A few weeks ago it suddenly occurred to me that I might not be allergic to latex condoms after all. I realized the one time I tried them and they gave me a bad pussy burn I wasn’t using the fab lube I use now (KY Liquibeads). So this might not be a latex issue. It might just be a lube issue. Too cool!

I was totally jazzed about this cause I’ve never been crazy about the poly condoms Wes and I use (Trojan Supra). The polyurethane material pinches my pussy, and it burns Wes’s dick. Not fun.

Since Wes always complains about a lack of sensitivity with the poly condoms (even though they’re reallllllly thin) I bought the thinnest latex condoms I could find…Trojan Ultra-Thin. Much to my delight they were as thin and transparent as the Supras.

Alrightyyyy!

As you know, I’ve been doing a gazillion interviews for book review blogs the last two months (love them!). And some of those interviews have appeared on this blog. But the one I’m posting today is made up of questions from YOU, my blog readers.

What fun!

Many thanks to all of you who posted a question last week for this interview. It was a blast answering them. Okay, here we go…!

So many people wrote to tell me how much they enjoyed the Meme I ran as my blog post last week that I decided to post another one this week. The cool thing about the Meme today is that it’s made up entirely of questions fans have asked me.

Dontcha love it?!

Hey, I know how you are. You get hooked on this blog and my novels, and then you wanna know everything about me. Especially the personal stuff. Being a kinky exhibitionist, I’m happy to spill ALL (much to Wes’s dismay). LMAO!!

When I walked into the bedroom last Sunday for our sex date, Wes jumped me before I could even toss the lube and condoms on the nightstand.

Alrightyyyyy!

“What’s with you, big boy?” I ask, after he crushes me to him and gives me a toe-curling kiss.

“I’m horny,” he replies. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all the way back from Edisto.”

As most of you know, my birthday was last Friday. On Wednesday I’d been working all day, cleaning up my email list. There’s a large group of people on my list who no longer open my email notifications, yet they won’t opt out either. So I went through every name (ugh!…took like 16 hours…yeah, it’s a large list), and I eliminated most of them. Totally worth it cause now my list is lean and trim. Yay!

When Wes came home that evening I took a break and went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner.

Let me back up for a minute. One of my hobbies is gardening. There are three flower gardens outside in my front yard (roses, lilies, morning glories, and azaleas). And I use two rooms in my house for my offices. My computer, office equipment, and several tables are in one room. The other room is for storage where I keep my book inventory, files, and packing materials for shipping book orders. There’s a large, sunny window in that room where I grow spinach in a container garden 365 days a year for the spinach and black olive pizzas I love to make every week.

Ten minutes later I’m standing at the counter in the kitchen, slicing olives and chopping fresh spinach leaves for an organic pizza. When Wes walks up behind me to get a glass of water, I stick my ass out and rub it against his cock. Of course.

As many of you know, tomorrow is my birthday.  I’ll be 53.  Yikes!  Hard to believe, since I swear I’m not a day over 18, right?  *delusional grin*
As a matter of fact, a few weeks ago when I told my account (who is also 53) that I always feel and act like I’m 18, he [...]

First, an update. I’d like to announce my agent and I have parted on friendly terms. He’s a great guy. Really. And he wants only the best for me. But he’s also verrrrrry busy. Too busy to give my career the time and attention an agent should for one of his authors.

That means at this moment I’m agent-less and LOVING it! I’ve become the living version of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird.” Yeah, I’m free as a bird, and this slutty bird ain’t gonna change.

Alrightyyyy!

Besides, Kittyfeather Press is publishing my books again and doing a great job marketing and publicizing the new vamp series, so I really don’t need an agent right now. I’ve got two publishers, Kittyfeather Press and Magicomm Media. Plus, I’m slammed with book contracts through the next 5 years (which I had before I hooked up with my agent last summer).

First, an announcement. If you’re not on my email list (and why aren’t you? *LOL) and you come to this blog every week to read my blog posts, then I’m sure you were surprised when I didn’t post on Monday.

That’s because I mentioned in the February issue of my newsletter last week that I’m making a change on my blog. I’ve been working 7 days a week until 2:00am every morning on “A Vampire’s Kiss.” It’s coming along beautifully. But after keeping this schedule for 2 months I’m having a hard time knowing what day it is. They’re all the same now and kinda blending together. So I made a decision last week. I’m deep in the novel at this point, which means my brain cells are not always happy about switching gears. I’ve decided instead of posting on my blog every Monday/Wednesday/Friday, I’m just going to post on Tuesday and Thursday of each week. That will give me an extra day to work on the novel and should help me finish it on time. But don’t worry. The people on my email list will still get email notifications from me on Tuesday and Thursday when the blog posts go up. There will just be two every week now instead of three.

Okay, back to the subject of this blog post. I was talking to my agent last week, and I mentioned Wes had been complaining about how expensive it is to have good sex after 50.

Thursday night Wes and I went out to dinner. First, let me say Wes is one of those Uber-Alpha perfectionists who always sees the glass half empty. Really. It’s NEVER half full for the man. And since the economy has been crazy for the last two years he’s been more negative than ever. Ugh! Thus, all the meltdowns I’ve had over our marriage the last two years.

Thursday night was one of those times. After Wes had cranked about everything he could think of, he started complaining about getting me a gift for Valentine’s Day.

Finally, after three looooooong weeks, Wes was recovered enough for us to set a sex date for Sunday afternoon.

Yessssssss….! Okay, I was really excited. *horny grin*

Plus, Wes had been to his doc to learn the results of his latest tests. What can I say? The man is totally into running tests on Wes and does so every few months. Anyway, it turns out Wes’s testosterone levels are still way low. So his doc told him I needed to shoot Wes up with 2 mls of testosterone every three weeks now instead of once a month. Hey, works for me! *sex-obsessed grin*