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Thanks Mav...
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"...what was it to you that a man lay down his life for your love...did you ever give yourself to any one man in this whole wide world..."
Doncha' just want to know what that's about?
And, gotta' love a man who knows how to crack a whip...
adore this song...great for singing in the car real loud
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When I was on hols, I wandered around and joined up with a bird feeding demo group while at the Rainforest Habitat just outside Port Douglas.
http://www.rainforesthabitat.com.au/links/cairns.htm
It was very interesting listening to the keeper as she fed the birds. I personally love the cassowary. Why? It’s unique, full bodied and full of attitude. Anyway the keeper said how the cassowary male and female are kept apart and only come together once a year to mate…that is if she’s in the mood. I pictured the poor male cassowary getting all excited, counting off the days to his yearly shag - and then she wanders in – looks him up and down and says “I don’t think so, Mister…” What can a poor boy do?
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...at the airport...not sure why. I must look like a dangerous desperado. Yep, that would be it...
Anyway...some pictures...more to follow when less knackered...
The Wicked Ice cream and Internet bar where I spent time being wicked...
As per many email requests...my latest feet photo. There's another one on facebook...
Four mile beach Port Douglas where I spent many a moment...
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Vampire Island by Sandra Cox….click on the cover to buy…
“Don’t go out after dark.”
“You’re joking right?” I said the first thing that came into my head then heaved a sigh from deep in my flat, toned belly. In the short twenty-some odd hours I’d known him, the dark brooding man standing in front of me had never cracked a smile let alone joked. Too bad, for an older man—he’s thirty-seven if he’s a day—Uncle Julian is a bit of a hottie…in an intense sort of way. His olive-colored skin stretches tight across high cheek bones. His thin nose reminds me of a predatory hawk.
I really couldn’t say a thing about his eyes. I’d never seen them. He invariably wore dark glasses.
“I never joke.”
There’s a news flash.
We stood in the dark gloomy hall of his mansion. As thunder boomed, the hall light flickered. Moment’s later a streak of white lightning, visible through the long narrow window, hit nearby. The floor shook. Outside something screamed in the night. Though the room felt hot and stuffy, goose bumps roughened my skin. I rubbed my arms.
He leaned toward me. His shadow loomed menacingly across the floor engulfing me in black.
Before I could stop myself, I took a step back and bumped against the door. The cool knob pressed into my back. He might be my uncle, but he was a stranger and a scary one at that.
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1. Are we obsessed by sex? Is that why there is a need for erotica?
NO. We're just free to admit we interested now.
2. Sensitive new age men - do they exist or is it just advertising hype?
Heck no, they don't exist. We just have vivid imaginations.
3. What do you look for in a publisher?
Honesty and a good accountant.
4. Do you believe in luck or are we guided by fate?
I believe in a higher power offering us opportunities. Sometimes we actually take the offer.
5. What three things do you never leave home without?
Swiss Army Knife, Sugar Test Kit, and my nipple flowers.
6. I believe in 'do-overs.' What would you change if you could?
I would be a better parent.
From Anny’s Kama Sutra Lovers….
While Hart took his communicator up into a tumbled rock formation to try to reach his mother, Giosetta wandered down to the edge of the pool. Arik joined her there, tossing small stones into the rippling water.
“Is it safe to swim here?” she asked wistfully.
“Sure. Hart and I spent most of our time in the water when we were here before.”
“I didn’t bring a suit,” she observed with a frown.
Arik snorted and then laughed. “You have something we haven’t seen, Setta? I don’t think so.” He began to strip off his clothes. “Hurry up and undress!”
She pulled her blouse over her head, but took her time undressing as she watched him. When he shucked his pants, she saw that he’d omitted his underwear again. His cock bounced into view, lengthening under her intent gaze.
“If you keep staring at me with that hot look in your eyes, we won’t get to the swimming for a while,” he said with a hitch in his voice.
Giosetta shot him a sly smile as she finished undressing. After waiting so long to be with her men, she still found it thrilling when they made their desire for her so clear. It gave her the confidence to tease them by flaunting her body for their pleasure. Standing before Arik naked, she cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples until they tightened into hard points. He lunged closer and gathered her into his arms, settling his lips over hers, exploring the sweet taste of her mouth with his tongue.
“Mmmm.” When he lifted his head, she licked her lips savoring the trace of flavor of Arik.
