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Monday, February 9, 2015

Mixing and Matching Music

If any of you have ever been over to Alison Tyler's blog - you know she's all about da bass.

Ok, maybe not. But she is all about all things music. She's constantly quoting songs, revealing what she's listening to, recommending artists and sharing memories and stories behind some of her favourite tunes.

She also is a HUGE fan of mixed tapes. As am I.



Currently I have 8,352 songs on my iPod. And am adding more daily. All kinds of songs - Broadway tunes, movie soundtracks, country, rock, metal, jazz - even comedy.

Back on January 19, Alison posted an entry called Make Your Mixed Tape. And it got me thinking.

There are at least a dozen variations on the mixed tape.

 - I want you but I shouldn't want you
 - You're mine and I'm so happy about that
 - I love you but I shouldn't love you
 - You love me but I don't love you and this is to let you know that we're just friends
 - I used to love you but I let you go and now I hate myself
 - You're my best friend

Etc, etc.

You get what I mean.

So I started thinking. What songs would I want someone to put on a mixed tape for ME, if I had my choice? What songs in my library would curl my toes in a good way?

It's been forever since someone made me a mixed tape. And these days, well, you can make a mixed "tape" out of anything. You can email a file, you can put it on a memory stick, you can put together a litany of youtube videos and send the link. Or, you could go old school. But what would they play it on?

I figured I'd do a few of these lists as I love to mix and match.

So the first list.

I LOVE YOU BUT I SHOULDN'T (From him to her)

Out of the over 8,000 songs on my iPod, these are twenty-five of the dozens that fit this category. Some you'll know, some you won't. So I've managed to link them all to youtube.

WARNING: they're all kind of schmaltzy, but hey, I like schmaltz. Also, there is a history behind some of these songs, and others have been - and will be - used as inspiration for future writings. But that's good right? Inspiration abounds....


Time by Mikky Ekko
Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
Make You Feel My Love by Adele
Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner
Try by Blue Rodeo
Shameless by Garth Brooks
Making Memories of Us by Keith Urban
Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson
One More Night by Phil Collins
Never Tear Us Apart by INXS
The Other Man by Sloan
The Love I Meant to Say by Jeremy Jordan
Something by Jim Sturgess
Lips of An Angel by Hinder
I Should Go by Levi Kreis
Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
Fool For You by Colin James
In Too Deep by Phil Collins
More than Words by Extreme
Far Away by Nickleback (**will probably get hell for this one but I don't care - I LOVE this song**)
Come What May by Ewan Macgregor and Nicole Kidman
Just Remember by Chad LaMarsh
We've Got Tonight by Lea Michele and Cory Monteith (I KNOW I KNOW Bob Seger is the original singer of this but I DO love this version)


So what would YOUR suggestions be for this list? Any bone melters that you wish someone would dedicate to you?


PSST - image found at fineartamerica.com

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Calling all UK Smutters! Smutluton 2015 is approaching

Posting for my friend Victoria Blisse and the lovely people who are planning this incredible event in Bedforshire (lol - it even has BED in it). Hopefully y'all can check it out - and send me a postcard. ;)

Smut Luton 7th March 2015



The Hat factory, Luton will host the first smut event of 2015 sponsored by House of Erotica. Smut Events are fun, safe, inclusive days out when erotica and erotic romance readers and writers get together to socialize, exchange ideas and inspire one another.

The theme for Luton is Kinkification. We’ll be adding a little kink to your life with some great workshops, demonstrations and performances. Not to mention the book stall where you can pick up some sexy reading material and the erotic raffle where you’ll be able to win prizes from Bondara.co.uk , Segzi.co.uk and a special something from Smut UK.

Charlie J Forrest will be showing off some rope tricks and answering your questions on getting your lover all tied up, Zak Jane Keir will be talking about taking your hobbies and giving them a naughty spin for your erotic writing and sexy play and Victoria Blisse will be exploring all the senses and how they can heighten your sexual arousal on the page and in the bedroom.

We’ve got readings from Lucy Felthouse, Jennifer Denys, Charlotte Howard, Bella Settara, Charlie J Forrest, Meg Philip, Anna Sky, Cara Sutra and Victoria Blisse that are sure to tempt and tease.

Pick up your tickets at Smutluton.co.uk and join the facebook event to keep up with all the event news.





Monday, January 5, 2015

WELCOME TO A NEW ...something anyway.



Ok, so it IS 2015. And it IS the time of year where we all say that we're going to be good to ourselves - it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new LIIIIIFFFEEE...

*sheepish grin* Sorry for the shattered windows.

