Demon Love

   When I woke up today, it was in interruption to a dream I was having: I was sitting in a restaurant kitchen, straddling a wooden bench over in the corner. It was a busy kitchen, with waitstaff and cooks bustling back and forth and orders being yelled out. 
 In this dream, I was straddling the bench, and a pillow. I was masturbating with the pillow, while the restaurant was in the middle of the dinner rush. And it was just starting to work....
  Crazy, right? 

 So here's a scenario to ponder:
  What if the only books published were those made up of people's dreams? People's crazy dreams made up with thousands of pieces of their lives, along with the millions of ways that human emotions are translated and transformed: our fears, our doubts, our anger and our joy. Think of the craziest dream you've ever had (if you can remember one) and imagine that craziness copied and twisted and skewed in millions of other ways. 
  Imagine that library. 

KR
 

Sexy Research

Thank fuck it's Saturday. I'm not going to get into how uncomfortable this past week was, but you betcha. It did not involve whips and chains, unfortunately.
  Ideas swirl in my head regarding my sexy lady in training. It's coming together in little bits here and there, and the platform is growing....

Relaunch and ReInvention

Okay. So. I think I've got it figured it out.
As you know, I've been struggling to decide what to do with Ms. Kelly Raine. Due to my professional restrictive life, she has lost much of her relevancy over the last couple of years. I've thought about killing her off completely. 
  However........I just couldn't. Deep down, I knew that I have spent too much time, and have had many adventures with her, to dismiss her completely. But what to do with her? 
  Why not carry on with two different writing profiles? The main one will carry my  paranormal stories, and whatever strangeness I think of. Kelly Raine will be reserved solely for erotica, which was her original platform. 
  After all, it's not like I'm going to ever stop having dirty thoughts, or coming up with super sexy scenarios and characters. More importantly, she's necessary for a release that is no longer afforded to me due to my professional life. 
  So moving forward, I will be giving this blog a complete makeover. I will also be introducing a new character who will be my star of a new erotic undertaking. Originally, I designed it to be a series, where new chapters would be introduced through the blog, but now I'm thinking it might be a whole book. 
  Stay tuned for a remake!! 

Kelly Raine
 

Keep Her or Kill Her?

Playlist: Korn, "Never Never"

I'm having one of those moments when I really wish I had my own personal stage and pole, with a banging ass sound system and soundproofing. I would blast the fuck out of this song and get a great workout. Would I do it naked? I'm not sure, I mean you can't stick to the pole with clothes on, so....I would choreograph the shit out of the songs too, it would be awesome. Someday.
I've been having an internal debate about the future of Kelly Raine. I sort of want to drop her ass, and just bury all my naked misdemeanors. She doesn't fit me anymore, and I don't want to be haunted by her stupid demons anymore. However, I am still participating in NaNoWriMo, and this novel would be published under that ...er, alias.
 For a little background on her, I first penned that personality back in about 2003 (eek!) when I started writing erotic poetry. My erotic poetry was pretty damn spicy, too, and the collection was published in 2005. Each poem was written while I was ovulating and the rush of hormones translated into words well. There were a few poems written every month, har har. 
 I guess this blog is safe as long as November is here. I'll check back in soon. 
K
 

The Willow Black Files 1

  I was halfway through my morning cup of coffee when my cell phone rang. I checked the ID- it was my good friend, neighbor & occasional lay, Samson. Yes, he mirrored the Biblical character in physical strength, however not by length of hair or religious steadfastness. He was a Commander in the Navy, so most of the year he wasn't home and I took care of his Boston terrier, Kippy, and watered my own damn plants.
"Ooh, guess who's calling, Kip?" I said to the dog, who was lying on the floor, near my feet. He instantly picked up his head and regarded me with a serious look, like Don't play with me, woman.
  "Good morning," I purred into the phone.
  "Good Morning, Willow," his throaty chuckle had an instant reaction of the wet kind down in my nether regions.
  "Should I be expecting you home soon?"
  "You should look out your kitchen window."
  Grinning, I put my laptop aside and got up from the couch. I crossed the hall into the kitchen, with Kippy right on my heels. I continued into the recessed breakfast nook on the far side of the kitchen and slid aside the checkered curtains that covered the window. His kitchen window was directly across from mine, and he was standing there, in his naked glory, holding his phone to his ear. He was fully erect and his swollen head pushed insistently at the glass.
  "Oh my," I murmured into my cell.
  "Would you like some early morning company?" came his husky voice.
  "Like you even have to ask," I told him.
 A minute later, Samson and I were feverishly kissing and there was a very excited Boston terrier trying to get in between us. Jumping and yipping, he persisted until we broke it off, laughing.
 "Hi buddy!" Samson knelt down and Kipper flew into his arms, twirling madly, his tail going a thousand miles an hour.  He licked Samson feverishly amid his excited squeals. Samson swooped the dog up and cuddled him, burying his face in his tiny neck. It was always such a funny sight, this big fucker cuddling such a little dog. Samson had been gone for four weeks.
I led them into the living room, moving my laptop to the coffeetable so we could sit on the couch.
 "How has work been?" I inquired. Kippy settled between us, licking my hand to ensure me that he still loved me, as well. Samson's penetrating gray eyes studied me, that beautiful half-smile just as distracting as always. 
 "I was stationed off the coast of Florida. I got approached by several sexy mermaids, but I firmly told them I had a wonderful lady back home, who was watching my dog."
 I held up a hand in protest.
"Hey, don't let me stand in your way of getting some mermaid tale. I'd do the same thing."
 Samson grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer.
 We kissed long and hard, and the space between us closed quickly. Kipper jumped down off the couch and shot a disgusted look over his shoulder, but we weren't paying attention. In one smooth move, Samson slid his length onto the couch, and pulled me on top of his body. His hardness pressed into my pelvis and the whole region contracted with anticipation.
  "Have you been a naughty mermaid lately?" he murmured, kissing my neck while his hands embraced my ass cheeks.
  "You know us mermaids," I grinned down at him. "There's just something in the water."
  He chuckled, the deep, warm sound striking deep inside of me.
  "Us pirates drink quite a bit of the same water," he replied, one solid arm of muscle grabbing me around my waist and holding me while he flipped around on top. He pressed his erection against me urgently, and his grey eyes darkened with intensity.
  "Arrrrr," I growled up at him. 

To Be Continued....