Mr. Met's Furry, Fantastic Road Trip

I'm a little late on this one, but I'd just heard that when the NY Mets were in Pittsburgh for a recent road trip the hotel in which they were booked was the site of Anthrocon 2009, a furries convention. Those are two interesting groups to have mingling at the bar!

Stalking the Mailman

I've been hearing that Pleasure Bound is starting to pop up in people's mailboxes, so I've been peering out my window each afternoon, stalking the mailman as I breathlessly await its delivery. No luck yet, but Alison Tyler teased us all yesterday with a sexy snippet from Stephen Elliott's Once More Beneath the Exit Sign. I can't wait to read the rest!

Ruining All Our Fun

Today has been deemed the first annual "Freelancers Put On Your Pants Day." I plan to boycott!

Well, in spirit only. I have to leave the house, so pants would probably be a plus. It did make me laugh, though, because I know more than a few people who live like that, but it's not a case of being underemployed. They're simply happier working that way.

Holding Pattern

Word has been gradually spreading that Black Lace and Nexus are "on hold" for 2010, which is sad news. Hopefully, they will resume in 2011, but there's so much competition in the erotica market nowadays that it will be a tough trick to pull off.

Pretty in Pink

Another flasher. This one was written for Alison Tyler's Tie Me Tighter contest.

Pretty in Pink

The music was loud, its beat relentless, and I rocked my body to the fierce tempo as slashes of color from the club's flashing lights striped my figure. I knew he was watching. I saw him admiring me with a lustful stare that emboldened me. I let the music carry me toward him, toward the inevitable.

We didn't exchanged names, only smiles, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and we began to sway in time to the thumping rhythm. The friction of our dance teased my nipples into sensitive little points that craved even more contact. I ground my hips against his, feeling the firmness of his swollen cock—the promise of so much pleasure. I pressed my lips to his and moaned when he teased the tip of my tongue with his own. His hands roamed over my back, stroking my exposed flesh as his fingers wandered into the slit in the back of my silky fuchsia blouse.

I spotted the entrance to the ladies' room and urged him back toward it. We slipped inside and headed to the last stall. I pushed him up against the tiled wall and reached for his jeans. I gazed into his chocolate-brown eyes as I unzipped his pants, feeling my mouth water in anticipation. I peeled back the denim and gasped when I saw the cotton-candy pink lace panties stretched tight over his cock. It was so perfect and pretty, and all for me.

Raided!

The birds have finally found the blueberry bush in the backyard. It was already looking like a light crop this year because the heavy rains had knocked off a lot of the blossoms. But there still was quite a bit of berry potential out there. However, I wasn't fast enough, and the birds decided to help me out. They did leave me about a dozen berries, though. How thoughtful of them.

Ah, well, at least the chubby neighborhood sparrows are well fed.

I'm off to run errands, then it'll be time to hunker down and make more smut...

I am Pooh

Oh, I guess I should back up a bit. The past few months I've been trying to remind myself that I'm in control of my own happiness. That I need to concentrate more on my own actions, not anyone else's. That I can't micromanage the world—although, trust me, at times it's felt like I've tried. So what's the solution? Well, letting go of the unimportant things and maintaining a healthier perspective.

And where does Pooh come in? I was reading The Tao of Pooh yesterday, which really does relate to all of the above—especially the part about perspective. So, yes, I am letting go. I am Pooh. Except for that whole no pants in public thing.

I got some nice writing news today, but it's not officially official yet, so mum is the word. While I wait, I will squee quietly and dance to the music in my head. Feel free to join in. Pants optional.