Excerpt WICKED DESIRE

“I hope you don’t mind, Sheriff, but I was starving.” She popped another, smaller berry into her mouth. “They forgot to give me my ration of bread and water back at the jail.” Her smart mouth was going to land her in trouble some day.

“Your smart mouth is going to land you in trouble some day,” he remarked, guessing her thoughts. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

Hadn’t she just told him why? She just managed to hold back a smile. She dipped a finger in the whipped cream and brought it to her mouth, glancing up at Matt innocently. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about me eating in your bed.”

Without warning Matt moved away from the door and walked further into the room. The look in his eyes was almost wild. He looked hungry. Maggie caught her breath but he ignored it, continuing toward her with purposeful strides. With a growl he reached for her arm and hauled her to her feet, nearly toppling over the chair she’d been sitting in.

“Sheriff…”

“I brought you here with one thought in mind, to prove to myself that I was immune to you. That I could be in the same room, house with you and control my thoughts of wanting to screw the hell out of you. I’ve always prided myself on being strong enough to overcome any temptation.”

“Do I tempt you?” Her hands fell to his chest.

His laugh was a deep grunt. “Day and night. Hell, you’d tempt a saint, honey. I intend to kiss you and nothing is going to stop me.”

He didn’t sound happy, but that didn’t stop him swooping down on her and taking her mouth in a savage, lustful kiss. His powerful arms crushed Maggie to him. He locked her arms behind her back, even though she wasn’t struggling to escape.

She moaned softly, dreamily, welcoming Matt’s powerful embrace and forceful mouth. When his free hand fastened on her breast, wildfire exploded through her blood, threatening to consume her. She arched her back and thrust her aching flesh more fully into his rough caress. Silently pleading for him to do more.

His hand began to move over her, exploring every inch through the thin fabric of the tee shirt she was wearing, taking his time as though she were something to treasure. Breathless whispers escaped Maggie as she eagerly gave in to his silent, hungry demands.She began to squirm beneath his ardent caresses with a need to participate. But Matt refused to release her hands, keeping total control of the situation. Teasing her at his will. Finally she was able to twist her head, breaking their fiery kiss,

“Mathew!” she panted, gulping in mouthfuls of air. “Please, I need to touch you, too.” Maggie was careful to keep her face turned away but his mouth only moved to the soft exposed arch of her throat. She felt his teeth gently rake along her skin, causing a ripple of sharp desire down her spine.

“Sheriff…” she pleaded, shuddering violently against his length. She felt his hard-on pressing against her and a pool of warmth flooded between her legs. She was actually throbbing with arousal.

“Mathew…”

“God, don’t say my name like that, Maggie.” His voice came out hoarse, revealing the highly aroused state he was in. “You’re going to make me come.”

Maggie laughed huskily. “Isn’t that why you brought me here?” She finally tugged free. Before she lost her nerve she reached forward and fondled the hot, pulsing length of him through his thin pajama bottoms. His shaft felt thick and strong in her palm. The breath hissed from between his tightly clenched teeth, his eyes darkened into murky, fathomless pools. His nostrils flared, taking in the raw essence of their combined body heat. Chemistry. Maggie watched as he closed his eyes and groaned. “Isn’t it…Sheriff?” She gave him a little squeeze, reveling in her power when he shuddered.

“Yes! Damn you!” he admitted. “I could have turned you loose at the station but for the first time in my life I’ve forgotten the main objective and said to hell with the rules. Nothing I do concerning you makes any sense.”

Maggie shivered wildly, gently squeezing the bulge in her
hand. It thrilled her that she had that kind of power over Matt.

“Maggie…” He shuddered.

The Power of the Badge....

DEA officer stops at a ranch in Texas , and talks with an old rancher. He tells the rancher, "I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs." The rancher says, "Okay , but do not go in that field over there," as he points out the location.

The DEA officer verbally explodes saying, "Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government behind me." Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removes his badge and proudly displays it to the rancher. "See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish.... On any land. No questions asked or answers given. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand? " The White House is behind me 100 %.

The rancher nods politely, apologizes, and goes about his chores.

A short time later, the old rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life chased by the rancher's big Santa Gertrudis bull......

