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Call for Submissions: Erotic Mythology Anthology

Hot on the heels of her Uniform Behaviour antho, Lucy Felthouse is putting together a brand new collection of mythologically-based erotic stories! Here's her call for subs:

Call for Submissions

Untitled Anthology
Mythology theme

Editor: Lucy Felthouse
Publisher: Um… me!
Deadline: 30th April 2011
Payment: To be determined – details below

Having thoroughly enjoyed the process of editing my first anthology, Uniform Behaviour, I thought it'd be fun to do another one. This time, however, I put the theme of the anthology out to vote and mythology won! So I kept my word and this is the theme for the as yet untitled eBook. Details are as follows:

I'm looking for stories involving mythology. I want myths and legends from all over the world, and from different periods of time. You can set the stories in the past or the present. That's pretty much it! Just send me erotic stories from the depths of your imagination.

Please stick to the usual rules, i.e. no underage sex, no non-consensual scenes, incest and other yucky stuff. No poetry, please. Normally I'd also mention bestiality here, but given the theme of the anthology I suspect there are going to be creatures of some kind involved!

I will select 25 stories for this anthology and then split the proceeds equally, dependent on what I receive from each outlet after they take their cut. I'll be submitting to the usual retailers; Amazon, iBooks, Smashwords, etc. I look forward to reading your stories!

How to submit: Send double-spaced Arial/Calibri 12 point black font Word or RTF document. Your story should be 1,500 – 4,000 words. Please indent the first line of each paragraph half an inch. Please include your word count, real name, pen name (if applicable), and 50 word or less bio in third person. I'll also require the email address you use for your PayPal account, as this is how I will be paying you when I have myself received funds. You can submit as many stories as you like – within reason!

Please send your completed story to lucy (at) lucyfelthouse (dot) co (dot) uk. In the subject line, please write Submission for Mythology Anthology. I look forward to reading your stories! Closing date is 30th April. Providing I'm not totally swamped with stories, I'll do my best to come back to you by the end of May. Any questions should also be directed to this email address.

ALSO: Please spread the word! Feel free to post this call on your own blogs/sites, Tweet about it, Facebook it, anything! The more the merrier!

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Free Shower Sex! I mean...a free erotic story about it...

Who else loves Oysters & Chocolate? (The website, not the foods--that's a whole other post) Well, I happen to have a new free read posted at O&C. Shower Fittings is a funny little married couple shower sex story.
Shower sex is Sterling's first love--and it's the one thing Michelle's afraid to do. Trouble is, it's all too easy to slip and fall when you're barefoot in soap and suds. She knows Sterling would do anything for her. Can't she work up the courage to do this one special thing for him? There's got to be a dreamshower out there for both of them. Too bad they have to do some minor trespassing to get to it.
Read the story for free: here: http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Stories/2140/ShowerFittings.aspx#
If you like it and you're into tales of nakedness in all its forms, you might also want to check out the Cleis Press anthology Smooth: Erotic Stories for Women
that first featured Shower Fittings:Hugs,
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A Shout Out to Chosen Families on Family Day

I consider myself very fortunate to be an out queer woman who has a great relationship with her family. There are many, many LGBT folks who aren't so lucky. That's where the idea of the "Chosen Family" comes from.Copyright (c) 123RF Stock Photos
A chosen family consists of people we have strong ties, even if those ties are not biological. It's kind of a queer community term, but you certainly don't have to be queer to consider yourself a member of a chosen family.
To me, a family is love, and love means sticking it out even when you drive each other crazy. Family consists of those people you can disagree with, maybe have a screaming match with every once in a while, and know they'll still be there the next day.
Family are those people you tell everything, or perhaps delay telling about that new crush because you know they're going to say, "Don't even think about it! She's not good enough for you!" They're the people who laugh when you get a bad haircut and poke your belly when you're putting on weight.
At a glance, this painting of "Family" seems awfully...awful! You might be thinking, "Sheesh, I would never want a family like that!" But family is so much more than just nit-pickers and belly-pokers. They're the people you can call in tears at three o'clock in the morning, the ones who grumble about helping you move yet again but do it anyway. They celebrate holidays with you, and pick up little gifts because "it was on sale and it made me think of you."
A true family's bond is thicker than blood, and when you're with those people who love you unconditionally, you feel their warmth. They'll always be there to support you through life, and you'll always be there for them.
That's a chosen family.
Happy Family Day!Hugs,Giselle



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NEW RELEASE: Painting With Brushes by Giselle Renarde

My first release with Amber Quill Press is out today, and it's on sale for only $1.95 for a limited time only. This baby is MMF ménage, because I know so many of you love the hot man-on-man action. It's full of friction and fun...and then more friction! Enjoy!

