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Friday Oct 27
Bite, Drink and Be Scary – Erotic Horror Halloween Special
Over the last few weeks, I had some great fun writing a short story for our special Halloween promotional giveaway (coming up further down the page). Brittney the Vampire Groupie, is my tongue in cheek fun representation honoring this hot and fascinating genre which comes predictably filled with romance, angst, and brooding characters.
This year’s All Hallows’ Eve celebration has offered me the opportunity to write outside my comfort zone again, and I must say I have enjoyed every moment.
Particularly from my extensive research where I have come up with some interesting and fun information. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday Oct 13
Olivia – missing in action. Information overload and too many choices
Hugo, Jane and I attended the family party arranged for me to meet his mother and father. Thankfully, it had been toned down a little due to my whiny requests to for it to be a more low key affair. I am more of an introvert than an extrovert in times like these and had to remind myself this wasn’t going to be one of my ordinary parties where I would be happier naked. This was certainly not one of those occasions.
The party was held at a local hotel, and Hugo’s parents were lovely and welcomed me with open arms. His mother held back a bit with me, and I could see she wanted to ask me more questions. I think Hugo had told her to go easy. Towards the end of the evening, as the drink seemed to loosen her lips, she let something slip about Jane.
She’d always thought he’d end up with her and then when she found out she was a dike (yes, she actually used that word) her heart sank. Gee thanks, mom! “Now she is here this weekend with the two of you…” she continued, “I’m not sure it’s all over…” All over?
I dared not ask, but she told me anyway. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday Sept 22
At the conclusion of this story, you’ll know more about me than you might want to!
Jane my love, you’ve gone and started something!
I was with Jane when she told her parents for the first time that she preferred girls and that she’d quit the army too. Two major life-changing events in their daughter’s reality. Now the dust has settled, her parents want to know more about the woman who stole their girl’s heart. Who is she?
For me, I like to fly under the radar and keep my lifestyle a secret from my family, well, as far as I can keep my real name out of the picture. As you know, I like to confess a little story here and there, so I have measures of separation.
I’ve now lost count of how many times Jane ended up in tears after putting down the phone when speaking with her mother. Once the hard-ass army captain who could take on anything, now reduced to someone’s little girl.
I understand how she feels. Jane is a tough woman, despite this current situation. However, her mother is stronger, or so it would seem. To get out from under her mother’s influential spells, she asked them for some alone time, just as I would have done and she’d done it without any coaching or prompting from me. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I would stand by Jane in all she wanted to do, if she wanted me to help her explain our relationship to her parents, then I would. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Saturday Sept 16
The Eurotrash version of Barbie and why opinions are like a33holes!
So someone called me a Eurotrash version of Barbie, so freaking what.
Not sure the title fits too well and I’m personally not into labels, but hey, I’ll wear the badge this weeks just for fun.
Actually, do you know what, I like it and talking of Barbie, I love this picture post!
Apart from being called names, I’ve had a problem with my eyesight the last couple of weeks, so I have had to limit my time in front of the computer screen hence the brevity of my email this week. My close friends tell me my eye problem has everything to do with too much ma5turbation and seχ.
It could be seχ or a range of other things. Both Jane, my girlfriend and Hugo, my boyfriend who is home on leave (I love saying that ‘HOME on leave,’ this is his home now as far as I am concerned – fingers crossed) took me to the doctor who then sent me to the hospital for a scan. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday Sept 8
2 Weeks Away, London, Amsterdam and Paris, 2 Girls Raising Hell!
London, the home town Jane and I share. I should have told her it would be hard coming out to her parents, leaving the army and taking a girl home for the first time all in one week. She was so determined I just couldn’t get in her way and had to be content with just being there to catch her if she fell.
It was tough going, and I’m still waiting to see if the shock waves go as far as to touch my own relative home circle. So far, Jane’s family want to keep it under wraps, and I dread telling my sister about this one, she’s paranoid our mother is going to find out she is a slut, like me. We should live the life we choose, good and bad and support the ones we love.
London went by in the blink of an eye anyway, and the next stop was Amsterdam. I’d made calls in advance and had us staying in the center of the hot zone as I like to call it for Jane’s sake. I took note of her wants, and after the first four days of vacation, so far as I knew, she needs to blow off some very hot steam, despite her army training. The words of ‘Issues’ (I’ve got issues) by Julia Michaels echo through my mindas I think of us two and I wonder what Hugo thinks he has in store for the future keeping us two under control? Lucky bugger! *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday Sept 1
Jane came out of the closet in full sprint!
