Cherie Noel's Blog, page 38

Mores

I would write something pithy about missing my online friend, but Taylor V. Donovan beat me to the punch.
You will be missed, Mores. Sorely missed.
I have a little numb place, just to one edge of my heart today, where you touched me for just a moment in time.

Manic Monday

I'm saying goodbye to New Orleans today.

Back to the familiar sights of my own writing cave.

My dear little Kleine Maus.

Ah, but NOLA, you were grand.


I'll pop back around later to write a real post if I can, but if not then tomorrow I'll have a full on why I love GRL post for you!

Saturday in New Orleans

Harry Connick crooning.

Gilt fixtures and handsome men in suits asking me things like, "Ma'am, what can I do fo' you?"

* in their delightful accents, and surprisingly not all of them are southern...who woulda thunk it?*

I haven't tons to say this morning....just that the whole experience has been and continues to be so much better than I was expecting, and I was expecting fabulous.

I'm gonna try to scare up a little more coffee, and then I'm gonna work on a story or two until the rest of the world that doesn't work at the hotel catches up to me in wakefulness.

Til then, sleep tight babies, and dream of wonderful things.

Friday Five: N'Awlins Style

1)*squee*

2)Yup, I said squee.

3)Seriously, I'm in New Orleans, down in the Quarter. How can I help myself? I can't, and wouldn't want to if I could.

4)I flew in yesterday, and on both flights had nice seatmates...though on my second flight? From Baltimore to New Orleans, there were two sisters sitting next to me who were absolute dolls! So very sweet, and full up to the brim with joie de vivre. They flat out made my heart happy.

5)Yesterday I met a plethora of my favorite authors. This also made my heart happy.

*bonus*

6 and then some) The folks are friendly, my roommates are, as my mum would say, both peaches.
The sun may not be shining down here today, but I've got a Jambie Jo in my pocket (well, sort of), I met Laura & Kris from Mlr last night and found I liked them as much in person as I did via email and such...and Ethan Day, Damon Suede and all the gentlemen of the Gentlemen's Juke Junket put on a fine time for us last night at Lafitte's in Exile. Yeah. That's a whole lotta reasons to be loving my Friday, and finding it fabulous.  

Think Tank Thursday: Of Chicks & Dicks

So, y'all know by now that I write a whole lotta man on man action. Cause, yummers! There's more dicks that way. And I am not ashamed to say I love those funny mushroom capped tube steaks. But really, not having one of my own, I wonder sometimes if I'm getting it right when I write the male orgasm...

So, when my friend Anne Tenino came up with a little questionnaire about what the big O feels like for someone with a homegrown, actually attached to their body permanently penis...I asked to get in on the action.

Yeah, but I need your help.

If I can figure out how to put this up as a downloadable thingy, it'll be up here on the website that way soon...but in the meantime, I'll just copy and paste, and beg you to post answers in the comments section. If you don't have a penis, please ask someone you know who does have one to answer the questions. That would rock out loud. :)

Oh, and if there is anything we didn't ask, feel free to leave an additional point in your comment about something you think we should know in order to write realistic male orgasms.

Right. Here's the questionnaire then:



Anne's Male Orgasm Questionnaire
Please answer all questions as thoroughly as possible.  This questionnaire is intended for research, but some answers will be shared in upcoming blog posts in November 2011 on the Chicks & Dicks blog (chicksndicks.blogspot.com).  Any information identifying you with this questionnaire will be removed as soon as it's received.
Finished questionnaires can be emailed to anne@annetenino.com, or left here in the comment section. If you want to email, just cut and paste the questionnaire into a document and then shoot it over to Anne. :) 

1.  Pre-cum: how much to do you produce, and how excited do you get before it appears?


2.  When do you start to feel orgasm approaching? Is there a point where you think something like "A-ha,  there it is."? (I ask this because for most women there is a feeling like this-- keep in mind we don't necessarily have one every time.)


3.  Do your testicles pull up? How much and when? Slowly over time, right before you come, etc. Are there other physical signs that orgasm is approaching or imminent?


4.  Where do your orgasms generally seem to begin? Testicles, anus, some weird internal spot you can't define?  Do you have a clue what I mean? Does your spine tingle?

5. Can you describe the progression of your orgasm?  Once you've started to come, do you begin ejaculating right away? Are the physical feelings concentrated in one spot the whole time, or do they travel around?


6.  How does the sensation of ejaculation enhance your orgasm, or not?  What percentage of the pleasurable sensations are associated with the ejaculate coming down the urethra?


7. How far do you "shoot" regularly?


8. Where else do you feel your orgasm? Anus, testicles, taint, etc.


9. About how long does it last? How much of that time are you ejaculating?


10. Have you ever given up and decided it just wasn't going to happen this time?


11. Have you ever faked an orgasm?


12.  Top, bottom, versatile or no anal?


13. Have you ever had a prostate orgasm?


14.  Is there anything you want to to tell me (or maybe feel compelled to tell me) about the male orgasm that isn't covered in the previous questions? I am eager to be enlightened.

