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Young Buck’s Death by Dancing

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I inhale his scent, his warmth, his youth, his deliciousness and know that for a few seconds I’m facing no one, so I can close my eyes in the wrongness of this rapture.
His body is against mine, in a vertical expression, as the music sings that if dying of love is possible, of it, I shall die.
This isn’t love, oh no, with this young buck, this is not exactly lust either.
It’s a sensual profound desire to show him the heights of pleasures I could take us to… Ah he could be so green.
But he moves with me in perfect harmony, the hips sway in absolute enticement, the hands keeping me captive, one on my back; the other keeps my right hand on his heart, I can feel it, the drumming against my palm, the soft touch of his palm against the back of my hand. And then he turns us and I face the crowd, the other dancers, no longer safe, no longer, my face is hidden from judgement.
I open my eyes to pretend it’s a normal dance, that he isn’t killing me, that there isn’t a dragon perched behind my neck, full fletched wings, the spam of three worlds opened, breathing fire over us.
Burning me, killing me, I’m falling.

a new rule… coming up soon

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time, the final frontier… a while ago I wrote an erotic book. Not a romantic novel, not a sweet erotica, a book so erotic if it’s printed it will leak sperm from it.

The famous Fifty Shades only takes our lovely housewives to a threshold and leaves them there, panting without ever crossing some lines or pushing them beyond certain comfort zones.

My book is not for comfort zones, not for housewives, not for virgins, women who want to inhabit the submissive or un-empowered roles.

This book is for the character who wants to be the centre of attention, who wants to know what it is like, in detail, to have multiple partners.

The niche is for heterosexual women with a very strong preference to bed men. Who like their masculine traits and everything about them.

During the time when I tried to sell it, I discovered a new word to describe it: INVERTED HAREM.

Gotta love it!

A few years ago I tried to sell the book to appropriate publishers and get myself a related agent without success. After several refusals, I left it. The energy to self-publish, then, didn’t come. So I left the book rest because the story was not technology dependent, and wouldn’t age.

I let it breathe and age.

time passed

My writing grew. I grew. My writing voice transformed and I became so much more powerful in my writing. Now I have reviewed the book.

The first chapter was challenging, technically, because the setup was complicated. Now I have the writing ability to make it clear and interesting to read, which before I didn’t as much.

I am so happy now, the new manuscript is delicious. I am sending it for the editor for proofreading and shortly it will be available.

Watch out for the “Rule of Ten”…

Taste of “Rule of Ten”

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He rested his forehead on mine and with the tip of one finger in each hand traced down my arms, a light touch until he reached my hands and interlaced his fingers with mine.
We stood like that, breathing heavily, number nine and I, for a while, his nose resting lightly on mine, eyes closed, breathing each other’s air. Letting the moment sink in, getting to experience each other’s skin, scent, energy. I felt his body through every point of contact, his thigh against mine, his belly against mine, his fingers in between mine, the velvet of his skin forearm with forearm. The heat radiating between us.
Our inhaling and exhaling matching, intensifying, deepening.
Then he moved his face and went for my mouth and his tongue danced with mine. We travelled to the centre of the Earth in those moments, before the door was opened and we were interrupted.

This is little taste of “Rule of Ten” a book that will come out at Amazon in the next couple of months, comment if you like it, so I know I’m on the right path.

Awakened Dragon’s Value Statement

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I am a hell of a Woman, and I am a great catch, so stop expecting me to give you all before you prove your value. Something happened these days, with the availability of online dating that it feels like most men think that just because we are there at all, they don’t have to offer anything and should be given everything, at the ask of a phone number.

No. I am a hell of a woman, prove to me you are better than my solitude, and you shall receive my divine contact number.

I am not a perfect twenty-year-old body anymore. Instead, I am a goddess at the height of their power, a 48 year-old stepping into power, and very well put together.
I have the wisdom and experience to carry my baggage with lightness and grace.
I am productive within world chaos and can keep my bearings inside personal storms. I am intelligent and independent, and although I am not rich, there is a good chance fortune will find me some day, or not. What I already have is quality of life enough. I have a mission, and I know where I am going in life, and what I want from it, which is way above average.
Other than chocolate and coffee I don’t have other vices.
I’m reasonably sane and intensely heterosexual, and understand that for most men that might be a detractor, also I’m also intensely honest, painfully so.
I can cook, I can write, I can dance, really.
As modern philosopher Joey Tribbiani would say “what’s not to like it?”
On top of all, my Kundalini, is not a puppy dog, it’s a Goddess Dragon, mature, fully grown, awakened after a long hibernation, into new golden skin, free of yearnings and false hopes, expectations, and need for validation.
When the dragon stretches her wings and soars, the fire consumes and burns… my sexual energy is vital and pure.
In the past, when people asked me “but why are you single for so long?” a great sadness would settle on my shoulders, as if it was my failure to secure the elusive eligible bachelor, and I hadn’t been up to the task.
Now the dragon laughs “because, the knight deserving of the treasure hasn’t come along in this time!” They come, and they want to plunder. They want the gold, like thieves in the night. They forgot about honour, and value, and proving themselves.
I have kindness in my heart, and so much love ready to be offered, like piles and piles of precious stones and a hall of treasures, to the one that breaks the spell. All he needs, is to be worthy.

Missing Parts

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I’m a particular lover of good drama on TV. I mean shows with high production, strong story lines, and as far as possible from reality TV. I’m interested in reality and in TV, but not together.

I love when I go out with friends and I end up in this close conversation with a few (not many) friends and we go into intimate details of anything in their lives, how someone likes to cook naked, how they woke their partner up with a fart, how they felt when they conquered a new job.

And, as I said, I love a good TV show, well produced and designed. When I’m watching I often think of my own life and that — with today’s social realities — I have been missing “the conquest”. With more and more online dating these days, it has been rarer that you meet someone in your circle of people you know and things develop from there.

I have been sighing every time on TV, one character bumps into someone on the street and they have ‘the spark’. I’ve been missing the spark, the slow development of something, the falling for someone, the distraction and actions.

Then, something changes. Someone in one of my circles… something changes in their life and we see each other. Now I feel the flutter in my belly all day and the looks and smiles, and it is exactly what I had been desiring.

The funny part is that, from the first time I met this man, I have this image of him on my bed. The scene is very clear in my mind, I can smell the sex and feel the heat in the air. He is on a diagonal, naked, belly up, looking at me behind him, so he has his head bent back and is looking at me upside down. He is saying he can’t move a muscle.

Have I seen the future? Or have I been driving things to this conclusion… but I had no control over his previous situation, so no. Will it ever really happen?