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Saturday April 15
Would you agree that fun is the only antidote to sadness?
I was pleased to see my sister when she returned from New York, the day after Hugo left, even if she keep crying. In fact, she didn’t stop crying for a whole day. I stopped feeling sorry for myself when I saw how ugly, nasty and snotty she looked (sorry Sis).
She needed my help more than ever. She was looking divorce squarely in the eye and wanted my guidance. I would give her my best! I would listen and try not to be too opinionated. I would get her what she needed when she needed it and more than anything, I would keep her entertained in the manner which I had recently got her accustomed to.
The next day, during a video chat with Hugo – he wouldn’t stop laughing at the way we’d been mopping around – he said, two young, free, and available sisters could go out, have fun and do just about anything they wanted. It was true, neither of us had any ties and could go anywhere we liked. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Sunday April 9
I…I am apparently a bedroom crash test dummy!
Weekends call to me throughout the week like whispering fallen angels wanting advice on how to be wicked and naughty. What do I do next? What do I do best? I had to lay down and think – must stop pacing.
Laying down and not sleeping, could I ever sleep when I’m in this mood, horny!
Hugo, stop wasting this moment, wake up.
A while later, he’s asleep again, and I’m still thinking. I get up and write to purge some of the demons from my mind.
Back in bed, I tease him back to life while he still sleeps. My greatest challenge since I’ve met Hugo is to sneak up on him when he’s asleep and ready. He always stands to attention in the mornings. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Sunday April 2
I’m an Ethical Slut! Or maybe it’s just an oxymoron?
I believed I’d done right, but you might disagree. It wasn’t easy to write this late email!
After a weekend of happily doing exactly what I wanted with a gathering of like-minded party-goers, it was back to normal, if you can call my life normal that is?
I was alone for two days because Hugo was called back to his base in England. He had to undergo a medical and receive orders for his return to active duty a week later. After my sister found out, she insisted on flying down to be with me. She thought my heart would be breaking and although I ignored my emotions, there was something to her comment.
I met her at the airport and even before we got to the car she started working me. You should go with him. She told me. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Saturday March 25
A mask was compulsory but clothing wasn’t, so felt at home straight away.
We finished off last week with a tease. And, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to continue the tease for a little longer. My tribe and I were sworn to secrecy, blindfolded and led underground to one of the largest single roomed cellars in Europe. Before you ask, yes, there was wine there too, but things got a lot better than just drinking good fine wine.
To get there, I drove around the back streets with the directions they had given me wishing I’d come in my small run-around jeep. My friend who got the tickets was coming with us, making five. She’d decided to be my house guest too over the weekend. Perhaps it was something to do with my three hunky male visitors? I never realized how much of a flirt she could be. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Saturday March 18
You spoke and I listened, and now I want to thank you!
Now I feel comfortable telling you all my stories, and particularly about the private party I’m going to attend in Monaco. And when I say private party, I mean the type where private parts are on show!
But first though, I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the amazing support you have given me. It appears I was wrong to give in, conform, and tone it down. It’s so unlike me to do that. You’ll normally find no filters with me, but I’ll tell you more about that part of my story in a minute, (go to the bottom of this email). For now, though, you should know that the naughtiness can continue. Yay!
Let me start by telling you a much more interesting story. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Monday March 13
I blew it like I knew I would!
I am sorry to tell you this, but my stories have got me into trouble yet again. My raunchy tales will have to be toned down and eventually be moved to my website for you to read there. I would prefer sending my little stories to your inbox and not have you jump around to another place to read them, but that’s how it goes sometimes.
So, to appease those who would rather see me stoned than think of me doing something naughty, I have decided to tone it down this week. This is temporary until I can figure out how to get this right. I’m also waiting to hear back from those people who appreciate what I have to say instead of gagging me! *** READ MORE HERE ***
Saturday March 4
I couldn’t help myself last time, but then I couldn’t help myself this time either, my bed seems to be my version of the naughty step
This week I would like to make it clear, I take my sisterhood seriously. Although I get my fair share of complaints about my sexual activity (according to my friend Simone who says I get quite a lot, more than she does….oops!), I stand up for what’s right in my world. I take an active role in getting what I want in my life, be it a man or woman I like or in my work. I get up each day and make it happen—coffee first, as always, then I go about bringing home my own bacon! I live independently and support myself, so with that in mind, I would like to remind you all about International and World Women’s Day coming up next week, March 8.
