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Sunday Story - alcohol & sex

NB This is not about books set in the wine industry, like Lily Malone's great stories.

I've been on a reading binge again - different romance genres, some a few years old, some recent - and I read four books in a row which at different stages made me go, "What? As if?" The first time I thought I was being odd, the second time I thought I was getting weirder, the third time I had to consult with Mr E, the fourth time I sat down to write this post!

One book had the hero and heroine have a huge day. It made a point of saying how early she had got up and how busy her day was, and how tired she was. Then she meets up with the hero. He needs a waitress, so she works the night with him until the bar closes. Okay, so I'm thinking it's after midnight, she's probably been up 18 or more hours, she's pretty stuffed. Then, they had a relax drink after work. And I'm fine with this, but they knocked back 2 bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka...then proceeded to have sex multiple times before dawn, got a few hours sleep, then he drove her home.

Right?

Well, I can knock back a bottle of wine and half a bottle of vodka, but I'd not be feeling well, especially when I was tired to start with. And then multiples times of sex? Hell, I'd be asleep before we got horizontal...and if we did it standing, it sure wouldn't be the best sex of my life, like this girl's. Wow!

And...thinking about drinking, I reckon I could consume that alcohol over a few hours while I'm chatting. Although they did do quick shots, but still, I'd be saying it's at least 3 am before they're screwing. Given recovery time and a few hours sleep, that's a lot of sex in the 3 hours before dawn, and since they'd managed a couple of hours sleep... that wouldn't be mind blowing sex for me. We're talking a couple of sex acts, in less than an hour!? I'd be liking my mind-blowing sex a little more drawn out, thanks. I know there's a time for fast and furious, but I call that fast and furious - not mind blowing.

And then we drive...after that much alcohol and that little sleep. Not a great message.

Another book had the heroine knock back a bottle of wine most nights, sometimes two, while she was alone. Am I the only one who thinks, 'on the way to being an alcoholic'?

So why does this annoy me? Because I think it's sending out the wrong message to readers.

Drunk sex in my experience has never been mind-blowing, it's drunk sex - sloppy, messy and forgettable usually. It can be mind-blowing if you're drunk and you finally get the guy of your dreams...but it's the getting not the sex that's blown my mind then.

Drinking is so very easy to write, so easy to do in real life, and yet so much trouble can happen from excess drinking. Should we be encouraging excessive drinking by not thinking as we write?

Am I being a total prude about this? Am I over-thinking what I read? Do you think this is an excessive amount of drinking?

Phallic Friday - the humbler

Cathleen Ross in her story, Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives Nella, introduces the humbler. Nella is a Domme to Michael's sub - and this play allows Michael, a gazillionaire and property developer, to relax after a busy week at work, giving his complete trust to his wife.

In this story, the humbler is used as a tool largely for humiliation. It can also be used as a restraint and/or a tool for extra arousal. Really... the possibilities are endless :)

So...what is a humbler? There are some websites with some incredible pictures but they are very graphic so don't go looking at work or with kids. This website, Femdom Resources, has a great collection of images.

It's basically a contraption (metal usually) that is locked around the base of the balls (like if your fingers encircled the flesh close to the body, above the testes). There are 'wings' coming from there that fit around the back of the thighs, under the buttocks. So, you place it at the back of a man's thighs, then lock it tight above his balls. The balls hang down, exposed.


This keep a man on all fours, as he can't extend his back or legs without pulling on his scrotum with the metal pressing down on his balls. It also has the man's butt exposed, and if you're into anal play, your man is trapped and exposed for you. It's also perfect for slapping or whipping butt cheeks as well.

The humbler... makes your man humble...and Nella uses that to her complete advantage, spending up on her husband's corporate credit card! The secret life of the very rich :)

If you need an image, let me know and I can burn your eyes with one :) I just didn't want you to have balls in your face on a Friday!

Wildlife Wednesday - Risso's dolphin

Photo by Fish_ThinkersA while back on our local news, they mentioned some Uni post-grad students who had a social media presence of Fish Thinkers, and I started following them on Instagram (fish_thinkers). They have a blog and Twitter (@fish_thinkers) too.

They're fascinating because they have underwater cameras recording sharks and fish behaviour, so I've been quite excited to see some of their footage. They also post about fish and fishing and have mentioned Lord Howe Island and Balls Pyramid (both in Deep Diving) and some of the fish species I've had on Wildlife Wednesday (like Luderick).

Last week, they featured a Risso's dolphin that had been found stranded on a beach north of Wollongong (south of Sydney).

