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September 28, 2014
The Kink on My Shelves: Three Favorite Nonfiction Reads
I like to think of it as a sexy prerequisite.
By Alexa Day
During our celebration of kink a little while ago, I saw one of my favorite books mentioned: SM 101. Jay Wiseman’s book has been out there making the ways of kink clear and accessible for vanilla readers for a very long time. I don’t often get the chance to recommend it since I’m generally either writing for kink-aware people who already know about it or for people who are intensely kink-averse and don’t want to hear any more about it. But for folks who are curious about BDSM and its practical ins and outs, I don’t think there’s a better, more sensible book around.
Of course, there’s a counterpart for topping, too.
My week off got me thinking, though. What other nonfiction books would I suggest for the kink-curious reader? I checked out the secret shelves of my library to see what I could come up with. Here are a couple of my favorites.
The New Bottoming Book by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy is a very different book from SM 101, but its approach includes elements of spirituality and just a bit more sensual detail. The book focuses on readers curious about submission, and it’s loaded with lots of anecdotes to help answer questions about what various forms of submission might feel like. It’s a short read and not one to be missed.
Finally, I suggest Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns by Philip Miller and Molly Devon. In many ways, it’s what would happen if SM 101 and The New Bottoming Book had a baby. It’s a fun, in-depth examination of BDSM for curious readers who really might not know anything at all about it. Miller and Devon keep the subject matter light and easy to digest, and this book has a bit more detail for those interested in dominance. In addition to Miller and Devon’s easy conversation with each other, which smoothly expands to include us readers, Screw the Roses offers lots and lots of illustrations. When you’re done, you’ll be able to look at a consensually obtained bruise and know what implement brought it into being.
Even if you never turn this nonfiction knowledge into practical experience, checking out a real-life BDSM read can add a new dimension to your favorite fictional fantasies. That’s worth looking into, right?
I always love to hear about what other folks are reading, so if you’ve got other suggestions and recommendations, I can’t wait to hear about them in the comments. And if you’re not following Lady Smut, this is the perfect time to start. The reading list is sexy as hell, and not a pop quiz in sight.
September 26, 2014
Sexy Saturday Round-Up
Hello, sexy! Typa-typa-type. Our fingers have moved all over our keyboards this week searching the Internets for the best blog posts for you. Relax. We got it.
From Liz:
Interesting piece on Nicholas Sparks. Read the comments. Smirk.
Guys: Six sex moves you don’t want to use.
Blessed are the swingers, baby. A-men.
From Madeline:
From the BBC: Why are we so bare? Could it be to express emotion?
Filed under hmmmmmm. (Rolling my eyes.) From the Atlantic: Women behind the webcam.
Using women’s team sport uniforms to garner attention through sex. (Rolling my eyes. Again)
From Elizabeth:
If this doesn’t have the “ick” factor, I don’t know what does. A German committee says that incest is a “fundamental right.”
So what’s the deal with hand jobs, anyway?
He’s climbed to the top of the ultra-competitive ink ladder. Meet the best tattoo artist in the U.S.
This just in from Captain Obvious: reading sex stories can spruce up a couple’s sex life.
It’s ALMOST HERE!!!
Our new anthology THE LADY SMUT BOOK OF DARK DESIRES is now available for pre-order at Barnes & Noble.
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Notching with David JM O’Brien
I’m happy to have my fellow Tirgearr author David return for a visit. Last time it was werewolves — this time, a little slice of life romance. Take it away, David!
First of all, thanks for having me here today. It’s great to be back on LadySmut. I’d great fun last time I was here, talking about sex and pheromones and my first book Leaving the Pack.
My second book is a very different beast – a contemporary romance written in first person from the male POV.
Here’s the Blurb to give you an idea….
A startling revelation – the long-time friend you never viewed romantically is actually the person with whom you want to spend the rest of your life.
But what do you do about it?
For Derek, a laid-back graduate camping with college friends on Ireland’s west coast in the summer of 1996, the answer is … absolutely nothing.
