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May 6, 2017
Sexy Saturday Round Up
[image error]Helllllllo my fellow vaginas! We’re still recovering from our fun-o-rama time at RT on Wednesday. (Speaking of which–check out our games below–there’s still time to play, there’s still time to win. ; > )
Now that it’s the weekend–at last!–it’s time to settle in and relax with all our fabu links to news and articles about gender, sex, women, and lurv from around the web.
From Madeline:
The Great New England Vampire Panic
May is Masturbation month! Pledge to masturbate this month and better the world!!!!
How much money can you net from your celebrity sex tape? Not as much as you’d think.
Mexico outraged over a woman blamed for her own murder.
Mirror mirror on the wall: Ask Men suggests 4 ways to use mirrors during sex.
The average wait time people take to have sex in a new relationship.
Meanwhile, let’s contemplate what we can get out of the rando hookup
Yes to the Polygamous throuple’s wedding dress!
Luxuriating in the good life or wallowing in your own filth? Manrepeller weighs in on taking a bath.
Why he chose you and why he dumped you: The Romantic Narcissist
From Elizabeth Shore:
Like it or loathe it, the underboob trend is here to stay. For now, anyway.
A slideshow to get you squirmy – hot naked guys reading in bed.
Your kinky new best friend – spreader bars.
When you absolutely have nothing better in the entire universe to do, take a doughnut quiz.
May 4, 2017
Guess the Lady Smut TBR Stack–Win $10 Amazon Gift Card!
[image error]Hi RT Orphans! Does your TBR pile have some of the same titles as ours? Let us know–leave us a comment below. 
May 3, 2017
RAFFLE WINNER!
We’ve already sent you an email, and we have your snail mail addy. The books will be on their way to you next week.
Everyone else–thanks so much for coming to our first ever Lady Smut event at RT. We hope you tell your friends about us, and poke around a little bit on the blog. XOXO
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Never Have WE Ever Ever! Lady Smut Bloggers Reveal All…
We just finished our game of NEVER HAVE YOU EVER EVER at Romantic Times and it was a blast! Not to fear, RT orphans!–it’s your turn to play. Match our bloggers to their sexy/funny confessions below and you could win a $10 Amazon Gift Card.
[image error]THE RULES: Read the questions & answers below. All the bloggers answered all the questions in the same order every time. Match the answer color to the author.
Answer colors: Pink, Red, Blue, Light Green, Lavender, Orange, Dark Green, Red-Violet, Black. Bloggers: Madeline Iva, Elizabeth Shore, Kiersten Hallie Krum (KHK), Isabelle Drake, Elizabeth SaFleur (ESF), Alexa Day, Rachel Kramer Bussel (RKB), G.G. Andrew, Thien-Kim Lam (TKL).
Sample email: “Hi Lady Smut, here are my answers: Pink is Isabelle Drake, Red is KHK, Blue is Alexa Day…” Email us your answers at ladysmutblog@gmail.com. The first person who guesses the blogger order correctly wins!
CONTEST CLOSES SATURDAY NIGHT, (MAY 6th) at 12pm PST!!!
1) Have you ever used a sex toy?
Yes, indeed, lots of them!
Possibly… though most of the toys around here are the kind that I trip over on the floor in the middle of the night. It’s true what they say: there’s nothing worse than stepping on a Lego at 2 a.m.
Does the earth rotate around the sun? That would be a yes.
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I had this nasty-ass clog in my bathroom sink. Couldn’t get even a drop of water to go through. So I grabbed my biggest, longest, whopper of a dildo – and I used that sex toy to pummel that drain into submission. Pounded hard–slap slap. Had that baby unclogged in seconds.
I’ve been single for a looooong time. You’re damn right I have. And my best friend knows exactly what to do about my “special box” in the event of my death…before my father finds it. She’s my equivalent of the Coupling pron buddy.
I am a sex toy virgin. Saliva is my go to sexual aide.