With every step the bull is gaining ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he'll get gored before he reaches safety. The officer is clearly terrified. The rancher throws down his tools, runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs.....


" Your badge.. Show him your BADGE ! "

Monday Man Candy

I'm in love!

Magic Eraser where have you been all my life? LOL While shopping at home depot yesterday I picked up a box. I'd heard about it and several girls at work have mentioned it so I thought I'd give it a try. Wait till I tell my daughter, she'll love it too! She's a cleaning freak like me.

Anyway, I used one this morning while doing my weekly clean in the kitchen. Wiped down the cabinets with it in stead of the usual Clorox wipes. Wow! It was amazing how much dirt came off and I thought my cabinets were clean. They're kind of creamy in color. On top of that it left my cabinets brighter. Can't wait to use one in the bathrooms, which have the same creamy cabinets.

Doesn't take much to make me happy:)

That's Some CAR!!!!

It's a Mercedes Benz owned by an AbuDhabi oil billionaire (naturally).

Featuringthe newly developed V10 quad turbo with 1,600horsepower and 2800nm of torque 0-100km/h in less than 2secs, 1/4 mile in 6.89 secs running on biofuel. That is NOT stainless steel, people; it is WHITE GOLD!

Merry Christmas!

Touching Story

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.

Their father was gone..

The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.

No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.

The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.

I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids . I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.

Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.

Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.

And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.

Christmas Trees Around the World

Paris

Karwendel Mountains, Germany

Lisbon, Portugal

Moscow, Russia

Venice, Italy

Prague, Czech Republic

Tokyo

Slopes if Monte Ingino, Italy

The Capitol, USA

The Vatican, Rome

Madrid, Spain

London, England

Location unknown

Observation While Shopping

I hate shopping. Most especially grocery shopping. But that's one thing I can't get away with by ordering on line. So every Friday I force myself to go to Wal-Mart, because their prices are cheaper than anywhere else. The only thing good about Wal-Mart is that you can just about get anything there.

I don't know about you but it seems every time I go shopping there's at least one person who seems to get in my way no matter what isle I go down. And it's usually the same person. The one who leaves their cart in the middle of the isle so you can't get around them. And when you finally do, you turn a corner later and there they are again.

They'll stand for an hour in front of the same item I want while making up their mind which can they want. They're in front of me at the deli, bakery, and the check out line. Don't they know they're irritating me? LOL

Do you think it's possible that I'm that other irritating person to someone else?

Christmas in St. Augustine

Hi my friends! Thought I'd share a
few pictures of us taken this past weekend. We had girls day out and had our own little Christmas in our favorite weekend getaway.

Was it cold? Heck yeah it was cold! And windy. But it was a pretty sunny day and as you can see we came dressed for the weather. We had a nice blanket to sit on and another to cover us. That came in handy when we rode the trolley car.

Only had one little mishap while we were unwrapping our gifts. One of our empty gift bags escaped, thanks to the wind, and before we could capture it into the mote it went! We were sitting on the grass by the Castile De San Marcos.

Other than that we had a wonderful day of fun in the sun. Walking down the old cobbled streets and shopping at our favorite shops.

We noticed a few business's had either closed or changed hands. A sign of the times, I'm afraid. And one small shop in particular surprised us, the Old World Bakery. I hope it's not permanent. They offered home made breads, cookies, and these great little meat filled pastries. I think they also offered soups.

Before we knew it our day was coming to an end. We finished it off with a seafood dinner and then headed home. My daughter's home is only an hour or so away. From there I have another two hour drive. Sometimes I can do it in an hour and a half, depending on the traffic.

I hated saying goodbye but we're getting together again on Wednesday night for our "holiday dinner". You must be thinking this is weird but this year we all have our own plans for how we're spending Christmas.

Thanksgiving is the holiday we all gather under one roof.

Holiday Man Candy

Howdy! Been a good girl this year? I sure hope not, ma'am. You just might find me in your Christmas stocking! If not, well, you have another year of being naughty!

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Random Thoughts for the Day

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer's history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. This has NEVER happened to me!

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my damn neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. Amen!