Never the proactive one of the group – he’s more than happy to watch his friends surf, canoe and scuba-dive from the shore – Derek adopts a wait and see attitude. Acting on his emotional discovery is further hindered by the fact he’s currently seeing someone else – and she’s coming to join him for the weekend.
As their five days on the beach pass, and there are more revelations, Derek soon realises that to get what he desires, he’ll have to take it. Events conspire to push him to the forefront of the group, and, as unexpected sorrow begins to surround him and his friends, Derek grasps his chance at happiness. After all, isn’t life too short to just wait and see?
The question I wanted to experiment with in writing this, was whether a romance could be actually written like that, since most men aren’t usually all that “romantic.” I wasn’t sure whether the story wouldn’t end up just very unromantic, written that way. But it seems it works well enough that at least my editor likes it!
I’m not sure whether the main character is atypical, but he doesn’t seem so at first, or second glance. His best friends consider him a bit of a philanderer, and he’s never spoken up before to dispel their perception, even though the reality is different. He is a romantic soul, however, and admits to “crying at chick-flicks.”
In the following excerpt, the main characters talking over lunch about the end of Derek’s current relationship, and Sinéad’s perception of Derek as a serial philanderer:
Neither of us spoke for a while. We concentrated on our food, pouring ketchup all over the chips. It was Sinéad who first spoke again.
“So, what’s the story with Ana?”
“Last chapter.”
“They don’t all live happily ever after?”
“No. That’s the epilogue; the beginning of a whole other story.”
“Yes? Not just another chapter in your never-ending story?”
“Possibly. You never know. I hope not, though.”
She didn’t say anything for a while, as she picked at the last few of my chips.
“When are you going to tell her?”
“Later on. Do you think she sees it coming?”
She nodded. “Yes, I think so. She seemed despondent this morning.”
“I hope it won’t be too hard on her.”
“Oh, Derek! Don’t worry – she’ll survive!” she exclaimed theatrically, then laughed. “Who knows – maybe you were just another notch for her, too?”
“Eh? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Come on, Derek. Don’t give me that.”
“Give you what, Sinéad?” I asked, leaning back on two legs of the chair. Normally I’d brush a comment like that aside, but I reckoned that the time had come to get to the truth.
“Explain to me exactly what you mean by ‘another notch’. Well, no, not what you mean, but why you are tarring me with that particular brush.”
“Well, you’ve had your fair share of girls…”
“Fair share? How much is that? Does it depend on how good I am for Santa?”
“Ha, ha. I mean a lot.”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”
“I do think so.”
“The world seems to think so. But the world is wrong. A victim of its own rumours.”
“What?”
“Okay, I am a victim of the world’s rumours. Well, maybe not a victim, exactly. A beneficiary even, I suppose, depending on how you look at it.”
“How do you mean?”
I leaned forward a little. “You know the way they say that the best thing to do when you don’t know the answer is to stay silent?”
“Maybe.”
“Well. Sometimes, it seems – or I have found – that if you stay silent, people invent the answers for you. The most interesting ones, of course.”
“What are you trying to get at?”
I leaned back again and spread my hands. “I have a reputation that far outstretches my accomplishments.”
She looked at me without speaking; judging me to see if I was telling the truth or spinning the biggest web of bullshit ever. I sat there and let myself be judged. I could see her acceptance of the truth written on her face. She was surprised, and it changed her opinion of me – if ever so slightly.
Eventually she spoke. “So, you have not been with all the girls you said you’ve been with?”
“No. I never said I’d been with them. I have been with a lot of girls in the sense of kissing them, but not in the sense of notching my belt or my bedpost or anything else.”
She nodded slowly. “So you don’t have as many notches as one would suppose.”
“No.”
“But you do have some notches.”
“Yes!”
“And Ana was one of them.”
“Yes.”
“So, when was your first notch?”
“None of your business! But it was significantly later than the date publicised.”