Yep. But I’m not going to tell you about that. I’m going to tell you about the time I was asked to review a set of sex toys. The box was sent to me; I took it to the office where I do my writing. There were so many, I wasn’t sure where to start. Maybe to some people five isn’t all that many, but for me it was a little intimidating. I laid them out on the table beneath a big window, so I could look them over to get inspired. You know what I mean. A couple days later, the maintenance guy lets me know the blinds he ordered for the big window had come it, and that he was going to install them that day. Nope. I didn’t remember ‘the display’ spread out right beneath the window. That’s not completely true. I didn’t remember it –later. When I got home. Now,I remember it every single time I see him.
Yes, but only after he agrees to being used.
2) Have you ever had sex outside the bedroom — where?
On an airplane.
Maybe, but it’s a skill I could stand to work on. I’m very into multi-tasking and those lines at the DMV can get pretty long, amiright?
How much time do you have? Outside, hot tub, pool, beach, on a (stationary) motorcycle (for real), at a music festival, in a tent, against a tree, in the woods….
Bedroom, kitchen, living room, tennis court, but who’s counting?
Once I did it in my apartment’s second bedroom. So technically it was outside THE bedroom.
In college. Outside up against the wall of the chapel (no judging!).
In a pottery studio. Yes, a la the movie GHOST. So cheesy. Sigh. But the sex was smoking hawt.
On the beach, of course! You want to know the others? Read my stuff and guess.
Everywhere but the bathroom. I mean, no judgment, but the thought of actual sex in a bathroom is not for me.
3) Have you ever had a threesome?
Yes and they’ve been some of the best sexual experiences of my life, especially with a couple who were clearly in love.
Naw, too much work/people to think about/elbows to nudge me in the face.
In my dreams, yes. In reality—no.
I can neither confirm nor deny this.
Well, sometimes the cat looks on with the stink eye when I and partner have the naughty in full bloom. That’s three, right??
A very, very, very long time ago, when I was too young and inexperienced to understand a lot of things…or enjoy them for that matter.
No, but I enjoy living vicariously through my friends.
Nope.
I can’t get anyone to agree to my terms, so sadly, the answer is no.
4) Have you ever gotten sexual with a woman? –to what extent?
Yes, I’ve had one-night stands with women as well as relationships.
Nope. I’m neurotic enough by myself.
Yes. We’ll just leave it at that.
There was a reason the other wing on the floor of my college dorm was called Lesbian Lane.
The saleswoman at Victoria’s Secret once helped me pick out some new bras. We talked about panties, too. Low-rise hiphuggers versus cheekys. It was intense!
Nope. Strictly dickly.
Had to kiss a few women while “acting”. It felt strange kissing someone shorter and smaller…but…interesting.
Define sexual. Because I think the answer is going to be yes.
I have not. I think I am the elusive Kinsey Zero.
5) Have you ever done something where you’ve slapped your hand to your forehead later and said–“I can’t believe I did that!” Some deets pls.
Definitely. If I told you, I’d have to kill you though. Just kidding. Short version: Gone out with a stranger because I was impressed with their 15 minutes of fame, then kept the date going into the bedroom even though they turned out to be really weird (they brought their assistant on our date, for one thing).
Many, many times, but almost none of them sexual.
Yes. I had sex with a married man believing he was single. The bastard.
All the time. You mean with sex? There was the one time I fell off the bed right in the middle of my horizontal polka.
OK, so. I had this incredible craving for grapes one time. The red kind, cause I find the green ones a little too tart. Know what I mean? So I’m in my car and I’m really close to Whole Foods, like a few blocks away close. Shop Rite, where I should be going, was considerably farther. I was like some grape addicted junkie needing my fix, so I just said “f**k it, I’m going to Whole Foods. I bought the grapes, but they were like $7.99 a pound versus 2.99 a pound at Shop Rite. The cashier told me I owed almost $25 for all the bleepin’ grapes I just bought, and I smacked my forehead and said, I can’t believe I just did that!