I hadn't heard of a Risso's dolphin nor seen one. So I had to do a bit of digging. I asked them about the scarring on this dolphin but apparently these dolphins often have scarring - although this animal had more than most.

So here's some information about Risso's dolphin, from the Australian Government environment website:

Risso's Dolphins are robust, blunt-headed animals lacking a distinct beak. A distinctive deep crease runs up the forehead. The flippers are recurved, long and pointed. The dorsal fin is tall and falcate (sickle-shaped). The mouthline slopes upward and there are typically no more than seven pairs of peg-like mandibular teeth that are often badly worn in older individuals. No maxillary teeth are present. The colouration and markings of adults are conspicuous, the body being very light grey to white with a narrow cape sometimes being visible. Extensive scarring appears to be primarily from aggressive encounters with conspecifics. There is a large anchor-shaped light grey patch on a dark ventrum. Newborns are also light grey in colour.

Risso's Dolphin occur mainly on steep sections of the upper continental slope (Baumgartner 1997), usually in waters deeper than 1000 m (Ross 1984), in tropical and warm temperate latitudes.

Risso's Dolphins show a marked preference not only for water greater than 1000m deep, but also for warm temperate to tropical conditions, although they do sometimes extend their range into cooler latitudes in summer (Leatherwood & Reeves 1983). They are therefore generally found in waters with temperatures ranging between 15–30 °C. Although they are primarily found in pelagic oceanic waters, Risso's Dolphin frequently move over the continental slope. 

They're found throughout Australian oceans, but haven't been sighted around Tasmania and the Northern Territory.

Thanks to fish_thinkers for interesting posts!

Sunday Story - This Is Your Afterlife

I've read a few YA and NA novels lately and I read a fabulous one by an Aussie author, This is Your Afterlife by Vanessa Barneveld.

It reminded me of The Lovely Bones, although it's a completely different premise, but it had that beautiful tone to it.

The characters are at school. The heroine, Keira, has recently lost her grandmother who was a psychic and Keira has some ability (mainly tarot readings). When the most popular boy at school goes missing, everyone is worried for him, but Keira is talking to him - well, his ghost!

It's a bit mystery, a lot romance, a lot young adult, and a lot of good reading. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Phallic Friday - sexting

Are you into sexting? Maybe I need to explain what sexting is - it's sending someone explicit photos or messages via mobile phone. So, what are your thoughts?

I have to admit that mobile phones aren't really my best friend. I pretty much loath them! Why? I think it's the 'on call' thing. I don;t want to be contacted at every moment of the day and night. I like to have my own space. I like to miss calls if I'm busy or don't feel like talking. Is that an awful thing to say?

I own a mobile phone...but it's on silent almost always, and it may not be charged. And it's somewhere in my lounge room, I think, unless I left it some place else! I'm not good, I told you.

If I grew up with mobiles, I would be a sexter. Years ago, I had a friend and we'd send each other Polaroid photos by mail (as in, in a letter by post). We didn't live near each other, so we didn't see each other a lot, but email was our friend (and phone and mail). If we had mobiles then...wow...I'd hate to think!

The Polaroids we'd send each other were never blatant (but they would be if I sexted!). They were suggestive more than explicit - a lacy edge of a bra over a mound of breast, the upraised sheet over an erect cock, a side on shot of an open mouth, a shot along a stomach.

Did I think about him using them for nefarious purposes? No. I trusted him. I never thought of after, or if we broke up nastily, or anything like that.

Would I worry if it had been more explicit? Probably not when I was young. Now, I might think twice.

But I'm pretty trusting of relationships...which is probably silly because most relationships end, but now images, words, thoughts, ramblings, they're all on file, caught on the world wide web, and there forever!

I'm glad I didn't grown up with a mobile in one hand and my life on the net...although, it would have made for some hot sexting!!!

Sydney Housewives - Nella

Lana's best friend, Nella, is out today!!

Nella is a Domme...and I am so keen to read her secret life. I want to watch her whip her husband into submission...or maybe not whip, maybe she ties him...or humiliates him...or...

And I heard whispers of a humbler...

Oh! I can't wait!!

Wildlife Wednesday - bearded dragon

It's summer in Australia and it's the time of lizards :)

I'm a big fan of lizards and we have some cool ones in my garden that I've talked about before - Blue tongues (and again) and Eastern Water Skinks - and some down the beach - baby water dragons and adults and another lizard - and some from out west like the bogeye. WOW... I didn't realise I had so many!