Painting With Brushes
by Giselle Renarde
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-066-5 (Electronic)

Claudia detests Mark. Mark detests Claudia. But they both love Jason Paul...

Two years after Claudia's bisexual husband Jason Paul leaves her to live with Mark, she finds herself unemployed but desperate to stay in the city. As she sees it, the only solution is to move in with her ex and his lover Mark, whom she despises.

When she comes to prep her new bedroom with a fresh coat of paint, Mark immediately criticizes her work. Of course, she won't hand over her brush to him, but concedes to let him help. Before she knows what's happening, however, sparks ignite, and Claudia begins to recognize the romantic and erotic possibilities of having two men in her bed and in her life...

Genres: Contemporary / Romantic Comedy / Interracial / Multicultural / Ménage (M/M/F) / Group Sex / Bisexual Activity (M/M)
Heat Level: 3
Length: Amber Kiss (8k words)

Read a short excerpt...

...Claudia knew the truth. She'd always sensed it, but now she knew for certain. "You were in our bedroom when Jason Paul was still my husband." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Certainly it was true. In his silence, she waited for tears, but they didn't come. She didn't have it in her to be upset with them any longer. When she pictured Mark and her husband in bed together, the image made her tingle. "You made love to him in our bed, didn't you?" One man and another man, their bodies writhing together…rough sex…tender kisses…

"When you were away," Mark admitted. He didn't stop painting to confess. "You visited your mother the summer Jason Paul and I first met. We lived in your bed that entire week."

She nodded. Where had her anger gone? She felt none of it. In fact, when she reflected on the two men falling in love and into bed, it seemed romantic. She had the choice to play a bit part in their love story, or to play the evil witch. Why had she chosen the latter? Why had she made their love more difficult than it had to be? Simple enough, she thought. Jason Paul was her husband. Of course she felt possessive of him—she was in love with him, too!

Was it possible to love selflessly, she wondered? One could love one's children and one's parents without ego interference. Yes, it was very possible to love two people at once. But being in love was different. In love, she'd been jealous and controlling. It didn't seem like too much to ask, at the time, that her husband not sleep with other people. Love was such a crazy animal. Uncontrollable.

"I had a feeling you did," she said. "Something about the sheets. They seemed more tousled than usual."

"We washed them."

"Even so."

"We had sex up against the washing machine," he reflected.

The early days of any affair were always halcyon. Mark shook his head, staring at the wall. "Sorry. I'm sure you didn't need to know that."

"I don't mind." Claudia actually smiled when she pictured them together. And then she surprised herself by saying, "Tell me about it..."

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SHE is the Cat's Mother: Idiomatic Talk for Writers and Readers

