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The Holiday season is upon us once again, so I thought I’d touch upon the absurd by reposting my list of Dirty, Nasty, Filthy Named Cocktails. So for all of you trendsetters, here is a list of all those unbelievably named drinks you’ve been curious about and how to make them. 

Perfect for those of you who are throwing a party and want to serve drinks that are bound to start a conversation, or are in a festive but naughty mood or are just plain randy, this list is bound to spread cheer as well as your legs.    


Slippery Bald Beaver



1/2 oz butterscotch schnapps
1 oz Bailey’s® Irish cream
1/2 oz strawberry puree 

Pour ingredients into a stainless steel shaker over ice. Shake until ice cold. Pour into an ice-filled old-fashioned glass, and serve.


Definitely not the drink you order when you are out with the guys to watch the Fall Classic. Maybe, just maybe, it is acceptable to get a few shots of these if you run into a cougar, and you are looking for a sexually suggestive drink name that will simultaneously make a woman laugh, and alter the direction of your evening.


Bend Over Shirley


1 1/2 oz raspberry vodka
4 oz Sprite® soda

3/4 oz Rose’s® grenadine syrup

Fill a 12oz. glass with cubed ice. Add 1.5 oz. of Raspberry Vodka. Add Sprite, and top off with Grenadine. Garnish with two Maraschino Cherries.


Not the drink that you order at Grandma’s 80th Birthday. I don’t care if it is open bar at the fancy ballroom that your parents and aunts and uncles rented out for her, and even if there is no one in ear shot. You can’t let anyone in your family find out that you drink beverages named this way.


Butt Sex


2 oz strong black coffee
1 oz vodka
1 oz triple sec
1/3 oz lemon juice

Fill with whipped cream

Start with the coffee, preferably espresso. Add in the vodka, triple sec and lemon juice (lime juice can be used instead) and stir. Top with the whipped cream.


 Butt Sex. See Bend Over Shirley.  


Suck, Bang & Blow!   


1 oz Jacquin’s® orange flavored gin
1 oz Rumple Minze® peppermint liqueur
2 oz Goldschlager® cinnamon schnapps
1 oz Jagermeister® herbal liqueur
3 oz Jose Cuervo® Especial gold tequila
1 oz Hpnotiq® liqueur
1 oz Smirnoff® vodka
1 oz Absolut® Citron vodka
1 oz Aristocrat® triple sec
1 peeled, whole lime
5 oz strawberry daiquiri mix
2 cups cranberry juice
1 cup sugar

Add all ingredients to a blender with ice, and blend until smooth. Pour into a hurricane glass, and serve.

 As this name would indicate, this drink is a whole lot of fun. Just look at that ingredients list. This would probably be my last drink if I were on my way to rehab (literally drinking this while driving there), as well as If I were just about to be put down via lethal injection.




1 oz Absolut® vodka
1 splash DeKuyper® Sour Apple Pucker schnapps 

Almost-fill a shot glass with Absolut vodka. Top off with a splash of DeKuyper’s sour apple pucker, and serve. 


This is the kind of drink that you can joke with your friends in a innocent pre-party environment. You just don’t want to be caught yelling for ass at the bar later that night.


Sex on My Face


1/2 oz Yukon Jack® Canadian whisky
1/2 oz Malibu® coconut rum
1/2 oz Southern Comfort® peach liqueur
1/2 oz banana liqueur
1 splash cranberry juice
1 splash pineapple juice
1 splash orange juice
Mix in tall glass w/ice. 


This is a drink you may want to be caught yelling for at the bar, especially if the bartender is attractive, humorous and you actually have a chance with her. Most likely though, she’s just flirting with you to get better tips and you’ve just been put in her mental file bin labeled “creepy guy”.



The Blow Job


1/2 oz anisette
1/2 oz Irish cream 

Layer in a shot glass; Irish cream on top, and serve. 


Who doesn’t love blow jobs? As emmasculating as this drink sounds and looks when someone is taking one, you can’t deny that they are fun. Maybe it’s just fun to hear girls say “it”.


Screaming Orgasm 


1 oz vodka
1 1/2 oz Bailey’s® Irish cream
1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur

Pour first vodka, then Bailey’s, then Kahlua into a cocktail glass over crushed ice. Stir.

Caution: use only high quality vodka. Cheap vodka can cause the Bailey’s to curdle. Test your brand of vodka by mixing 1 Tsp each of vodka and Bailey’s first. 


If only mixing a drink would deliver an “O”, right guys? Well, either way… this is a tasty beverage. Reminds me of a White Russian, but with a better name.


The Leg Spreader


1 oz 1800® Tequila
1 oz vodka
1 oz gin
1 oz rum
Mix in glass and enjoy.


The Leg Spreader. Not just a cleaver name. Everyone knows what happens when Tequila is brought into the mix. You just gotta make sure you don’t drink too much or eat that gross worm the Mexicans put in there.


Slippery Nipple


1/2 oz Bailey’s® Irish cream
1/2 oz butterscotch schnapps
Serve as is.


The Slippery Nipple is a fun drink name to say, but once again you gotta be careful when you order this drink. I went to San Diego and had some Slippery Nipples with a couple of Asian girls last weekend. That is ok. If I were to go play some Golf with my friends from college, however, I’d probably stick to Light Beer. Maybe a Microbrew.


Blue Balls


1 oz raspberry vodka
1 oz coconut rum
1 oz Blue Curacao liqueur 

Pour one part of all three ingredients into a shaker, with ice. Mix well and serve as double shots.