There’s stuff I’ve done from decades ago that still makes me cringe…and some from last week. But nothing sexual.
That time we were messing around and I got sperm in my eye. Swear I felt wiggling. It really stung. Like, for an hour at least.
Are we still talking about sexual stuff? There was a time I attempted to sit on a bar stool and fell…and another time I got a job at ‘being” the Easter Bunny at the mall.
I don’t know if you mean this in a good or bad way. This happened to me in a good way. I still can’t believe this happened. Some time ago, I met a trio of military folk from the Army Officer Training School, which is not far from home. One of them sat down next to me at a bar. Turns out he was celebrating his thirtieth birthday. At the time, I could still see thirty in the rearview mirror, but it was very small and receding quickly. The officers and I went dancing, and I eventually went home with the birthday boy. This is not the shocking part of the story. The birthday boy invited me to a party. A pool party. A pool party with lots and lots of hot, shirtless, young, newly minted Army officers. I kept expecting to wake up. We played a couple of drinking games (my first time playing Flip Cup). It was apparently some sort of tradition for guests to be carried to the pool by their hot, shirtless hosts and tossed in, even if those guests are wearing short, filmy sundresses. You know, the sort of thing that sticks to you after you’ve been tossed into a pool. Important lesson: Study the social traditions of one’s hosts before attending their party. Fortunately I was able to borrow some clothes for the long drive home. I wrote an epic poem about this party. Sometimes I still don’t quite believe it actually happened, but I still have the borrowed clothes to remind me. Good times, good times.
6) Have you ever gotten kinky — was it enjoyable?
Yes. I’ve been tied up in a dungeon with someone else and gotten spanked in front of a roomful of people.
I’m not sure what “kinky” even means anymore. One woman’s kink can be another’s Saturday Night Special.
Yes. See earth reference.
I’ll try (almost) anything. Twice.
One time I fed my cats and I had no clothes on. Not even a stich!
Kink is in the eye of the beholder. But generally, no. I’m adventurous, but overall, mostly the usual. Especially compared to the Lady Smut crew.
Yes we get kinky, and f*** yeah,…it’s awesome!
The answers are yes and yes. If it wasn’t a good time I wouldn’t have done it. What’s that? You want details? I wish I could offer some but I’m not the get kinky and tell sort of girl.
Possibly the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done (and yes, I am reframing the question) is to be hooked up to a TENS unit. This was at another kind of party. The sensation is really intriguing. Kind of like having one’s muscles gently twisted this way and that beneath the skin. A strange, fluid feeling. Very pleasant. All things considered, the TENS unit isn’t all that kinky. My host hooked the TENS unit up to my shoulder, under my dress. But a lot of people are all about being hooked up in other places, if you know what I mean. If you get the picture.
7) Have you ever done “something”–wink wink, nudge nudge–with more than one person on the same day (but you know, NOT at the same time.)
I have but I actually wound up feeling really guilty about it because it wasn’t planned.
I gotta be honest: this question kind of exhausts me.
Yes. Yes, and yes again.
I’d tell you, but I’d have to kill you.
Yeah. Next question please.
A lady leaves the dance with the man who brought her.
Three dates with three separate guys in one day. Even **I** can’t believe that happened.
Do the characters in my books count?
I have not. Usually, if I’m with one person, it doesn’t leave enough time for ‘something’ with another person on the same day. I am, however, a huge proponent of dating more than one man at a time, each on his own night, until one of them starts looking like a really good idea.
8) Have you ever read someone else’s blog post on Lady Smut and thought: “Hoo boy! That was hot/interesting/made me feel squidgy inside.” — Which blog post was it?
This one: Cum On Are You Gonna Swallow That
I’m not sure about squidgy, but the sex robot posts are always interesting! As are the posts about hot villain characters. Hot villain characters are what makes American great.
