Fooling Around In Other Blogs

Check us out at The Blog Entourage, where a passage from Same Time Tomorrow is posted. Now if you'll excuse us, Scarlett and I were busy doing some, how do I put this? Research.

Between the bed sheets.

Heated Passion At The Gateway Arch

James and I have been researching scenes for Same Time, Tomorrow seat at the Gateway Arch in St. Louis--so of course, we had to visit the nation's tallest monument ourselves. We pride ourselves on thoroughly researching everything.

Especially the sex scenes. 

Oh, yes. Those require...extensive blocking out on our part. Let's just say we get into character.

The Arch is lovely, like a gigantic sculpture. One of these days, we're going to have to make love on one of those huge windows on the observation platform at the top, darling.

With a whole crowd of people watching us, of course. Can you blame us for being exhibitionists?

So we went out to the monument, got ourselves inside and up to the top. It was getting towards the end of the day too, so it wasn't all that busy. It's a shame, because we could have taken the opportunity to get carried away with our lust if we'd had a bigger audience....

Not that we don't enjoy it when it's just the two of us, mind you--but if we're going to do it in a public place, we want a sell-out crowd, so to speak.

People can learn from watching. At least they can loosen up a little.

Besides, that Park Service deputy kept watching us. Do you think our reputation has preceded us to the Gateway to the West, love?    

After what we did in the Statue of Liberty last month, that's safe to assume, my mistress.

 I heard this was called the Flyover. Surely we've done the Mile-High thing over St. Louis at least once....

More then once. That's why Delta won't let us fly on their airlines anymore. I swear, you have sex in the cockpit just once, and they never let you hear the end of it. I understand the FAA kept the recordings.

I'll bet they listened to the contents of that "black box" more than once!

Elevators, the Arch

Anyway.... what were we talking about? Oh, yes, the Arch. Well, it turns out we had the elevator car all to ourselves on the way down. Only thing is... just after it started down, the elevator stopped.

I heard it was some kind of power outage--and not the first time it's happened! So there we were, halfway down the Arch's south leg--oh, that does sound sexy, doesn't it? Stroking the leg, running against the leg, riding the leg....mmmmmm....

Darling, you've got me distracted with the thoughts of your lucious, lucious legs.... Not to mention your hands stroking my legs.

Oh, yes!!

Oh, where was I?

In the middle of seducing me.

I rather like that idea. I know you do....

*Scarlett runs hand up James' thigh*

Now I remember. We were stuck there, just the two of us, in that little space-age-looking tram car with no windows, and it was getting soooooo hot. After a while, we just had to take our clothes off. And you were so sweet to take ice from your water bottle and rub it all over me...all over me....

What a lovely way to make use of ice, too. They did tell us over the intercom that it would take an hour to fix the problem, so really, what better way to make good use of that time? You know, just remembering holding melting ice between your breasts, and licking that water... of course, you like my tongue all over you....

Oh, everywhere! You have the most talented tongue... yes, that's it, right there, just like you did last night....

You know, goddess, if we keep this up, they'll never hear how our misadventure ended. Tell you what... for the moment, let's just let our fingers do the walking, so to speak... keep ourselves on a low burn. Besides, my fingers would like to spend some time exploring every exquisite bit of you.

And so there we were, just the two of us, fondling, groping, stroking, kissing, licking... oh, my, is it getting really hot in here?

We got a little carried away. We like doing that. Can you blame us? She straddled me, and we were having ourselves a fine time reaching our...happy spot... that we didn't notice the elevator start up again.

Yes-- there we were, just reaching orgasm, when the doors opened and we had the audience we wanted: park service employees, police, firemen, TV crews-- with cameras running-- newspaper photographers. Everyone was there, or so it seemed.

I think they could already hear what we were up to before the doors were opened. Both of us tend to be pretty loud when we get close to climaxing, after all. It might have just been the lighting, but I could swear some of those folks were blushing when we came out of the elevator.

Goddess, I think we ought to try it again sometime.

I still want to do it on the observation deck. Maybe this weekend?

Consider it a date. We will have to sneak past security. They got a real eyeful of us, after all.

Until then, let's spend some time in... dress rehearsal. We're already undressed, after all. And if all of you want to watch us, feel free. We love showing off.

