Lisa Fox's Blog, page 211
July 6, 2011
Public Service Announcement
Here are a couple of articles I've stumble across that I truly believe every woman should be aware of and read and because I care about all of you so much, I want you to have this vital information.
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Judging penis size by comparing index, ring fingers
An important study
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For all your travel and relocation needs
[Credit for finding this map goes to the incredible Graylin Fox]
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Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Bulge, Important Info, Penis Map, Penis Ratio, Penis Size, Research, Sexy Men
July 5, 2011
In Transit
I am on my way back home today after a lovely jaunt in New York mostly for the Romance Writer's of America conference but also for some shopping. Everything will get back on schedule soon and I'll be sure to catch up with all those emails/Tweets/etc. that I missed while I was gone.
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Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: #RWA11, Lisa Fox, RWA Conference, Sexy Men, Travel
July 4, 2011
Hot Men 4th of July Edition
Celebrating America
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Filed under: Holiday, Hot Men Tagged: 4th of July, America, Andres Velencoso, Flags, Fourth of July, Holiday, Sexy Men
July 3, 2011
July 2, 2011
Saturday Video – Puff the Magic Dragon
Does anyone else remember this show???
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Childhood Memories, Peter Paul & Mary, Puff the Magic Dragon, Saturday Video, Showing My Age
July 1, 2011
From The Vault of Goddess Karen
My Lovelies, in the spirit of my trip to Amsterdam plus my experience in the industry, I offer you a bit of fiction I wish had been borne of my own journals…however, it does take Life in my twisted mind…which is often just as salacious….
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I sit bored. The curtain has yet to go up on my peep show booth, I have yet to feast on my next bit o' flesh via glass, and my corset is making me sweat. I sit up straighter, trying to adjust the boning.
I am different than most–hell, all—of my coworkers. In essence a peep show is a labia splitting, titty showing, ass raising experience. I went into this line of work with a different purpose in mind. The linoleum cell the size of a queen-sized bed is MY domain. Instead of a futon mattress, I sit on a stool. There is no erotic reclining for me. No, no. My gear consists not of rubber implements and vibrating toys. I have delightful scores of my own tidbits. I demand more than the man-sluts' tips. I demand obeisance.
Forgive me, but I am not in the business of compromise.
I am an impressive five foot ten without heels, with which I am a more impressive six-foot- four. My tangled rambly red hair brushes the ceiling of my rented cell when I stand but I manage. I have a job to do. More than a job. A compulsion.
My legs are the master of my height. I have the longest femurs of anyone I know aside from drag queens. My ass does ride high, but not as impressive a sight as my hips. I have a 1950′s pin-up aura about me, undoubtedly why they hired me. When I let the manager lay eyes on me, I was wearing a waist cincher, fishnet tights, fuck-me boots and a leatherette bra. He can't say I didn't give him a clue.
The clientele who sees me either knows my proclivities or is educated. No liquid temptress am I. No feather boas or snap-crotch teddies. I never entered that realm & I never will. Some men, many men, need to be enlightened. I am their instructor.
From the other side of the glass I hear the fussy sound of the door being closed. Taking one slug from the pint of Southern Comfort I have tucked away, I am ready when his dollar token drops through the slot, thus raising my curtain. When he first lays eyes on me, I am cooling myself with a lace fan and laying my critical blue eyes upon him.
He's a repeat. Deposits tokens in the slot while he undresses, as is appropriately called for. Goddess forbid he makes me wait for his cash while he drops his drawers. Yes, this guy knows the routine. He stands tip-toe on the provided paper towels and gets totally naked, an act that makes me vomit in my mouth a little, but he's an easy enough guy and understanding of a mistress' needs.
Eagerly he meets my eyes. He reminds me of a dolphin or some other pale, hairless and ineffective sea creature. His mouth is an anemone. His cock, well, there is no adequate comparison. It just exists. I scootch my stool under me and shift up my titties. Dolphin Man's a breast guy. I torture him endlessly.
"So nice," he breathes through the speaker on the customer's side.
"I am well aware," I reply, caressing my barely concealed breasts over my corset. They sit atop the cups like two vanilla puddings. No sweet strawberry nips. Not unless he begs like a bitch and tips me well.
"They're real," he sighs, assuring himself as well as telling me nothing I don't already know. He goes to work on his dolphin-penis and stands tip toe as I rise above him.
"How do you come to your Highness today?"
"Oh, so full. So in need."
"Do I look like a cum rag? Did you mistake me for a porn poster?"
"God no."
"What?" I bark.
"Goddess…no." He slides a folded bill through my tip slot. I pick it up and spit on it. "Do better," I say to him with all the hostility of a SWAT cop. He obligingly stuffs my tip slot with all he grapples from his wallet, dolphin-penis swinging. I consider letting him see my strawberry nips. He must've just gotten paid.
I turn around, sweeping my fan across my alabaster ass visible outside my thong. I brace one long leg against the wall, peeking over my shoulder at my breast fetishist. He's flushed and in high gear.
"Please. Oh Goddess, I need you…" he begs.
I bend sideways, allowing access to my profile alone. My vanilla puddings bulge almost to spillage out of my corset top, and arching my back does more to send him into a frenzy. Denial. The ultimate motivator.
"If you please…" he gasps.
My side of the window is not greased as many girls have, a plate against which to smash their titties and rub them around like jelly-bags. Carefully I maneuver myself to his eye level and press gently against the glass separating us. He licks the quarter inch between us. I see his pink dolphin tongue flatten, aching for more. His hand, below my eyesight, works faster. He pants. I sigh, wishing for another swallow of Southern Comfort.