Yes. A lot of the spanking posts in the spanking category do it for me.
Hoo boy! That was hot/interesting/made me feel squidgy inside –That’s not one of the Lady Smut posts!
Now that would be telling… So many. Hard to choose.
I’m into posts on men. Bald men, sexy older men, and the occasional post-apocalyptic Viking.
I have to say Alexa’s post on Sharing Sexy Secrets just about killed me when I read it yesterday…Lexi and Elizabeth Shore get really edgy, and I lurv it!
Oh geez. Lots of them. Learning about, thinking about, new stuff always gets me stirred up. Not just the steamy things, but anything “thinky” gets my attention. Comfort and stability are great, but mixing things up in conversation, and other places, matters to me.
You guys are fantastic, and all your posts are fascinating. But I’ve never been tingly.
9) Imagine someone is holding a gun to your head and you now have to choose a sexual activity you’ve never quite gotten up the nerve to try before. What would it be? The upside: you get to pick the hot sex partner.
A threesome with two guys.
I’d be too nervous to say–there’s a gun to my head!
A three-some with Jason Momoa and David Gandy and they can do *anything* they want to me.
The fantasy of two men is real but I’d never feel safe enough to do it. I’m totally boring as I don’t fantasize about hot celebrities. Though I never turn away eye candy, champagne, and ropes.
Hot partner of choice would be Dwayne Johnson. But that’s not gonna happen. The Rock doesn’t fear no stinkin’ imaginary gun!
Hugh Jackman circa 2007 is my reward for all the unbelievable crap I endured in early aughts and beyond. In a hot tub. The rest would be organic evolution from there.
After watching the Man From U.N.C.L.E I thought long and hard about several m/m/f scenarios in which I was the filling in a Henry Cavill/Armie Hammer sandwich. But who didn’t? ; >
If I was feeling sassy, I might suggest doing it with a robot. If I was feeling risky, I might suggest a werewolf. Rugged? A cowboy. You get the idea, its going to depend on my mood.
It’s a better use of that imaginary gun to put it to his head. I suspect he’ll need to get up his nerves more than I do.
10) What is the most shocking sexual thing you’ve ever done–that you’re willing to tell us?
This is a tough one! The very first sex party I ever attended I lay on a kitchen counter while a metal sex toy that had been in the freezer was used on me. That probably counts.
I’m willing to tell you–for a price. I accept PayPal.
Sex at a NYC play party with 200 people around, some within inches of us.
First I’ll need a pitcher of margaritas.
That I’m willing to tell? See above re Victoria’s Secret.
All the shocking sexual things I do are done in my head and in my books…for now.
My Sweetie and I spent a lot of time naked in our bed post-sex with the covers on. For some reason, our apartment mates often came into our room and hung out while we were in this state. This is back when we shared an apartment with a revolving cast of characters. Why was our room so popular? Why didn’t we just get out of bed and get dressed once in awhile? IDK.
See answer to number 6.
I don’t think I’ve ever been shocked by any sexual thing I’ve ever done.
[image error]Thanks for playing, folks! One caveat–what happens on the blog stays on the blog. We reserve the right to deny everything in person. ; > Let us know what you enjoy about sharing sexy secrets below in the comments section. Follow us at Lady Smut! Subscribe to our saucy monthly newsletter! And thanks so much for bringing joy and friendship to our blog. We luvs you, readers.
May 2, 2017
Hey, Girl, Sharing Is Caring: Why Sharing Secrets Is Cool, Sexy Fun
This couch is not big enough for five people. That’s just the way we need it.
By Alexa Day
By now, you’ve probably heard that Lady Smut is at the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. Oh, yes. Right now.
You’ve probably also heard that we’re going to have a party on Wednesday. It’s called. And it’s a chance for you to share your naughtiest secrets for the shot at some awesome prizes.
