Friday, August 29, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, August 29, 2014 ~ Nothing But a Real Man

Flash Fiction Friday, you guessed it!! One single inspirational photograph common to us all and a limit of 100 words. Yes, that's it and all the participating authors write whatever their muse produces. Today, I am using a good friend, another erotic author, for some inspiration, too. That's fair, and you will understand why when you meet him: Garrett Carr. That is right, ladies, him. Check out his very sexy The Garrett Carkos Files blog, too

So, please read my 100 words as they will go by way too quickly. Then, have a sashay over to all the other participating authors listed one-by-one below or just follow the link to our blog page and jump off from there to each of their posts! So have fun and don't forget to leave a comment ~ here and there. Enjoy ~  ☼ o√ ¸.¨¯`*..*˜"*°

Nothing But a Real Man
She tried, but she was bored. How did the director expect this boy to inspire her?

She needed a man; nothing but a real man would do…..Garrett Carr. Yes!

Yeahhhh, him; a man who filled a room with his attitude, a woman with his heart and his pants with……well, real womanly inspiration. Oh, God, but those photo shoots of his, the top button of his jeans open. You knew what it meant for a man to dress to the left or right. You couldn’t miss it! It was so…….

“Cut - print - that’s a wrap! You nailed it, baby!”



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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, August 26, 2014 ~ Soaked

Tantalyzing Tuesday snaps me back into my routine. Been a lot on my plate lately plus, I have been sick with my husband out of town for 10 days and a wee Havanese pup on my hands that needed emergency neuro-surgery. Oh, the stress of it all. I am much happier with deadlines!

So, did you miss me? Been awhile. But I love flashing, teasing and tasting, so I am going to do the things I love to do and indulge myself ~ and you. The photo we each select, and they are all different, inspires the shorts we write. Now, do be a dear and have a quickie read, then visit the other participating fab authors to read their teasers. But, first, do - be - do - be - do me!  If you do, please leave me a comment. It has been soooooooo long for me.....And enjoy!


Soaked
She walked into the lounge looking exactly the way she felt: wet, mean and thirsty for a dirty martini. It was pouring rain outside and she was soaked. Her long auburn locks were wet, curled framing her face, accentuating the beautiful intensity of her hazel eyes. She was pissed at all men, never mind why. And she was thirsty. She opened the door; it was so dark she stood in the doorway while her vision adjusted. Dripping wet, her dress hugged every curve of her body. There were no open seats, which pissed her off even more. She walked over to the widest spot in the crowd and leaned over the bar to order a drink from the bartender. A seated Marine stood up to offer her his stool. She appreciated the gesture and nodded. He waved at the bartender who approached.

“A dirty martini - bone dry - up with olives,” she told the bartender.

“It’s ‘Happy Hour’: two for one.”

“Better still. Bring ‘em on and keep ‘em coming until I tell you to stop.”

Her anger gave-way to interest....and hunger. She softened to the man in uniform beside her fingering his cigar.

She was soaked inside now, too. 

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Losing Robin Williams—The Dark Side of Those Who Make Us Laugh by Kristen Lamb

