What Would Sappho Say?
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
Well, it seems to be that time of the month again(in a good way) and I am itching to share with you my newest erotica that takes the reader to a place of highened senses and dare I say an X-rating from the censor boards if there were such a thind in cyber space. Once again, my greatest concern is to keep from getting the entire site deemed pornographic in nature, so I have attached these files as I have done all the others with a stern warning that those under 18 in this case should not be viewing this material without parental consent and do solelmly swear by downloading the material they are born after January 29, 1992.
SO... first off, the warning. The following file is for adults over the age of 18 as the material is Rated X in nature and no one under that age should be viewing this material without consulting with their parents. Please don't do anything foolish to get me in trouble. I'm having enough trouble with readership the last thing I need it an adult warning sticker to get through before you even get to my site!!! SO, the following narrative is called The Perfect Storm and I guess it will have to fend for itself from here on in. Just click on the title of story below and tap your heels together or your Doc Martens, your preference, and we'll be off the races.
Download The Perfect Storm...
Whew!! That's a relief! Now for those of you that enjoy this story and did not get a chance to read the second one, I am re-releasing it now in the text of this blog, It came originally from the blog by the same title, Sunday Comes Too Soon. So download the story Sunday Comes Too Soon directly as it is a completely different tale than this. The blog was released on Thursday, January 7th so you won't have to go digging to find it as I have learned even one extra click of the mouse loses you your readers. :) The first erotic story can be downloaded embedded in the blog The Music of Duets. or directly. It is called The House of Cards.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sappho Speaks: It’s Just Ridiculous
What Would Sappho Say?
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
Ridiculous was one of my favorite words to use for years and years and one day “poof” out of nowhere, the word was ruined for me. How you may ask? My best friend at the time just had to tell me a story about and her girlfriend and herself having a disagreement when my friend used the word RIDICULOUS. Now I do have to concur with a teeny, teeny, tiny bit of the sentiment in the following statement but I love the word too so it never bothered me in the least. The girlfriend stopped the car and blew up at her, “Why do you always have to use the word ridiculous? There’s so much emphasis in your voice when you use it. It drives me nuts. I HATE THAT WORD. Why can't you just say stupid like everyone else does?”
Well, I never liked this woman and after hearing this story every time I would use the word it would get stuck in my throat, no longer running off the tongue with the pleasure it once had. Even six months after the story, every time this word came into my vocabulary I would think of this RIDICULOUS, INANE, ASININE woman I disliked and it took all the pleasure out of using the word itself. So, I decided I needed to attach a new back-story to the word to replace my image of this woman. So I sat down with pen in hand....
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
Ridiculous was one of my favorite words to use for years and years and one day “poof” out of nowhere, the word was ruined for me. How you may ask? My best friend at the time just had to tell me a story about and her girlfriend and herself having a disagreement when my friend used the word RIDICULOUS. Now I do have to concur with a teeny, teeny, tiny bit of the sentiment in the following statement but I love the word too so it never bothered me in the least. The girlfriend stopped the car and blew up at her, “Why do you always have to use the word ridiculous? There’s so much emphasis in your voice when you use it. It drives me nuts. I HATE THAT WORD. Why can't you just say stupid like everyone else does?”
Well, I never liked this woman and after hearing this story every time I would use the word it would get stuck in my throat, no longer running off the tongue with the pleasure it once had. Even six months after the story, every time this word came into my vocabulary I would think of this RIDICULOUS, INANE, ASININE woman I disliked and it took all the pleasure out of using the word itself. So, I decided I needed to attach a new back-story to the word to replace my image of this woman. So I sat down with pen in hand....
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sappho Speaks: Those Who Guard The Skies
What Would Sappho Say?
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
In January 1990 I joined the United States Marine Corps with a perfect score on the entrance exam and my pick on professions. I chose Air Traffic Control. I don’t think my parents or anyone else saw my Type A personality lasting past the first week, so when they got a calling saying I was the platoon and series honor graduate and would they like to come to the ceremony as special guests of the base General you could say there chins hit the floor.
After boot camp I went straight to Naval Air Traffic Control (ATC) School in Memphis, TN. I loved that town and its famous Beale Street blues and Jazz clubs and live music venues. I’ll never forget one visit to the bursting metropolis when we were seeing strange couples all over the streets in the weirdest of outfits before we realized it was one of the largest square dancing conventions in the world!! I loved ATC School and its competitive nature. They had the high scores of the past year for every test on the walls out side of each classroom with the name of the student who made the score. The school was only 16-weeks long but I left with my name up on the wall at least 12 or 13 times.
Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
In January 1990 I joined the United States Marine Corps with a perfect score on the entrance exam and my pick on professions. I chose Air Traffic Control. I don’t think my parents or anyone else saw my Type A personality lasting past the first week, so when they got a calling saying I was the platoon and series honor graduate and would they like to come to the ceremony as special guests of the base General you could say there chins hit the floor.
After boot camp I went straight to Naval Air Traffic Control (ATC) School in Memphis, TN. I loved that town and its famous Beale Street blues and Jazz clubs and live music venues. I’ll never forget one visit to the bursting metropolis when we were seeing strange couples all over the streets in the weirdest of outfits before we realized it was one of the largest square dancing conventions in the world!! I loved ATC School and its competitive nature. They had the high scores of the past year for every test on the walls out side of each classroom with the name of the student who made the score. The school was only 16-weeks long but I left with my name up on the wall at least 12 or 13 times.
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