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A Slutcracker Saturday Surprise!

TODAY’S BREW: Broke down for a Starbuck’s Peppermint Mocha

By Julie

Thursday night The Undead Duo with accompaniment had the extreme pleasure of seeing The Slutcracker, in which our beyond perfect friend Ludella Hahn performed. (If you don’t know this picture of perfection, find her here. and like her on Facebook .)

Photo: Sorry Santa...I think all the cookies are for me. (I'm a naughty elf.)<br />
Photos by Evan Smith Photography. Shot for my cover feature last December in Drive-In Magazine.</p>

Because I’m all filled with holiday joy after the “sextravaganza” of The Slutcracker, I’m prickly to present an excerpt from the sexy novel our good friend Jillian Marques is working on.

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE JILL’S MOM, SHE REQUESTS YOU READ NO FURTHER. Everyone else, enjoy some Sextastic Saturday…..

When I had finally calmed I told him the whole story. I could see he was struggling not to get up and find the fiend responsible. But instead he sat and held my hand. Staring intently into my eyes I felt whole. This is what I needed. With a silent signal, he knew.

He undressed slowly… Smirking with a sexy grin, like this is what he had really been expecting. I went to sit up and make room but he shook his head. He stood at the end of the tub and spread my legs. He stepped in slowly and knelt down. I didn’t realize he was hard, or wanted me right now, like this. He laid his chest on top of me not letting his full weight pull me under. He looked so deeply into my eyes; I swear he found my soul. The deepest darkest place inside me was yearning to be found.

He kissed me, slowly at first. But the smoldering embers started to blaze with fire as I felt his tongue, his breath reach inside me. We sank into the water, completely submerged. For once I wasn’t worried about the mess we were making and just let myself go. We breathed in and out with each other. Embraced in this ridiculous position I would never able to move away. I didn’t feel suffocated. I felt free.

I felt his fingers slowly move down my breast to my road to heaven. He slipped in as I let out a moan. He gently massaged and moved his way around as I wiggled to control myself. I needed air so I slowly started to move us up. He never stopped touching me. I let out a gasp as the water dripped down my hair and face. He nibbled my ear and kissed down my neck to my collar bone. He grazed his teeth there and I quivered with anticipation. I don’t know where it came from but I whispered “I’m a beast, unleash me.”

He looked at me, his eyes on fire. He started to move away, getting out of the tub. He wrapped himself in a towel and held a hand out to me. He lifted me, still wet, and I wrapped my legs around him. We bumped into everything on the way to the bedroom. Walls, tables, a lamp, pretty sure its broken. But I didn’t care. It was the here and now. My hair let droplets fall down my body as he laid me down. He unwrapped his towel and lay next to me. I wanted him…

He held my hands down so I couldn’t touch him. I wanted to grab his cock and shove it inside me so I could find my bliss. He lifted his body over me and slid down, his face at my belly button, his hands gripping my ass. He stopped there, using his tongue to trace the line of my hips down to the gates of heaven. He worked his smooth tongue in and out, spreading my legs and squeezing me closer to go deeper. He started to hum, vibrating everything his face, his lips, his tongue touched. I grasped the pillow.

“Fuck!” I let out.

“Oh, really?”

I reached down and pulled him towards me. He softy grazed my body with his and once his lips were close enough to mine I swiftly flipped him over so I was straddling him. I had waited long enough; it was my turn to be in control.

I rubbed his chest up and down as I took in every muscle, every wrinkle, and every hair. As I leaned down I let my nipples brush his chest, his arms, his neck. I put them over his face so that he was surrounded by my overflowing breasts. He squeezed my ass to bring me closer. His hands made their way around my hips underneath my cheeks and he gently started to massage me as he his tongue found my collarbone. He traced the line of it up to my ear and ever so gently nibbled my lobe. How did this man know exactly how to drive me crazy? I let out a heavy sigh, I didn’t want any of it to stop. His hot breathe was in my ear as he whispered “I want you.”

I slowly sat up. He removed his hands from my ass and moved to my front, one on a breast, the other continuing to massage. I lifted ever so slightly and let him fall into me. His shaft filled me and it was excruciatingly pleasurable. I groaned. He kept massaging as I leaned back giving him a better view of all aspects of my womanhood. I could feel the stretch in my thighs and the small of my back. He grabbed my thighs and thrust in to me so hard that I let out a yelp of pain, a good pain and I wanted him to do it again… and again…and again.

He could see how I was enjoying this moment so he gave me exactly what I wanted. He squeezed my thighs harder as he thrust with every hip movement into me. I could feel the intensity building together. I could see the fireworks as the heat flowed from inside me. He quickly sat up to bring me close and without ever losing his touch pulled his knees underneath for more leverage, my legs wrapped around him. He brought himself up with every thrust and I was weightless. I pressed myself against him so I could feel every muscle, every breath. My arms wrapped around his back and let my nails graze the skin next to his spine. His breathe caught and he shivered… success. I smiled to myself as he kissed my neck in a million places. I couldn’t hold on much longer like this but I didn’t want it to end.