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Suicide. It’s a topic that’s been on most of our minds as of late. I was BROKEN when I found out about Robin Williams. It’s like this bright shining star just snuffed out, leaving only a black hole of crushing emptiness behind. I feel terrible for taking him for granted, selfishly assuming he’d always be around.
I haven’t yet cried because I’m afraid I might not stop. My fondest childhood memories involve Mork & Mindy. Growing up, I’d watch Williams’ comedic acts over and over and over, studying his timing and how he could do what he did, because to me? It was MAGIC. In fact, I can honestly say he was my earliest mentor. I learned to laugh and make others laugh, and, since home and school were living nightmares, laughter was my lifeline.
I’m no expert aside from having suicide issues in the family. Also, years ago, I suffered horrific depression after being on the phone with my father when he unexpectedly died. No one realized he had cancer until after the autopsy, because he was always making everyone laugh, always smiling and making us smile…until he was gone.
While I won’t get into a discussion regarding suicide and depression, I’d like to address some reasons many were so sideswiped when Robin Williams took his life. Obviously I can only speak from my own perspective as a humor author and chronic class clown.
Humor is Birthed From Pain
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Ever notice the high mortality rates among comedians? Self-destruction is common. One reason is that humor is an amazingly powerful defense mechanism. I switched high schools six times and was poor, thus the target of every group of Mean Girls (which come standard). In my freshman year I turned inward and fell into terrible depression. Then I learned how powerful humor could be. It could be a weapon.
The right turn of phrase could decimate an attacker.
Humor can also be body armor. Funny people use laughter to minimize pain so we can cope. Maybe we come from a background where we aren’t allowed to express hurt, pain, sorrow, disappointment, and so making jokes becomes a way of staying sane. Or maybe there is so much pain that humor is the only way to keep from overloading. This is common among police officers, soldiers, doctors, and any profession bombarded with tragedy.
Gallows humor.
Never Let Them See You Sweat
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Yep, my family, LOL.
I’ve been guilty of this (being the comedian of the family). I love making others laugh and never lose my sense of humor. When I was admitted to give birth to The Spawn, the attending nurse crashed every single vein trying to get an IV in me (until I politely asked if my mom could do it—she is an RN). The nurses missed inserting my epidural (the needle that goes into the spine) seven times. Yet, to the end and through every contraction, I had everyone laughing, even though I was in agony.
When I was 22, I finally had to have four impacted wisdom teeth removed. I couldn’t afford an oral surgeon and so the dentist gave me the anesthesia and proceeded to chisel all four teeth out of my jaw. My roommate who brought me said all she could hear from the room was the staff laughing to the point of tears. Apparently through gauze and anesthesia I was still a riot.
Laughter has been there to help me contend with the fear and pain, but this coping mechanism has a dark side.
False Assumptions
S-E-X-Y!
Making light of my broken nose. Hey, it was kinda funny…
I know it’s my own fault others don’t necessarily take me seriously when I’m hurting. How could they? I’m cracking jokes and making everyone happy. I’m a giver. I don’t know if life is worth living if we aren’t laughing. And if we’re going to be in pain, why not bear it with a smile? People & circumstances can take away anything but our attitude, right?
The problem is that others see that smile and might not understand that we do need help and likely aren’t going to ask for it. Or us being “funny” might make it seem we’re not in as dire of a situation.
Just ask the people who tried to get me to an ER last week when I had my first violent reaction to peanuts.
Givers love to give. Comedians live to make others laugh. We love it so much we’re often blind to when we are empty and the darkness is there to pounce when we’re at our lowest. As a community, one of the things we can all do is learn to be better at actively listening. WANA was built on this principle—WE ARE NOT ALONE.
I’ve been doing this myself. Talk less, listen more. Joke less, hear more, be honest. Listen for subtext. If we ask someone, “How are you today?” at least stick around long enough for an answer. Ask the next question.
Lack of Boundaries and Rest
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I find it interesting how the corporate world expects to be able to reach us 24/7. Meetings and “work” creep into our Saturdays and even Sundays. But how would our job feel if we showed up with our kids to work? What if we read a novel or took a nap?
Oh, what? No quid pro quo?
My husband gets business calls before we are even awake. 99% of the time, it’s over matters that could wait. We’re interrupted at dinner, on weekends, during church. When are we going to say NO? I now turn off my phone on weekends. I just…can’t.
Most of us—even the funny folks—are running around on fumes. This is when depression sets in even if it isn’t clinical. Humans were not designed to run fill tilt 24 hours a day. Those of us with a gift for making others laugh likely just don’t show symptoms as early or at all. A lot of us “don’t want to bother” anyone.
Also, a lot of us jokesters have set up expectations in others that we will always make them smile. When we can no longer do that—when we are too spent or hurting—we retreat. We don’t want to disappoint.
Situational Awareness—Take It To H.A.R.T.
Image via Flickr Creative Commons. Bansky's "Peaceful hearts Doctor" courtesy of Eva Blue.
Image via Flickr Creative Commons. Bansky’s “Peaceful hearts Doctor” courtesy of Eva Blue.
Are we hurting, alone, resentful, or tense? In this go-go-go-go life, we should be mindful to stop. Take a break so we can check our condition. We wouldn’t drive a car and ignore red lights flashing. CHECK ENGINE. FUEL LOW. NEED AIR. Why do we do this to ourselves? And for the other funny folks out there, joking about the CHECK ENGINE light is no laughing matter.
This is why I’m so tremendously grateful for all you. I might hurt, but I’m never alone and you guys keep me company so a lot less tense.
The hurting? Yeah. Covered in hives and want to scrape off my skin with a carrot peeler (go to doctor in an hour). Resentful? Benadryl kinda making me resent everything, including sounds, light and those annoying air particles that insist touching me. PERSONAL SPACE! And bugs farting. How are the spiders and fruit flies so flatulent?
What are your thoughts?
Do you do tend to minimize by joking? Maybe laugh off things you shouldn’t? Do you retreat if you can’t be entertaining? Do you feel desensitized to pain because of coping so long with humor? Do you have friends of family who are like this? Maybe that you need to watch more carefully?
I miss Robin Williams. The world is a far darker place without him. I hope he’s somewhere he can see how much we all loved him and how devastated we are to be without him.
 Please see the original article on Kristen Lamb's Blog
"What Dreams May Come"
I have never been moved to tears by anyone’s death outside my family, and even then, some of those didn’t break my heart; I am even looking forward to some of my relatives embracing the ‘Big Chill’. But, Robin? Something died inside me, too, when he died. I don’t focus on, nor do I discuss, his depression or refer to his death as suicide because I would be effected just as profoundly, no matter the cause of his death. I am Robin’s age. When he flew in as Mork and discovered life on Earth, I was discovering my life, too. He was funny, irreverent, inexperienced in the ways of we Earthlings. Hey, me too! We found our way together. He was a roller coaster ride and I had the time of my life with him. I saw every one of his movies and own most of them. I cannot say that about other entertainers. He was like a brother from another mother, perhaps even another planet, that I would stand in the corner gossiping with about other family members, laughing at their expense, our fodder for life. His death moved me to tears, sobbing in fact, and I am not embarrassed to admit it. We grew up together and I will miss him. His star burns a little brighter at night, mine a little dimmer, and I am saddened by his death, saddened he won't be joining me on the rest of our journey together. The ride for him is over. If you have never seen his movie “What Dreams May Come” do so. 