“Wow. How come?”
“You know what they say about the first notch.”
“Yeah, but most blokes just want to get the knife out as soon as they can. I thought you were a notch-aholic.”
“I know you did.”
So why is it that some (or so many?) men feel such pressure to make others think that they’re sexually proficient to the point that they will lie (if only by omission) about the fact that they have had few (or none) sexual partners?
At the same time, why is it so easy for people to assume that even the more “shy?” reticent, retreating men are still out there having sex with multiple women? It’s just considered the done thing, so everyone must be doing it?
Why doesn’t anybody know, or want to tell the truth, about the number of sexual partners we’ve had, or the frequency of their having sex? This is public knowledge in other species, since they have sex in public (to a certain extent – there are situations in primates where a female will sneak off with a favoured lower-ranked male while the higher-ranked males aren’t looking). Because our sexual acts usually occur in private, when two people are in private it seems we assume they’ve had sex. Married couples (full disclosure, I am one half of a married couple) are by this token, always having sex. They’re not (except my wife and I). But don’t expect them to tell you or anyone else (except very close friends and psychologists etc.) how often they actually are having sex, unless it really is all the time (like my wife and I).
I’ve always thought it weird the way there’s an “acceptable” age at which to “lose one’s virginity” – a phrase I dislike because it makes it sound like you’ve lost your innocence or something precious, when really, nobody nowadays gets – or should get – into bed with another person in complete ignorance of what is going to transpire, and it’s often an arbitrary event, anyway). This acceptable age is basically the same time as everyone else: not too early and definitely not too late. We express surprise if someone actually waits past eighteen, shock if they way into their twenties. So many people say, sixteen, seventeen, unless it was actually earlier.
But the thing about sex and “losing your virginity” is that age is irrelevant – all that matters is whether you’ve done it or not. Once you’ve done it, then it’s done and you’re the same as everyone else. It’s like getting a driving licence: whether you’re 16 or 60 when you get it first, you look the same sitting in traffic. It could even be compared to having your first book published!
If you’ve not had sex yet when you’re asked, though, it can be pretty embarrassing (happened to me when I was a teen), and many choose to say, “oh, my first time was ages ago, at some unspecified time in the past.” Just make it be the past. And once you’ve had your first, well, all the other times you slipped away, it stands to reason you had sex then too, because what would you hold back for? It’s not as if you’re waiting. And so a whole fabricated list of conquests begins to grow. Until eventually some will shy away because they think you’re just out for the same thing you were with everyone else they saw you slip away with.
Which all just goes to show what strange creatures we are.
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September 25, 2014
Manly Romance Writer: Q&A With Nic Tatano
By Madeline Iva
I first noticed Nic Tatano’s name after we got our anthology contract with HarperImpulse. Nic’s gorgeous YA cover was all over the HarperImpulse website at the time and I just love, love, loved it.The Adventures of Jillian Spectre: HarperImpulse Young Adult Romance
It wasn’t until our publisher sponsored Romance Festival 2014 last June, that I realized Nic was a man! He was on this swoon-worthy facebook panel about “THE MEN OF ROMANCE” where a few male romance writers and one male romance blogger exchanged frank conversation about men, how they act with regards to romance, and writing romance novels. Someone asked what really attracted men to women and Nic said, “I think a great signal to get a guy’s attention is eye contact. A look that goes right into your soul is what has always done it for me.”
(!) So, since Nic’s latest book TWITTER GIRL is just out, I thought we should have him on the blog today.
MADELINE IVA: Nic, you have a background in television –and many of your books including your latest book TWITTER GIRL are all about reporters. What led you—savvy, experienced man of network television news–to write romance?
NIC TATANO: My first novel was a political thriller. In fact, I wrote nothing but political thrillers until a few years ago. (They’re published under a pen name, Nick Harlow.) Wing%20Girl: HarperImpulse RomCom
Wing Girl was my first RomCom, published last year.
