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....

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
 

Determined

I don't have to be in work today until 4 today, so I'm properly utilizing the time I have, which means this is going to be a quick post, fuckers.
I worked the first half of the day yesterday, then went to the club to do a quick photo shoot with Marie. She modeled some of the jewelry I have up in my Etsy shop, and I love working with her because she just has a natural beauty.
 I am determined to make money by blogging & jewelry making. It's all about making your mark and finding your own niche. Lord knows that there are thousands of bloggers out there, which means simultaneously a) it is possible to derive enough income from it and b) it is a very saturated market with most not making income from it :P Annnnddd, the same goes for jewelry making.
 And on that note, I have several writing assignments waiting to be finished, so I will take my leave. 
K

Let me Introduce Myself....

Willow Stark Files #1

The guy sitting across from me sneezed into his salad, and I thought, Gross.
"Excuse me!" he spluttered, embarrassed. "Must be the vinegar."
Well, that's a new one, I thought. "It is definitely quite strong in this salad," I offered.
He mimed holding a pad of paper and scribbling on it. He shot his eyes at me with an inquisitive eyebrow. "Hmm? Duly noted for the review?"
This guy was such a dork. But I think he was growing on me. Slowly, very slowly. I ducked my head. "Duly noted."
"How long have you been a food and restaurant critic?"
I've written for many different publications, I've done mostly freelance work, an assignment here, an assignment there. This publication currently is the longest-running."
He paused the salad-loaded fork halfway to his mouth. "Getting paid to eat. That's a pretty awesome gig."
"Well, I have to write about the food I shove in my mouth, too. That's an important component of the gig." I took a bite of the salad. "And it's fun, and assignments are always changing- go to this place and have an appetizer; go to this place and have a dessert, go to this place and get bombed at their bar."
 His eyebrows lifted again and he grinned. "How did that one end up?"
  Now it was my turn to grin, and I took a second to answer. Images of the night I spent with an interracial couple that had picked me up flipped through my mind. Her ochre-colored skin was so incredibly soft, and she smelled like lilacs. His dick had been hard like his body, and punishing. The combination of the silk and sinew was mind blowing, as was the total aplomb they had of just being horny adults, nothing else. The three of us had used fake names, they had said I looked like a 'Calypso'.
"It was a pretty fun night," I offered. The memories I had sifted through made me hot, and I looked over my dinner date. "Bruce" was in his thirties, a programmer at a local tech company.  He was attractive, just not amazingly so. But he had an easy air about him I liked. That didn't necessarily translate into a great lay, but I would find that out in good time.

The one thing I Miss....

The only thing that I really miss about dancing (not counting the shifts where a surprising amount of money was made- that goes without saying) is working so intimately with sexy females. Ok, so they weren't all sexy. However, most were, and I only fuck with the sexy ones anyway! 
I miss smacking asses, grabbing titties, pulling hair, not to mention all the trash talking and dirty whispers ;)
I have worked with some of the funniest, sexiest bitches on the planet. I miss the sexy :( 
I make up excuses to put on makeup, since it's fun now not having to put it on every day and freshen it like, eight times a day.  Oh, there are dishes to wash? Better go slap on some concealer and mascara! 
This new job has HR.....better keep my hands where they belong....
K