Riley Murphy's Blog, page 23
February 25, 2014
Well, this was interesting…
Last night after I finished reading a good book I went to find Honey. It was later than usual for us to be up. I guess because I lost track of time like I usually do and Honey…? Yeah, he rarely ever loses track. Normally, he always comes to find me, so WTH?
*Imagine me doing the Andy Griffith whistle as I make my way to the family room* Now, remember the “what the hell” from a few seconds ago? Imagine it turning into this when I walked into the room and saw what was on Honey’s big screen.
A (WTF) snow globe moment people! That’s right. Why you may ask? Well I’ll tell you. Honey was watching some smexxy stuff and he didn’t even invite me. I know. I couldn’t believe it either. So here’s the conversation.
Me, totally flabbergasted. “Hey, hey, hey. What is this?”
His eyes are glued to watching the screen. “It’s a documentary.”
“Ooooh,” I say in that real smarmy way, that really means ‘is that so’. “Let’s just see about that?”
Honey doesn’t even blink. He just leans around me as I rudely bend in front of him to pick up the remote. Hm.
Anyways, I do the guide check and dammit! The guy is right. It is a documentary on…are you ready for this? The orgasm. Wait, let me be more specific. The female orgasm. No wonder he’s riveted. What’s a wife to do? I’ll tell you what. I sat down and began to watch it, asking, “What did I miss?”
Truthfully, I was expecting him to tell me to pipe down or be quiet, but instead I was treated to this.
“You see that little Asian dude with the smock? He’s not really a doctor, by the way. The smock through me off for a bit, but anyways, he used to be an adult filmmaker. Must have done a lot of filming because he’s learned some Bruce Lee he’s-no-grasshopper stuff about women. I just watched him get a woman off and he didn’t even touch her.”
I am trying not to laugh because Honey is deathly serious telling me this. “No.”
“Yeah, true story and you see that woman over there? The one in the corner with the purple kimono on?”
She was kind of hard to miss. There were four men and only one of her, but I just nodded.
“She’s an orgasm virgin and Mr. Kung Foo Gigolo guy here has told these scientists that he will break her streak of sexual dysfunction by using the power of his mind alone.”
Okay he had me. So when he held out his hand for the remote, I gave it to him thinking he was going to turn up the volume. Only?
“Why are you changing the channel?”
“I only switch it to that during the commercials.”
“Golf? You’d rather watch day old golf over a virgin orgasmer?” Which got me to thinking. “You do know you can fast forward through those commercials on a previously recorded show, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but it feels less stale when I suffer through the commercials. Almost as if it’s the day it aired and I didn’t miss my Sunday golf.”
So there I am staring at two golfers teeing off—like I give a rat’s ass, right?—who would, when there’s a Kung-Foo Gigolo master guy who’s going to pleasure a woman with just his mind? I had to see that. You guys know I did. So I didn’t think twice about it when I picked up the remote.
God love him. It took him a few seconds, but then he asked, “What are you doing?”
“Fast forwarding to the commercials so we can get back to The Orgasm Virgin.”
The look on his face? Priceless! The look on my face when I got back to the documentary only to see purple Kimono girl smiling a smile that would out shine the sun.
“Dammit. You made me miss it.”
Honey looks me right in the eyes and says, “Like I’m missing my golf right now?”
Yeah I kind of felt bad about that…a little. 
But then he says, “You do know you can start the program over if you wanted to?”
And there’s me thinking. This is why we don’t stay up late, but now that we were in the midst of the midnight hour, we should take the time to read up on the instructions for the new technology we have around this house. Seriously, it’s kicking our asses.
And as for the documentary that I made Honey restart and stay up watching with me? That was thirty minutes I’ll never get back. 
Think Godzilla in that there was cheesy photography, cheesy acting and should have had subtitles, because the voiceover was all over the place. It was like watching a pile of puppets with ADHD ventriloquists at the helm. LMAO! At one point Kung Foo Master Gigolo guy’s lips were moving for a full minute as he talked and yet the loose translation was, “No, I didn’t.”