The International Get Naked With Someone You Find Irresistable Day

Recently one of our cohorts, Karla, wrote a blog entitled There's A Day For That. It played around with the various days of observances that are often dreamt of by a bureaucrat with too much time on their hands, a well meaning social association, or a wingnut with a loose grip on sanity.
Scarlett and I were thinking of other days of observance, the sort of thing we would designate. That is, when we weren't spending our time in carnal abandon, rolling around naked on the floor and....

Is it getting hot in here?

Anyway, here are some of our ideas.

Oral Sex Day, Tantric Sex Day...

Handcuffs Sex Day, Naked Twister Day, Safeword Day, Sauna Sex Day....


There's also Sex In The Opera Box Day. Sex In The Back Of A Limo Appreciation Day.


And let's not forget Sex At The Zoo Day. Let's have the animals being the ones watching for a change.

While we're at it, National Sixty-Nine Day, Doggy-style Day, Love A Dildo Day....


Scarlett! How naughty! And how sexy that is....


There's also International Deep Body Massage Day, and Vibrator Appreciation Day.


 Let me think about this for a moment. How about National Orgy day?


 Yes, we must have that put into official decree. I do like our concept of Voyeurism and Exhibitionism Day.

But then I love it when we show off...

Of course you do, darling. You are magnificent naked. Why would you not want to show off?

And you're a goddess in the buff.

Thank you, my love! I always like to hear I'm pleasing you.

How about Cybersex Day? Phone Sex Day? 

Very fun, very fun indeed. Aside from that time Sister Mary Katherine picked up the extension at that bed and breakfast you were staying at. I think it's the last time either of us can stay at a country inn run by nuns.


Of course, you know there's always Sex In The Snow Day.

And Sex on the Beach Day. Role-playing Sex Day.

Sex At A Picnic Day.

And, in Karla's honor, Make It With A Muppet Day.

Six Sentence Sunday

Once again, we're doing a Six Sentence Sunday blog, six sentences taken from our work in progress, Same Time Tomorrow, that caught our eyes....

"So how was your day, Pussy?"

You'd think he would have gladly accepted my offer to give him an impromptu vasectomy, but he took one look at my epee and promptly vomited.

"The Hey Yous are rednecks, anyway, and they always marry their cousins."

"On your best day, and my worst day, you don't stand a bloody chance."

She had finally untied him, had let him get carried away with his hands, had been tender with him...

"At the very least, you know... you need to get naked every once in awhile with someone you love."

Massages: Hands On And All Over

A pair of passages from our work in progress....

They returned to her place in the mid-afternoon, the apartment quiet, and she turned to him, her smile light and playful. Gabriel couldn’t help but smile back. “You know, we’ve got some time on our hands,” he remarked as they settled in.

“What did you have in mind?” Chloe asked.

“In the bedroom,” he suggested, nodding.

“You like to get right to it,” she exclaimed.

“Not quite yet,” he said with a laugh, taking her by the hand. They walked into the bedroom, and his eyes fell on the bed, his thoughts turning to what they’d been up to last night and this morning. Could I ever get enough of her? He shook his head. No, I can’t. Gabriel smiled to himself. Patience, lad, patience, he told himself, and stepped behind her, reaching up to her hair, undoing the braid, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders.

Chloe was silent, and he reached his hands around her, carefully undoing the buttons on her blouse. He gently slid it away from her shoulders, setting it aside on a nearby chair. Gabriel pulled off his shirt, and then drew Chloe close, one hand undoing the strap of her bra, the other coming around her, pulling the bra away. His fingers moved over her bare breasts, his hands stroking, cupping them. She groaned in pleasure, her back against him.

Gabriel let his hands slide down her bare stomach, settling at her waist. One hand unbuckled her belt, the other undid her pants. He slid them down, over her hips, letting them drop to the floor, and her panties went next. Just being in such close proximity with her body was more than enough to drive him crazy, and he let his fingers briefly make contact with the soft curls around her pussy, hearing her sigh in response. Patience, he told himself. He withdrew his hands, and softly said, “I’d like you on the bed.” Well, that’s the understatement of the year, he thought with a smirk. I’d also like you in the kitchen, the living room, the bathtub, out on the balcony...

She settled on the bed, and he gazed at her, craved every bit of her. He unbuckled his jeans, sliding them off, followed by his underwear and socks. He was as hard as he could be, turned on, and yet he would take his time, enjoy every moment of this... It’ll just take a hell of a lot of discipline. She smiled, her eyes inviting, and asked, “Enjoying the view, Gabriel?”

