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Random
Fact
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We have a pet cat that I've had for
about seven years now. She never steals fish or chicken,
but she always wants to nibble on
pancakes.
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My Life
I've been very fortunate to have an
incredibly rich sex life. I'm in my thirties now and very
happily married for five years. My husband and I are testing
the waters, very carefully and cautiously, of a polyamorous
relationship, but we still have a long way to go on that. I
work as an administrative assistant in a bank in the small town
where we live, and I have a lot of very crafty hobbies. I love
gardening, and I love tacky country knick-knacks. Most of all,
though, I am obsessed with making love, thinking about making love,
and writing about making love.
I came to sex at an early age. Had a lot of experiences that I now recognize
were probably abusive, but at the time I thought were mind-opening
and life-changing. I quickly became obsessed with sex -- with
how good it made my body feel, with how proud I was of
making my partner achieve climax, with how adored I felt when I was
the object of sexual hunger. Eventually, when I had to make living
for myself, I started to pursue sex as a way to make money. I
thought I loved my job.
Then, when I was twenty-three years old, I
met my first husband. He was almost ten years older than
me. He had paid me for sex. Everything seemed very
routine, except that when he saw me, he decided he wanted to take me
to dinner. I was an escort then, so that was fine; he had me
for the night. Over the course of dinner, he became infatuated
with me, and I became acquainted with a new kind of emotional
connection to another person. Our sex that night after he had,
according to him, fallen in love with me at first sight, and after I
had, according to me, opened myself up emotionally for the first
time in many years . . . Well, it was the best sex of my life.
And I never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, only three years later, it
did end. My first husband died of a sudden and unexplained
brain anyeurism. I became extremely depressed. I began returning to a reckless sexual lifestyle.
I had a straight job by then, but I almost got
fired on multiple occasions because my sexual
adventures were taking priority in my life. During that time I
was dating another young woman who was living the same way, and
lost her life because of it. Then, eventually, my
current husband picked me up in a bar. We had hard,
fast sex, and then spent about three hours cuddling and talking after.
I fought against it for about four months, because I
didn't want to betray my first husband, but eventually I could not
deny that I had fallen in love with another man.
My Erotica
During the time of my depression, I dated a
girl for a brief while. It was all about sex and similar
pasts, and we needed each other for a moment, but certainly not forever. We
did not get to test that, however, because she died after only
a couple of month of our relationship because of complications from our
lifestyle. Through her, however, I met a collective of other
women who came from a variety of backgrounds, were a variety of ages
and races, and had a variety of sexual proclivities -- but had two
things in common: complicated sexual pasts and a love of exploring
sexuality through writing. It was through working with them
that I became confident in myself to do the same thing.
As with any group comprised of people united
by psychosexual dysfunction, they eventually fell apart. Two
of the girls actually passed away. A couple others moved on to
other things. Those of us who remained decided to pursue our
own, dramatically different sexualities.
My erotica reflects my perspective on
sex. I'm not super kinky, but I am creative, curious, and
passionate. I'm not interested breaking a lot of taboos, but a
certain measure of uncertainty or apprehension can certainly add to
sexual tension. I'm not opposed to wild, cheap sex, but I have
always found that the best sex comes together with deep love.
And likewise, that the best love comes together with incredible
sex. Human beings are biological and spiritual or emotional at
the same time, and so the best experiences are going to combine both.
When it's all said and done, most of my
erotica deals with two people who are in love. The stories are
positive and uplifting, filled with encouragement and hope.
Often, one or both characters will be rescued from a bleak existence
by a journey into sexual love.
My Desire for You
First and foremost, I hope you find the
stories arousing. Any story that makes it on the website
has aroused me and my husband both. I always share them with
him. Stories about loving sex can be great foreplay for couples.
Second, I hope that perhaps for at least a
few of you the stories can encourage you in your life. If you
are in love, or think you might be, don't be shy about sex.
Show your partner how much you desire and adore them. If you
have a lot of sex, be open to the emotional current of
intimacy. The distinction between love and lust is a false
one. They are, I truly believe, simply different expressions
of the same basic hunger to connect with another, special person.
FAQ
Q: What is polyamory?
A:
The word can be used to account for everything from wife-swapping to
open marriages, but in our case we are talking about a committed,
loving relationship between more than two people. It is
something called polyfidelity when practiced this way. You can
read more at http://www.polyamorysociety.org
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Q: How big is the diamond in your
engagement ring?
A: I don't actually wear a wedding or
engagement ring. The ring that my first husband gave to me
meant the world to me, and after he passed away, I stopped wearing
it. When I got engaged again, I didn't want to replace the
ring that meant a lot to me. Instead, my wonderful husband
hand-made a bracelet for me. I wore it until our weding night,
and then I put it on display next to the bed
so it would never get ruined.
Q: How can I e-mail
you?
A: Click here, and edit
the address using common sense. :-)
Q: Do you have any nude pics of
yourself?
A:
You're a pervert!
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