I discovered the romance genre at a writer’s boot camp and thought it would be fun to give it a shot. It probably helps that I’ve been happily married for 25 years and am an incurable romantic at heart.
The Adventures of Jillian Spectre: HarperImpulse Young Adult Romance
MADELINE IVA: During a facebook event for the online Romance Festival 2014, you said: “I attended a writer’s boot camp and we were assigned to read different genres. One of the books was The Princess Diaries. I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it.”
What did you enjoy about it, Nic?
NIC TATANO: What really hit me about that book was Meg Cabot’s voice. I remember thinking, “Geez, she’s as sarcastic as I am. I can do this.” Of course I don’t write as well as she does, but I think I do snark pretty well.
MADELINE IVA: You said at the romance festival that you “have a unique background” in that you are surrounded by women including your single mother, a wife with three sisters, and seven nieces. What challenges you the most about writing from a female pov in romance novels?
NIC TATANO: My writing critique partners have always been women. They’ll usually tell me stuff like, “A woman would never do or say this.” In return they send me their work and I give them my input on the male characters. I think it’s really helpful to have someone of the opposite sex critique your work, regardless of the genre. And it helps that I have a ton of platonic female friends from working in the news business.
MADELINE IVA: You also said: “I spent my life in television newsrooms which are dominated by women who talk about sex constantly.” Reallllllllly? Do tell!
NIC TATANO: Newsrooms are perhaps the most unique office settings you’ll ever encounter. You think reporters sit around and talk about news all day? Pffft. We have these incredible life discussions; if you’re in a good newsroom it’s like a second family. (Of course a bad newsroom can be a dysfunctional family.) What’s curious about the business is that it is filled with a lot of only children (I’m one) and I think we crave that “big family” setting we never had.
Reporters tend to check their sex at the door. You’re not a male reporter or a female reporter, just a reporter. So nothing is off the table as far as topics of discussion. Women ask men for advice on relationships, and vice versa. Monday morning is like a dating post-mortem where all the single people discuss their weekends. And you’d be amazed at how many take-no-prisoners news people are incredibly insecure about relationships off camera.
As for being frank, the young lady whose desk was next to mine always referred to her dentist boyfriend as “The Driller” and I don’t think she was referring to having a tooth filled.
Twitter Girl: HarperImpulse RomCom
MADELINE IVA: What do you think of the romance publishing world compared to other careers that you’ve been involved in? Are women romance writers as friendly and supportive to male writers as they are to each other?
NIC TATANO: Oh my God, publishing is the total opposite of TV news, which is one of the most backstabbing industries you could find. I’ve pulled so many knives out of my back in newsrooms I could set a table for eighteen. Walk down the hall and you can hear the whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of the blades flying through the air. Jealousy is off the charts. My old boss once told me people will eat their young for an anchor job.
Writers are incredibly supportive people. They are genuinely happy when you succeed and offer a shoulder when you need one. Several veteran authors helped me when I was starting out, and I try to pay it forward with other rookies.
And the people at HarperImpulse are beyond kind. Nicest group I’ve ever worked for. The female writers have taken me in as one of the gang, though sometimes I think they forget I’m there and the discussion gets kinda wild.
MADELINE IVA: Hee-hee. Meanwhile, THE ADVENTURES OF JILLIAN SPECTRE is *really* different from your other work. What led you in this new direction?
NIC TATANO: I had been reading a lot of young adult books and all the dystopian stuff was depressing me. I felt like there was a void of positive books since the Harry Potter series ended. Not that I could ever replace J.K. Rowling, but I wanted to create a world where there was hope. I think young people need a more positive outlook for the future, and that’s what Jillian Spectre is all about.
MADELINE IVA: Go back to Men of Romance Event on Facebook that was sponsored by the Romance Festival of 2014, you said, “Fear of rejection is huge with guys. But when you do connect with someone it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”
NIC TATANO: That fear thing is real. I approached a woman in a bar when I was 22, got shot down, and never did it again. I’d be more scared doing that than covering a hurricane.