Well, to add to my collection, here's another from out West - the Bearded Dragon. This one was at Western Plains Zoo, Dubbo, in September. It was just warming up and he was on the road sunning himself and prime position to be run over. He's not an exhibit, he's native wildlife just living at the zoo.

So, Mr E stopped so I could do some shepherding and move the lizard off the road...I just had to get a photo while doing so!

This guy was not happy about my interference. He was quite indignant that I tried to pick him up, so much so that he reared up and took off like lightning...and then propped, right on the other side of the road. So, I had to shoo him off further, by now with an audience of other cars waiting to get through.

Do you move animals off roadways?

PS If you want some info on the Bearded Dragon, ask fellow Ninja Sarah Belle who owns one, or you can check out the Fact Sheet on the Reptile Park's website here. You might have a chuckle at the male's 'frantic head bobs and arm waving' to attract the female's attention.

Mia Hoddell's 12 Days Of Christmas

I'm honoured to be a part of Mia Hoddell's 12 Days of Christmas. You can find the other guests here.

This invitation came by sheer fluke. I thanked a reviewer for her review of Deep Diving. She's a friend of Mia's and through this chance I was invited as a guest. Mia Hoddell writes YA (young adult) and NA (new adult) stories. I was a bit concerned I didn't fit, but I'm still there.

And then the blurb for her celebration came, and it says, "I have a fantastic line up of NYT Best-sellers, USA Today Best-sellers, Amazon Bests-sellers, and amazing indies who will be posting from Dec 1st to Dec 12th."

NYT Best seller - nope, not me.
USA Today best seller - nope, not me either.
Amazon best seller - ah, nope, not that either.
Amazing Indie - that's not me either.

See, I still don't fit, yet I'm on the list. And I'm going to wear it with pride :)

Cate's childhood ChristmasMia is in the UK, so to get some promotion in a different country is good. Well, I hope it's good! I hope it will mean some new readers.

For me, it means 30 new authors to go and check out!

So for the next 12 days I'll be plugging this event. My post is up on the 6th December, so there will be extra plugging day.

And hopefully my Christmas post doesn't show how much I really don't fit. Does my Christmas photo look too 80s?? I'm worried it was before all these authors were born!! ;)

Sunday Story - #putoutyourbats

I played cricket at school and we're a cricket mad family, so it was quite shocking to see a young man killed playing such a fabulous game this week.

A freak accident.

The tributes have been incredible. Such an outpouring of emotion from so many people. It's incredible to see. And a tribute such as the #putoutyourbats, allows everyone to mark the passing of a batsman - even if you have never met him. It gives you the chance to make a statement, to grieve, even when you have no place to do so.

The Australian Cricket Captain, Michael Clarke, has shown such amazing leadership, such honesty and raw emotion. I've always admired him but this week he's gone so high in my esteem. A true hero, who doesn't hide his tears, his grief, and his loss.

The other heartening thing I've noticed is the outpouring of support and care for the poor fellow who bowled the ball. I hope this continues.

It hasn't been a good year in the sports I follow. Earlier this year a young man was left a quadriplegic after a rugby league tackle. You play sport never expecting such injuries or death. We should never take life for granted.

RIP Phillip Hughes

Phallic Friday - Tentacle Porn

I belong to the Naught Ninjas, you can see our group website here, and this week we had a FB Christmas Party full of wrongness. One thing that has caught the Ninjas imagination is squid/octopus. Apparently there's a lot of sea-animal porn online and it's captured Ninja attention, along with Sharknado.

So, in the wee hours after teh party, when I had too much wrongness in my head, I wrote this Tentacle Porn for the Ninjas. It's less than 1000 words, so I guess it's flash fiction.


Feel free to skip it...it's all sorts of wrongness!