International Women’s Day celebrates the social, economic, cultural and political achievement of women. We have an amazing special lined up for you this weekend with some fantastic reads celebrating the strong women around the world. I’ve written something extraordinary for you, and so did a ton of my friends, and we’ve put them together in a unique collection of freebies just for You. Anyway, I’ll get on to this in more detail further down the page. Stay with me! *** READ MORE HERE ***
Saturday February 25
How could I think I’d got it so right, when it all went so wrong, again
Writing fiction is easy, well, compared to writing real life things. You can literally make it up as you go along and get your characters to do just about anything you want.
But is that true? There seems to be some sort of correlation going on between my life and work. I’ve read Stephen King’s book On Writing many times, and he says something along these lines, ‘if you create good characters and give them the right situation your characters will come to life and start doing stuff on their own’.
This is so true. When I write, I can’t believe how the words just flow out, it’s like someone else is writing them. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a confession, I can assure you I write all my own stuff. What I am talking about here is what writers refer to as “the muse”. When you have it, the muse, the writing seems to just flow, and you are just a mere witness to your own creation. And the best bit, when this happens, and I read it back, I am the first person to read the story, my story. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Saturday February 18
I just can’t help myself sometimes, and in the end, he just sat and watched me.
It’s naughty Olivia here again with another one of my life story!
It started off well, and then we hit a bump in the road. He was coming over with my suggestion to have a drink with a girl he had never met before. Just the two of them alone at my villa in the South of France. If I wrote that line in one of my books what do you think would happen next? The guy is a trained soldier and always ready for action, and that was what I was hoping for.
If you remember from last week, my sister set me up with Hugo, the Army Major with the broken arm and ribs. I should have remembered those details, but instead, I focused on his smooth voice and could imagine my clothes being left strewn across the floor when he entered my home. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday February 10
Olivia’s Naughtiness Continues. Her Choice, Men or Women?
It’s good news for you this weekend. Why? Because you are getting complete access to our greatest writers in two of our most successful promotions during the last two years. With Fifty Shades Darker hitting the movie theaters worldwide over the weekend, and Valentine’s Day approaching fast, we have two overlapping events which we just couldn’t let slip by without rewarding our loyal fans. (Disappointed women everywhere, emailed us for three weeks straight with complaints about missing last year’s giveaway, so don’t be one of them this year! It’s free after all).
In early January on my way back home, flying from New York to Nice in the South of France, I was so excited about the prospect of this particular week in February that I wrote my Valentine’s special in one single session! I could only manage to draft out my next short story because my obsession with Fifty Shades of Grey kept my mind pulling in the other direction. I’m a big fan you know as if you hadn’t guessed. I was still trembling with excitement from performing in a private club in New York, and it was way too hard to concentrate. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday February 3
Darker Shades Weeklies, Olivia’s Story of Scarlett
I hope you were not too disappointed last week with all my teasing?
The good news this week, is there is no teasing, and you can get your hands on the book for free. Find out how my fiction was influenced by my life. You know sometimes lines get blurred, life imitating art or art imitating life, either or both sometimes it’s hard to tell. Going to a private party, like the one in New York is not my usual thing, but to be honest, now I have had a taste, I find myself wanting more. My forever friend Freddie hasn’t stopped calling me with suggestions for other venues, and I’ve been doing the same with him. Where does it stop, I ask myself? Except it’s not really my voice saying it in my head, it’s the sound of my sister’s voice, the voice of reason as I have called it.
When I finally confessed the whole thing to my sister, I had to initially drip feed it little by little so she wouldn’t burst an eyeball or something similar when she was shouting at me down the phone. It was a Private Party was the best I could offer in my defense. The fact that I took a waitress from a bar back to Paris with me and left her there with nothing but a return ticket didn’t help my cause. My sister told me to stop being a F***ing lesbian, but I’m not, I told her. She did have a point, and then she said that every other word that came out of my mouth smelt of vagina! I’ve been self-conscious about that one for the last week or so. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday January 28
Olivia Does New York and Her Private Party
I didn’t think I could top my naughty mountain weekend, but I did, so I’m back to give you an exclusive. There is one thing, though, I’m having a little problem. Why, because telling you via email would get me into too much trouble and you may never hear from me again.