I don’t know when I’d ever want blue balls. I think the only time you’d ever get one of these drinks is if your girlfriend comes back to the booth with shots for you and all of your friends, and she gets everyone else a kamikaze except for you. Instead she gets you a Blue Balls. It’s her clever way of telling you that she might be holding out on you later, if you don’t stop

making fun of her weird ass family. 


Afghani Whore 


4 oz rum
1 can root beer
4 oz vodka
Just pour to taste and enjoy.


Motherfucker Drinks

1. Adios Motherfucker
2. Adios Motherfucker #3
3. Blue MotherFucker
4. Blue MotherFucker #2
5. Cocky Carrot
6. Colorado Motherfucker
7. Colorado Motherfucker #2
8. Fucked Up Motherfucker
9. Happy Birthday Motherfucker
10. Mexican Motherfucker
11. Mongolian Motherfucker
12. Mongolian Motherfucker #2
13. Motherfucker
14. Motherfucker #2
15. Motherfucker Shot
16. New York Motherfucker #2
17. Purple Motherfucker
18. Purple Motherfucker #2
19. Purple Motherfucker #3

Motherfucker (Original)

Motherfucker, pardon the French, combines two extremely potent liquors, a brand of 160 proof rum and absinthe which is between 100 and 140 proof


1/2 oz absinthe herbal liqueur
1/2 oz Stroh® 80 rum


Pour the two ingredients together in a shot glass (approximately equal amounts, or whichever you would rather have most of). Turn a tall glass upside down, and place it over the shot glass. Have a straw at the ready. Lift the tall glass up slightly, and light the shot glass, before placing the glass back down again, making sure that as little of the fumes can escape as possible. Then inhale the fumes with your straw from the still upside down glass, finishing off by shooting the shot.

Cocky Motherfucker


1/2 oz Goldschlager® cinnamon schnapps
1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur

Blue Motherfucker

There’s a  Purple Motherfucker, Green Motherfucker and Yellow Motherfucker. Now a Blue Motherfucker has been spotted in Athens, Georgia and Orlando, Florida. Here’s how it goes.


3 oz Absolut® Citron vodka
3 oz Blue Curacao liqueur
3 oz sweet and sour mix

Adios Motherfucker


1/2 oz Smirnoff® vodka
1/2 oz rum
1/2 oz tequila
1/2 oz gin
1/2 oz Blue Curacao liqueur
2 oz sweet and sour mix
2 oz 7-Up® soda


Ménage a Trois 


1 part Rum, dark

1 part Triple Sec

1 part Cream

Mixing Instructions

Shake equal parts of all ingredients with ice; strain into a cocktail glass. 


Hand Job


1 oz Vodka

1 oz Tequila

1 oz Banana Liqueur

1 oz Irish Cream


A Piece of Ass  

1 shot amaretto almond liqueur
1 shot Southern Comfort® peach liqueur
fill with sweet and sour mix 

Pour liquors over ice in a glass. Fill with sour mix and serve.

There you have it. Now you are armed and ready to Party.

You know, I wonder. I don’t think I have enough nerve to ask a bartender to fix me an Cocky Motherfucker or a Piece of Ass.

What about you? (wink)



I write books for a living. Here’s my latest, a Political Satire titled, GIRL POWER – War on Women. Woman or Man, if you haven’t read it, you should.


Disgusted with politics and the sudden right wing war on women, a group of determined women take matters into their own hands and form a women’s political party. Initially laughed at by the established political parties, they soon change their tune when women and some men begin signing up in droves. GIRL POWER – War on Women is a tongue-in-cheek Political Chick-lit set in an Alternate Reality. It is a mainstream story, based loosely on the Republican ‘War on Women’ that would not appeal to Right of Center readers. 

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Today I’m going to blog about my sensational upcoming book, The Bastard Preacher. More accurately I’m going to write about what prompted me to write the book.

The Bastard Preacher and the scheduled sequel, The Ruthless Preacher is about a handsome, charismatic, but ruthless young man, named Jamie Lee Vincent. Jamie Lee attends a tent revival in his medium sized Texas Town and receives an epiphany. Unfortunately, his revelation, instead of being about God is about easy money and sex.

Before I start, let me say that my book is fiction. It is not based on any facts other than history has revealed certain famous television preachers to be less than they pretend to be. Or would it more correct to say they turn out to be more than they pretend to be. From Tony Alamo to Jimmy Swaggart, the list of disgraced preachers is long and disappointing. Some like Jimmy Bakker have even gone to jail. Others like Ted Haggard, are being kept under lock and key, while they undergo re-programming to remove homosexual tendencies. Is it any wonder why I am dubious about the sincerity of certain high profile television preachers and skeptical about televangelism in general?

Things I’ve Noticed

From luxurious lifestyles to self-promoting, I’ve noticed things about some television ministers through the years that turned me off about religion. Some so called men and women of God live so lavishly that Congress even initiated an investigation into the extravagant lifestyles of six Mega Church leaders in 2007. Whatever happened to the humble servant of God?

Family Values

Some of these high profile couples, who basically tell us how we should like our lives, can’t even keep their home life out of the papers. High profile religious couple Paula and Randy White of the Without Walls International Church, who were one of the above mentioned six, divorced a couple of years ago. And Prophetess Juanita Bynum declared herself the ‘face of domestic violence’ just before her high profile divorce from Pastor Thomas Weeks III.

God’s Love

Many of these purveyors of God’s love have trouble telling the difference between love and hate themselves. In my book, I used a quote from a famous television pastor as an epigraph at the beginning of each chapter. I will let some of these quotes make my point.

