Spent yesterday indulging in a little football. Early in the afternoon some friends and I were in the stands cheering for some of our students. Finally perfect football weather -- chilly but but bearable, overcast and windy.
But it was nice to get home later to watch my alma mater play on TV. Warmed up with some hot chocolate. Then curled up in a team sweatshirt and some panties under a blanket and rooted for all I was worth. Great game, even though we lost in the final minutes. Also discovered there's a naked football league. Who knew? Think girls are allowed? Today: back to work...new stories in the works, one set in the 1960s. Also, I've started on my first erotic novel. Have I lost my mind?
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he days are become colder where I live, and shorter. I miss warm afternoons on my back porch, lying in a chaise lounge looking up at the trees and the blue sky beyond, a thin sheen of sweat on my body. I don't like to be sweaty, exactly, but I do like the way my body makes itself a little slick as a means of cooling off. Human bodies are amazing things. I was watching the HBO series Sharp Objects this past week, a gripping drama on many levels. Bodies matter there, particularly the main character's body. I always get a little excited when I see that "N" for nudity at the beginning of a show. I guess I never outgrew the little thrill I got on the rare occasions as a child when I saw someone on TV or in a move naked. Not sure if I am more the voyeur, wanting to see such things, or the exhibitionist, wanting to be on screen with naked with millions watching. This particular series didn't have a lot of nudity, but what was there was interesting. The main character (played by Amy Adams) has a compulsion to carve on her own body, and at several moments we would see that body, a kind of work of art, covered in markings -- words, symbols. She was embarrassed by these mostly, spending a lot of time and energy trying to hide them, but I found them all strangely erotic. Oh, and I almost forgot... My newest book is out at Amazon. It's called "Soccer Slut," and you can find it here: I'd love to hear what you think, and any story ideas you might have to get me going on my next book. Leave me a comment! If you're following my posts, you might remembered I mentioned a certain new faculty member that caught my eye the first week of classes. Turns out he has a girlfriend -- long distance, so one never knows...in the meantime, we've bonded over a little Maker's Mark.
Still working on my soccer story, but getting close to finishing, working on the "end" if you will. Should be up by the Friday...thanks for hanging with me in the meantime. So, after a two year absence, I'm finding it so hard to keep up with both academia and my erotic fiction, but I want you to know I am hard at work on my next story. It involves a soccer player named Macy who goes looking for a pick-up game one night and finds all the action she can handle.
Here's a little taste... She’d been sure her assets would see her through to the next level – a spot on the women’s national team. It had stunned her when they hadn’t. She’d been so certain the school could never cut the girl who brought them both wins and ticket sales. She’d sat in the coach’s office, in fact, her mouth hanging open as he delivered the news. “I’m sorry, Macy. It’s going to hurt this team more than you know, but my hands are tied.” Her tears hadn’t helped. She’d considered offering up something more – a look at the body beneath her jersey and shin guards – but she knew it wasn’t likely to help matters. Coach Jacobs had seem most of them in one state of undress or another at various times – you couldn’t coach a major women’s soccer team and not encounter girls in towels or less wandering about the multi-million dollar practice facility. She knew for a fact that at least two of the girls took pride in being naked outside the locker room as often as they could possibly get away with it. A blowjob might have made a difference, but she wasn’t sure anything beyond sex would actually get the job done, and she just wasn’t willing to go that far. Besides, she had been sure they’d relent. She’d sat by the phone all weekend waiting for the call: “We’ll find a way to work with you, even with the low GPA.” Let me know what you think...AND...I'm always looking for new story ideas, if you happen to have any suggestions. I know, I know...I've got no excuse for my absence...perhaps I need to be...punished?
In all seriousness, I have to apologize for being away for so long. Unfortunately it was...unavoidable. But I'm back now and back to work -- both my day job and my, um, avocation. Things in the land of academia are good: we have a new hire here, an expert on Shakespeare studies: let's call him J. Anyway, J. and I have already had a fascinating conversation on the sexual innuendos to be found in Hamlet. It's still early, but I'll keep all of you posted on how things progress. In the meantime, I'm at work on a story that takes place on the soccer field where, by the end, everyone has had a chance to score. I'll be posting it by the end of the week. In the meantime, if you'd like to let me how you missed me, or maybe if you've got a story suggestion, I'd be excited to hear from you. |
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