Some of you are uncomfortable with the idea of telling a lot of strangers your naughtiest secrets. You didn’t even need to hear what the prize was, although I’ll get to that at the end of the post. That’s fine. If I stand for anything on Lady Smut, I stand for your right to choose not to do anything you don’t want to do. And don’t worry, you will still have lots of chances to win something.
But I’m also big on making you answer the tough questions.
Today’s tough question is this: Are you sure you don’t want to tell a naughty secret? Not even one? Not even a not-that-naughty secret?
Just consider these ideas.
Secrets can be fun. Secrets are intimate. Secrets build relationships.
Secrets are sharing, and as you know, sharing is caring.
Let’s demonstrate with a fun game.
I want you to imagine me, your faithful correspondent, sitting in the middle of the world’s longest fainting couch. Kind of like the one above, but much bigger. Almost big enough for five grown people to sit next to each other.
On my left are two really hot friends. Let’s say Mark Strong and Tom Hiddleston. In the past, they’ve played such fun games as “let’s kidnap Alexa with our super-expensive car” and “How to be Wicked,” and this will be much less risque than either of those. Unless they don’t want it to be. I don’t know. I didn’t really ask about that.
On the right are two more really hot friends. Let’s say Ryan Gosling and Idris Elba. They’ve never played one of these fun games before, but like I said, this is not a totally inappropriate game like the others. In fact, I bet if Idris knew about our game, he would volunteer to play.
If you want, you can imagine your own fainting couch. Just pick your own hot friends, because these four are sitting with me. Come back when you’re ready.
Ready? We’ll start with Mark.
I’m going to slide over one spot to sit next to Mark, who wants to tell me a secret. Sharing a secret is going to require me to be physically close to Mark. Possibly close enough for our shoulders to touch. Or our thighs. Whatever makes you comfortable. I want everyone to be comfortable.
Mark is also going to have to put his face pretty close to mine so that I can hear him but Tom can’t. I created this couch, so it’s almost big enough but not quite. I’m not crazy.
And now Mark is going to have to lower his amazingly sexy voice to tell me whatever is on his mind right now.
Consider the warmth of that point of contact between me and Mark. Mark’s accent is curling around my ear. All the baby-fine hair on the back of my neck is rising toward Mark.
It almost doesn’t matter what Mark says at this point, right? I mean, I’m going to pay attention and everything, but the sheer physical giddiness of the secret itself is pretty compelling.
And I wouldn’t be so close to Mark if he didn’t have a secret to share with me.
Is your earspace going to be all warm and tingly from Mark’s secret?
Nope. Mark is sitting with me. But if you’re willing to hear a secret or two, one of your hot friends will do you the same favor.
Once Mark has wound up and I’ve assured him that whatever he said is in the vault, Tom decides that he needs to tell me something, too. This is perfectly normal. I mean, I have a face like that, but it’s normal for a person to seek out an especially trustworthy person for the disclosure of confidences. Sharing secrets makes you that trustworthy person. Just think about that.
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It looks like fun and games to us, but Tom has a lot on his mind. You could be there for him. If he were not sitting with me.
Tom and I really are just friends. I think he’s a sweetheart, but I’m not attracted to him at all, and no, he cannot sit with you now because he is still sitting with me.
I’m going to be a little firm with you. You need to find four really hot friends who are not sitting with me.
Anyway.
Physically, I’m as close to Tom as I was to Mark. Similar point of contact, accent curling around the ear, the whole thing. I have to imagine that Tom is one of those guys who smells really expensive. Once Tom is done telling me whatever he’s got to tell me, he’s going to pat my knee in a we’re-friends kind of way and say, “Now, that’s just between us.”
Stop.
How did I get to be part of an “us” with Tom Hiddleston? I let him share a secret with me. Disclosure of confidences can make you part of an “us,” too. You want to be part of an “us,” right? Sure, you do.
But not with Tom. Tom is sitting next to me.
Be picking your own friends while I go sit next to Ryan.