Work in Progress Wednesday...today that's me.

I didn't get out of bed today.

Thought I was sick until I remembered what today was. Anniversary of my sister's death.

So, today?

The work in progress is me.
I'm working on being thankful for every moment I spent with that wonderful woman.


Thanks, Wendy, for every wonderful thing you did. I miss you. Your crooked smile and your chicken in the barnyard laugh that tickled everyone around you into laughing as well. I miss your clear eyed honesty, and your heart stubborn loyalty. 
You? Were and are so very dear to me. Love you.

Tuesday Triumph: A Revealing Interview with Lily Harlem

.     Today's triumph is all about the fabulositiy of Ms. Lily Harlem. Ladies and gentlemen, take some advice from one who has read some of her work...


      Get out your asbestos panties and jocks,  cause when Lily picks up a pen, the result is sure to be fiery! I cooked up a few questions for Lily, and she kindly consented to answer them...with the result being the intriguing little Q & A you'll find below.
      Go, read the interview. Then, when you find yourself panting *mind out of the gutter luv* for more of Lily's fabulous brand of steamy, sexy romance--get right on over to Lily Harlem's corner of the world and poke around. There's sure to be something sexy going on.
  
     Can you tell us a little about the story you have coming out today?         My short story Berets and Bras is an action packed military romance. There are only two characters in the whole book and the sexual tension fizzes from the word go and  steams right until the end!
  
     What was the inspiration for this particular piece?
I was thinking of hunky military types one day and just felt compelled to create one of my own- that is how my mind works! Tom came about and of course he needed a love/lust interest. That's when I decided to give the tale a twist. He wouldn't have an ordinary woman, not a big macho mercenary guy like him. So Carol, or Carl as she's known, is a feisty little thing and a force to be reckoned with in her own right.



 What did you love about writing this book?
The way the truth simmers beneath what they are feeling and then the sudden urgency and the unique circumstances in which they come together - its explosive.


Was anything especially difficult for you in this story?
Imagining what it is like to be under fire – fortunately not something I have experienced. And also getting a past, present and future into a short story is always a challenge.


What inspired you to write your first book?
The first piece of saucy literature I wrote was for a competition. It's called Madam President, and is all about the first female president of the USA having a wild romping affair with the British Prime Minister – they are of course both gorgeous! I was thrilled when their naughty Oval Office shenanigans won me the Love Honey Award for Erotic Fiction. I realized then that I had found my genre! You can read Madam President for FREE on my website.


*waggling eyebrows* 


Any guilty pleasures that steal you away from your writing process?
Walking. I love to walk. I am very lucky and live near the beach so spend a lot of time mooching along the water's edge with my hyperactive dog - usually dreaming up more spicy stories.The delectable Mr. Harlem is another wonderful guilty pleasure and is far too distracting for his own good!


Who is your favorite character you've written to date and why?
Not one but three favourite characters and the list is growing. I've dreamed up my own hockey team called the Vipers. I have three full length novels in my Hot Ice series to date, and Logan 'Pheonix' Taylor, The Brick, and Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis are just smoke-off-the page, rough and ready gorgeous. I am working on the fourth book now, and Raven is just as delectable, and the woman who catches him every bit as lucky as my other heroines.


Who is your favorite character, full stop? In anyone's written or unwritten story.
Great question. I thought it would be hard to answer but no. I adore Henry DeTamble from the Time Traveller's Wife. I completely fell for him and my heart soared and broke as I read the book. I thought Eric Bana was wonderfully cast in the film.


Do you get hot and bothered when writing sex?
No, not hot and bothered, but I type really, really fast when I am getting to the grand finale!! And if anyone interrupts me – not pretty!


Mention one element that readers will find in all your books, and why.
Sex, sex, and more sex. Usually toys and bit of kink too. Why? Because I like to leave the bedroom door open. It is so disappointing if you've spent an entire book waiting for your hero and heroine to get it together and then just as they are heading up the stairs hand in hand, lust in their eyes….  The End!!!!!


What do you come away with after you're finished writing a book?
Usually it is more like what do I get – a really messy house. I am rubbish at keeping up with my chores when my head is in a novel. Everything goes to pot as I frantically get the story down. In a way I hope my readers get an element of that too, that they become lost in the story and forget about mundane tasks, real life, for a little while at least.


What book would you recommend to a new reader that isn't familiar with your work?
I write a lot of ménage, Shared and Shared Too, being two full lengths. They're explicit but also romantic. They would be a good place to start. But also my Mattress Music trilogy, it heats as the stories follow a raunchy group of rock-stars finding their girls! Or just try my new release today, Berets and Bras!