10. Bad decisions make good stories and GREAT memories!

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again. I don’t even have Blue Ray

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to the ten-page paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this --ever.

15. I hate it when I miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!)but when I immediately call back it rings nine times and goes to voicemail.. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day.. What a waste.

17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

You know who this little sweetie is...

My three-year-old granddaughter Alivia! She got to see Santa this past weekend and wasn't shy about telling him what she wanted.

Things Your Burglar won't Tell You

GREAT INFO FOR THE CARELESS PEOPLE WHO KEEP THINKING, "THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN TO ME"!!!


1. Of course I look familiar. I was here just last week cleaning your carpets, painting your shutters, or delivering your new refrigerator.

2. Hey, thanks for letting me use the bathroom when I was working in your yard last week.. While I was in there, I unlatched the back window to make my return a little easier.

3. Love those flowers. That tells me you have taste ... and taste means there are nice things inside. Those yard toys your kids leave out always make me wonder what type of gaming system they have.

4.. Yes, I really do look for newspapers piled up on the driveway. And I might leave a pizza flyer in your front door to see how long it takes you to remove it.

5.. If it snows while you're out of town, get a neighbor to create car and foot tracks into the house. Virgin drifts in the driveway are a dead giveaway.

6. If decorative glass is part of your front entrance, don't let your alarm company install the control pad where I can see if it's set. That makes it too easy.

7. A good security company alarms the window over the sink. And the windows on the second floor, which often access the master bedroom-and your jewelry. It's not a bad idea to put motion detectors up there too.

8. It's raining, you're fumbling with your umbrella, and you forget to lock your door-understandable. But understand this: I don't take a day off because of bad weather.

9. I always knock first. If you answer, I'll ask for directions somewhere or offer to clean your gutters. (Don't take me up on it.)

10. Do you really think I won't look in your sock drawer? I always check dresser drawers, the bedside table, and the medicine cabinet.

11. Here's a helpful hint: I almost never go into kids' rooms.

12. You're right: I won't have enough time to break into that safe where you keep your valuables. But if it's not bolted down, I'll take it with me.

13. A loud TV or radio can be a better deterrent than the best alarm system. If you're reluctant to leave your TV on while you're out of town, you can buy a $35 device that works on a timer and simulates the flickering glow of a real television. (Find it at faketv.com.)


8 MORE THINGS A BURGLAR WON'T TELL YOU:


1. Sometimes, I carry a clipboard. Sometimes, I dress like a lawn guy and carry a rake. I do my best to never, ever look like a crook.

2. The two things I hate most: loud dogs and nosy neighbors.

3. I'll break a window to get in, even if it makes a little noise. If your neighbor hears one loud sound, he'll stop what he's doing and wait to hear it again. If he doesn't hear it again, he'll just go back to what he was doing. It's human nature.

4. I'm not complaining, but why would you pay all that money for a fancy alarm system and leave your house without setting it?

5. I love looking in your windows. I'm looking for signs that you're home, and for flat screen TVs or gaming systems I'd like. I'll drive or walk through your neighborhood at night, before you close the blinds, just to pick my targets.

6. Avoid announcing your vacation on your Facebook page. It's easier than you think to look up your address.

7. To you, leaving that window open just a crack during the day is a way to let in a little fresh air. To me, it's an invitation.

8. If you don't answer when I knock, I try the door. Occasionally, I hit the jackpot and walk right in.

Best Christmas Decoration Ever

Thought you might get a chuckle out of something that was sent to me:)

"Good news is that I truly out did myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after 2 days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever.Great stories. But two things made me take it down.

First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by.

Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn't realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn't take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard."

Check This Out!

My Overstuffed Bookshelf reviewed IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS, and gave it 5 flames! Read what Amy had to say about it. She has a lovely blog.

I feel good!

LOL...just thought I'd share. Had a productive day at work. Got home to find a couple big packages from Swiss Colony on the front stoop...yum! Got my shower...had to shave my legs because we have an outing tomorrow and I like to wear peddle pushers. Anyone remember what those are?

Monday Man Candy

Awe...so cute!

Meet Karen Michelle Nutt

Hey all, you know I like to introduce you to other authors. Karen Michelle Nutt was available to share a little bit about herself and her book, which going by the sexy cover looks like a good read. Please welcome her.