“Very much,” he replied. “Turn over, Chloe.”

She turned, lying on her stomach. “Like so?”

“Yes.” He sat beside her, his eyes wandering over her bare body. More than a hell of a lot of discipline, he decided. “I think you need a massage,” he told her, his hands settling onto the back of her upper thighs, starting to caress, ever gentle. Chloe groaned softly at his touch, clearly enjoying what he was doing.

“Just as long as I can return the favour,” she said with a contented sigh.

                                                ***

It didn't matter what he was doing. Just his touch was enough for Chloe. It was enough to send her to the brink of ecstasy. His hands on her naked flesh made her go crazy in lust. His gaze was enough to bring her to orgasm. Can't tell him that, she thought as he continued to caress her--and to her his touch felt more like sensual caressing than a massage. Don't want him to stop.

"You're incredible," he told her.

"Funny--I was about to say the same thing to you," she said.

"Turn over," he said. She rolled over onto her back again, her legs parted. Gabriel smiled. "Is that an invitation?" he asked as he gently massaged her fingers, hands and wrists.

She regarded him with a seductive smile. "For you, always." He bent down to kiss her as he started massaging her arms and shoulders. He moved lower, caressing her breasts. Her nipples were hard. "Any chance you might give them a massage?" she asked.

He smiled. "An excellent chance."

"Good. They're really tense, as you can see."

"Indeed I can." His fingers worked each one, driving her wild with desire. Her legs opened wider, an invitation turning to a plea for quick release.

"Now, Gabriel...please," she begged.

"Not yet," he said firmly. He moved away from her breasts and moved downward, over her belly, down her legs, deliberately avoiding her pussy. She moaned, wanting his hands there, needing them there... but he refused to give her that release until he'd massaged every other part of her. "Patience," he whispered. Finally, his hands made their way back up her legs, his fingers caressing the insides of her thighs, touching her there....

Her orgasm came almost immediately, leaving her trembling but satisfied. When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse. "On your stomach, lover. It's your turn."

Six Sentence Sunday

Another selection of sentences from our work in progress; the first three are from Scarlett, the latter three are from James.....


Before he could finish, Gabriel's fist connected with his jaw, sending him crashing into a nearby table.

"When I met you, I was still looking for my knight, my prince--and I'd kissed a lot of frogs."

"If I've learned anything from what Mom's going through, it's that life is far too short."

She's seen her way through losing a daughter.

Olivia smiled in a wicked way. "You know, Gabriel, you're not at all my type, of course, but I'm going to have a difficult time picturing you not naked."

"I think you need a massage," he told her, his hands settling onto the back of her upper thighs, starting to caress.

Anatomy Of A Drunken Prat

Among other things we've been writing in the book lately (when we haven't been distracted to no end by each other) have been some rather unusual moments. From the wrong people getting an eyeful of some rather... personal photographs and a near drowning in a bathtub, to what we're in the middle of right now (two words: mutual massages), it's been an eye opening experience.

In the middle of all that, however, we wrote a passage that wasn't so pleasant. A character turned up in our narrative, a rather nasty piece of work. We've written him before, and it was time to bring him back.

Jeremy is, among other things, a full blown alcoholic. In his recent appearance, he's already drunk well before noon. He's also a womanizing letch, a boor, a jerk, and a creep. In other words, a real prize.

Without going into too much detail about his connections to our characters, we wrote him very much as a vicious, cruel, and even sadistic man. While it might be possible with characters who are jerks to be redeemed, we agree that's not going to happen with this guy. While we have ideas for future books, the Redemption of Jeremy Hayward is not one of them. This is a man very much set in his ways, a complete bastard.

Our character's responses to him were very much true to who they are. And Jeremy's personality is very true to who he is. This is the sort of person we've all known at one time or another. The drunken in-law. The obnoxious former friend who's gone downhill. The boozing, angry neighbor who's one drink away from driving drunk and killing an entire family.

Writing the relationship between our lead characters, and the other characters in their lives, has been a blessing. They're people we've gotten to know and like. Yet there's also a need as writers to create characters we don't like. Jeremy's certainly one such example. At least he's a fictional creation.

Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got some massages to get to. Oh, and write.