I have very vague recollections of my great-grandmother saying "She is the cat's mother" and of having absolutely no idea what she was talking about.
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Of course, I would have been very young at the time, and not particularly adept at parsing idiomatic English, so it took an explanation from my grandma to clarify. The axiom "She is the cat's mother" was my great-grandmother's way of saying that it's rude to refer to a person as she. She is the cat's mother; humans ought to be referred to by name, as Jane, or Mrs. Macintosh, or Grandma.
My grandmother on the other side of the family had a favourite saying, too: "Quand le chat est parti, les souris dansent." I was an adult before I ever realized there was an English equivalent to that saying, and that it actually rhymed: "When the cat's away, the mice will play." I suppose it was grand-mère's way of telling us she didn't trust us kids for a second, unsupervised.
I had a grandfather who said, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" each time he tried to give us kids money we wouldn't accept. Apparently, when checking on a horse's health, one looks at its teeth. If you're buying a horse, by all means check out those teeth, but if you're given a horse for free it's rude to analyze the gift.
Keeping with this animal theme, my girlfriend often spouts a saying of her grandmother's: "Hay is for horses." Want to guess what that's in response to? "Hey, guess what?" And I say that a lot...which means I hear that saying, "Hay is for horses," just as often.
Maybe these sayings, proverbs, axioms, whatever you'd like to call them, stand out in my mind because I didn't understand them on first hearing. They're cute, and every one unique, in my mind, to the speaker.
Idiomatic speech might not be so particular as outdated axioms, but we all have turns of phrase we favour and others we rarely use. If there's one mistake many writers make in scripting dialogue, I would say it's overuse of a common lexicon across all characters. It's an incredibly easy trap to fall into: this is the way I talk, so this is the way all my characters will talk.
We may not notice that each of our characters says, "You're barking up the wrong tree," or "She's got an axe to grind," or "Mum's the word," but readers will. This is particularly obvious when characters across various generations or social groups use the same turns of phrase.
My grandmother would never say, "That sucks," but I would, whereas my friend Jamie would say, "Bad news bears!" If I step on somebody's toes, the first word out of my mouth is, "Désolée!" whereas you might say, "I'm sorry," and your character who's having a rotten day might say, "Outta my way, jackass!"
Another important detail for us writers to watch is our use of idiomatic language within the narrative as compared to dialogue. If we're writing in deep third, for instance, and we tend to use our POV character's turns of phrase within the narrative, it's very obvious when those exact same turns of phrase show up the dialogue. We don't want for my great-grandmother Martha to say, "My God! She's beautiful! Who is she?" and Billy Joe Bob at the diner to reply...oh, for example... "SHE is the cat's mother."
Long story short: we all use varied turns of phrase and so should our characters.
As a parting shot (like all my idiomatic language today?) I'll ask questions to both the writers and the readers who have stuck it out through all this "writing" talk:
Writers, do you find there are certain idioms, sayings, or turns of phrase you can't get away from in dialogue? How aware are you of differentiation of lexicon between characters?

Readers, did the stories about my grandparents' favourite sayings bring any lost proverbs to mind? Do you remember your parents or grandparents overusing certain turns of phrase? And do you ever catch yourself saying them now and think, "Ach! I'm becoming my mother!"
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Is My Girlfriend A Sex Dream Psychic?

I'm convinced my girlfriend knows when I'm about to cheat on her in my sleep.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Sweet knew she'd be working in the city in the morning, so we had plans to go out for a late lunch and then back to my place for..."dessert" as they say.
Now, one thing you should know about me is that I keep very odd hours. I don't usually go to bed until 4 in the morning at the earliest, and I'll often sleep until noon. Bad, bad habit, but my body seems to like it.
Of course, my girlfriend knows what I'm like and was smart enough to give me a wake-up call. Here's what she interrupted:

I'm some kind of CSI-type investigator person and I'm working alongside the Spanish dude from Without a Trace (I don't remember his name). We're smooshed into a car as we check out some evidence inside it. Cramped quarters. Bodies pressed tight together, shoulder to shoulder. We're discussing the case but the sexual tension is out of this world. We turn our heads and I know it, I can feel it...we're about to kiss...

Ring ring ring ring ring!
God damn it! The phone was ringing and I had to toss off the covers and stumble to the cordless on my desk and grumble, "Hello?"
"Just wanted to make sure you're awake," she said in that super-sweet voice of hers. It was almost like she knew what she was doing. "Don't forget lunch, okay?"
Hearing Sweet's voice always makes me instantly happy, but I was still a little curious how that dream would play out. So I didn't get up. I went back to bed. I dreamed, but it was a different dream this time:

There's a girl. I don't know who she is, but she's hot: darkish skin, darkish hair, jeans and a black tank top...and massive breasts. She's in my apartment, for some reason, in the kitchen with me and she's talking about her long distance relationship, but I'm so focused on those gorgeous tits that I'm not really paying attention. I cling to her like a koala bear, wrapping my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. She carries me over to the couch and I nuzzle my face into the curve of her neck. What would she do if I copped a feel? I think she'd be okay with it, but I'm super-nervous. I'm going to do it. I'm going to touch them. I'm just going to run my hand down her chest and...