Moon Shifter
Cover Artist: Angela Anderson
Available at Wild Rose Press December 9, 2009!

It is forbidden for a moon shifter of The Mac Tíre clan to change a human and save them from death. Grayson Quinn, the alpha of the pack ignores the ancient rule when Sydney Carlisle, his fiancee is ravaged by one of his own kind.

Sydney believes she is a monster, a werewolf. She flees before Grayson can help her adjust, but Grayson must find her. Sydney’s body is still changing and the were-lust will drive her crazy if not sated. He has until the full moon to help her tame the wolf inside and convince her she’s his soul mate. If he fails, he loses her forever.

Sydney still craves Grayson’s touch, but can her heart forgive him for making her one of the Mac Tíre?

About the author:

My name is Karen Michelle Nutt and I’m an author of paranormal romances, writing for Tease Publishing LLC, The Wild Rose Press, and Highland Press. I live with my husband of twenty-four years, three fascinating children, a dog named Shakespeare who keeps the three Chihuahua pups in line and three cats that have everyone well trained. My book Lost in the Mist of Time was nominated by New Books Review for 2006 Spotlight Best Fantasy Book of the Year Award. A Twist of Fate finalized in the P.E.A.R.L Awards for best Time Travel. In my spare time, I review books for PNR- Paranormal Romance Reviews. I'm an avid reader of history, romance, and the paranormal, so I tend to combine the three in my writings. I enjoy travel, old movies, books, and the chance to weave a tale.

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MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mainly my hubby. Unless you can relate. I haven't ranted about him in a long time so it's due.

I came home from work the other day and noticed a truck parked in front of the house. Some neighbors were standing outside talking. I pulled into the drive and hubby says he just showed the house. There's a reason it says to call for an appointment, I remind him, meaning the flyers on the for sale sign. He tries to make me feel better by telling me that he told the couple they could come in and look at their own risk. That he was involved with a few projects.

The first thing I notice when I walk through the door is my chair in the living room is turned over and the cats are using it for a fort. One was underneath peeking out and another was on top. I look at him and he says, I told them I was working on some stuff.

Then my eyes fall on the kitchen...I don't even want to go there! I start losing it the further I walk through the house. The guest bath is in disarray. He knows I like it to look a certain way because it's the guest bathroom. Things are moved on the vanity, meds are out of the cabinet, some kind of leg brace thing is next to the sink.

He's opened all the windows in our bedroom so that it clearly shows the cat hair and dust. Even though I dusted the other day if you have cats then you know what I'm talking about. Then I move onto our bathroom. Man was I mad when I saw the mirror. I hadn't cleaned it since the other day when he went in and used his pick, right after I had cleaned it. For some stupid reason I thought he'd clean it once he noticed what he'd done.

I should of realized that hell would freeze over before that would happen:)

My favorite animal

Tis the season...

Late birthday treat or early Christmas gift, no matter. I treated myself to another present. I've been wanting a new pair of sunglasses for a long time, a good pair. So I purchased a pair the other day. Hey...everyone else was getting something:) Tomorrow I hope to finish up my holiday shopping. I've done about all I can online so while I'm out grocery shopping I'll pick up a few things.

Then I'm done!

I hope:)

What's One Christmas Card?

This was sent to me by my cousin. I think this is a wonderful idea....hope they get through to them!

When doing your Christmas cards this year, take one card and send it to
this address. If we pass this on and everyone sends one card, think of
how many cards these wonderful special people who have sacrificed so much
would get. When you are making out your Christmas card list this year,
please include the following:

A Recovering American Soldier
c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue,NW
Washington,D.C. 20307-5001

Snow Angel

...definitely NOT Monday Man Candy material, which is why I didn't post him on Monday:)

Late Birthday Treat for Me

Nothing feels better than getting my nails done and a pedicure. And today was the day. For a change the polish on my fingers and toes match:)

The G-Spot

LOL...from snakes to this! Well, it's something I've wanted to blog about for a while now. So, I read up on it.