“Swim or fuck?” he asked roughly.
She arched one brow. “Why not both? I always wanted to try it in a pool or lake.”
Stooping down, he draped her over his shoulder and stalked into the shallow water, wading out until it was waist deep. Smacking her ass a couple of times just for the thrill of it before he lowered her into the water, he set her gently on her feet.
“What is this thing you and Hart have with smacking my butt?” she asked curiously.
Arik shrugged. “I don’t know. We love your soft ass. I think it’s the feel of the tight muscles under the soft skin. I really don’t know. It’s something that I need to do sometimes…kind of like you have to bite sometimes. It always seems to make you hotter and that’s another turn on.”
She wound her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yeah, well now that you made me hot I want you to stick that hard cock of yours inside me. I need you, Arik.” She shifted until his cock nudged the slick opening of her pussy. “Fuck me.”
Slipping his hands down under her ass to support her, he thrust his cock into her slippery pussy. “What got you so excited, sweetheart?”
“I was thinking about you and Hart. I want to watch you make love to each other. We haven’t had time to do that. I love watching you kiss and touch each other. I want to watch you fuck each other, too.” As she talked she could feel Arik’s cock swelling and growing harder. She kissed him with growing passion, licking his lips, toying with his tongue. “I love you and Hart so much it makes my heart ache. Every time I think of either one of you, I get wet with anticipation.”
“Yeah? Well every time we think of you, we get hard.” Arik turned at Hart’s gruff confession and smiled at the picture he presented. He was stretched out on one of the flat boulders lining the pool, stark naked, idly stroking his cock while he watched them fuck in the pool.
“Talk to your mother?” Arik inquired.
“Nope. She’s running a clinic. The woman who answered said she would be available at the second hour after prime. I told her I would call back then.” When Hart sprawled back on the boulder, his cock speared up into the air.
“Let’s go fuck him,” Giosetta whispered in Arik’s ear. “I’ll ride his cock and you fuck his ass.”
Arik’s cock throbbed at the thought of fucking Hart with Giosetta. “You’re sure?”
When she nodded, he waded over to the side of the pool where Hart had stockpiled a supply of condoms and lubes. “Fix him up, sweetheart.” Arik settled her on the flat stone and moved away.
“What are you doing?” Hart asked lazily.
Giosetta plucked a condom from the pile and ripped it open. “We’re going to fuck you,” she announced gaily. “I’m going to ride your hard cock and Arik’s going to fuck your ass. Move over a little so we all have room.”
“Hey! Look at this!” Arik stood at the edge of the flat stone at the perfect height to fuck Hart. “There’s a ledge down here. Scoot over here, Hart.”
“You two are crazy,” he teased as he moved so that his ass was on the edge of the flat stone.
“Crazy in love,” Giosetta agreed as she toyed with Hart’s cock, smoothing the condom on and preparing him for her sensual attack. She leaned down and kissed him, brushing her tongue along the inside of his lower lip. “We love you.” Her low murmur touched him and his chest tightened as he fought unexpected tears.
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A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22
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What does Ms Brown think about sex?
1. I believe erotica is a form of voyeurism that allows women a chance to step outside their contained lives and give into sexual impulses. What do you think? Are we all closet exhibitionists?
“All” is too sweeping a term. I believe a lot of women fantasize about watching others have sex, and about the naughtiness of having sex themselves somewhere that others may “catch” them. Again, I think many women would really hate to have someone actually see them. Who wants their Mom or best friend to see them fucking on YouTube! But the risk and the naughtiness is very exciting. A real turn-on. So reading about it gives the adrenaline rush without the potential disaster of being caught out themselves.
In “Double Satisfaction” Imogen is persuaded to have ménage sex behind the curtain at the theater.
2. Ménage – in any form – is extremely popular at the moment. Why is that? Are we a generation of women who need more than one lover?
If one man’s hands sliding around a woman’s breasts feels good and one man’s mouth kissing down, down, down to heaven is exciting, how much better would four hands and two mouths be?
Today’s woman knows what she wants, knows what turns her on, and is no longer prepared to accept boring sex. And sex with two men at once will never be boring.
3. Pick two or 3…or hell 4…men you would be in a ménage with and why.
I am a James Bond fan. I’ll take Sean Connery, George Lazenby, Roger Moore, Pierce Brosnan, Timothy Dalton and Daniel Craig. Really, I don’t think I’m being greedy wanting all five. And why? Can we just say, smart, sophisticated, scrumptious and sexy.