Gathering my puddings as twins, I squeeze them together and jiggle them teasingly. I fake passion as I run my hands over my neck, my shoulders, my waist. He is transfixed by the slideshow movement of my tits.
The inevitable happens. He continues to feed the slot with tokens as he dresses, only proper form. I hoist myself back onto my stool and light a cigarette. Dolphin Man blows me a kiss as he departs. As he does, I let slip one strawberry nip to keep him coming back.
It's only 2:38 AM, and I'm once again bored.
Filed under: Goddess Karen Tagged: Erotica, Flash Fiction, Free Read, Goddess Karen, Peep Show, Sex Scene, Sexy, Tease
June 30, 2011
June 29, 2011
Randi Alexander Talks Sex Toys and Cowboys
I am VERY excited to have Randi Alexander here with me today. She is giving away some awesome stuff so be sure to comment and win!
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When you hear the word 'toys,' most people think of Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks. But when you say the same word to readers and writers of spicy or erotic romance, their thoughts usually go in a different direction. Adult toys seem to be making a comeback lately, with more and more home-party companies advertising their services.
And they're a lot of fun. I attended one not too long ago. It was women only, and a number of the ladies there were related to the presenter, so you can imagine the teasing she received. But she was very professional.
She started out talking about the edibles, producing jars of flavored spread-ons to pass around with tiny spoons so we could taste them. Then she brought out skin products, bath oils, and exfoliating gloves to make us feel as sexy on the outside as we do on the inside. I thought that was insightful.
Then she got to the interesting stuff, including dozens of battery operated boyfriends – or BOBs as she called them. Available in different colors and sizes. Some were huge and right in your face, so to speak, and others were tiny and able to travel with you. I can see it now, "BOB," I say to my lipstick-size toy, "Get in my purse. We're going to Vegas for the weekend."
After showing and explaining her products, she disappeared into another room and we took turns meeting with her individually and selecting our favorites. One hundred and eighty dollars later, I walked out with a bag full of interesting stuff. Hubby was very excited when I walked in the door.
In the past, we'd stopped in our local adult gift store to pick up gag gifts for relatives and friends for their 40th or 50th birthdays. You know, the tiny dumbbell so the aging man can exercise his thang. Or the bottle filled with fake pills to bring back the fire down below. Or the lubricant for antique parts.
And while we were there, we'd take a look at all the wild stuff they sold, sometimes buying a little goodie for fun. But we hadn't really been into toys much. So I'm excited to find ways to get at least one hundred and eighty dollars worth of fun out of my impulse purchase.
I want to thank Lisa for letting me guest blog today. My first book, Chase and Seduction was released May 27 from The Wild Rose Press' Cowboy Kink line, and I'm including the blurb and an excerpt for you.
Country music superstar/actor Chase Tanner has yet to be denied anything–and he's never wanted anything or anyone more than gorgeous screenplay writer Reno Linden. So when the film they are working on is finally finished, Chase decides to turn up the volume on seducing Reno.
Reno Linden lived a quiet, rural life until she was thrust into the Hollywood scene when her book was adapted to film. Chase Tanner is larger than life, sinfully sexy and hell-bent on getting her into bed. Skittish after a failed wedding engagement, Reno risks the plunge into Chase's arms, and is surprised that her good girl self can keep up with bad boy Chase.
Though Chase returns to his cowboy roots often, and Reno cherishes the time spent with him on his ranch, the two find their careers pulling them in different directions. Will their attraction survive the glitz and stress of fame?
EXCERPT: Over 18 only please.
Chase laughed, then sobered. His fingers slid under her hair, caressing her neck softly as he said, "You are a beautiful woman."
She'd often been called beautiful-but-healthy, which referred to those extra forty pounds that made the difference between being a model, and being just plain Reno Linden.
He ran his fingers up the back of her head. "Your hair is like satin. And I've never seen eyes that color. Amber."
Trying to keep from grinning, she teased, "Reno."
He laughed. "No, your eyes are amber." Seconds slipped by before he tipped his head and brushed his lips over hers.
She closed her eyes and parted her lips to breathe in his essence.
With a groan, his arm came around her waist, and he pulled her closer. His tongue danced with hers, the unexpectedly sweet taste of tequila and tobacco making her hungry for more of him.
Chase ended the kiss then pressed his lips to her temple and began swaying them in a slow dance. Quietly, he sang, "You're the one I've been looking for, You're the light behind that hidden door, Can't figure out where you've been all my life, but I don't wanna be without you anymore."
Something melted inside her as he sang the song he dedicated to her from the stage. This was where she belonged, in his arms, where she fit perfectly, a lost puzzle piece at last finding its place.
He said, "Look at me, Reno."
To celebrate the release of Chase and Seduction, I'm giving away, to one lucky commenter, an e-copy of my novella Her Cowboy Stud. Just leave a comment today!
Commenter must be 18 years of age or older to win.
I'm also giving away a cowgirl hat to one subscriber to my newsletter. For more details, and to sign up for this contest, please go to my website, RandiAlexander.com And while you're there, you can read the first chapter of Chase and Seduction.
Good luck, and thank you!
Randi
Chase and Seduction available at The Wild Rose Press Wilder Roses
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Chase and Seduction, Giveaway, Guest Author, Guest Blogger, Prizes, Randi Alexander, Sex Toys
June 28, 2011
Off to #RWA11
I am off to New York for the 2011 Romance Writers of America conference, consequently my blog's regular schedule is suspended until I get back which will be sometime after the 4th of July. Expect pictures of hot men here all week long and not much else. I'm sure that won't be a hardship though.
If you happen to be in New York this week for the conference or just in general, come check me out! I have some fun giveaways!!
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Filed under: News Tagged: #RWA11, Lisa Fox, New York City, RWA, RWA Conference, Travel