As you may know from my constant honesty, I’m both a naughty girl on the outside and a true romantic at heart on the inside. Well mostly, apart from the fact I might easily be naughty through to my core.
Anyway, because of this, I am in love, and in lust, all the time it seems. I can get a crush on someone the moment I meet them, not every single person mind you, but the ones I fancy, and I literally have to hold myself back at those moments.
Some might say this type of impulsive behavior can be dangerous, and I have a friend (who incidentally also shares the same name as my therapist and also practices herself) who agrees. She says, yes Olivia, it is risky, but I want to know the details, you naughty woman, (sh*t now I’m writing this out, it seems a little worse than in my own head!).
Friday Aug 25
There is a first time for every body, including me!
My sister asked if I was ever going to settle down and be a full-time lesbian at some point. Her reason for such a question is a little unclear, and I’m not sure she even knows why she asked or if I am willing to tell. If I had to surmise why I would say she wants to know what is coming for me in the future to determine what she can expect for herself.
Her antics are back up to speed following her little New York episode, which is good to see in a way.
She was a prim and proper English rose, up until she gave into the naughty side (I was going to say the dark-side, but that wouldn’t paint the right picture). Up until the time she married she could count the number of sexual partners on one hand, unlike me. Now though, the two of us do not own enough fingers and toes collectively to be able to count them. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday Aug 18
Hey, am I a slut or what?
This week’s newsletter will be a little shorter than normal, and this is due to the fact I am in the final stages of getting my latest romance novel ready for publication. It’s a good one, and I’m not just saying that, because when my editor says she cried in the right parts (see didn’t laugh this time) then I know I’m at least hitting home.
I will be giving away the first 200 copies free to those who reserve a copy right now. You know what to do.
So, this week I have a slightly shorter story from a few years back. This was the time I got approached in a bar from a guy who I thought at the time might have a memory problem. After all, he did hit on me twice in less than twenty-minutes, and I do have a look (if not unusual) that would at least get me remembered.
Anyway, I was in London for a few days and was due to meet up with my sister.She was running late, as usual, leaving me sitting at the end of a very long bar on my own and on the hit list for all the guys who thought I might be game. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday Aug 11
Olivia’s Seχy Summer Weekender!
(A continued story, get last week’s teaser here – Prelude )
Friday PM, Nice, South of France.
We can wait no longer, and I am as nervous as hell which is odd because I know everyone here on a very personal level. Thirteen highly-seχed individuals from different parts of the world including me are poised in anticipation for my opening ceremony for this special event.
As Queen Bee, I had already started my fun earlier in the day by organizing my troop to get the party preparations into shape. I was giving the orders and they, my dirty dozen, were obeying my every command. I was in control and having the time of my life.
My gaze falls back to Jane who is kneeling at my feet. My God, she looks gorgeous. I’d fallen for her hard, and it would be difficult to say goodbye to her when she went back on duty in three days’ time. Hugo stands behind her, my man and the one who brought her to me.
If they legalize a ceremony where three people can marry, then I will not hesitate to be wed to Hugo and Jane. For now, it is enough for him to have us both on collars and leads. My gaze slowly sweeps around the room and building our anticipation with every growing second of prolonged silence. I take in the detail of every face and the almost n@ked body of my lover friends, the term fu*k buddy is too rude and derogatory to describe the mutual feeling we all have for one another.
Saturday Aug 5
Oh my god I can’t believe it I’ve never been this far out of touch!
It feels like forever since my last story email! I apologize if it seems that way. Some of you are complaining, and I don’t like letting you down.
Still, you’ll be pleased to hear I’ve not been sitting idly around, which is odd because, this is what I always imagined myself doing in the South of France – sitting lazily drinking coffee, watching the people – strange thing though, this is the true definition of being in an idle manner. I do live in the South of France, I rely on my coffee, and I enjoy sitting and watching people.
Holy cr*p, it’s official, I’m idle!
Having said that, I have been working on my writing most of the time, having seχ just about every which way I want, more writing, researching (okay we can call this seχ too) and having the best time of my life.
Everybody I want in my bed is right here now at my place enjoying a well-earned vacation. Freddie and Kevin are here for a fantastic two whole weeks and to give NYC a welcomed rest too. Hugo is here on a massive ten-day’s leave and Jane too for a short time, giving us our private threesome at last. I say private because they are both officers in the army and I play the part of the new recruit – private Morgan-Gaines reporting for bedroom duty. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Sunday July 23
Banned – too hot to post