4. Do you think men understand the need for erotic romance or is it a case they don’t care either way as long as their masculinity isn’t called into question?
Sadly some men think all they need is a penis. Fortunately more and more men have worked out that sexy words and touches, intelligent conversation and thoughtful acts are all excellent foreplay. For many women, reading about it is a great way to get in the mood to do it. And erotic romance books give women ideas about how to spice up their own love lives.
5. Does the possibility of true love beat guaranteed orgasms?
This depends on the woman and it may even depend on what day or time of day you ask her. Besides, any woman who doesn’t know how to give herself a good orgasm has lived much too sheltered a life.
6. Sex toys? Do you have any? Believe in them or is the real thing always the best?
Why yes, I do have a toy box. A large toy box. But real, live arms around me are nicer, I find. But when your lover is not available fortunately that doesn’t have to mean no sex.
7. If money makes the world go round – what does erotica do?
Erotica puts a smile on your face as the world turns. Yeah the day job pays the bills but it’s love and romance, or just plain red hot sex, that puts a smile on people’s faces. Good sex, or reading a red-hot Berengaria Brown book, releases all those happy endorphins that make life better and another day at work doable.
8. Romance writing – can be an angst filled, bitchy, pretentious world – do you roll your eyes at the drama or go your own sweet way and let others hyperventilate?
No author can afford to let a bad review or a nasty comment get between them and their keyboard. Sure if you succeed people will be jealous. If you get a few contracts for books people who miss out will try to denigrate you. But that’s life and you just have to pull up your big girl panties and move on. Romance writing is a job and the author needs to behave professionally.
9. There is resurgence in lesbian erotica. Why do you think that is?
I think girl on girl action is the new naughty attraction. No scratchy unshaved cheeks on your breasts giving you a rash. Being touched by someone who knows just exactly the right way to turn you on. Oh yeah it’s hot.
Readers are always looking for something new and different. For a while male/male stories provided that. But now most people have decided whether they like MM or not. So FF is something new, exciting and different to try. New tastes, touches, sensations. And all of them hot and yummy.
10. Give me three words to describe your fantasy lover/s
Sexy, smart, considerate
11. If Berengaria Brown had a ‘sliding door’ moment and could choose another direction in life, what would you do?
Marry a millionaire!
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I was talking to a friend at work about men and sex and the stuff. She was worried about how she couldn’t trust some men to be faithful. Well no, you can’t. The same can be said of some women. While I don’t condone screwing around and upsetting your lover, I also know some people are never going to be able to do monogamy. It’s not in their nature.
And as for trust? To me it comes down to this – trust yourself and your instincts about another. Take the blinders off and really look at your lover without sex interfering.
As for monogamy? I’m not sure if it exists any more. Invest in condoms, accept all human beings falter and fail and sometimes loving the one you’re with is more important than chaining him to your wrist.
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…to see one of these. It’s a cassowary, a native to the tropics of Far North Queensland or FNQ as we like to call it because we’re essentially a country of casual speakers. Of course it’s not all about funny looking birds. I’m back up north to the tropics of Port Douglas and Cairns to do lots of fun and interesting stuff for a week. I like it up there.
The blog won’t be empty though. I have various rambling posts set to go. No one rambles on like me.
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Off work for a week and a bit...woo hoo...makes me wanna dance....
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…The wind tore through the fabric of her track pants and polar fleece. She shivered and hugged her arms around her body as she walked from the car. The headlights were still on. They had to be. She could barely see the path she was meant to take. No one was around. The only sound was that of the car radio as it blared out ‘Wake me up before you go-go’ from inside the car. She liked to sing. She liked her music loud. It drowned out the sound of her own ghastly singing voice.
She stumbled on the uneven ground and swore. Once more she pondered at the logic of wandering around in the dark to find what she sought. Others would have given up and gone home to the warmth of their bed. But not her. She wasn't like everyone else. She stumbled again. Thoughts went to falling and injury but she soldiered on. She had to find it. The wind tore at her clothes and hair. Her nose was runny and her fingers frozen. Was this trek worth it? Would she ever find it?
Then I thought - fuck it - too hard. I’ll look for the charity donation bin in the arvo when it’s daylight. I trudged back to Patrick, my car, just as Pink was singing “Tokyo I think we have a problem…”
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