My Brain Cells, Those Horny Little Critters…
Today, I’m meeting one of my very best friends in Columbia for lunch at the mall. Know what we’re doing? Exchanging Christmas gifts. I kid you not. That gives you an idea of what 2008 has been like for me, right? Whew! It also tells you my best friends are as busy as I am. Really, this is the first chance we’ve had to do this gift thing since we started canceling lunch dates back in December and January. Is my schedule insane, or what?!
I’m also doing a major happy dance today. This week I finished final edits on Bewitched at the Beach, the second novella in my erotica series with Wynn and Noelle, and I’m verrrrry pleased with it. It goes without saying it’s SMOKING HOT! Anyway, now it’s ready to email to my erotica publisher. And….oh, happy day!….yesterday I finished the outline for the third novella in that series, The Harvest Moon. I’ll start writing the first draft of that erotica novella in the next day or so. Big fun!
Speaking of fun, I bought another babydoll this week. You should see it…it’s gorgeous. I was walking past the lingerie department at Dillard’s on my way to Waldenbooks to check stock on my novels. So I thought I would stop for a minute and cruise through their 75% off rack, since they add new stuff every week. Low and behold, I found an Oscar de la Renta babydoll marked down from $60 to $15. And it’s black, the color my husband hinted was his fav in sexy lingerie. Woo-hoo! So I snapped it up, and I’ve been teasing him with it ever since. He’s been in Atlanta for boring meetings the last few days, and every time he calls to complain about it I quickly change the subject to that babydoll, or what I intend to do to his bod when those meetings are over, or what he can do to mine. I wonder if doctors prescribe flirtatious, oversexed women for their men patients as a form of stress relief? They should. Works great for my husband. He goes from cranking to giggling in 60 seconds or less. *naughty smile*
I just spent six weeks writing Bewitched at the Beach, which is about how long it takes me to write a novella that size from start to finish. Now I’m tackling a mountain of paperwork and emails I avoided while I was chin-deep in the last edits on that novella. Let me tell you it has taken me days to work through all that stuff. Argh! I do know one thing. It wouldn’t have taken so long if a large group of my brain cells hadn’t revolted when I finished that novella and skipped out on vacation to the beach. Yup, they deserted me, claiming cruel and unusual punishment (what? *shakes my head*). I’m hoping they’ll return by the time I start writing the first draft of The Harvest Moon. I’m going to need them for sure. But who knows? After all, they are my brain cells, which means they’re horny little critters. And they’re at the beach with all those guys walking around with nothing on but a pair of swim trucks. And some of those guys are lean, trim, and totally yummy. All that firm male skin (I just love a man’s naked chest). Hmm. I may never see those brain cells again, certainly not until winter. And who can blame them, right? Delicious eye-candy. My, oh my, definitely a necessity of life. *wicked grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
Laura Stamps
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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August 7th, 2008 at 1:40 pm
Ha ha! You make me laugh!
I have to say, teasing is my favorite form of torture! I love it! And those naked male chests…those are my favorite too. I just love it!
And did you know that waaay back in the day, they used to perscribe sex to men as a cure for certain illnesses? I’m not sure what illnesses it was supposed to cure, but I learned that back in school.
I think we were reading something about virtues by Ben Franklin or something (I could be WAY off, but I think that’s right) and it said you were to be chaste unless procreating or for medical purposes.
How bizarre is that?
And if I’m not mistaken women were perscribed orgasms as a cure for hysteria.
August 7th, 2008 at 5:52 pm
Yeah, I do like those male chests, especially with a light smattering of soft hair you can run your fingers through. YUM! Okay, gotta stop talking about that…I’m making myself hot. *wicked grin*
That is a trip about doctors back in Ben Franklin’s time. I’ve never heard that before. What a hoot! Sex for medicinal purposes and orgasms for hysterical women.
That makes sense to me. No doubt about it…I would be hysterical if I didn’t have my regular “medicinal dose” of orgasms. I’d be screaming, “Give me my big O medicine!” Naughty, naughty, I know, but I can’t help it.
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Paranormal Romance and Erotica Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
August 7th, 2008 at 10:17 pm
I know! Ever since I became sexually active, I can’t go more than a few days without the big O. I think it’s an addiction!
My close friends think I’m a totaly nympho! And let me tell you what a rough week it was last week with Barret being so sick!
But all is well now, thank goddess!