Her Master's Gift by Dena Celeste - BDSM, F/M/F menage.

Forbidden Love featuring stories from Stormy Glenn, H.C. Brown, Aleksandr Voinov and Anna O'Neill

Talk about doing something crazy out of love... From the New York Post:

November 3, 2006 -- Call it meatballs alla marijuana.

An NYPD detective who tested positive for cannabis last year faced having his 22-year career go up in smoke - until his wife admitted she spiked his meatballs with marijuana in order to get him fired because she feared he'd die in the line of duty, sources said yesterday.

You can read the rest of the story, here. Full Story

So here's a question for you... What's the craziest , or most romantic , or most unusual thing  you've ever done for love? Share your stories with me, and I'll have a friend choose the best one. The winner will receive a free download of my latest book, Birthday Blessing.

Can't wait to hear your stories!  Please post them here, so others can read them, too!  Thanks.

Okay, I'm bored tonight, feeling uncreative, so I figured blogging might be a good way to get my creative juices flowing. Besides, this question should provide some interesting fodder for future novels.

So share, if you dare, you're secret kink. Sexually speaking, of course. Do sexy toes turn you on? Do you have a secret desire to be tied up and spanked? Daydream about having sex in public...or *watching* someone have sex in public? Then let's hear all the details!

To kick things off, I'll go first. Wouldn't be fair to expect honest answers and not be willing to put myself out there, too.

I have this thing about D/s...you know, domination and submission. It's the "mental" aspect--giving up control--that turns me on more than anything. The idea of being completely at someone else's mercy... But there's also the other "part" of that kind of relationship--being cherished and protected.

Now please, no offers, okay? That's not what this is all about. I'm seriously interested in learning what other, so-called "normal" men and women secretly desire, even if they never plan on acting on those desires.

Can't wait to see your answers!

Jill

Hear that sound? That's the sound of life, passing by. The sound of missed opportunities. The sound of procrastination taking its toll.

Of what do you dream? What goals have you left to accomplish? Are you where you want to be in life? What's stopping you?

Don't let other people and circumstances control you. Don't let *life* control you.

Follow your dreams. Never settle. And don't wait, because, in the words of one of my very favorite singer/songwriters..."One day you're here, and the next day you're gone."

With the new season of American Idol, I thought it might be neat to put this up here. It's from an old blog I used to use...and I think this post is from last season's tryouts? Anyway, enjoy! ~ Jill

My latest adventure started Sunday, around noon. My oldest daughter came over and said Memphis, TN had cancelled their American Idol auditions, and rescheduled for Greensboro, NC - which is about a 2 hour drive from here. My niece has always wanted to try out, so we decided - spur-of-the-moment-like - to take her to audition. First, we had to drive up there and get registered...made it back in town by 4. Two hours later, my daughter, my grandson, my niece and I turned around, drove back up, and got a hotel room.

The hotel - The Park Lane - was pretty crappy. LOL. For a high-rise, with a circular drive and a gated parking lot, the rooms left a whole lot to be desired. Especially at $70 a night. The first room we were given smelled of mildew, and the sheets felt damp. I called the front desk and asked if they'd had a recent flood. :-) Ended up getting a new room that smelled a little better, but still didn't meet my expectations, I'm afraid. Just "not that great", ya know? I've been in Holiday Inns that had nicer - cleaner - rooms. So if you're ever in Greensboro, stay away from The Park Lane.

We asked for a 4:45 wake-up call, because we had to be in line at the coliseum by 6. At 10 after 6, baby-in-stroller, we joined the other 5,000 plus people who showed up to try their luck with Paula, Randy and Simon. Except P, R and S weren't there. More on that in a minute...

First, let me tell you about the line. It was Huge. You would think The Stones were in town. Contestants lined up from the coliseum door, down to the end of the parking lot, and then back and forth - like the lines you see at Disney World. At least at Disney World, there's a ride waiting at the end of the line. Here, there's just more waiting...but at least you get to sit down while you wait. Well, some people did. I got to push -- or chase -- a baby round and round the circular lobby for 7 hours. :-)

The people - ranging in age from 16 to 28, which is the cut-off if you want to be an American Idol, were almost without exception well-behaved and friendly. And holy cow...the talent. Serious talent. Everywhere you looked - in every little alcove, on stairways, in the bathrooms - they practiced...singing their hearts out. As someone who admires and respects artistic talent in all its forms, I probably enjoyed this part of the experience the most. Of course, there were some strange creatures walking about - one tall man dressed in green...with matching hair...who yodeled. And another very sexy woman dressed like Rainbow Bright. More on them later, too.

