Set in Pompeii during the years leading up to the eruption of Vesuvius, this full length novel follows the lives of prostitutes and politicians, gladiators and slaves, the elite an the nouveau riche. Their lives intertwine and the choices they make lead to the destruction of Pompeii.
Coming soon to Nook and Kindle.
Looking through Reddits Dirtypenpals subreddit, I'm continually surprised by the number of people interested in roleplaying incest.
I took a Vampire Fiction class at UCLA as an undergrad. My professor said that nothing loses the public interest like vampires. I disagree. Nothing loses the public interest like incest.
People just don't want to admit it.
The intense taboo of incest (sometimes I think it's the strongest) makes breaking it much more exciting. But I think it's more than that. It's about the forbidden, but it's also about generating sexual pleasure from those people in your life that know you better than anyone. Family ties are among the strongest bonds we will ever experience. Even if the experiences are negative, some bonds will remain in spite of our efforts to break them.
It's a tantalizing thought: those people who know you emotionally, who have watched you grow up might also be able to sexually satisfy you better than anyone else. Perhaps the familial connection would also create the most lasting, loving romantic relationship of your life.
And I still make the same mistakes. Not in such cataclysmic degrees as when I was younger, but I still find myself drawn to the same flavors of mistakes.
Particularly, men with emotional issues: alcoholics are a favorite, bipolars, the depressed, and the egomanical. All of these types are extraordinarily interesting and absorbing. They have great passion---not that the emotionally healthy don't, but those with issues let their passion erupt from them like shooting steam. They burn but the pain is exquisite and memorable, and the memories are intoxicating.
And the sex, of course, is spectacular, even when it's bad. But the sex is more than the physical act; it is a vibrant state of mind that is wonderful and painful. For some of my former mistakes, I can still hear my past moaning.
I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
All of the pics in my blog are stolen/borrowed from other websites. I consider myself not really a thief, but a pirate. Arrrrrrr!!!
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