Ryan and I have not been friends for as long as Mark, Tom and I have, which is to say that I have never involved him in one of these imaginary games. That’s actually just fine with Ryan. See, Ryan has something that’s wearing heavily on his heart. He wants to tell someone, but he’s concerned he will be judged.
Ryan’s best bet is to tell a total stranger whatever is bothering him so much. He doesn’t know that I won’t judge him. As far as he knows, there’s still a chance I will leap to some conclusion about him. But he thinks he’ll never see me again, so who cares what I think about him?
“Hey, girl,” says Ryan. “You want to hear something crazy?”
The answer to this question should probably always be yes. There are some exceptions, and they will leap out at you when they occur. But my advice is to say yes whenever you can and figure it out later. This is what has worked for me.
“Sure, Ryan,” I say. “What’s going on?”
And then Ryan purses his mouth up in that Ryan way and leans over to tell me whatever he needs to tell me so badly. We don’t know each other all that well, so we’re probably not as close together. But one only has to be so close to Ryan Gosling, right?
When Ryan has told me his secret, which is not as troubling as he thinks it is but would probably bother someone out there, he is in a place of vulnerability. It’s an opportunity for me to share some strength with him. Reassure him that I’m not shocked at all. I know he’s a good person. I’m sure no one will think anything about this. Then I’ll give Ryan one of my best reassuring hugs, and we will both feel better. One of us will feel a great deal better.
Want Ryan Gosling to hug you?
Too bad. Ryan is sitting next to me. I feel like we have to keep going over this.
Want your own hot friend to hug you? Open up. Tell your hot friend a secret. A secret can make a safe place for new friendships.
Before Ryan can get uncomfortable with the length and intensity of this hug, I’m going to let go of him and move over to Idris.
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Don’t let Idris play this phone crap with you. He can sit on the couch like everyone else.
Idris and I are going to have a conversation first. I get the impression that he’s an open book. After all, he sent a picture of himself in a state of undress to the entire Twitterverse when he intended to send it privately to his girlfriend. He sought out some brutally honest dating advice from little kids. Idris probably doesn’t have anything buttoned up deep inside him.
This is good news for me. It means I get to tell Idris something.
“Hey, you know what?” I say.
“What?” he says.
Go back and imagine that again. Make sure you have the accent right.
“What?” he says.
Now, I have to initiate with Idris because it’s my secret. So I have to lean over and put my face up against his and whisper something to him. Something complicated. No need to rush through this.
Once I’m done, I’m going to lean back again. Then Idris is going to tell me a secret. Hey, why not? We’re all friends here. Let’s be friendly.
So Idris is going to lean over to share a special point of fact with me. Same point of contact, same curling accent, the whole thing. And why? Because quid pro quo. Show me yours. You know the tune.
Am I saying that Idris Elba will lean over close to you to whisper in your ear once you share a secret with him?
No. Are you paying attention? Idris is sitting next to me.
But you can find your own roomful of friends tomorrow at the Lady Smut Never Have I Ever Ever Ever event. Some of them are probably better with sharing than I am.
Not at RT this year? It’s cool. We will have lots of crazy, sexy cool things happening right here on the blog. I promise.
And if you’re not following Lady Smut already, now is seriously the time. Your secrets are safe with us.
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Tiaras. Fetish toys. Tiaras. Smoking hot books. Tiaras. And goodybags for the first 100 people in line. It’s the Lady Smut Never Have You Ever, Ever, Ever event. And it’s on Wednesday afternoon at 1:30.
You’ll be glad you went.
April 30, 2017
It’s RT Week and the Sexy Is High
by Kiersten Hallie Krum
The RT Booklovers convention burns through Atlanta this week, a hot time in the old town tonight. This is an inauguration year at RT for Lady Smut, and, in true Lady Smut style, we’re kicking it off with the “Never Have You Ever, Ever, Ever” special reader event filled with crowns and swag…and sexy confessions. Later in the week, those of us here at Lady Smut who are not blessed enough to be attending with share a few naughty confessions of our own with you lovely readers. So be sure to keep checking in with Lady Smut as we work to bring the sexy all week long…in Atlanta and beyond.