Anyway, you get what I mean. Everyone's resolutions usually involve eating healthier (check), working out more (check), getting more done as far as work goes (check), etc. etc. etc.

Every year, for the last twenty, I've been setting (and failing at) the same damn goals: lose weight, be healthier, have more fun, save more money.

RIIIIGHT.

This year, I didn't make those resolutions. This year, I made one resolution: to do one thing per day, better than the day before, that will bring me closer to my goals. Whether it's eating a healthier meal than I did the day before, or doing one more load of laundry that wouldn't have gotten done, or writing that next chapter. Just one small thing to make my life better, and as a result, the lives better of those around me. Because a better life for me, means a happier me, which means happier people around me. And I'm not going to beat myself up if I fail at it one day.

Make sense? I hope so.

Baby steps, as one of my besties is fond of reminding me.

So, for you, my friends and readers, I wish you successful baby steps. And let's make 2015 the year we knock that shit out of the park.

X's and O's to my hotties and heaux.


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Smut Marathon Final!

Well, it looks like we have a three way tie for first in the 2014 Smut Marathon, as decided by our lovely hostess Alison!



I'm proud to say that I've participated in every Smut Marathon, but this is the first time I've finished first. Of course, I probably wouldn't have, not in the brilliant company I'm in this time. But to know that I made it this far, I can't help but thank you all who came through and voted for me.

As always, it's been a blast participating. I always run into old friends, and make some new ones. And I get pushed to produce. That's the good old kick in the pants some of us need.


To my fellow finalists Oleander Plume and Marie Rebelle, I say - You go Glen Coco!! :P (I've always wanted to put that up)



For the final round, we were instructed to pen a story inspired by a fantastic photo by the wonderful Riendo. Max was 1500 words. Let me tell you, it was a challenge. But I'm proud of this piece. And I hope you enjoy.






Welcome to the Wild West 

Sara lay on her balcony, basking in the glow of her first LA sunset.  

Day one in La-La Land, and she was exhausted. Since her plane landed at LAX that morning, she’d been going non-stop. Between dropping her luggage at the new apartment, then grabbing a cab to the Studio on Riverside, taking care of contract signing, out for lunch with her new boss, and a brief tour around the office, she finally made it into her new place and, taking a beer out of her new fridge, collapsed on her new corner balcony.  

New. It was all so new.  

She took another haul off the bottle. For a girl from Schenectady, New York, this was a dream. One she never wanted to wake from. 

She had a hell of a view from where she sat. The closest building was three blocks away, and that meant no nosy neighbours if she decided to walk around naked. Which, while she wasn't in the habit of doing it often, she might just do now that she was here, in her new life. 

Traffic buzzed on the street ten stories below, almost lulling her to sleep. Her jet lag wasn’t that significant, LA only being three hours behind New York, but she hadn’t slept well in the week leading up to the big move.  

Too much to do. Too much excitement. Too much...everything. 

Now, with the warm breeze caressing her face, she told herself she’d close her eyes, but only for a minute… 

Firm, soft lips were pressed to hers. A tongue coaxed her lips open, and she sighed in surrender. Tongues brushed in silent passion, and Sara could feel her thighs moisten beneath her sundressShe opened her eyes, to see the ocean blue gazing back at her. “Boy this dream just keeps getting better and better.” She mumbled to herself. The chuckle from beside her sounded too real, and she bolted upright. 

“Who the fuck…?” Sara began, grasping the neck of the beer bottle like a club. The laughter continued. 

“Easy Sleeping Beauty.” The owner of the ocean blue eyes dropped into the chair next to her. “I’m Zack. And you must be my new neighbor.” 

Zack. Sara almost scoffed. Could there be any other typical California name? The blue eyes were surrounded by lightly tanned skin. His hair, while not typical Cali blond, was a gorgeous chestnut, with bangs that fell cheekily into his eyes. 

She shook her head. “Wait. How did you get…”  

He smirked. “You really should lock your door. I don’t know where you come from, but around here, an unlocked door is an open invitation.” 

Sara mentally retraced her steps and groaned. “Right. I was so focused on the beer.” She eyed him suspiciously. “Thank you, I guess. But what was with the kiss?” 

He moved to sit on the chaise with her. “Haven’t you ever just spotted a person and wonder what it would be like to kiss them? Besides, this is L.A. Land of living fairy tales. I couldn’t resist.” He leaned closer, reaching up to play with a lock of her hair. “So, what is your name, or should I just keep calling you Sleeping Beauty?” 