Ring ring ring ring ring!
Oh, you have got to be kidding me! I fell out of bed, hobbled across the bedroom, and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Did you go back to sleep?"
"Nnnn...yes?"
Sweet knows me far too well. "Get up. Get dressed."
So I did. Bed was tempting, but I didn't go back. As I got ready to leave the house, I kept puzzling over the impeccable timing of those two phone calls. I mean, they were spot on. Both times, she called at precisely the moment I was going to start up with somebody that wasn't her. At lunch, I told her the whole story. She claims she had no idea, but I've got to wonder. Can such uncanny timing really be coincidental, or is my girlfriend a secret sex dream psychic?
Hmmm...
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PANTIES is the answer! (What was the question?)

I knew you'd ask, so I'll just come right out and tell you that I've abandoned my Bah Humbug attitude toward Valentine's Day. It's just one more excuse to buy Sweet presents, so...yay! Now that I view myself as the provider rather than recipient of romantic gestures, I'm on the V-Day bandwagon, no longer disgrunted, no longer cynical.
So, what did I get Sweet for Valentine's day? Yes, that's right: I got her PANTIES!

And while we're on the topic of V-Day, you'll be glad to know the hottest piece of Valentine's Day erotica out there is now available from your favourite book seller, All Romance ebooks ! "All in a Valentine Day's Work" is the erotic story of Lexi's bisexual trek through an apartment building full of naughty tenants. I can't even begin to tell you how hot this book is...so I'll let the marketing materials do that for me LOL.
Before I hand you over, I just want to say I snuck a peek at this ebook and--visually--it is truly gorgeous. What a lovely job Shadowfire Press has done with it!
And now, without further ado,

All in a Valentine Day's Work by Giselle Renarde

A 'Be My Naughty Valentine' themed story

Genre: erotic bisexual Valentine themed story

Warnings: contains both m/f, f/f and menage/voyeurism

Heat Rating: Fire

All Romance ebook: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-allinavalentinedayswork-412350-144.html

Shadowfire Press? http://tinyurl.com/ylpz3su

Blurb

Take one sexy building super and add lots of naughty tenants.

I'm here to fix your plumbing....

Lexi the Sexi building superintendent (okay, assistant super) thinks she's taking Valentine's Day by storm. She doesn't do 'romance' or 'relationships.' Casual sex with attractive tenants is more her style. After an exhausting porn-watching session with a cute guy in the building, the beautiful Mrs. Suraj won't release her until those rusty pipes are fixed. The sexy super comes home to a pussycat pair of college friends desperate for someone to help them out with their Valentine's Day gift to each other: homemade porn! For Lexi, gettin' it on is all in a Valentine Day's work!

Excerpt

"Today is Saint Valentine's Day," she said. Her tone of voice was sweet almost to the point of being patronizing, like a school teacher.

"Yeah...." I couldn't stop staring at her neck. It was so long. And it met up seamlessly with her jaw line. Her contours flowed like silk. This Mrs. Suraj was a woman of incredible, indescribable beauty. "Oh," I said, snapping back into reality. "Valentine's, yeah it is."

Taking my hand between her soft palms, she asked, "Do you have a Valentine?"

I held my breath. I didn't want to hate her, but that question made me grit my teeth every time. "No," I said. No, I didn't have a goddamn Valentine to waste my money on. What a stupid holiday....

Sunita must have sensed my hostility. She changed gears. "When I was growing up in India, nobody had heard of Saint Valentine's Day. Now, you go to India and it is a big thing for the young people there. They love this idea of celebrating love and romance. It's like rock-and-roll was. It's a rebellion. It's good for them, I think."

"Oh," I said. I wasn't sure why she was telling me any of this, but I suddenly felt badly for snapping at her. It was undeserved.

Changing gears yet again, she went on to say, "My husband and I married for business reasons, not for love. It was more of a corporate merger than a marriage. From our second bedroom, he runs a textile business. From this bedroom..."