I believe that all of us are born heterosexual, physically created with a plumbing that’s heterosexual. Rev. Jerry Falwell

You say you’re supposed to be nice to the Episcopalians and the Presbyterians and the Methodists and this, that, and the other thing. Nonsense. I don’t have to be nice to the spirit of the Antichrist. Rev. Pat Robertson

AIDS is not just God’s punishment for homosexuals; it is God’s punishment for the society that tolerates homosexuals. Rev. Jerry Falwell

If I do not return to the pulpit this weekend, millions of people will go to hell.
Jimmy Swaggart

I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People for the American Way — all of them who have tried to secularize America — I point the finger in their face and say, ‘You helped this (911) happen. Rev. Jerry Falwell

We have imagined ourselves invulnerable and have been consumed by the pursuit of…health, wealth, material pleasures and sexuality… It [terrorism] is happening because God Almighty is lifting his protection from us. Rev. Pat Robertson

I know me, and those close to me know me. But sadly, the outside world thinks I’m some kind of a crook. Rev. Benny Hinn

Feminism encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians. Rev. Pat Robertson

If I have stepped on anyone’s toes, I apologize. My intent was to talk and write, not about religion itself, but those people of religion, who use it as a tool to obtain wealth and power. People who set themselves up as role models, as pillars of society and give us hypocrisy.

Whether you agree or disagree, I’d like to hear your thoughts. And now a few words about The Bastard Preacher and an excerpt. I think this book is like nothing you’ve ever read.

buy link, The Bastard Preacher


Some people do the right things but for the wrong reasons. The Bastard Preacher is such a person.

Smooth, handsome, and self serving, Jamie Lee Vincent decides there’s easy money in religion after attending a big tent revival in his home town of Tyler, Texas. Catching the interest of Reverend Sonny Riverton’s youngest daughter, the lovely and vivacious Missy, he charms his way into her bed and in short order the Riverton clan.

Utilizing his charm and natural-born talent for chicanery, Jamie Lee takes over the ministry, and when his popularity soars finds himself among the most revered of television preachers. However, the wealth, fame, sex and power he now enjoys isn’t enough-nothing is ever enough!


“Well, what’dya think?”

Jamie Lee came up behind her, put his free arm around her waist, and snuggled his head against her neck. “About what?” he whispered.

“Good golly, didn’t God give you eyes? Mmmm, you’re getting fresh, but it feels good.”

Jamie Lee looked around the corner. There sat a huge motor home, with Missy written on the side in large silver letters on a pink background. “Wow, that’s where you live?”

“Ah huh. But only when we tour.” She turned around and faced Jamie Lee. “Now, I can tell from the look in your eyes that you think you’re going to make love to me. I suppose a hunk like you is used to getting his way, but we need to get things straight between us and I don’t mean your penis. I can tell you are bad for me, but I can’t resist those sad brown eyes and that sideways smile. I still have a boyfriend, so we are not…I repeat, not going to make love. You got that straight?”

“I guess, but what are we going to do?”

“Well for starters I’m gonna save your ass and I’ll wager your tight little buns need a lot of saving. Am I right?”

Jamie Lee felt a flush of warmth course through him, but didn’t answer.

Missy unlocked the front door and stepped into the mammoth vehicle. Jamie Lee followed. “Wow! This is something else. What kind of motor home is it?”

“It’s called a Zephyr. Its forty feet long and costs more than the average house.”

“Man, this is luxurious. Do you drive it?”

“Heavens, no. Daddy has someone drive it for me.”

Missy took Jamie Lee’s hand again and dragged him to a built-in sofa. She sat down and pulled him down next to her. She tucked one leg under the other in such a way that she almost faced him.

He looked at her. “I’d like to be your driver.”

She twined her fingers on Jamie Lee’s shoulder. “Would you now?”

“You bet, and when I’m not driving I could help set up. Do you think your daddy would hire me?”

Missy leaned in closer. “He might, if I batted my lashes at him.” She closed her eyes, while moving her lips toward his. She sighed when their lips touched. She parted her lips slightly, inviting his tongue to join hers. He could feel her hands tensing on his shoulder when he slid his tongue through the small opening between her teeth and touched hers.

Slowly, she pulled away. “Mmm, that was nice. I’d better get you saved before you have another sin to excise. I have a feeling you’re a real bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jamie Lee laughed. “I never thought so. I just like to have fun and feel good.” He put his hand on her breast. “I’ll bet you could make me feel real good.”

She grabbed the offending hand and held it. “And I know you could make me feel good too, but alas, it’s not going to happen…tonight.”

Jamie Lee’s head tilted to the side and he looked at her expectantly. “Tomorrow?”

She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it. “As much as I’d like too, I’m afraid not.”

He frowned. “When?”

She sighed. “Hon, I want you too. Really I do. I can almost feel your hardness inside me, but first I need a commitment and then I have the boyfriend to dispose of. He’s not someone to take lightly.”

A pinch of anger assaulted him. “Who is he?”

“Sweetie, you don’t need to know that. Now, let’s get those clothes off so I can save you.”

Jamie Lee’s brows furrowed as he imparted a sideways gaze. “Take my clothes off? What’re you talking about?”

She giggled. “I’m going to wash away your sins in holy water. Just like a baptism. And I might add, I’m looking forward to it.”

“But all the others just stuck their hands in a pail of water.”

“That’s because we’re on the road. Back home in Dallas we would have immersed them all in water. Course, unlike you, they’d have the option of wearing a bathing suit.” She stood and with two hands pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get you started.” She led him to the good-sized bedroom in the back of the bus. “Take all your clothes off.” She opened the door to the bathroom. “Then get in that tub. I’m going to make arrangements for some holy water to be brought here.”