I about fell on the floor *crying laughing* more so when Honey told me to pipe down. So yeah. Staying up late watching TV? Not my thing. It’s so much better for the both of us when I’m writing and he’s left to give me the cliff notes version of whatever crappy shows he’s watched. I’m 100% positive. If I’d left The Orgasm Virgin alone, his recap of her story would have been far more interesting than the program itself. Gee, and I probably would have gotten the golf stats too. Drat.
Riley who thinks she’ll stick to writing for awhile…
February 23, 2014
Time For Me To Say Goodbye To David and Lacy…
In a few more days Requested Surrender will be released. Although I’m super happy you’ll all get to meet these two, I’m sad in way, as I’ll be saying goodbye to two friends I had all to myself for a time. And, yeah, I really loved hanging out with them. Here’s the last teaser I’ll post. And (for anyone who missed them) please remember to checkout my free reads section as their first few dates are published there. The whole collection can be found in A Date With A Dom on Amazon. Their “dates” will not be included in Requested Surrender as their actual story starts after they’ve had those dates/encounters.
(Click on A Date With A Dom cover to view on Amazon)
(Click on Requested Surrender cover to view book video)
Only a few more days….Okay, one more teaser. 
Riley *leaning in to whisper* David likes things a certain way. Can you tell?
February 22, 2014
To give a figging or not? That is the question.
Wait, that should have read to give a fig. Sorry about that…but hey, it got you here so you may as well continue reading, right? This is a little conversation I had yesterday with Honey. For those of you who don’t remember he had a very severe accident last summer involving his left hand. Since then we’ve be doing therapy on it. And by that I mean, nurse Bambi puts a low-cut shirt on every evening so he can’t refuse when I lean over him to massage his hand. He’s not a very good patient. In fact he’s not patient at all.
Anyways, there we were yesterday sitting having our Friday afternoon cocktail while we discuss the week and I bring up the progress of the hand. Did I mention that Honey doesn’t like to talk about the miserable F*cker as he calls it? He hates that he only has about 75% use of it so far. This was to be expected as there’s a whole pile of small muscles and ligaments that don’t get worked doing normal everyday activities. Point is? It’s time to step-up, now that’s he’s healed, and do actual exercises that work these muscles. I know *gasp* novel concept. But here’s the thing, the exercises are kind of silly given what Honey does for a living with his hands, so of course the male in him is going to balk. And by balk I mean absolutely refuse all of my suggestions. *sigh* Here’s the conversation.
“I’m not doing that.”
Undeterred I said, “I’ll get you a wrist weight. You can flex it with that.”
“You do know what I do with these hands every day. A little sissy-ass weight isn’t going to do squat.”
“I bought a ball for you to squeeze.”
He looked right at me. “The green tennis ball?”
“Yeah.”
“Crushed.”
“What do you mean crushed? I just bought it.”
“And I crushed it when I was watching that documentary on cults.”
Although I was glad he had the strength in that hand to do it, feats of strength weren’t the purpose of the ball squeezing. And being that he brought up a specific show he’d watched, I knew where this was going. He’d start talking about the program and we’d get sidetracked. Not this time.
“You were supposed to use it as resistance.”
“I did, but it didn’t resist when I crushed it.”
At this point I’m silently fuming Men! When I persevere. “What about a dumbbell?”
“Waste of money.”
“All right.” You have to image that was spoken between my tightly clenched teeth. “We need to get your wrist flexing down.” As I demonstrated and was going to ask him for a suggestion, as you know, if a man thinks it’s his idea, the idea is marked with brilliance and immediately initiated. There I am making a scooping motion with my hand to demonstrate when an idea comes to me. *cue light bulb pinging on here* “Hey, why don’t you use water resistance. You could go in the pool and do the doggie paddle. Say, start with five laps and work up.”