MADELINE IVA: Do you think women romance authors depict men accurately? What do you think women romance writers get right about men, and what are they overlooking?
NIC TATANO: Well, I know the people who read romance are looking for a certain type of man, and of course as a writer you’re going to create a guy who most women would want. But if you’re looking for a real guy with a washboard chances are you’ll need to hang out at an antique shop. Mister Right doesn’t look like those guys on the book covers.
The male characters I’ve read seem pretty real to me. I think female romance writers have figured out that we as a species are not terribly complicated but really do value relationships more than we’re given credit for.
What are they overlooking? That men have a harder time recovering from being dumped than women do. Of course, most of them will never admit it.
MADELINE IVA: I can see that happening. Especially for guys who are the strong & silent type. If he stoppers up all his feelings with other people and only confides in one woman, rejection could feel soul crushing.
Thanks for that insight, Nic, and thanks so much for being here with us today.
There you have it, kittens! Ask Nic any questions below in the comments page and please check out his books on Amazon. If you’re r eady to stop dragging your heart around sign up to follow Lady Smut.com — we’ve got the love you need.
September 23, 2014
The Depth Of Vanity – Bleaching The Back Door
Have you heard the one about the porn star who, after getting a full Brazilian, was horrified to discover that the skin color around her bum hole was a darker shade than the rest of her? Ach! WTF do you do about that??! The porn star, so goes the yarn, put out an SOS to her waxer and voilà! Anal bleaching was born.
This story may well be nothing more than a cringe-worthy urban legend, but sadly, the trend toward getting your back door hole a glowing newborn pink is not. A quick internet search reveals plenty of ways to get this procedure done, either in a spa or through home treatment remedies. There are creams galore with names such as Pink Privates, Biofade, My Pink Wink, and Lick and Luck Butt Bleach. No, my friends, I’m not making this up. I wish I were. But good news! If the thought of rubbing your cream-coated finger around your own unsightly bum hole repulses you, head over to a spa and get someone else to do it on your behalf.
One such place is Charmed Salon in California, who on their website asks the burning question: Do you suffer from embarrassing dark or discolored private areas? (I didn’t think so, but … ) We all want to look our best, especially in the most intimate areas of our bodies. (Right, because so many people are staring down my butt hole). Now you can, with our exclusive “bleaching” procedure for sensitive areas. Our anal or vaginal “bleaching” service lightens the pigment around the anal opening to provide a smooth and sexy appearance.
Did you catch the unwritten message in that last sentence? What unsexy losers we apparently all are should we dare to buck the trend and not lighten our anuses. Or so Charmed Salon and many other places would have us think. And how f**ked up is that?!
Wanna know what’s even more f**ked up? The fact that so many people are buying into this delusion. What started as a fringe trend some years ago is growing into a common personal grooming procedure, like getting a lip wax. It’s a sad commentary on self-perception and idealized beauty when the natural pigment around an area of the body we can’t even easily see needs to get “fixed.”
There are risks involved with this messed-up trend, too. Reports of burning, scarring, or incontinence are not uncommon. Yet despite all that, a pink pucker is a desireable pucker, and people are going to great lengths to get their bum holes brighter. But why stop there? Products abound for other offensive dark areas, like nipples, scrotum, underarms, and vulvas. How happy we could all be if only our vulvas were lighter – as this ad from India demonstrates oh-so-well. A young woman grows melancholy when the sight of her handsome husband’s black coffee calls to mind her repulsive dark pudendum. Thank the heavens above for Clean and Dry Intimate Wash! One squirt to lighten those lips and she’s back to being his sexy young thang instead of the trash heap on the couch she’d been mere seconds before.
This kind of message can put me in a real funk. But instead of wallowing in fits of despair, I say we fight back. At Lady Smut we’re all about the sexy, and the sexiest damn thing in the world is a confident woman. So stay with me, everyone. Love your body, don’t brighten your bung hole, and for heaven’s sake, follow us at Lady Smut. You won’t be bummed.