Standing legs apart, she bent her elbows and rested her fists akimbo on her hips. “Well.”

“Well, what?”

She hitched her pretty chin at him. “Get started, baby.”

After flashing what was supposed to be a look of disgust, a smile replaced it. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt. “Always figured I’d make a good stripper.”

Mmm. You would make a good stripper. “Love those ripples in your tummy.”

“You gonna stay for the whole show?”

“No, Babe.” She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see the whole show when I get back.”
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Okay, some of you may find this blog boring, however I find it infinitely interesting. Is their latent homosexuality in women? I don’t know. It looks like there might be as some experiments indicate and there seems to be a growing trend toward same sex coupling in over forty women.

Several months ago I wrote a blog on Bi-curiosity a phenomenon where straight women wonder what it would be like to make love with another woman. I contended at the time that the only difference between a bi-sexual woman and a bi-curious woman is that one acted, while the other didn’t. This led me to believe that if the circumstances were right, bi-curious women—and there are many of them—would enter into a same sex liaison.

Now we have limited data that may shed some light on the phenomenon and the trend of maturing women. The scientific data is from a report from the New York Times in January, . The trend was reported in the March issue of More magazine: .

For the sake of brevity, I will encapsulate what the article said. Psychology Professor Merideth Chivers conducted an experiment involving both straight and homosexual men and women. The conclusions expressed in the article were derived from the results of the experiment. Arousal detecting devices were attached to all participant’s genitals and they were also given a keypad so that they could rate how aroused they felt.

They were then shown a movie of some gorilla like subjects having sex. This was followed by clips of heterosexual sex, male and female homosexual sex, a man masturbating, a woman masturbating, a chiseled man walking naked on a beach and a well-toned woman doing calisthenics in the nude.

The men, generally, responded genitally “category specific” ways. Straight males swelled while gazing at heterosexual or lesbian sex and while watching the masturbating and exercising women. They were mostly unmoved when the screen displayed only men. Gay males were aroused in the opposite categorical pattern. Any expectation that the animal sex would speak to something primitive within the men seemed to be mistaken; neither straights nor gays were stirred by the bonobos—pygmy chimpanzees. And for the male participants, the subjective ratings on the keypad matched the readings of the plethysmograph. The men’s minds and genitals were in agreement.

Not so with the women. Self-proclaimed straight or gay, they showed, on the whole, strong and swift genital arousal when the screen offered men with men, women with women and women with men. Strangely, they responded much more to the exercising woman than to the strolling man, and their blood flow rose quickly — and markedly, though to a lesser degree than during all the human scenes, except the footage of the ambling, strapping man — as they watched the apes. In addition, with the women, especially the straight women, mind and genitals seemed did not correlate. The readings from the arousal measuring device and the keypad weren’t in much accord. During shots of lesbian coupling, heterosexual women reported less excitement than their vaginas indicated; watching gay men, they reported a great deal less; and viewing heterosexual intercourse, they reported much more. Among the lesbian volunteers, the two readings converged when women appeared on the screen. But when the films featured only men, the lesbians reported less engagement than the arousal measuring device recorded. Whether straight or gay, the women claimed almost no arousal whatsoever while staring at the bonobos.

This leads to the conclusion by researchers and me that many women are either confused about what arouses them or they are in denial, possible because of social conventions. Societal pressure aside, it seems indisputable that, unlike straight men, straight women on whole, harbor attraction for other women.

Isn’t this bi-curious? In another study across the country in Las Vegas, another sexologist performed a study where volunteers wore goggles that tracked eye movement of the subjects as they were shown pictures of heterosexual foreplay. The men stared far more at the females, their faces and bodies, than at the males. The women on the other hand, gazed equally at the two genders, their eyes drawn to the faces of the men and to the bodies of the women — to the facial expressions, perhaps, of men in states of wanting, and to the sexual allure embodied in the female figures.

Other studies were reported, citing almost the same results, so assuming there is some basis to women and same sex attraction let’s move on to the More magazine article.

It was entitled “Over 40 and Over Men and goes on to outline the evolving trend of late thirty something to early forty something women suddenly feeling a new or at least stronger attraction for other women. Many of these women were married in ostensibly happy marriages and with teens or grown up children. For some they had decided it was time to react to earlier repressed urges, but for most it was like a bolt out of the sky.

Melanie Shore, who was happily married for sixteen years and professed to have a great sex life, suddenly found herself attracted to her gay best friend. As the article said: It wasn’t just the deep conversations the two shared, although, for Shore, the emotional bond was becoming increasingly intense. It was also the way her friend moved and spoke, her hair, her skin, her eyes. Her friend was so beautiful—but she was also gay, which made Shore confront a possibility that shook her to the core: Could I be gay too? “It’s not like I knew and kept it inside for years,” says Shore, who chose to be identified by her maiden name in this story. Nor, she adds, was it just an impulse, “like, ‘I want a new car’ or ‘I want a new boyfriend.’ It’s ‘Holy shit, there’s a whole me I didn’t know about, and I can’t ignore it!'”

The More article contends that although no scientifically obtained statistics bear the articles suppositions out, anecdotal evidence does as hundreds if not thousands of middle aged women turn their whole life upside down to be with other women.

How about you? Do you admire other woman from afar? Are you curious to know what the intimate touch of a certain female friend or associate would be like? Are you Bi-curious? Could you become bi-sexual or even as most of these women have, become an avowed lesbian? I welcome anyone and all to weigh in on this.