Yeah, I really hadn’t thought this one all the way through before I blurted it out. But, hey, sometimes my off-the-wall ideas really work. As to that? This wasn’t one of those times. I do have to say, though, that the expression on Honey’s face when he looked at me was priceless.
“The dog paddle? You want me to do the doggie paddle?”
Did I mention that Honey was somewhat of an athlete at school when it came to most sports, but especially swimming? To this day, when he does the crawl the water barely ripples. So yeah, I may have wanted to tweak the doggie paddle comment to a breast stroke with a twist or something. Drat!
His tone was deeper when he spoke, which was kind of surprising because I thought it would be the other way around, given how incredulous he was.
“You want me to go into our pool and do the doggie paddle, back and forth, in front of my girl? Perfect. My hand will be working better, but there goes my sex life.”
Admittedly he was being a tad melodramatic here, but he did have a point. Just the visual of Honey doing that kind of paddle had me inwardly doing a Homer Simson shudder.
“I’m willing to compromise, though. Get me a bucket of sand.”
I was still trying to get over the visual when I frowned. “Excuse me?”
He sits forward, spreads his legs like the bucket’s between them and starts to make a digging motion with his hands. “I’d rather dig sand then emasculate myself swimming like a toddler. Doggie paddle.” He shook his head. “I think my idea of the sand would work to make the hand stronger.”
See how he did that? Like he’d have ever come up with the idea without me leading him to it. Sheesh. Time for a hair flick and one of my patented zingers, no?
I look right at him. “Great. You’re going to need a stronger hand. Because, until I get the visual of you doing the doggie paddle out of my head, you’re on your own, babe.”
LOL! The look on his face? Once again priceless. Aw, he looked stricken, but did I give a fig? Nope. All I kept thinking was, when I buy the bucket I’m going to see if I can get one that has a little doggie on the front of it. Heheheh. I’m so bad. Poor Honey.
Riley
February 19, 2014
Coming Soon!
February 28th, 2014!!!
A powerful Dom is determined to own her. Mind, body and soul. In that order and with no exceptions…only fate has other plans for them.
February 16, 2014
February 14, 2014
Happy Valentine’s Day!!!! Guess what I’m Doing…
First an update. Barring any unforeseen happenings, Requested Surrender, will be released on Feb 28th. Yay! Here’s one of my favorite “David” Quotes from their story.
And I wanted to say a quick thanks regarding, A Date With A Dom. So far the feedback I’ve been getting is phenomenal! I love each and everyone of those readers who have taken the time out of their busy schedules to read, email me or post a review. You guys are amazing! Hearing from you inspires me to want to jump out of bed and write each and every morning. Of course you’re making Honey’s life a living hell because he misses me like crazy. I told him I’d make up for the fast and furious writing schedule I’ve been pulling over the last two months – tonight, so wish me luck. He thinks we’re going out for a fancy dinner at a restaurant (kind of like the one David and Lacy go to) but do I have a surprise for him. >:) Heheheh.
We are going out for dinner, BUT we’re eating at the bowling alley. Oh, *waves off you’re blink, blinks* Don’t look at me like that. It’s going to be sexy. I’m packing the tablecloth and the candles (actually the fake light candles because the owner of the alley said I couldn’t bring in real flames) *sigh* I like my real flames, but they’ll just have to wait until we play a couple of games and finish our delicious over-the-counter meal because I’ll have champagne chilling at home. That’s not all I’ll have chilling, but the rest of what I could mention here has to remain a super-secret. *Leans in to whisper* I don’t want to get arrested, nor do I want my children knowing what their saint-like parent’s do, now that those little ones have left the nest. *thinks* Yeah, it’s more like a den.*looks right at you* A den of iniquity. *wink, wink* ’Nuff said there.
I hope all you guys have a wonderful Valentine’s with your Valentine! I know I’m going to.
Riley
Here’s one of my favorite blocks in, A Date With A Dom.
(click on cover to view on Amazon)
“How nice. Bracelets to match the necklace?”