Let me begin by giving you a quick recap. A week ago, last Monday, I touched base with my long-standing friend Camp Freddie. I wanted to tell someone about my raunchy weekend, but also find out from Freddie what he had been up to. His stories always outdo mine, but I don’t mind because they get me so hot. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday January 20
Olivia’s Naughty Mountain Weekend
The weekend is here again, and I am still thinking about the last one. How can I possibly top it?
Okay, so I’m going to tell you about last weekend when I was in the mountains on a ski weekend with the girls. But first, I couldn’t possibly waste this entire weekend reminiscing about my past bad behavior, so I put out some feelers on Monday, and when the answer came to me in an email, I had to look away in shame. Yes me, looking away in shame, can you believe it?
I met Freddie on a plane to New York five years ago, and we hit it off immediately. He’s leans that way I’m afraid, and the type of guy you don’t have to ask if he is or not if you know what I mean. Anyway, I watched him in the airport lounge at Charles de Gaulle – *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday January 13
Olivia’s Wicked Themed Weekender
It’s naughty Olivia again, but only with a quickie this week!
I’m off shortly to pick up my sister Geneva up from the airport and then we are driving up to the mountains for the weekend to stay with some friends. Sounds posh, but the truth is, we are all bunking up together in an old run-down ski lodge. Thank God they have a large open fire which heats the place up like a furnace. Yours truly has been issued the sofa as my bed so at least I will stay warm.
Well, you can’t turn your nose up to a free weekend away, especially when your older and much wise (in some areas) sister organizes the whole thing. I’m hoping it’s not going to be one of the intervention type things she used to throw at me when she told me I was a bad girl! I still am a bad girl, well I think I am, and now big sis has come around to my way of thinking. A great sisterly weekend will be had either way. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Sunday January 8
She was shocked when Abby kissed her.
It’s your wicked friend Olivia again. I just had to email you, and let you know about this naughty little story. I hope you enjoy it!
She was shocked when Abby kissed her for the first time. After that, Scarlett just couldn’t get enough of her.
A great lyrical friend once sang, “It’s the ones who resist that we most want to kiss. Wouldn’t you say?”
That’s exactly how it happened! She had planned to meet Abby in person for the first time and see how things played out.
Scarlett had plans, and she had thought of nothing else in her personal pursuit of sexual happiness. But strangely, it was Abby who made the first move, and when she did it left her a little shocked. The fire of their passion burned fiercely as it intensified and Scarlett just couldn’t get enough of her. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Wednesday January 4
Olivia’s Wicked Tales a must read
Well, we made it safely into 2017 with all our limbs attached, but with perhaps, a little spread!
It’s your favorite wicked erotic story teller Olivia here, delivering some more of her naughty secrets.
I’ll try not to waffle on too much today but must bring you up to speed with things concerning my sister.
Would you believe it, she is calling me every day! Why? It’s all because of the little saucy share I did over Christmas. Usually, I only hear from her twice a week, but now both she and her friends are hot under the collar from my latest sexual exploits!
(If you didn’t get to read my previous email, which I sent out during the NYE weekend, then please take a look here – http://bit.ly/NYE-email It’s shocking!).
Okay, so Geneva, (my older sister) relayed my story to our friends, and now they are quite happily sharing their stories with her! Would you believe it? In fact, I think she’s a bit overloaded with them all.
After hearing her go on for over three days, I was able to get a word in when she finally stopped to draw breath.
Geneva, are these real stories or fantasies? I asked her. *** READ MORE HERE ***
Friday Dec 30 2016
New Year Weekend – Email
With Christmas gone by in a blur, and the New Year weekend just beginning, I thought to myself, I must get those goodies I promised over to you. What with traveling back and forth from my home in France to London, then over to Geneva as well as finding time to see my sister, and back again in just 5 days, things have been a complete rush.
I knew it was always going to be a bit of a nightmare, but I still got in some writing time. I took down plenty of notes, of course, my thought pattern goes into overdrive when I am traveling. All those airports with passionate people dressed up with lots of lovely places to go – including me, in my perpetual wanderlust.
To add to my overactive brain, my older sister, (the sensible one out of the two of us) always wants to hear what I’ve been up to when we get together, even though she always seems a bit shocked when I tell her. We speak on the phone 2 or 3 times a week, but she still likes to grill me when we meet. *** READ MORE HERE ***