September 22, 2014
More “Early American” Romances, PLEASE!
By Liz Everly
Exciting book-things are happening for me. I mentioned that my historical romance novel TEMPTING WILL McGLASHEN is getting published by Tirgearr Publishing. Well, I actually have a pub date: October 14! YES! It’s happening very quickly—and I am so down with that. Most of the traditional publishing world is a slow and steady crawl—and there are some good reasons for that. But what a nice relief to be clipped along at a nice brisk pace for a change.
The publisher and I have been working on finding cover images—because well, it’s just not easy to find good early American “romance” stock photos— at least not in the time period and the social economic status of my characters, who are farmers, blacksmiths, and innkeepers. No satin or silk for them. I’ve come to realize that probably the cover will not be completely historically accurate, but the publisher is definitely trying, and I guess I feel like as long as the reader gets the feel for the time period and the heat level and so on from the cover, I’m okay with it not being completely one-hundred percent historically accurate. (Fingers crossed!)
I may be a bit of an oddball here—but the lives of common people have always fascinated me more that the lives of Dukes and Duchesses. But if they were upper crust, how many lovely cover images would there be to choose from? Hundreds!
But in the mean time, I’ve checked out some covers of romances from the early-American time period. One of my favorite writers, Pamela Clare, wrote three at least three books in that time frame. Maybe more—but this is my favorite.
Another book in the exact same time period as mine is not quite a romance, but more of a novel with romantic elements. I loved it.
Here are a few books that I’ve now got on my TBR list.
Don’t they look interesting? There’s a great reading list on Goodreads of Early American romances, if you are interested. And I hope you are. For me, the founding of America is rich territory for all writers, but most especially romance writers. The men and women who forged the U.S were nothing if not a passionate lot.
And if you’re looking for passion, follow us here at Lady Smut. We’re a passionate lot, too. Wink.
September 21, 2014
Manservants ‘R Us
by Kiersten Hallie Krum
I’d planned an entirely different post today and then this crossed Twitter feed.
Um. Wow. And also…What?!
I went from GIMME to CREEPY in a New York minute, but then I settled down to read the particulars and turned fully into hmmmmm. This is what snagged my attention: “That’s when we realized male-strippers are hand-me-down fantasies.”
I’m amused by the smug judgmental diss at the end of the ManServants video: “Ladies, if you hate your friend–and yourself–get her a stripper.” I’m all about empowering women and particularly empowering them to claim their sexuality. I’m just not convinced a male strip tease where the dude is all over you like A Night at the Roxbury does that.
Stripping isn’t organically a female fantasy, but one essentially reclaimed from men. Don’t get me wrong, we like to see guys take their kit off. (Boy. Howdy.) But male stripping as entertainment is something women have appropriated from the original male fantasy and it has very different power dynamics then its female counterpart. A bachelorette gig at a male strip club–sorry, male revue club–can be a damn good time, but it’s ultimately not so different from a trip to Medieval Times only with less clothes and no horse shit.
Well, no actual horse shit.
The ManServants web site makes it clear that’s not what they’re about. Based in San Francisco and opened for business this fall, ManServants initially positions itself as an antidote to any woman stuck on the…horns of a stripper dillema. Its raison d’être is to empower women in order to give them an experience that makes them feel worshiped and adored.
ManServants aren’t about what men think women want, or about women acting like men and objectifying men—it’s about the fantasy of finally getting the royal treatment. It’s about adoration, not domination.
With ManServants we want to empower women to define what’s sexy and make their own rules. Rules that a ManServant may then follow.
Sounding better by the minute. Though there’s still a whole “obedience” issue going on there so in that sense, somebody’s being dominated. But wait! How does an enterprising, charming, woman-loving, hot dude get to become a ManServant? So glad you asked!
