Friday, November 20, 2015

Friday Frolics: Favourite Scene To Use

Hello, Friday HOT Readers and Musers.

Hope you've been enjoying our Friday Frolics. It's been interesting for me to learn more about this genre and hearing from our authors.

As an editor there's one writer's habit I've discovered, and learned about myself as well...we all have overused words. Speaking, I use 'actually' way too much. Writing, I've found 'that' and 'but' to be a favourite.

However, Theadora decided to muse on favourite...overused...routine...erotic scene used in writing.

There are only so many positions and combinations a couple, or three, can engage in. I haven't found a routine or favourite scene, but can see how I may in the future. Writing Bonnie and Boris' Bedtime Stories, I'm finding I can think of situations in which they can find themselves, but the actions those I need to work around and not repeating the same words. Only so much pinching, sucking, rubbing, licking before it sounds boring inside of arousing.

Plus, sounds. Really finding I'm falling back on the same sounds. Being new to erotic writing, I'm searching for a dictionary that helps with sounds and spellings.

My favourite scene usages, or method, is as my characters are engaged in something else and send a smartie-pants remark which takes the other back into a memory of the sexual action. I like linking the current to these memories and playing on the teasing and humour in the current scene.

Thank you for dropping over, we appreciate it. Have a fun weekend and hope to you see next week.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

She Wants/He Wants: Uniforms


Uniforms? You want to know what I think of uniforms? It’s why I argued having a female doctor for Pete’s sake. It ain’t the cup and cough that’s uncomfortable, it’s that damn white coat. Not only blood pressure rises with white coat syndrome.

And, yes, you’re…you are…you’re…crap…you’re right, all right. I am more polite with the lady cop over the male jackass.

Now, ahm, care to try on company’s brown shorts?


Uniforms...I wonder at times if bosses actually LOOK at the uniforms. size does not fit all, morons. I may be petite but my boobs just don't fit in a small so I need a size bigger even though it looks big on me. Then again, now you need to adjust your eye-view to my face and not south.
However, a tight uniform on a cop, fireman, mailman...oh shit, any bulk bearing muscled hunk is fine with me. I won't complain. Double standards you say? Oh heck yeah!

Monday, November 16, 2015

Mistress Muselle: Uniforms

Uniforms are our protection. They cloak us and show the outside how we wish ourselves to be seen. Rarely do we wear who we really are. Only glimpses of the pieces of our puzzled lives.

To be truly seen one must be bare of all coverings. Laid open physically to give release to what is hidden emotionally. Once stripped of that which we think protects us, we are free to protect ourselves, stand in the strength that is all our own.

But, we are a visual species. The need to see…the belief that what we see is what’s real…controls us. Think to the times you have felt free once you’ve given up control…you were most likely bare in more than one manner.

Of course, I am referring to our sexual being; however, I will admit there are other manners in which to be bare. Mine is more pleasurable.

Why else are you picturing me in skin tight leathers…rubber?...latex?...vinyl?  Your fantasy; your material.

Why else do authority figures wear uniforms and we look to submit to their power?

Why else do we find nurses’ uniforms titillating? We want to strip them of their control, look under the crisp professional veneer.

Why else is it desirable to strip out of our own uniforms and bare ourselves?