G-spots, what is it and where can I get one? I wanted to know if I even had one. After reading the article I came to realize that I might have one and that I might have accidentally discovered it when I was around twenty-six. I specifically recall the day when something spectacular happened. I thought to myself...wow! What was that? Can we do it again?

According to the article I read not all women have G-spots. Or, maybe they just haven't located theirs yet. And, it appears G-spots can be found in different places, and produce different feelings and results. I found the article interesting. So, I posted some of it below.


The G-spot has always been controversial - some women say it's essential for orgasms while others say it's non-existent

Where is it?
If you have one (and I mean if, that's a big if), it's 2.5cm to 5cm (1in to 2in) inside the vagina on the front wall. You should be able to feel it with your finger. If you're not sexually aroused it may be no bigger than a pea; once you're aroused it increases to the size of a 2p piece.

It's actually more a of a zone than a spot. If you want to explore and find out whether you have one, feel for an area that's rough, a bit like a walnut, rather than smooth and silky like the rest of the vaginal wall.

What is it?
For many women, it's a highly sensitive, highly erotic area that provides hours of pleasure. For others it's a knobbly bit that, when touched too much, creates an overwhelming sensation of needing a wee. Some women can't feel any sensation at all while others don't seem to have one at all.

There are a number of different theories about what the G-spot or area actually is. One view is that it is an area of prostatic tissue similar to the male prostate. The absence of the Y chromosome in the developing female fetus deposits the cells in a similar location and voila - the G-spot. Complete with a similar type of sensitivity to the male prostate

Another expert agrees with the prostate theory but expands it to say that this is not the only reason for sensitivity. He points to the clitoris and the urethra as other sources of pleasure, both of which can be stimulated via the front wall of the vagina. Therefore there are a number of erogenous zones and we should stop seeking the elusive g-spot and instead rename it the ‘anterior wall erogenous complex’ - catchy!

A further expert who was first responsible for publicising the G-spot has recently discovered another use. In research she has shown that stimulation of the G-spot area can increase pain threshold by up to 47%. If the stimulation is arousing, the pain threshold increases by up to 84% and a massive 107% on orgasm. Her hypothesis is that this sensitive and erogenous area is one of natures natural painkillers for childbirth.

So there you go. Basically, we still don’t know for sure - but the important thing is to find out what you’ve got and what you like.

What to do with it?
Once you've established whether you've got one or not, you need to discover whether you have one that gives you pleasure or just feels a bit annoying. Stroking is usually the most enjoyable form of stimulation.

Sexual virtuosos recommend inserting the forefinger to about the second knuckle and making a 'come here' motion towards the front vaginal wall. You'll need to experiment with pressure and length of stroke to find out what feels best for you. It's important that you're sexually aroused first, and also worth noting that many women say sensitivity varies throughout the month.

During stimulation, the first sensation might be the need to go to the loo, possibly because the G-spot is on the front wall so your bladder is being pushed. You can check this out by making sure your bladder's empty first then seeing how it feels. The first couple of times it might be a bit odd, but many women say a little perseverance is more than worth it.

Feeling it during intercourse?
Depending on the size and exact location of your G-spot, you may or may not be able to feel stimulation during intercourse. You're most likely to feel something if you have your pelvis raised.

Another popular position is to be on all fours or bending over from a standing position and allowing penetration from behind. You'll need to experiment. :)

Snakes

Some people might refer to men as snakes but I'm talking about the real deal. I'm not a snake lover by any means but I can't help but feel sorry for them. I'm talking about the huge pythons they've been finding here in the sunshine state the last few months. Some of them are monstrous! One weighed 400 lbs...and I know they're considered predators because they can kill and eat us. But they're really beautiful creatures who should be left alone to thrive where they don't present a danger.

I feel sorry for them because they shouldn't be in the situation they are in. Something should have been done a long time ago preventing just anyone from selling or buying a snake like that. Once they get too big for their owners they're released in the wild and then the trouble begins. Cold-blooded, they don't develop feelings of love and loyalty like our furry friends do. So why would you want something that can coil around your body, squeeze you to death and then eat you? Double yuck!

You probably think I'm crazy for writing this. Is there a full moon? LOL The only explanation I have is that I'm an animal lover and no matter what it is, I hate the thought of it being abused. Plus, they just found an 18 foot python here, according to the news tonight.