I’d hoped to have a lesbian dominated, bi-sexual novella called The Photographer ready to promote in conjunction with my blog, but alas other commitments precluded its completion. I should have it out by March so here’s a short unedited excerpt from The Photographer.


Poor baby. He did seem to be dragging.

I glanced around. “I’ll tell you what. You go to the cafeteria and rest. I still want to visit the Nikon and the Hasselblad exhibits and after that we’ll leave.”

“Good deal, hurry up.” Then leaning over, he kissed me lightly on the lips. and walked away.

I smiled and headed back the way we’d come, past the Nikon and Hassleblad exhibits to the Britek lighting display.

She’s still there. Her, not easily forgotten, large, cornflower blue eyes gazed in my direction. When our eyes met she flashed a dazzling smile. She spoke to me, but background music from a song currently in vogue from Beyoncé drowned out her soft voice.

My eyes must have displayed confusion because, she edged closer. Drawing nearer, the heady blend of her fragrance surrounded and engulfed me. Her strong gardenia based perfume teased my mind as did her beauty. Intermingled with her subtle aroma and minty fresh breath, it reinforced the arresting effect she had on me. Suddenly, I wished, little Miss Perfect and I were in Hollywood, instead of Las Vegas, three hundred miles away.

She handed me a folded brochure. My stomach lurched when her long fingers brushed across mine. “I asked, if you have any questions about Britek lighting or the Chromakey screens?” Her voice now louder.

Lydia with a ‘Y’—that’s what her nametag read. What a perfect name for Miss Perfect. I was so wrapped up in Lydia, I hadn’t noticed they sold screens as well as lighting. “Good products, both of them. I use them in my studio.”

Was it my imagination or did her eyes widen at the mention of studio.

“Oh, so you have a studio. What’s your specialty?”

Lydia, a wisp of a girl, possessed a lean dancer’s body. With her long, wavy, blonde hair, she had an elegant but innocent look. Suddenly I realized her nearness made me nervous and my breathing became labored. My gaze drifted down to her feet and languidly worked its way up. Her shoes were bone-colored, Wal Mart or maybe Ross pumps. Her ankles and calves were beautifully sculpted. Her cerulean blue, cotton dress and cosmetic jewelry were also low budget. This stunning girl did not have the money to dress the way she should. I suddenly pictured how much fun it would be fixing this Barbie Doll like creature up. I purposely spoke softly as a new recording started. “Yes, I’m a fashion and art photographer. Here’s my card.”

She took my card and once again my reaction to her touch was extreme when her stiletto tipped fingers grazed mine. Lydia eased closer. “I didn’t catch all of what you said.”

I leaned to make sure she heard me. “I’m sorry. Is it possible we could go somewhere quieter and talk?”

Her large eyes sparkled. She looked undecided, but ran her tongue over her upper lip. Demurely her gaze lowered to her watch. “Oh, yes. I guess so. I was supposed to get a break fifteen minutes ago. Let me just tell the boss and then we can go to the cafeteria.”

For something that’s available right now, let me tell you about my short lesbian story, Tattoos.

Short Blurb

When Chelsea reveals what Mandy’s philandering boyfriend has been up to, Mandy’s reaction is predictable- -she’s crushed. However, her response is surprising, setting the stage for Chelsea to show Mandy the real depth of her friendship.

Adult Excerpt

“You’re so sexy, you make me…” Not completing my thought, I was amazed when Chelsea completed it for me

“Want to kiss you, feel you and make love to you.” Turning she brought her delightful breasts right up to my face, but I only blubbered my misfortune.

“Yes, but I’m stuck living with a two-timer I don’t love anymore.” Sobbing, I hugged Chelsea, and then buried my head in her breasts.

Holding me tight, Chelsea whispered. “Let it out, Mandy. It’s not that bad.”

Crying on her delicious tits, I instinctively took a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently on what she offered and feeling her stiffen as I calmed.

Running her fingers through my hair, she reassured me, “Now you’re getting it, sweetheart, things aren’t that bad, are they.” Tilting my head up, she let her lips find mine.

For the first time, my tongue danced with a woman’s. Lithe and quick, Chelsea’s tongue flirted with mine, a difference I found intriguing over the crushing, taking entrance of a man’s tongue. Like warm and supple wet satin, her tongue explored my mouth and licked at my lips.

Gently pulling away from her lips, I laved my cute bartender’s ear. Full and wet, my tongue penetrated the entrance to her ear canal until her lusty moans spilled over me. Fondling Chelsea’s breasts, my fingers swirled and squeezed her nipples like I wanted from her.

“Nothing to cry about, you can get what you need with or without a man.”

Squeezing my breasts through the red nightgown, Chelsea returned my affection, making me gasp out loud. Never touched there before by a girl, I felt the humidity level rise in my panties. Smoothly, like no boy ever had, Chelsea’s fingers slipped under the red nightgown and touched my nipple causing me to flinch as shock waves shot through my body. Working quickly and expertly, she had the nightgown off in seconds. Her tongue had again slipped past my lips and swept across my teeth, probing for access to my tongue. Unsure of myself, but not uncomfortable, I opened my mouth to receive Chelsea’s offering.

She interrupted our kiss. “Have you ever made love to a woman?” Her words seemed urgent, as if she needed to know.


I’ve been writing so much, I haven’t been holding my end of the blog up. Sorry I hope to do better. Since I haven’t written anything for so long, I decided to bring everyone up to speed. Today I’m going to talk about my Interracial series. Starting in March, was a book called Blind Date, I’ve written and published, four Interracial books, specifically bwwm. For those that don’t know that means black woman and white man. In the order that they’ve been released I will show the covers, and descriptions of all with buy links.