It is the search we all live daily.


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Saturday, August 2, 2014

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, August 1, 2014 ~ Moonlight and Marigolds

Flash Fiction Friday, already!? And August? Unbelievable......I am at a loss as to where the week has gone. But, alas, here we are again, flashing you with our brilliant wordsmithery.

One hundred words based upon a photo common to all the participating authors so each one will be different and special. Don't miss any of them. I have posted the link to the FFF website below and the authors are also listed, one-by-one like jewels on velveteen, if you want to continue to listen to Barry White and the Love Unlimited Orchestra play "Love's Theme".

Mine is based upon the impatience new lovers feel in one another's presence: burning passions, eager fingertips, ravenous mouths. See what you think and do, please, leave comments. They inspire us to do more, to enlighten, to love......Enjoy °*"˜*.✿.*˜"*°


Moonlight and Marigolds

We wasted little time. Dinner was a sensuous arousal of watching hands feeding greedy mouths eating quickly. We knew dessert would be maddeningly played out soon…….in bed.
My key rolled the tumblers in the lock while he pressed his swollen cock impatiently against me from behind, his hot breath on my neck, and palmed my breasts. As the door swung open, he flipped me around and lifted me off my feet, into his arms.
I buried my tongue in his mouth hungrily…..he tasted of mint.
My heel clipped the vase of marigolds as he laid me on the leatherette drenched in moonlight and……..a bed of marigolds.
“Oh, God………..”

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