While our intrepid bloggers are winging their way southward to the RT convention, I’ll be headed to the Great White North for a long weekend in Toronto. Speaking of Toronto, how in the WORLD did I miss these hilarious ads from Harlequin? What ads, you say? I’m glad you asked…
They may not be Ellora’s Cavemen, but a Toronto-based advertising company has put together these fantastic ad campaigns for Harlequin Books featuring every woman’s current favorite hero: the viking and the cowboy. Have you ever wanted to go bowling with a six foot six viking? Or have a romantic mid-day lunch with a hot cowboy–horse and all? Well, these ladies are living the dream.
The ladies are professional actors who are in on the joke–and comfortable with improvising–but it’s the expressions on people’s faces as they watch the date unfold that kill me, especially when the viking lifts the woman’s leg up to put on the bowling shoe. And the looks they get when they start making out after Viking man bowls a spare? I giggled, I won’t lie.
Or maybe your dream has been to ride down the middle of a major metropolitan city on the back of a horse, arms wrapped around you cow-poking honey, who comes complete with chaps and a lasso? Rope ’em, cowgirl. When he flips the coat check girl at the swanky urban restaurant a quarter to stable his horse, I cracked up. Most of the lunchers in this one are women, so the looks our romantic couple garner here are much more of the envious variety. And really, who can blame them?
This isn’t this ad agency’s first foray into the fields of romantic tropes on behalf of the romance novel publisher behemoth. Last year’s campaign was about how you could carry a myriad of romantic heroes in your moderately sized purse, helpfully sprucing up the hours of your humdrum life. What will they come up with next year? Paranormal in the boardroom?
The marketer in me is tickled purple by the campaign. The feminist in me has issues, and not only because these women think girly giggles are the way to go here. I’m not thrilled with the stereotype that women who read romance are on the plump and/or homey side of attractiveness, nor do I adore that the idea is that this romance is fantasy and not that romance is feminist fiction (because, it is). But I’m amused and entertained enough to let my feminist pique take a Diet Coke break.
Whatever direction you’re headed in this week–north or south–be sure to stick with Lady Smut all the way. If you’re at the RT conference, check out our Never Have You Ever, Ever party…and bring along your naughtiest confessions.Win crowns, fetish toys, books and more! Goodybags to first 100 people in line! Wednesday, May 3 at 1:30.[image error]
Writer, singer, editor, traveler, tequila drinker, and cat herder, Kiersten Hallie Krum avoids pen names since keeping her multiple personalities straight is hard enough work. She writes smart, sharp, and sexy romantic suspense.
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April 28, 2017
Sexy Saturday Round Up
[image error]Hello Kittens–The weather is glorious and the Romantic Times Convention is mere days away. We’re panting with excitement, loaded up with swag to our eyeballs, and ready to let our inner wild child par-tay! Meanwhile, we’ve brought you your weekly dose of SSRU. Slurp it down like sunshine. xoxo
From Madeline:
How Mr. Nice Guy gets it wrong sometimes—and how to fix it.
Some snark about the Henrietta Lacks movie staring Oprah: The Immortal Life of White Saviors and Black Stories
True tales from icky real life encounters with a woke misogynist
Uh, you know that guy who’s your friend? Well, here’s what may be motivating his friendship.
C-drama may becoming the new K-drama – check out this review of NIRVANA FIRE from SBTB:
Some women just wanna bone. And that’s what Craig’s List is for.
By Elizabeth Shore:
Frustrated partner who doesn’t know how to make you squirt? Never fear – an instructional video is here.
A-hole alert. The dangerous trend of “stealthing,” a.k.a. removing a condom during sex without telling.