I pushed him back and lay completely flat across him. There was not a single part of our bodies that didn’t touch. Our hips gyrated in a single motion as I found myself saying “More! More!” He thrust harder until my groans felt as if they would shake the walls. I exploded with ecstasy feeling him shake beneath me. The joint release was so powerful that we breathed in unison until we could catch our breath. I kept flexing my muscles from the inside and each time his breath caught and he held me closer.

I gently slid to the side, leaving my arm across his chest. He gently stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes to enjoy this warm, blissful place I had found. This man was real. He made me feel more alive, and more woman than any individual before. I was fairly certain I had completely fallen for this man as I drifted into sleep.

I woke with a start when I could feel Adam slipping his arm out from underneath me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Stay.” I whispered. He stared at me intently. “Stay.” As I said it my eyes started to well as the reality of the day had come crashing down on me.

He climbed back into bed and laid down facing me. I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you Janie.” He brushed my hair from my face. “I’ll stay forever if you want me.”

I let the tears flow. I had never felt so free to be this emotional. He wrapped his arms around me and let me extricate myself of these fears.


Falling Off The Cliff: Banning Books

Today’s Brew: My last Pumpkin Spice K cup. Must. Get. More.

by Kristen

In this week’s news, the US Government got the band back together. Whatever. Besides the people who were unfairly put out of a job because of their foolishness,  I don’ t think many of us noticed they were gone. There was also another group of workers effected by foolishness of big bureaucracy:  self published authors.

This is how I understand it:  WH Smith, a UK bookseller, received complaints that pornographic books were being marketed along side children’s books.  Instead of simply fixing the problem, they took down their entire website so they could remove all self published books.

Again, this is how I understand it:  Someone at WH Smith didn’t do their job correctly in the first place, causing books that should never be mixed together to come up together. Instead of fixing the immediate problem, they punished a huge percentage of their vendors who aren’t part of the problem.

Instead of pointing and laughing about how stupid this is, Kobo pulled all their self published books from its UK site. Amazon and Barnes and Noble pulled hard core erotica.

The UK has an Obscene Publications Act, which is vague at best, and the United States Supreme Court famously defines pornography as:

I shall not today attempt further to define the kinds of material I understand to be embraced within that shorthand description [“hard-core pornography”]; and perhaps I could never succeed in intelligibly doing so. But I know it when I see it, and the motion picture involved in this case is not that. –Justice Potter Stewart

So you don’t write Dinosaur Daddy Porn and you’re not self published.  Why should you do more than shrug?

Think about building a beautiful house overlooking the ocean.  Of course you build a safe distance from the cliff.  You need to protect your family, your safety, and your investment.  But each storm erodes a little bit of the earth that separates your beautiful family home from falling into the ocean. Your neighbor’s house starts to fall into the ocean.  Suddenly, you’re not so safe anymore.

If this seems like an extreme example, this is a real concern on the south shore of Massachusetts, and I’m sure many coastal communities.

When someone draws a line, we all get closer to it every time.  First it’s “pornography” or “offensive literature.” But we already decided we can’t define it. So hardcore erotica goes first.  So what about all these BDSM books?  Are they safe?   Let’s look at paranormal romance.  We have humans having sex with shapeshifters, or part time animals, so bestiality, or humans having sex with vampires, or dead people, so necrophilia.  Pretty offensive when you think of it like that.  Now what about extramarital affairs?  Sex before marriage? Sex before a certain age?  Kissing a boy?

When do we start attacking books that are too violent?  Horror?  True crime?

See where I’m going here?

I read the Story of O earlier this year, and I thought it was one of the most abusive tales I’d ever encountered.  But that’s safe since it has a major publisher. VC Andrews books are still up, in all their incestual glory.  So as long as you have the backing of major publishing, your offensive literature is safe.  For now anyway.  But self published romance authors have had their books removed.  Magan Vernon, a contemporary romance author, had her work removed from Kobo.  It’s back up in the United States, but she’s not sure about other countries.  I’ve read Magan’s work. It’s not pornography.

Romance is the top selling genre in literature today.  That includes erotica.  I know it’s because women love having the anonymity of reading steamy books on their electronic devices.  They don’t have to face a cashier to buy it, and no one can see what they’re reading on the train. If it wasn’t for sex, none of us would be here.  Why are we so uptight about human nature?  The more uptight we become, the more outlandish people will act in response to the repression.

I don’t condone abusive behavior of any kind.  These booksellers should have filtered out books that advocated sexual violence against children in the first place.

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