"Let me guess," I interrupted, looking around at the rolls of fabric strewn about the room and the sewing machine in the corner. Not to mention her trendy threads. "You're a fashion designer?"

She giggled. Her voice was like music. "I make some clothing, yes, but costumes mainly. Both our businesses are becoming highly successful. I have contracts with a major theatre company and a few smaller film productions."

Noticing the bed was draped in layers of fabrics, I said, "If this is your bedroom, where do you sleep?"

"There is a bed somewhere underneath this mess," she said, sorting through fabric. "I sleep in here and my husband sleeps on the couch in his office. That is my problem." Sunita must have noticed me eyeing the door, because she shifted to block the exit. Okay, that was a little weird.

I started to ramble, "If you moved your office into the dining room, you and your husband wouldn't have to contend with all this fabric at the end of the day. Your bedroom should be your sanctuary. When you enter it, you should forget all the problems of the outside world."

"Even so," she said. "My husband has no time for me. And even if he had time, he would still have no idea how to please a woman." She took a step toward me. "He has no clue how to give me pleasure."

Gazing at Sunita's long black hair, her glowing cinnamon skin, and her delicate features, I admit I was tempted. And who could blame me? Her blouse was tight, and buttoned almost all the way to the neck. From her perfectly proportioned hips flowed a long skirt. I was drooling to see what was underneath.

"I'm not exactly sure why I'm here," I lied, trying to appear puzzled.

"I've seen you around the building and, forgive me if I'm wrong, but judging from the clothes you wear and your short-short hair, I thought you might..." She was searching for the right words, I guess. "...you might have some experience in pleasuring women?"

I gasped. I tried not to. It seemed really nerdy to react so obviously, but I couldn't help it. True, my tank top and cargo pants were a far cry from the smart outfits most city girls wore, but I always hated it when people pigeonholed me based on my clothes or the fact that I fixed things for a living.

When Sunita brushed my bare arm with her fingers, all bets were off. Man Alive, she looked at me so seductively I had to let it go. I wanted her. I couldn't resist. "But your husband's in the next room..." I stammered. Not that I cared all that much, it just seemed a little rude to cheat on him on Valentine's Day. Or any other day, I guess.

"Oh, he's working," she said with a shrug. "Nothing can distract him from his business. Trust me." I had to be dreaming! No way this was really happening.

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Attention Authors: PROMO Your Work TODAY at LoveRomancesCafe

It's Saturday February 12, 2011. Do you know where your EXCERPTS are?
This promo announcement came through my email, so I thought I'd let you all know. Great time to promote your work of any heat level, right in time for Valentine's Day!

**PERMISSION TO FORWARD GRANTED**
It's Valentine's Weekend and SATURDAY FEB. 12th, the LRC Loop is celebrating all about romance. It's our Valentine's Party and YOU are cordially invited to pop in and play with us.
SPECIAL EVENT: LR Cafe's Valentine's Open Excerpt Day
WHEN: Saturday February 12th, 2011
WHERE: LR Cafe Loop (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveromancescafe)
TIME: All day/Evening
A few items to note:
1) This is an open excerpt only type of day. This is NOT for you to tell us about where you are chatting, about new contracts, etc. That is considered promo and to be done on Mondays.
2) Put "EXCERPT" in the subject line, NOT "Promo" as that will get your post deleted with no warnings given.
3) Follow our excerpt posting rules. They can be found in our files section or you can email me if you have any questions. Basically it should be something like this for each excerpt you post here in the LRC: Excerpt/Heat rating of excerpt (think movie ratings)/Title/Genre of book
4) All genres are welcome-from inspirational to sweet to holy moly the computer screen melted HOT.
5) You can email me at dawn_roberto @ yahoo (dot) com if any questions
Come join the fun.
DawnOwner-LRC Loop

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NEW RELEASE: Expanded Definitions by Giselle Renarde

This one's a first--and for someone who's written well over a hundred short stories, there aren't many firsts left. You know I've got a lot of work on the market involving transgender characters, right? Well, I realized some time ago that I was always writing about trans women...most likely because I've got one firmly lodged in my...umm...let's say life. ;-)
Even though Sweet and I both have friends and acquaintances who are female-to-male transsexual, I had never written any stories involving FTM characters. Just never got around to it...until now!
Just in time for Valentine's Day, loveyoudivine Alterotica brings you my new, totally romantic, really sweet (but also graphic and explicitly sexual--this is me, after all!) EXPANDED DEFINITIONS.