As a general footnote, this is not an adult entertainment service. No nudity or illegal activities will be permitted. For the love of all that is good and holy, do not send us naked photographs. Your penis will not get you a job, but a great smile and winning personality will. Do not consider applying if you have ever been called the following: douchebag, sexual offender, sexist, creeper, nut job, weirdo, or convicted felon.
I would now like to go do tequila shots with the founders of ManServants. They had me at “your penis will not get you a job.”
Order up!
ManServants can act as chauffeur, bodyguard, picture taker, purse holder, party wait staff, bag carrier, dog walker, grill master, butler, bartender, live music performer, personal assistant, cabana boy…basically whatever tasks might make you want to call out “oh, monkey boy!”, a ManServant will do. You can customize your ManServant too and choose the clothes, hair color, and even the accent of your choice! Darlings, you know how I feel about certain accents…
It’s fun to joke about the studly guy we’d get to mow our lawns and clean our floors, but do we really want to see that fantasy become reality on our doorstep like a Swifter box delivery? Mmmmmmaybe. But if we reverse the genders and make it Maidservants with similar sycophantic adoration for a fee, it shifts the entire power dynamic and becomes more derogatory, offensive, and pervy. Much like the change in power dynamics between a “male revue” strip club and a standard club with women on the pole.
Factor in that many aspects of a ManServants job are as simple as “compliment her every quarter of an hour” or “go for a walk with her” with even a massage upgrade on the offer. It seems ManServants means to make the most of the (generally true) assumption that women are just not being loved and appreciated enough by their mates or their families or both. It means to provide women with some en pointe solutions to combat that lack. Husbands and lovers take note–and perhaps take lessons.
Gotta say, while I’m not sure I’d do it (I’m fairly certain I can’t afford it), I can totally see the fun of hiring up a handsome ManServant designed and chosen specifically to my tastes whose sole duty is to make me goddess of all I survey for a day. Even if only short-lived. that would be some fantasy. Would you?
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Goodbye, Summer; Hello, Year Two!
I put all the ingredients and the mixer on the bottom shelves so that my friend here can make me a cake.
By Alexa Day
The meteorologists say that this is the last full day of summer, and my own calendar tells me that next week marks my first anniversary as part of the Lady Smut crew. In celebration of both, I’ll be taking today off. While I’m away, I encourage you to make the most of the fine weather, to prepare for the new fall television season, and to check out some of my posts from this year.
These are some of my favorites:
Beyond Twelve Years, Beyond Slavery: Future Stories of the Past
The White Zone Is For Picking Up Passengers: Hot Airport Sex
Lust in Brief: Recapturing the Potential of Sexting
And here’s one of Madeline’s posts, just because: They’re Hot. They’re Naked. They’re Two Different Colors.
I’ll be back next week with something hot, so if you haven’t done it already, you should go ahead and follow Lady Smut. We’ll keep you on top of things. You’ll know all the ins and outs. You’ll be abreast of the situation, as it were.
Heyo!
September 19, 2014
Sexy Saturday Round-Up
Hello, Sexy! Sit back, relax, you are going to be here awhile. We’ve got some great posts line up for your reading pleasure.
From Liz Everly:
The scoop with Ellora’s Cave.
15 places to stroke your man.
On pacing your book.
From Elizabeth:
What one woman learned from not shaving her armpits for a month.
Decisions, decisions. What type of threesome is best for you?
Don’t call this gal a gold digger just because she refuses to date a man who’s strapped for cash.
Who you callin’ a slut? This woman just likes having sex.
Breaking up is hard to do. Here are 10 ways to make it less painful.
Girl power! Scotland’s prestigious St. Andrew’s golf club finally – after 260 years! – votes to allow women.
Oh dear. The condom’s disappearing act.
From Alexa:
Her next-door neighbor is into back-door sex … and says other moms should consider it.
If we’re talking about women who really want to be mothers and women who really don’t, we have to talk about this set of women, too.
An author describes her life as an asexual woman.
Stay Hungry
Liz