Tentacle Porn especially for the Naughty Ninjas.
The globular head slithered between her thighs as the octopus was hurled into the boat by her fisherman husband. Bloody useless man! A whole boat and he lands the freaking thing in my lap.
Before she could jump, the damn animal nestled against her, tentacles clutching her thighs through her jeans. 
In seconds, the beaky-mouth closed over her crotch and intense suction rendered her speechless, incapable of moving.
Her fishing rod loosened in her grasp, and a tug on the line saw it fly over the side of the boat. Not good. But she couldn’t care, not with the octopus causing havoc with her cunt.
Stretching in the chair, she arched to give the creature room to move, and it did. Taking far more notice of her needs than her husband ever did, the octopus set a frantic pace on her, closing it’s mouth right over her clit and attaching as if permanently. The suction and heat were extraordinary.
Then the tentacles moved with little tugs against her body. Two slid upwards before finding their way beneath her shirt. Tiny pulls of the suckers on her stomach were excruciating and exciting. They went higher. To the undersides of her breasts and then over them, into her bra and, fuck, the suckers caught her nipples. Tight. Fucking hell. It was like the best lips in the world, squeezing on her tits.
The beak probed her crotch through her jeans before two more tentacles slithered beneath her shirt. These ones didn’t move upwards, they ducked into her jeans and slithered downwards. She groaned, loudly. She couldn’t help it. Her husband may hear but she didn’t care. He’d thrown the damn thing at her so it was his fault…and her pleasure. But over the rhythmic rock of waves on the hull, he never heard her, or maybe he had an ignored her moaning, that was more likely.
The tentacles slithered slowly, suctioning against her belly as they angled down. Then more tentacles moved, beneath her this time. She felt the little kisses as the suckers moved across her lower back. They moved higher, right along her spine, giving her long sucking kisses at the edge of each vertebrae. She hissed her pleasure. Wrapped by octopus was not something she’d ever thought of as sexy, well, actually she’d never thought of it at all, but dear God, this was the sexiest sex she’d ever had.
The tentacles going south at the front, slipped either side of her slit and kissed their way down her labia. She was soaked, from tentacle goodness and octopus-suction slobber. Her jeans were wet down her thighs, rubbing on her clit as the mouth-like beak sucked and pulsed. Then two tentacles slid into the back of her jeans.
Holy mother fucking squid-topus.
She was hardly sitting now. She was more sprawled across the chair with the backs of her thighs and the tops of her shoulders anchoring her. Her feet dug into the side of the boat. Tentacles slithered, kissed, sucked and pulsated against her. Nipples were caught up in suction pads that caught, held, squeezed and released. It was like sucking lips and pinching fingers all at once. Her labia were experiencing similar exquisite kisses, but the extra slickness meant these were sloppy, slippery and sliding along her lips. Sometimes they dipped into her slit and she almost died of pleasure. The tentacles on her back held her, like an embrace, but one that teased her skin with hickeys, as if a hundred pairs of lips suckled her flesh. And the rear. God. The tentacles at the rear were touching up her arse. Slipping against the tight hole, while at the same time suction squeezed around it. Was it trying to force her open, or just easing the opening? She didn’t know and it was so hot, she didn’t care.
She couldn’t focus on any point of contact. The tentacles and the octopus mouth were working furiously together keeping her riding the edge of an orgasm that was going to kill her. And if it didn’t, her husband would do that for losing the rod, or fucking a fish, or more precisely being mounted by a mollusc.
Mother fucking octopussssssss.
Tentacles all clasped at once. Squeezing her as they found her holes. A tentacle slid inside her arse as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Muscles stretched but not uncomfortably as it wriggled inside her. Another pulsed into her vagina not exactly filling it until, holy fuck, she was filled by it. Stuffed tight by suctioning tentacle that seemed to twist itself in knots as it filled her. She writhed as her body sang. Suction everywhere had her arching, writhing, squeezing, pulsing.
Tentacles pumped into and out of her. Faster and faster. Then the one in her cunt eased, before it got thicker. Fuck. So thick. How? Moving to send her insane. Two tentacles maybe? They pumped her. Cunt in, arse out. Arse in, cunt out. The suction on her clit matched with the anal probe. She couldn’t last any longer. Stars buzzed behind her eyes. Colours whirled.
Then the beak sucked her clit tight, sucking harder and harder, no rest, no break.
All the tentacles thrust into her together. And the ones on her back and breasts seemed to suck tighter, like they were trying to peel off her skin.
Every muscle in her body went rigid. A scream echoed in her brain, round and round and round, and finally her mouth opened and the scream was released into the air.
The tentacles were unrelenting. Thrusting continuously, never to be spent. Never to be flaccid. Never to shrink and flop from her.
She rode that orgasm as if her life depended on it. She rode it high into the clouds and beyond. The octopus was taking her beyond anything she’d felt before. And she was never going to stop. She rode that orgasm into the outer realms of space.
Her husband was jailed for murder. The jury were horrified at the number of puncture wounds he’d inflicted on his wife’s body. They weren’t fishermen, he claimed, and didn’t understand that an octopus could attack a human. They didn’t know that he’d stabbed his wife inadvertently when she screamed. All he was trying to do was to kill the octopus that was attacking his wife. It had already eaten her fishing rod, so he knew it was going to consume her. He was only protecting her.