Monday Man Candy

oh yeah...which one floats your boat, rings your bell, turns you on?

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Children Writing about the Ocean

A friend sent this to me, thought you would get a good chuckle:)



1) - This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles. (Kelly, age 6)

2) - Oysters' balls are called pearls. (Jerry, age 6)

3) - If you are surrounded by ocean, you are an island. If you don't have ocean all round you, you are incontinent. (, age 7)

4) - Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson. She's not my friend any more. (Kylie, age 6)

5) - A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of its head. (Billy, age 8)

6) - My uncle goes out in his boat with 2 other men and a woman and pots and comes back with crabs. (Millie, age 6)

7) - When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes when the wind didn't blow the sailors would whistle to make the wind come. My brother said they would have been better off eating beans.(William, age 7)

8) - Mermaids live in the ocean. I like mermaids. They are beautiful and I like their shiny tails, but how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? Like, really?
(Helen, age 6)

9) - I'm not going to write about the ocean. My baby brother is always crying, my Dad keeps yelling at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can't think what to write. (Amy, age 6)

10) - Some fish are dangerous. Jellyfish can sting. Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug themselves in to chargers. (Christopher, age 7)

11) - When you go swimming in the ocean, it is very cold, and it makes my willy small. (Kevin, age 6)

12) - Divers have to be safe when they go under the water. Divers can't go down alone, so they have to go down on each other. (Becky, age 8)

13) - On vacation my Mom went water skiing. She fell off when she was going very fast. She says she won't do it again because water fired right up her big fat ass. (Julie, age 7)

14) - The ocean is made up of water and fish. Why the fish don't drown I don't know. (Bobby, age 6)

15) - My dad was a sailor on the ocean. He knows all about the ocean. What he doesn't know is why he quit being a sailor and married my mom. (James, age 7)

A new excerpt...The Cowboy Way

She moved first, turning for shore. Chase was right behind
her; she could hear him. She gingerly picked her way back to where
their horses waited and reached for her dress, surprised at the shakiness
of her legs. As she struggled into the clinging sheath, she
dimly heard Chase zip up his pants and turned to see him doing up
the buckle. His shirt was on but unbuttoned. Then her gaze moved
past him in the direction of the ranch.

“Chase…my God!”

He whipped around to see what she was looking at. A towering
inferno of flames licked at the blackened sky. “Let’s go!”

He grabbed Lacey and practically threw her on top of Misty,
then mounted his own stallion. Together they raced blindly in the
direction of the house. The fire was large and out of control. Lacey
feared the whole place was going up. It was a small relief when
they were close enough to see that the blaze was contained to the
stables.

Chaos greeted them when they finally reined in their horses.
Chase jumped off his mount before the animal came to a complete
stop. He turned and put Lacey on the ground. “Head back to the
house!” He left her then, joining in the commotion around them.
She stood in mindless shock, her eyes on the fire, trying to comprehend
what she was seeing. Where was her father?

“Lacey, go back to the house!” someone yelled out.

Frightened horses were running everywhere as they charged
out of the stable in fear. Loud sirens could be heard from approaching
fire trucks. The area was filled with men who worked for her
father and some from nearby ranches. They had water hoses in
their hands and worked diligently to keep the fire from spreading
to the other barns.

Lacey dodged several screaming horses as she searched frantically
for her father. Knowing him, he would be in the thick of
things. She wasn’t consciously aware of placing herself in danger
just by being there. Her heart was racing with fear as she tried to
recognize the faces covered with soot and grime. She made her way
toward the burning building.

“Dad!” She thought she recognized him.

An unbearable heat enveloped the area around her. Amid the
sounds of terrified horses and hollering men, the night was filled
with the sound of crackling wood as the stable succumbed to the
raging fire. Soon the structure was falling to the ground, collapsing
in several sections.

“Lacey, get the hell out of here!”

This time she registered the command, and her eyes searched
out the voice, finding Brian at the other end of it. His clothes were
dirty and covered with soot. His face was smudged with the stuff.
Sweat from the intense heat ran rivers down his face and Lacey saw
him wipe at his eyes.