What is coming next? (WIP)
As I mentioned I am working on my Hot Ice series, but also on a few short stories and a co-author. I write with the multi-talented Natalie Dae. We have our first novel out in April next year with Total-E-Bound, That Filthy Book, and we are currently midway through writing our second. I also have a Christmas novel, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, that is waiting for editing. I'm looking forward to re-visiting my characters in that one, its about a girl who is obsessed with reading erotic romance!

Manic Monday: Falling into You

The world is grey and chill.
The coffee pot sits silent and still.
I stand, at my window on the world dreaming of yesterday and the times I could not help but fall into you.

Yeah, you sweet room of musical glory.
You my lovely Utah, abundant with laughter and sighs, hopeful waiting and nervous second tries.
I'd give the world for my memories of times spent, belly up to the bar, laughing with Laura as I ate a fabulous humus plate. Damn I hope they still make those. My mouth waters just thinking of it bursting across my palate, garlic and lemony brightness wrapped in chickpea and pita bread.

The warp and weft of time in that room never felt the same as anywhere else in the world. I'm not sure what made it that way. Perhaps the intimacy of the space? The little alcove just down the stairs, balcony above, cavern of creativity below and sound board to one side certainly felt like home.

Hell, who am I kidding?
All the way across the country, or even half a world away when I was in Germany, The Utah still feels like home.

Rock on babies, and kiss someone for me, especially Donna Jean and Hal Marcus, cause those two? Are beyond delicious.
Yeah.
Use your hips to move across the room tonight, in honor of my love of movement.
Dance on up to the bar for a cosmo or perfectly poured draft,
and for the love of music, and whatever else you hold holy, tip your bartender.

Don't miss me, lovely ones...life is too short for regret, and I am as Laura so aptly put it, busy writing salacious stories.
Heh.
They truly are often hot enough to singe my laptop.
*waggles eyebrows*
Know that I'm there tonight, cause really?
I'm at the Utah every night in my heart.

Smooches.

A very PG-rated Sunday Snog

From The Tales of Rue & Woe Being fourteen? Sucks.You're too old to just chill with your toys, and too young to do anything else. Just riding bikes with your buds isn't an all day event anymore, unless you're some kinda freaky exercise nut. Not old enough to drive, not old enough to just tell the folks you're going "out" without having to explain in minute detail just where "out" is, and thinking up the lies to tell them about study projects and wholesome activities when all you really wanna do is go hang at the rink and watch the cute boys play in the skate park.Huh. When my mom first took me to the park…I dunno. Maybe I was four? I found the prettiest boy in the park and told him he was my friend. He smiled at me, and to this day I compare every boy's smile to that one. I find it hard not to compare everything in my life to that day. I can still feel the soft warmth his pouty lips and little white teeth instilled in me curling into my chest whenever I feel lost, or alone.Of course, when I was four all I knew was I liked him. He was older, tall and strong. I thought he was the smartest, most beautiful person I'd ever met in my whole life and I asked his name. He smiled a crooked little smile, and let a jumble of letters fall from his lips. When he told me his name I couldn't make all the sounds come out right.  I know the very first part of the word was woe. My mother wrote his name down, I think because she couldn't say it either, and to this day the letters look like an incomprehensible mishmash of consonants to me. I ended up just calling him Woe. Woe was the very first boy I kissed.At the end of a magical afternoon where he played the part of a friendly giant rescuing me from the clutches of an evil magician over and over again, he knelt in the grass to give me a hug goodbye. I recall clearly rocking up on my tippy-toes to reach his cheek, and pressing a kiss against the smooth surface with ice-cream sticky lips. I asked him to wait for me to grow up before he married anybody."Woe, can you wait to gets married? 'Cause if you wait, the you could marry me when I grow up. I don't think nobody could never love you as much as me."Woe turned startled eyes on my mother, and then got up from the grass, patted my head one last time and walked out of my life. He's been half a step ahead of me ever since. I guess not much has changed in my life in the past ten years. Boys are still running away after I kiss them. Well, sometimes they beat the shit out of me instead, or stop talking to me. One tried to get me to bend over, but dude. He was scary. Plus, I heard Woe is moving back, and I'm waiting for Woe. 
***************Find more Snogging Goodness by clicking on the following links:Not so Cold Call by Sandrine LopezTimey Whimey Sunday Wunday Snoggy Woggy
Tomfoolery by Kat Black
Freddy MacKay's Sunday Snog
A Snogger Prepares by Aussiescribblerand of course the one that started them all by the incomparable Mz. BlisseSpiced Vanilla

Saturday --My window on the world.

My window on the world looks out on main street in a little city.
The leaves of the tree that waves to me every morning have begun to bow to the dictates of fall.
Yellows and golds mingle with the green of late summer still, and the rain from last night stripped one branch nearly bare.

I'll be back later to tell you what the day has held for me, but for now?
I'm off to a birthday party.
Ciao.