Here’s something interesting: erotic stories for the well-endowed brain. Welcome to Noveltrove.
Is your revved up libido actually an addiction? How to tell.
The appeal of a dominatrix – as explained by men.
Coming to the RT Booklovers Convention in Atlanta this May? Join the Ladysmut.com bloggers for a very special reader event – Never Have You Ever, Ever, Ever — and win crowns, toys, books and more. (Ooo, and we’ll have brownies….) Goodybags (with fun stuff!) to first 100 people in line! Wednesday, May 3 at 1:30 p.m. Add this event to your RT Personal Agenda here.
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I Want A Hot, Devoted, Skilled Soldier Lover and It’s All Susan Stoker’s Fault
A new Susan Stoker book release generally sends her fans into hyper-ventilating excitement. So, everyone have your paper bags ready. Her fifth Delta Force Heroes book, Rescuing Kassie (Delta Force Heroes)[image error], arrives May 15 and is now on pre-order. Let the one-clicking commence.
Romantic suspense is a popular genre in Romancelandia, and Susan’s books have kept fan swooning over SEALs, Delta Force operatives, soldiers, cops and cowboys for the last few years. A prolific writer (i.e. almost the definition of prolific), Susan has several series available in e-book, paperback and audio, not to mention titles landing on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller lists–more than once.
Susan stopped by LadySmut today to share her thoughts on the enduring love of men in uniform and what’s next for her hot heroes and strong heroines, and gave us a peek into her latest, Rescuing Kassie, with a new excerpt (bottom of this post).
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Interview with Susan Stoker
ELIZABETH SAFLEUR: The romantic suspense genre seems to be growing, especially where military are involved. Do you think this is indicative of our world today, meaning it tracks with our fast, action-packed times?
SUSAN STOKER: I’m honestly not sure why it’s growing…I mean, I know why I write it and why I like to read it…men in uniform.
April 27, 2017
First We Take Atlanta: Countdown to Romantic Times (WOOT!)
Next week we celebrate our first LADY SMUT PARTY event at Romantic Times on Wednesday, May 3rd, 1:30 pm. Here’s what to expect:
NEVER HAVE YOU EVER EVER is a fun party game. Guests will complete against each other. (Or sit around and giggle while eating brownies.) We’ll ask the questions–women will raise their hands to share just what they’ve done in the dark. Or in a moat. Or on a boat. –You get the drift here.
There are DOOR PRIZES — the first hundred people to arrive get wrist bands, and a pretty gold mesh bag with swag and a gold body chain.
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DO NOT BE DISMAYED by how skinny these models are. We’ve got body chains from UNBOUND that will fit you!
WINNERS: We’re awarding victory to the most inexperienced as well as to a set of brave sexual adventurers. There are many prizes. (I’ll give you a hint: they all vibrate.)
There are CROWNS for the winners and runners-up –sequins, crystals, and feathers–oh my!
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Okay, our crowns aren’t ***THIS*** fancy, but they’re really fun!
There are RAFFLES.
The first raffle prize is for a box from Unbound. (I’ll give you another hint: it vibrates for a lonnnnng time.) Hey, check out their website–they’re so totally cool.
The second raffle prize is a giant box of books. All those who didn’t get in line early enough for a goodybag get a ticket for this prize. You get your book box raffle ticket at the event–but the raffle winner will be announced here on the blog that evening. Ooooh, the drama!
MORE BOOKS: We’re also going to have free copies of our books on hand–stacks and stacks of them. We’re going to have copies of other author’s romance books as well. You get to take them home with you. Win, win, win!
Who will you meet at this event? Lady Smut gal pals Elizabeth Sa Fleur and Isabelle Drake. Who else? KRIS MICHAELS, best selling author of the Guardians Series, that’s who.
It’s gonna be swagalicious, baby! Who’s joining us?
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FEAR NOT RT ORPHANS!
If you’re like me and you can’t go to RT this year (and pouting a little bit 