“Sara.” Her voice was more a whisper than she would have liked. She cleared her throat. “I’m, um, from New York.”  

He grinned. "Yeah, I got that from the accent." He stood. "Mind if I grab a beer?" She shook her head, still trying to wrap her thoughts around the gorgeous stranger in her apartment, and wondering why she didn't hit him with the bottle, scream her head off and run. 

As she watched him bend over to grab the beer from the bottom shelf, she grinned to herself. 'Oh yeah.' she thought as she checked out the way his board shorts stretched across his taut ass, 'That's why.' 

His eyes met hers as he took a long swallow and sat down again, so close she could see the condensation from the bottle as it trailed down his chin. She watched it travel down his neck, pooling in the dip of his collar bone, and she swallowed audibly. 

"Do I make you nervous Sara?" Zack grinned wickedly at her, taking both their bottles and putting them down on the ground. He leaned into her, his breath hot on her cheek.  Sara nodded slightly. "But not enough to kick me out." He whispered in her ear. "Right?" 

Without waiting for an answer, he kissed her again, hard and hot, so there was no mistaking his intentions. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. This time, fully awake, her tongue clashed with his.  

Her kiss was fierce, a combination of exhaustion and desire and excitement for all that lay ahead. He drew back, gasping a little. "Wow." He ran his hand through his hair. 

She lounged back, her hands behind her head, and smirked. "So, is it true? Do you wish we could all be California girls?" He laughed. 

"Right now, give me east coast over west any day." He held out his hands to her. "But why don't I show you what the West Coast has to offer?" 

Sara put her hands in his, the electricity between them practically lighting the shadows that had gathered as the sun glowed it's last rays above the ocean waves.  

Zack led her to the corner of the balcony, pressing her back against the glass. As he kissed her again, his hands wandered down her waist, and up her thighs, calloused hands scratching her smooth skin. He cupped her between her thighs, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit.  

Sara whimpered, her thighs spreading a little more. He dragged his fingers up her slit, his middle finger pressing between her lips, while his outer ones caused goose bumps on her bare flesh. 

Her hand reached down between them, easily finding his cock. She grasped him through his shorts, smiling at his gasp. Stroking him through the thin polyester, she could feel the throb and heat, and her pussy throbbed and drenched his hand in response.  

He stroked through the wetness, bringing his finger to her lips. Painting her with her juices, he leaned in to lick her lips. "Mmm. Sweet." He murmured.  

He got to his knees. "What do you say, New York? Can I have a real taste?" He looked up at her, his gaze challenging, as he drew her panties down. She nodded.  

Parting her lips, his breath cool on her clit, he started there. He took it in his mouth, giving her a long, hard suck. The tip of his tongue flicked up the length and circled around the hood. She trembled as he lapped at her, slowly inserting two fingers into her hole.  

Sara thrust forward, not wanting slow. "Fuck....damn it. Zack..." She couldn't even complete a sentence. His attentions had her out of breath and on the verge of coming faster than with any other guy she'd ever had.  

Normally that would be a bad thing but right now? All she wanted was to have that length of hot, hard, meaty flesh jammed into her cunt.  

"Not yet." His voice was muffled, the vibrations travelling through her core. Her knees threatened to give way and she gripped the railing for support. His tongue bathed her lips, slipping between them and replacing his fingers.  

"Just. A. Little. More." She gasped and cried, and within a heartbeat she was coming. He stood up, ripping into the condom from his wallet and sheathing himself before she was even done. She was still peaking as he turned her around and pushed her against the railing.  

His hand lifted her skirt, stroking her clit, and keeping her coming as he thrust into her from behind. She clenched around him as he slowly fucked her, his free hand reaching into her bra to play with her peaked left nipple. She moaned and thrust backwards.  

"Fuck me Zack. I won't break." 

Holding her tight, he slammed into her, a groan escaping him. "God Sara. You feel fucking fantastic. So tight, so wet...." He rocked forward, his cock head pressing against her in just the right place that made her scream. 

Sara felt like sobbing. He filled her to overflowing and yet her cunt expanded, making more room for him to plunge into her, pushing her to come harder, to come again and again, and she felt it dripping down her thighs, escaping when he'd pull out, only to be forced back. 

She came once more, her voice barely audible over the blood pounding in Zack's ears. He sucked in his breath, his relief hard and fast.  

And as they both caught their breath, they stood there, gazing into the night, the traffic still buzzing below. Sara smiled as Zack kissed the back of her neck.  

New coast. New job. New life. 

New Sara.  

"Welcome to the wild west, New York. We're glad you came." 


©Miz Angell 2014