almost did not respond to his initial application from  Ear, Nose and Throat Associates of South West Colorado.  Paul was not sure he would even like Durango, CO.  But, the small town of it all really impressed him.  The people here were so friendly.  Especially that super fine Peggy.  She had a body that did not quit.  He could even tell when she had on the loose fitting scrub top and pants.  What potential.  

     Paul was last to leave and lock up the office.  He was amazed how they trusted him so fast with security and even the key.  It was a cooling off summer day.  Durango was so small and quaint that he would walk to work.  

     Strolling through rustic downtown was something he looked forward to.  There were so many unique shops.  Often,  Paul would stop and check some of them out.  The Martini Bar was his favorite.  They had 230 different flavors of martinis.  Today was a great day to stop.  As he grabbed the handle of the door to go in, he heard a familiar laugh back in the corner of the bar.  Low and behold, it was Peggy.  

     Their eyes met and smiles followed.  As he headed to the bar, she motioned for him to come and sit with her and her girlfriend.  Upon arriving at their table he noticed the convention of legs and short shorts under the table.  'Sweet' he thought.  

     "Betty, this is one of my co-workers, Paul. Paul, this is my roommate Betty."

     "Nice to meet you Betty.  Well, I guess I'll let you girls continue your conversation and sit at the bar."

     "Nonsense."  Betty replied.  "Just sit right down next to me and keep us company and keep the weirdos away from us. Besides, Peggy you didn't tell me that the new guy was this good looking."

     Paul blushed through his olive skin.  He ordered a twinkie martini.  His favorite.  The real ones might be gone for now, but you can always make the ultimate fake one with alcohol. 

     Betty and Peggy continued their conversation and Paul didn't mind a bit.  He was just happy to be sitting with someone and not alone.  Plus, it gave him time to really check out both girls.  Betty, he surmised, was probably mid forties. She had slight cracks in smile line of her face.  A little too much sun.  That matched the sun bleached hair.  Peggy was much different.  Being either Indian or Spanish decent and also in her mid forties, her olive skin was almost flawless.  Having long jet black hair was a real turn on for him.  Maybe, one day in the near future, he could wrap her hair around his dick like a starting cord on a lawn mower.  That would be different.

Men Representing in Erotica

With ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ being my first reference point of the world of erotica, I have seen more male authors pop up.   Exploring twitter, facebook and linkedin, the numbers of men writing erotica increases weekly.  Being new to the genre, my passion and respect for male induced erotica is off the chart.  I feel that the genre does not have to be sex specific for the same task can be completed by both sexes. Joking with my friends, I tell them male authors in erotica are sometimes just more quick and to the point than their counterparts.  Go men go.  

Divorce and the Rebound.....

 Divorce can be tragic and painful.  The collateral damage can be enormous.  With the right help, one can overcome and bounce back from it.  Dating after the divorce is final can be quite the challenge. You can go from actually hating the opposite sex generally to immediately filling that partner void with the first someone that comes around.  Both can be detrimental to one obtaining a positive relationship with someone.  You definitely have to kiss a few frogs to find that prince or princess.

Hopefully you learn from all the "rebound" encounters.  And, that's all they may end up to be, just encounters.

Meeting the opposite sex can be quite challenging at your 40's and 50's.  A lot of my friends find it difficult to meet someone on their own level.  Everyone has baggage.  But, you have to decide if you can handle a tote or a trailer full of baggage.  And, then there is the chance that you gravitate towards someone like your ex.  Which, in the end game, is very common.  Sometimes better to throw the dice in Las Vegas.

First Post... The Prequel

     This entire process started after some soul searching and discussion with myself the end of 2012 and the beginning of 2013.  With no more room for healing after my divorce, I felt there a need to examine and expose the lives and effects of post-divorce dating and relationships.  Why erotica you ask?  My answer is, because I can.  That's why a dog licks himself, sun comes up in the morning and the moon rises at night.  

     Sometimes you have to go against the grain and against everything inside of you that tells you not to even attempt to write this genre.  I have gotten many doubters from friends and foes alike.  But once again we are back to the original focus.  It's what I want to do.  I've researched many blogs and chat rooms that say men can not write erotica.  I say we can.   Sometimes it's just a shorter and more to the point view than our counterparts.  
     
     This journey has been one not taken lightly.  One of my main sources for information about indie writing, www.bookdesigner.com, has been instrumental in my finishing this campaign.  Independent publishing is quite a labor of love.  There were many times I just wanted to give up.  Especially at the end.  Just getting over that final hump was enough to end it.  But, pretty much done in the next couple of days.  

 

     Writing a "prequel" just to get my feet wet was a blast.  To actually see my book content and cover on smashwords.com and Amazon was almost scary.  I was hanging with the big boys and girls.  That pushed me over the final hump I just mentioned.  My next move is to get the main novel "Rebound: It's just not for Basketball" up and running on smashwords.com and Amazon.  Then move on to getting the hard copy printed.  Mid July was my time frame and I'm on target.

     Thanks to Jacob Drake for formatting, Amanda Kruse for copy editing and a host of friends that read thru all the rough drafts all the while giving me those crazy faces, text and emails.  Those are really memorable.  I've go at least two more books in me at this point.  A "rebound trilogy".    I thank you all.