And she was back to her old self fucking with him again. “Try cuffs to match the collar.”
She held them up and made a dubious face. “I really don’t see it.”
“I do,” he whispered, stepping closer until her breasts touched his labels. Searching her face before he added, “I see you, after you get used to this beginner’s set, locked in thick, cold, steel. I’ll have it specially designed for you. Maybe with an inscription that reads, I see it clearly now, sir.”
She hesitantly backed away a couple of paces and attempted a smile. “Funny. That’s very funny.”
But he wasn’t kidding. He was very, very serious.
I really do love these guys and I can’t wait for you to spend more time with them!
February 11, 2014
February 6, 2014
A Date With A Dom
This is currently available on Amazon for .99 but if you wait until the weekend it will be free, free, FREE! Only for the weekend because the powers that be won’t let me keep it that way longer. Now, this is the collection of “free reads” already available on my site with the inclusion of two additional scenes (they’re steamy) and the first chapter of Requested Surrender as well! Yep, it’s the chastity belt/saw scene. >.<
Hope you like this little BDSM bite before the actual meal. 
Speaking of meal, I’m pushing for a Feb 25th release date, but it will probably be closer to the 28th. I’m so excited. David is a very determined and possessive Dom. It may take Lacy a while to figure it out, but he’s just the kind of guy she needs. *wipes brow* Good thing, seeing as how they have this whole huge story going on.
Riley
February 5, 2014
Honey better not!
So there we were last night, sitting watch the news and this commercial comes on. Now, you have to image what my day was like. I took the dog the to the vet’s, my mother to the neurologist’s (I am so blogging about that little trip to the third dimension another time) wrote two guest posts, worked on the files for another business venture, critiqued chapters for one of my favorite author’s, and made dinner – so I’m kind of ready to zone out for a half hour before I have to finish the three last things on my to-do list for the day. Honey is usually awesome when he knows I’m stressed and remains low key. So when it happened I didn’t expect him to participation. But, well, you can be the judge as to how that went. Personally, I laughed my ass off.
There I was watching the forecast when it cut to commercial. I guess I should mention that I barely ever watch TV. I get all my news from social media and if I want a great visual, I pick up book from my TBR mountain. But then there are those times when I’ve been rung through the ringer. You know what I mean? When you want something different to distract you. I call the TV white noise and that’s what I needed just after dinner. So there I was staring at it – the stupid channel – thinking this is crazy. This news guy’s jokes don’t make even make any sense, when it cuts to a commercial for Valentine’s Day.
The byline reads: Buy your girl a basket of chocolate dipped fruit for Valentine’s Day…
I had to read that twice. However, after the horrible Doritos Super Bowl commercial I wasn’t completely shocked. Did you see that one? The Super Bowl commercial, I mean. It was the one where the mother and son had a passive aggressive vibe going on after she brought home groceries to feed the ungrateful ass-wipe. That’s all I’m going to say about that. I’m being kind here, only because it was probably teenage ass-wipes who made that commercial. At least I hope so. Because there were so many things wrong with that ad space, on so many levels, that I’m still wondering who approved it.
But back to the commercial in question. Chocolate dipped fruit on the big V day. Hm… *taps front tooth with index fingernail whilst I contemplate that happening* Yeah. No. Fruit expires pretty fast guys. So there’s me shouting at the TV. “What good is all that fruit to a woman? Are you going to help your significant other – the one you bought the basket for, eat it all? In two days! Forty-eight hours! Seriously? That’s the best and most sexy thing you can up with on V day? Think again, Bucco.”
And there’s Honey, who had been very quiet beside me. He picked up the remote without looking at me and put it to his ear. Then he said, “Hello? Chocolate covered fruit people? I’d like to cancel my basket order please. My girl doesn’t want it. She thinks her Bucco can do better.”
And there I was nodding…damn straight. Until I laughed my butt off because the guy cracks me up. Unless he winds up buying me that fruit basket. Then I’ll be crying. Just you watch…
Riley