But first, back to the absent Paula, Randy and Simon. What a lot of people don't know is that you have to get through an initial, 30-second audition before you get to the hotshots. :-) This audition is held in groups of 4, with each contestant given half a minute to sing their heart out. They had 13 "booths" set up on the coliseum floor, and they herded the contestants down in droves -- kind of like cattle going to slaughter. LOL. There were two "judges" - young adults, basically, wearing blue "American Idol" t-shirts - sitting at a table in each booth. These are the men and women who held the fate of hopeful contestants in their hands. And boy, were they tough...in a "this doesn't make a lot of sense" kind of way.

When daughter was taking her turn chasing the baby, I sat and watched those kids audition, and get cut, one after another after another. And I tried to figure out the method to their madness, but honestly, if they're using some kind of criteria, I don't know what it is. On the surface, the selection process seems completely subjective, but I suppose that's no surprise. They cut some I thought were terrific, and kept some I thought sucked...so maybe it is all just a matter of opinion.

My niece? She got cut, but I'm not incredibly surprised. She's sixteen, nervous as hell, and really...she didn't "want it" half as bad as most of those other kids...like the boy whose mother drove him all the way from California to try out (yeah, he made it).

The only thing about the experience that bothered me...the only thing that kind of turned me off to the whole process...had to do with the Jolly Green Yodeler and Rainbow Bright, and a few others like them. If you've watched American Idol, you know how they start their show each season, with clips of various contestants trying out? Well...J.G. and R.B. will appear on your television this January - ready to make idiots out of themselves in front of God and everybody. LOL. It's so obviously contrived - you just know they got through so Simon can say something ugly and cutting, and the contestants can have their 15 seconds of fame. It's kind of sad, and a little sordid. If you ask me, rather than taking people who can't sing - just because they dressed silly - they should maybe take on a few contestants who can "sort of" sing...give them a chance to show what they can do.

But heck...it's just show business, right? All part of it, I guess, and a lot of people (myself included), think those clips at the start of the season are the best part. :-)

All in all, an interesting adventure, but not one I'm anxious to repeat any time soon.

Let's talk about bad boys...

"Hi, my name is Jill, and I like bad boys."

A tough thing to confess, let me tell ya. I mean, who wants to admit they're attracted to guys who really aren't good potential relationship material? Guys who will, ultimately, break their hearts. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but when I decided to write on this topic, I figured I had to be honest. Besides, this might be good self-analysis. Not that I think it'll change anything.

Before we go any further, maybe I should describe my idea of the perfect (a misnomer?) bad boy.

First, he has that smile. You know the one...a little bit ornery, and a little boyish at the same time. The kind of smile that gets you right between the legs.

Second, he could charm the thong off your grandmother. He's the kind of guy who can walk into a 7-11 and have the fifty-five year old sourpuss behind the counter eating out of his hand before she knows what hit her.

Third, his whole demeanor screams "fuck me." Sorry to be so blunt, but it's true. He's a sensual, sexual being, and all it takes is just one look to know he was made for carnal pleasures. Whether dressed in jeans or a suit, the bad boy carries himself in such a way that immediately attracts the opposite sex.

Fourth, he goes through life either clueless or uncaring of the chaos he causes around him. Whether he's breaking up marriages or breaking women's hearts, he seems oblivious. For him, it's all about having fun. No promises, no commitments, no regrets. And if a woman gets angry with him for his cavalier behavior, the bad boy's surprise isn't feigned. After all, to quote an old cliche, he never promised you a rose garden.

All this sounds pretty scary, doesn't it? Sounds like any sane woman would run, fast and far, if she saw one of these guys heading her way, right? Wrong. I don't...and I'm in pretty good company. Think about all the famous bad boys - both real and ficticious - and the women who love(d) them...

Elvis Presley, James Dean, Sean Penn, Dennis Rodman, Rhett Butler,  Don Juan DeMarco, Marlon Brando...hell, even William Jefferson Clinton and J.F.K.

Heartbreakers, every one. So why do women love them? What draws us to them like moths to a flame? What do you "nice" guys think of this phenomenon? And you women who are able to resist their allure...how do you do it? Do you think it's possible to "reform" a bad boy, or do you think that by breaking him you would ruin his appeal?

Let's talk condoms...

As those of you who have read my profile know, I was married for 17 years. My husband passed away in June of 2005. So...I'm very new to the dating game, and boy...it's a lot different than I remember.

Now, I know ya'll practice safe sex, right? What I'm wondering is, does there a come a time when you decide a condom is no longer needed? Are there certain men/women you meet, and you think, "nah, I don't need a condom with this one"? 

Is there a certain style/brand you like best? Ribbed? Tickler?  

Assuming I ever have sex again, I figure these are issues I should have worked out in my head ahead of time.

While we're at it...does anyone have any good "dating advice" they'd like to share? Cuz I'll tell ya, I am sooo not used to playing "the game."