Research

I'm trying to research some things about website advertising, publishing and looking for forums that I can post comments on (only b/c I want to use my web address as the signature which will hopefully generate some interest). All of this is overwhelming. I don't really know where to start and there is so much stupid info out there that I don't know what sites are even worth looking at.

How do I begin to weed out the bs from the truth?

Dancing in the streets...

for MSatch. My best friend and a brilliant writer of chic lit. She sent a short story off to an online magazine who loves and will be publishing it. She even got a paycheck!

Unfortunately, I'll have to take the story off of THOB but that's not that big of a deal. She's moving forward and I'll be happy to relinquish the story.

I'll post the link to her publication as soon as I get it. In the meantime, check out more of her writing in the Oh the Drama section of THOB.

The business

Clearly need to do more to promote my website but I don't know what to do. I've never been very "business-minded." I guess I'm more of the let me lock myself in a room to write, pass the manuscript under the door and start writing another, while someone else takes care of the rest.

That's bad. But I just don't have what it takes to do the business stuff. I need someone to swoop in and take over the site and get my work noticed by more people. I'm feeling very unhappy with the lack of career I have. Have to make changes. What do I do?

Feeling myself while I suffer for my art

So I said before that I was getting a lot of creative energy flowing and I was loving it because it has me writing and producting ideas like crazy. I've figured out why I'm feeling so creative. I'm an erotic person, hence my love for erotic literature. I have been going through a slight drought due to my standards of not sleeping with just anything. I have standards that I proudly adhere to.

Lack of sex = always horny
Always horny = always thinking about sex
Alwyas thinking about sex = a lot of creatively erotic thoughts

I could proactively go out and get my itch scratched but I'm enjoying channeling this energy into my work. Actually, I love channeling this energy. I think for now, I'll just let the flow continue.....but damn, this itch is something terrible.

So many thoughts...

and they are all so erotic. I have been flooded with the urge to write and so much of it is hitting me at once. I've started writing quite a few things over the past couple of days, as well as making notes to myself about a bunch of other stuff. I love when this happens because I get so many ideas. The only draw back is so much is hitting me, I can't stay focused on one idea long enough to get more than a few paragraphs, some times only sentences, written down before I have a completely different thought to jot down. I can't even be upset about that though because I'm so in love with writing and getting new ideas. It's 5:17am and I'm about to force myself to go to bed and stop writing.

I did, however, manage to write this one peice in about ten minutes. I think I was only able to finish because I wrote it so fast. Anywho...check this out: Arousal

The Key

I gave the key to my heart to the one whom I thought deserved it.
I was devastated when he walked away with it.
I thought I'd lost it forever....
God advised me that I'd never had the key,
He'd given it to the who deserves it long ago.
He will be the only one to unlock my heart and free my soul....

Tickle Me Tuesday

I've decided to add something a little new to the blog called Tickle Me Tuesday. You will get a sampling of a HOB story. Just enough to tickle your fancy and give you that wonderful tingling sensation.

Here's your first Tickle..

Dining Out

I didn't want to go out but he insisted. He brought me to my favorite restaurant so I couldn't complain. It had been months since the last time we'd been here. I loved the romantic atmosphere. The low lights, soft music, secluded booths draped in burgundy table cloths. It always felt like we were the only ones dining even when every table was occupied.

He was looking good in his casual attire. A tan, long-sleeved knit shirt that hugged his muscular arms and chest. Dark brown khakis and loafers the same color. The colors looked good against his dark skin. The deep waves in his low-cut were perfect as always. He looked directly into my eyes and smiled. My heart melted. Everything about this man was beautiful.

I slid into the booth first, holding the cotton fabric of my red sundress so that it wouldn't trail behind me. The low-cut gave him a good view of the breasts he loved to play with. He sat beside me and wrapped his arm around me.

"Isn't this better than sitting in the house eating pizza?"

"That's not all I wanted to do in the house." I winked at him.

"What else did you have in mind?" he asked smiling.

I placed my hand on his thigh and asked, "What do you think?"

His smile got bigger. "So that's what we're doing after dinner?"

"We'll see."

The waiter brought menus and took our drink orders. As the waiter walked away, I started caressing his thigh. He smiled at me. My hand moved higher and he frowned a little bit.

"What you doing down there?"

"Nothing." I smiled innocently. My hand moved higher and rested on his crotch. He shifted his hips and looked around nervously. I started massaging his crotch. His penis started pulsating against my hand, getting harder with each throb.

"Stop playing," he said in a low voice.

"I'm not playing." I continued to massage the thick bulge in his slacks. I opened the menu with my free hand and started reviewing the selections. "The shrimp scampi looks good."

He opened his menu and stared at it but didn't comment.

"What are you going to get?" I asked. I squeezed his hard flesh.


He cleared his throat before saying, "I'm not sure."

"You always get the same thing." I stopped teasing him and he sighed loudly. I laughed to myself, he thought I was finished. I pulled down his zipper.

He grabbed my wrist, "For real, baby. Stop playing."

I ignored him and shoved my hand into his pants. He rarely wore underwear so there wasn't any other clothing to maneuver around. I wrapped my fingers around his silky smooth, hard flesh. His jaw flexed as his clenched his teeth. I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft. He looked down at the menu as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I circled my thumb over the head, smearing the precum that had leaked out. He grunted. I pulled my hand out of his pants, bring his penis with me. I let him go and brought my thumb to my lips. I looked at him as I sucked his precum off my thumb. His mouth dropped open.

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