Blind Date
Women’s fashion entrepreneur, Keli Michaels’s mundane life is about turn topsy turvy. It all starts when her business partner and best friend, Tya, arranges a blind date with her cousin, but fails to tell Keli about it until two hours before their dinner reservations. Despite Keli’s well founded annoyance, Ty convinces her to at least go out with him.

But when he arrives, Keli discovers something else her duplicitous friend failed to tell her. She is shocked to find out Ty’s favorite cousin, Phillip (Trevor) Gordon, has long blond hair, beautiful baby blues and is cuter than hell.

Having never considered dating interracially, Keli, although apprehensive, reluctantly accompanies Ty’s handsome cousin, out on the town in a limo, and enjoys the most wonderful date of her life.

With the stars aligned, inevitably drawing this unlikely pair together, passion ignites and burns hot. But will it evolve into true love or simply burn itself out and fade away?
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French Kiss
An admissions department snafu at Manhattan’s prestigious Juilliard School for the Arts, pairs a lovely African American girl in the same dorm room with a blond blue eyed Frenchman. Maybe it’s karma, but sparks of frustration turn into the heat of attraction and within the week the pair becomes a couple. But cruel fate steps in at Christmas vacation, when, after a second snafu, the lovebirds are separated the by an ocean of despair, the Atlantic Ocean.
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Groovin’ ‘n Waikiki
After winning an all expenses paid Hawaiian vacation for two from a local radio station, Jessica and her younger sister, Gloria, head to Honolulu with high expectations. Jessie meets and hits it off with a man who happens to live in the LA area, where she’s from and is suddenly looking forward to returning to LA.

Gloria, a showroom dancer in Las Vegas hotel, also meets a man, Kino, a Hawaiian hunk, who is renowned for his lothario like exploits. Just when she’s resolved to sharing his company as a summer vacation romance only, she discovers they have something compelling in common.

Is there romance after vacation with this Hawaiian godlike incarnation?

Gloria doesn’t think so, but don’t count Kino out.
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Lila Patterson receives the shock of her life when, after being stood up for lunch by her husband, she returns home and finds her things being moved into a moving van.

Seeing her husband standing on the lawn directing the movers, she storms up to her husband, only to receive an even bigger shock and deep hurt when their lawyer, her long time friend from college, hands her a divorce petition.
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Coming December/January

Hollywood beauty shop owner Jamilla Turner meets and gets swept off her feet by Demi-god, Maximilian Randle III. After a whirlwind courtship and engagement, she finds herself married.
Four months later she finds out what a mess she’s in when she receives a phone call from Jeanette Randle. The other Mrs. Maximilian E. Randle III.

There you have it. Now you’re up to date on my bwwm series. Next I’ll tell you about some of my other new books, They are Menage a trois stories.


Whether your taste is Sweet Romance, Erotic Romance or just plain Erotic, there’s something here to please. Here are five very sexy, very naughty, hot new releases, April Showers, Angel Love, Last Thing I Do! , The Big Bamboo, Fortune Cookie Magic – One plus my brand new semi-sweet romance Sister Laurel & the Atheist. Check them out.

April Showers
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Young and beautiful Mrs. Helen Ryan is shopping for groceries, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. As college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working two weeks as high paid call girls. Her working name had been April Showers. Now, some unknown person is calling her April and Helen’s plush life will never be the same.

Angel Love
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Picking up where April Showers leaves off, Randy weaves his spell of dominance and protection over beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed Angel Love as he had over equally beautiful April. Reintroducing her to the alluring, exciting, glamorous life of a high priced call girl, she had all but given up, she is anxious to please Randy and herself. Therefore, she resumes the life she, April and two other friends left behind seven years earlier, when as college juniors, the four had spent a debauched two week spring vacation as in Las Vegas .

Last Thing I Do!

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Sally and her brother Hermie are strange people. Every weekend they venture forth from Piggott Arkansas to small towns in one of the three adjacent states. When they arrive, they rent a motel room from which they fan out to the local saloons. The purpose? So Sally a gorgeous blonde haired blue eyed Barbie Doll type can pick up men to fuck for money—and that ain’t the strange part.

The Big Bamboo, Separate Vacations Book1

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Have Boyd and Walter been searching for dears instead of deer on their so-called hunting expeditions. With visits to places like Las Vegas, running up huge bills for ‘special services’ while they were supposedly hunting and fishing, Robin and Carly sure think so. Divorce? Maybe, no Probably, but first Robin and Carly take a Caribbean hunting trip of their own.

Fortune Cookie Magic – Vignette One
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If you were told that eating a fortune cookie could bring you lust, sex, love, and the man of your dreams, would you go for it? Find out what four professional women decide in this hilarious erotic romance. (25% special for a short time)

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Sister Laurel & the Atheist
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Wildly attracted to each other, can a beautiful, shy sister and a devilishly handsome atheist fall in love and find happiness despite their differences?

It was love at first sight. That’s what the lovely, shy Sister in Waiting Laurel, and the devilishly, handsome Julian Peters both agree. But is their overpowering love and attraction enough to allow this unlikely couple to overcome the obvious societal obstacles plus the differences between their own core beliefs to make a life together?
Sister Laurel & the Atheist is a cute, humorous and oh, so, romantic story.

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Recently I wrote a book in which lap dances played a prominent part. Not just girl on guy lap dances but girl on girl lap dances. Yes, I said girl on girl and it’s not only girl on homosexual girl but often girl on heterosexual girl lap dances.