“Where’s my dad?” she screamed above the noise, beginning
to make her way toward him. The loud splintering sound that followed
indicated another section of the barn was about to come
down. She ran toward Brian.

“Lacey! Get back!”

It was at that moment that Lacey realized the wall was falling
on top of her. She let out a terrified scream and switched directions.
Only it was too late. Pieces of smoldering wood were already
floating down about her. Brian reached her just as the wall
collapsed. Lacey felt herself shoved out of the way with a force that
promised broken bones were she to collide with anything solid.

Chase caught her in his arms and whipped her out of the way. She
grunted in pain, and the force of his actions sent them stumbling
and rolling into the dirt. At the same time Lacey was helplessly
aware that the wall had crashed to the ground, pinning Brian beneath
it.

Happy Birthday to Me...

Happy birthday to me...yes, today is my birthday friends. I'll be spending it with my daughter, granddaughter and niece.

I usually treat myself to something on my birthdays. Humm...wonder what it will be this year. Oh wait, I know! I think I'll pay the taxes and insurance on the house, since they both just came in the mail. Talk about bad timing!

It's not going to ruin my day though:)

I couldn't resist...

Susan Boyle

Heard of her? I don't know who hasn't. I purchased her CD and I have to say, her singing gives me goosebumps! There's only one other singer who's ever done that, my favorite singer Barbara Streisand.

One of the songs on her CD, Wild Horses, is absolutely beautiful.

What's for Lunch?

Ed set out to bag his buck at 5:30 a.m.

By 11:30 a.m., he was exhausted and hungry--and still no buck.

At 12 noon, the mighty hunter Ed guards the remains of his lunch while a passerby snaps a quiet photo while trying not to startle the deer with a belly laugh.

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Why Male American Sports Figures can't have Regular Jobs

1. Chicago Cubs outfielder Andre Dawson on being a role model: "I
wan' all dem kids to do what I do, to look up to me. I wan' all the kids to
copulate me."

2. New Orleans Saint RB George Rogers when asked about the
upcoming season: "I want to rush for 1,000 or 1,500 yards, whichever comes
first."

3. And, upon hearing Joe Jacobi of the 'Skin's say: "I'd run over
my own mother to win the Super Bowl," Matt Millen of the Raiders said: "To
win, I'd run over Joe's Mom, too."

4. Torrin Polk, University of Houston receiver, on his coach, John
Jenkins: "He treats us like men. He let us wear earrings."

5. Football commentator and former player Joe Theismann: "Nobody
in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein."

6. Senior basketball player at the University of Pittsburgh : "I'm
going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes." (Now that is beautiful)

7. Bill Peterson, a Florida State football coach: "You guys line
up alphabetically by height.." And, "You guys pair up in groups of three, and then line up in a circle."

8. Boxing promoter Dan Duva on Mike Tyson going to prison: "Why
would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three
years, not Princeton ."

9. Stu Grimson, Chicago Blackhawks left wing, explaining why he
keeps a color photo of himself above his locker: "That's so when I forget
how to spell my name, I can still find my clothes."

10. Lou Duva, veteran boxing trainer, on the Spartan training
regime of heavyweight Andrew Golota: "He's a guy who gets up at six o'clock
in the morning, regardless of what time it is."

11. Chuck Nevitt , North Carolina State basketball player,
explaining to Coach Jim Valvano why he appeared nervous at practice: "My
sister's expecting a baby, and I don't know if I'm going to be an uncle or
an aunt." (I wonder if his IQ ever hit room temperature in January)

12. Frank Layden , Utah Jazz president, on a former player: "I
told him, 'Son, what is it with you? Is it ignorance or apathy?' He said,
'Coach, I don't know and I don't care.'"

13. Shelby Metcalf, basketball coach at Texas A&M, recounting what
he told a player who received four F's and one D: "Son, looks to me like
you're spending too much time on one subject."

14. In the words of NC State great Charles Shackelford I can go to
my left or right, I am amphibious.

15. Amarillo High School and Oiler coach Bum Phillips when asked
by Bob Costas why he takes his wife on all the road trips, Phillips
responded: "Because she is too damn ugly to kiss good-bye."