When Patrick claims he's satisfied by nothing more than giving a woman pleasure, Alison doesn't believe him. She's convinced men are never contented until they've 'shoved their cocks down my throat, or up my ass or…I don't know…into an electrical socket.' Can Patrick the true romantic expand Alison's definition of sex, or will his secret former life scare her away for good?
Excerpt:
"The trick," Patrick told me, "is to find someone who complements you."

My throat produced that familiar noise that sounds something like a giggle, but only comes about when you're trying not to cry. "Yes, you really don't compliment me often enough. I'll feel much better if you tell me I'm pretty."

"Of course you're pretty, but that's not what I'm talking about." The off-handed compliment made my heart soar. "What I mean is that if you look for someone who's identical to you, there are too many sames." To illustrate his point, he withdrew his fingers from mine, only to press his fingertips against my fingertips so they exerted some pressure. "When someone's the same as you, all the sticky-outy parts meet up and you deflect each other. You see what I'm saying?"

"Yes," I sniffled. It suddenly occurred to me that this might be a break-up conversation, which I don't think I could have handled on a first date.

"But when you meet a person who complements you—and I don't mean this in a sexual sense—all the sticky-outy parts on you correspond to all the curvy-inny parts on them." Patrick brushed his fingertips down a touch until his were between mine. Our fingers no longer deflected one another. Now, they snuggled in, fingers woven between fingers, until we were holding hands again. "You see? When people complement each other, they fit together so easily."

Was he talking about us? I didn't want to ask; it was too early on. Instead, I sat perfectly still, gazing down at our interwoven fingers as though they might open to reveal a crystal ball. Was that my future cradled in the sweating palms of our hands? I had my doubts, but I could so easily be swayed.

It's available for purchase now from All Romance ebooks, and in a couple days I'm sure it'll be up at Amazon and a bunch of other retailers, too. Best of all, it's only $2.00 at ARe, so Buy Now!
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Dance Me To The World's Sexiest Music

With Valentine's Day on the way, I've got sexy music on the brain.
When I asked myself, "What's the sexiest song ever?" it was first an artist who came to mind. It was Leonard Cohen. I've been half in love with Leonard Cohen for years now, and when I tried to narrow down which among his many songs is itself the sexiest...well, the first one that came to mind was Dance Me To The End of Love...but then I realized that was only because it had the word "Love" in the title.
"I'm Your Man"...now THAT'S a sexy song! Strangely, I always envision it as a lesbian song. I guess that's because if I were ever to take part in a drag king performance, I would absolutely wear a suit and a fedora and sing this number to all the lovely ladies in the crowd. Though, upon reflection, it's not only the lyrics but the trotting sort of cowboy beat that makes "I'm Your Man" irresistibly sexy.


The next number on the Leonard Cohen songlist that jumped out as sexy was "Who by Fire." Again, it's about the beat, the lyrics (which are, yes, more melancholy than explicitly erotic, but maybe that's what makes them so sexy), and the overall intriguing feel of the piece. Here it is performed by another fine poet, Buck 65 (I love him to death, I really do) and Jenn Grant:



My final pick is one Leonard Cohen referred to on tour as a prayer, and I certainly hear that quality in "If It Be Your Will" but I also hear it as a love song every time I listen to it. Why? Because the ultimate act of love is the sacrifice of personal will do the other. I guess that sounds a little more submissive than I usually come across, but maybe conscientious submission is the ultimate act of love.

I've chosen this video of the Webb sisters on tour with Leonard Cohen not only because it's a gorgeous rendition, but because I attended this very performance at the Sony Centre. Happy memories.



Your turn: what songs do you consider sexy? Is it music that would have other people looking at you askance and asking, "What's so sexy about that?" (as I'm sure you're doing right now as you listen to my picks) or are you all about the old fashioned love songs? And, if so, which ones?
Tell All! It's beginning to look a lot like V-Day!
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