Writing the, for lack of better wording, lap dance sex scenes, I realized they can be very sexual. These girl on girl lap dances didn’t just pop into my head out of thin air. I researched the subject. The preponderance of the subject came from two sources, an article called The Science of Lap Dances and Ladies Sexing Ladies, the later being a very long and comprehensive study.

For those not familiar with lap dancing, let me explain. Like pole dancing and striping, many ladies have perfected lap dances to an art-form. While pole dancing is generally graceful and gymnastic and strip teases are sexy, lap dances are easily the most erotic—and lucrative. A lap dance scene in the movie Showgirl comes to mind for those who would like to view one, however my lap dances were much sexier, if I do say so.

The mechanics of lap dancing: A lap dance can be simple or complex, clothed or unclothed, touching or no touching, depending on the girl and the club. In a topless club, that is the way a girl is likely to perform and in an all-nude club…I’ll let you figure it out.

The ladies make a good portion of their money from lap dances, including tips, so most lap dances include touching—mostly one way, the girl touching the male or sometimes female customer.

Obviously the girls themselves need to be moderately attractive and have good bodies. Those that don’t meet this threshold filter out of the business often with a damaged ego.

That’s the background for all lap dances. Here’s what I learned about girl on girl lap dances. Reading between the lines it seems that around a third of the dancers are willing to perform a lap dance with another woman. Obviously, many women customers are lesbian, but more than you think are straight and a few are bi-sexual. Straight lady customers can come from all sources, girls partying, girls night out, a boyfriend urging her or just plain curiosity. I wrote a blog a while back about bi-curiosity called Are You Bi-Curious? and another about older women called Over Forty and Over Men. Either of those could fall in this group.

An interesting item I found about girl on girl lap dances is that some dancers will allow more touching and go further with a woman than a man. Part of that is club policy and some, I believe, is the dancers find women to be less threatening.

I could go on and on but that’s the main points. If you’d like to read more, link onto the articles I mentioned.

How, about you readers? Have any of you had a lap dance? I read a story once where every so often a woman would go to a strip club, get a lap dance from a sexy naked or almost naked lady and go home so turned on, she made love to her husband for hours. Does that sound possible? Given the opportunity would any of you have a lap dance? How about giving a lap dance? Have any of you given a lap dance in a club or to your significant other? Tell me what you think. I’d really like to know


Orgasm. I love that word. You should too. After all it feels fantastic. Doesn’t it? Unfortunately the feeling only lasts a ridiculously short time. There’s not a lot of data on this, but I’m guessing an orgasm lasts seven to fifteen seconds.

Seven to Fifteen seconds? All that work for seven to fifteen seconds of bliss. For the men it’s dressing up, ninety-seven dollars plus tip at a fancy restaurant, Sixty dollars plus tip at a cocktail lounge, not to mention the gas and flowers, all for say ten stinking seconds. Christ that’s about a seventy-two thousand dollars per hour. For ten seconds. Even Michael Jordan might have trouble matching that.

It’s not free for the women either. Beauty shop, manicure, pedicure, new dress? Sexy four inch heels? Sensuous lingerie to be removed at the propitious moment? You figure that one out girls. All for ten seconds. (assuming the lady doesn’t have multiple moments of ecstasy)

It’s a good thing it feels good getting to the orgasm, too or we might be extinct.

Anyway back to my word—Orgasm. I think it sounds sexy. How about you? It’s sexy, feels great and that’s why you have sex, right?

Maybe not. Some of you—women more than men—may have sex for other reasons and some not at all. While researching this article I came across some disturbing statistics.

For instance, 70% of women have never had an orgasm with a man. Hmmm. How can that be? Female partners? Vibrators? Fingers? Nothing at all? You tell me. On top of that 48% of women have faked an orgasm. In addition, 25% of men will get turned down by their own lovers over half the time. Their partners apparently think sex is a chore. Maybe, just maybe that’s why so many men stray. Women too, because it’s obvious there’s problems on both sides.

More facts

Average length of time it takes a woman to have an orgasm: 20 minutes. Average length of time it takes a man: 2-5 minutes.
Half of girls have had an orgasm by the time they’re 16 years old.
44% of men say their female partners always have orgasms when they have sex. 22% of women say they always have orgasms when they have sex.

About 1% of women are able to achieve orgasm solely through breast stimulation.
63% of college women say they’ve had multiple orgasms.

Anatomically, all women’s orgasms arc centered in the clitoris, whether they result from direct manual pressure applied to the clitoris, indirect pressure resulting from the thrusting of penis during intercourse.

Women are naturally multi-orgasmic and most women are capable, if she is immediately stimulated following orgasm, is likely to experience several orgasms in rapid succession.

Although women’s orgasms do not vary in kind, they vary in intensity. The most intense orgasms experienced by the research subjects were by masturbatory manual stimulation, followed in intensity by manual stimulation by the partner; the least intense orgasms wore experienced during intercourse. What? Blah!

Now, tell me ladies and gents (if there are any out there) Would you have sex more often if you could have longer orgasms? I know I would?” Tell me if you would, if you could experience longer orgasms what would be your ideal length? Thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes, five minutes? More? Get serious. You’d be catatonic after five minutes. I deciced two minutes would be ideal. That’s about ten times the length of the average Or-r-r-r-r-r-gasm, Wouldn’t that be a gas?

