Here’s what I think…

...because I swapped a bottle of Midori for a pushbike any calories I may accrue in the next week should be negated due to this swap.

…reading the car manual before asking a man a stupid, dumb girl question about said car means I should be applauded for my ingenuity.

…sending a finished story off to a publisher entitles me to be a sloth at work for the rest of the week. No, they won’t know why and I don’t feel I need to explain.

…writing sex is hard work so just actually doing it makes more sense and to hell with the words…actions speak louder anyway.

…hair dye means you're not hiding grey hairs you’re just adding to the multi coloured effect and keeping B grade actresses in a job promoting it.

...and Monday is pukeable and it comes waaaay too fast. I’ll happily vote in any politician who swears on their mistress they’ll abolish it.

I don’t write BDSM sex….

I don’t even try to. I have no real understanding of it. It’s like a woman writer trying to write male-male sex how does she really know? Yes, by all means email me to dispute that if you want. Anyway, why I mention this is due to the fact I got a really good review for Cintra – click here -and the reviewer mentioned how good the BDSM scenes were etc. Thank you. I appreciate it. But – and there always is one that you have to cover or think about - while I understand people have an obsessive need to tag things with labels, why do we have to tag something as primal and raw and human as sex? It just is and it’s based on preference.

Yes, by all means warn the sex in a book is graphic and could offend but labeling a story BDSM when really it’s graphic generally gets me a bunch of emails from BDSM writers telling me things like “in true BDSM she would never have put her foot there” and “only the neo-fosby-flop-flugelheimer method of tying a woman’s hands to the bed is considered true BDSM and how dare you just tie them?”

Well, the thing is I do dare. I dare a lot. Sex is about daring. It’s about doing it because you want to how you want to with who you want to. And to label it? Well, no ones ever going to agree on labels so why bother?

Sex – do it because you want to. Read it because you accept the graphic rating and just enjoy the story. Labels? Stick 'em on parcels and send them in the mail.

Email – amarinda_jones@yahoo.com.au

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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Life with Anny Cook and her nipple flowers…

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

Stupid love…

A non-writing colleague pointed out to me that romance/erotica novels perpetuate the belief that everyone should be in love and make those who aren’t in love more desperate to find love. My response? ‘Nuh-ah’ followed by ‘bollocks.’ I’m not responsible for love or sex. It’s not in my job description. If people read romance or indulge in erotica it’s because they like the genre – the fantasy. If they like horror stories it’s the same deal. Thriller writers don’t expect people will want to go out and kill after reading their books do they? So love - if you want it I hope you find it. If you’re in love – I’m happy for you but writers aren’t responsible for other people’s feelings. How can they be? There’s gazllions of people who read books. We’re flat out remembering to change our socks sometimes let alone be in charge of love.

But in saying all that I heard this song on the way home, one I particularly like, and I thought to myself…well, of course love is stupid at times and maybe we could blame that interfering toe-rag Cupid and suggest where he can shove his arrow…

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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Mile high…possible or not?

I was at work today chatting to friends on line, yes, I expect any day sometime soon I’ll feel bad about that but don’t hold your breath ….anyway, I was chatting to a smart friend and we were talking about this and that and somehow we got around to talking about the mile high club and how possible is it to have sex in a airplane toilet. I know – very important non work related stuff to break the monotony of the day. How did we get onto that subject? I’m not sure but with friends it doesn’t matter does it? The conversation just flows from one simple thought like ‘what are you doing today’ to ‘do you think it’s possible to have sex in an airplane toilet?’ See? Completely logic.

Anyway, I have to say, never having done the mile high club thing, I don’t think it’s possible to have sex in airplane toilet without getting a cramp somewhere. Last time I was on a plane in June I looked around the loo and thought ‘oh no way.’ Sure, sure, a woman can sit on the sink but there’s not a hell of a lot of room for him to stand is there? And what about when you hit an air pocket? What if the door isn’t latched securely? Or if someone wants to use the loo? How do two people exit without it looking like anything but two people who just had sex in a toilet cubicle? Or do you not care because you’re on a high? Yes, yes, I know danger is exciting but crippling yourself for an orgasm seems a tad extreme.

So, this is what I want to know – is it possible to do and what is the etiquette of mile high clubbing? Yes – comment publicly if you choose or as always you can email me personally – I’ll always answer. Enquiring minds want to know. Sex in an airplane toilet – fact or fallacy? Orgasm or Leg cramp? Doable or don’t do it Betty?

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