My latest erotic novelette, Consequences, Book One, April Showers is now available at Smashwords and 1 Romance.
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Young and beautiful Mrs. Helen Ryan is shopping for groceries, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. As college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working two weeks as high paid call girls. Her working name had been April Showers. Now, some unknown person is calling her April. Helen’s plush life is about to change, drastically.

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I posted this article on another blog last month and it was very popular so here it is again?

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The latest hot genre in erotic romance is Menage a Trois. It is so hot, one e publisher has even created an entire line of ménage books called Menage Amour and releases two to three new ebooks a week. This line now numbers in excess of a hundred books.

Last November I wrote a blog entitled ‘Menage. Is this your fantasy?’ that generated a lot of interest. This is sort of an update on that blog. At the time I’d written the blog I’d dabbled in what I call a man’s ménage—two women and a man. Now ten months later, I’ve penned several women’s ménages and have more in progress.

Here is a short sample ménage excerpt from my upcoming Playtime with Sera. Though it doesn’t show the steamy parts, you get the idea.

I knew before we did a thing that I would love it. I tried not to show how pleased I was when I took their hands and walked hand and hand with them into the bedroom. We sat on the edge of our California king, Marc on my left and Jack on my right.

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Starting with my blouse, Marc unbuttoned and took it off.

Next. Jack’s clever fingers unhooked my bra. “Here let me help you take this hot, cumbersome bra off.” Jack removed my bra and my breasts were bare. For a brief few seconds the air-conditioning hardened my nipples, before two warm mouths enveloped them and I melted. As I’d always suspected, lips on both nipples felt divine. Their sucking sent tickly currents of need racing through me, terminating in my core.

Marc’s hands pushed my lacy panties down to my knees. “Let’s get these panties off before they get all wet.” He dragged the panties down and over my sweat socks. He removed my socks and I was naked. A thrill ran through me as I realized. It’s going to happen. I’m going to have sex—with both of them!

Writing a woman’s ménage as a romance is a little bit of a challenge in that you don’t want the heroine to come off as a tramp. In the erotic stories, the woman can be normal, a slut or worse, but in the romances the woman should be as normal as possible.

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I’ll tell you a secret. Since I started writing women’s ménages I don’t think about the other kind much. It seems more natural for a woman to receive the affections of multiple partners then men, and of course women are better equipped. Also let’s not forget if a woman has an orgasm, she can keep going, while men are usually out of action for awhile. LOL.

So, why is this relatively new sub genre so popular? I believe women readers love to fantasize about having two or more lovers. They live vicariously through their daring heroines, enjoying all the fruits that could possibly be enjoyed by multiple coupling. Lips, tongues, hands fingers and let’s not forget cocks.

I think women also like the idea of throwing convention out the window. From chastity belts to burkas the little box of sexuality women have confined to has been the work of men. Now that sexual freedom is upon us, some women are testing the limits.

As for the women that experience a ménage, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an element of exhibitionist involved. You certainly wouldn’t invite two or more men in your bed and then turn the lights out.

I once talked with a woman who fantasized about being gang banged. I asked her how many and she didn’t know, just more then two. When I pressed it by asking ten, she thought and said, maybe.


How about you? How big is your kink—real and imaginary?

And what about woman’s ménages? Do you think they’re immoral or overdue. Do you dream of them? Would you invite multiple men into your bed?

And what about the books? Are you a fan of mfm romance novels? If so, do you think you could get tired of them? Will the demand for them continue to grow, go flat or dry up with time?

Think about it and comment if you like.

The Big Bamboo 2The Big Bamboo. Look for my hot new book from eXcessica, The Big Bamboo, on November 16th. I call it a smogasboard of sex. There’s something for everyone including my first woman’s menage. Sorry no bdsm, but believe it or not, an episode of vf. Other menage titles of mine include Getting Naked at the Hilton, By the Book and Bananaz.


RossI think I’ll write about the time I met Diana Ross. You know the lead singer of the Supremes and later solo, making dozens of record albums and some movies.

Let me start by saying that when I met Diana Ross around thirty years ago, she was a very sexy lady. Yes, I know she was skinny as a rail, but it was a very sexy rail.

Now, before I go any further, for those who don’t know, I’m a white heterosexual male and before I met Diana, I never gave much thought to her. Yes, I liked her music, some of which are classics and I thought she was attractive in a slinky sort or way, but until I met her, I had never thought of Diana Ross and sexy on the same page let alone the same sentence.

I met Diana one afternoon in Las Vegas in a home she was leasing, I happened to have built. It was a strange home, that I had been tasked with building to be a tour house the upcoming Home Builders Convention. The home was a Joint Venture between House Beautiful Magazine and the American Wood Council.

But enough about the house, this is about the siren Diana and me. She had called my office and requested the meeting. It seems she was considering buying the home and wanted to know if certain changes and additions were possible. Sounds innocent enough, doesn’t it?

When I arrived, she answered the door in a satin robe, sorry I forget the color. She was wearing her hair short then, but really it was always her intriguing face that brought out her sensuality. She suggested we go into the kitchen and I followed her. Now, admittedly, Diana is slender but her derriere is not. It showed loud and clear through the satin robe as she sauntered down the hall to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, we settled on opposite sides of the large center island, where she discussed and I wrote and sketched her thoughts about the possible renovation. We were finished in about ten minutes and after saying I would check on some things and get back with her, I thought she’d show me out. But she didn’t. Her intense gaze gave me the impression she was studying me. Was she sizing me up? Finally, she said, “I’ve been a poor host, would you like something to drink. Beer, wine, soda?”

I agreed to a beer. She pulled two cans of Miller Light out of the Sub Zero, walked over and handed one to me. She took a long swig out of hers, eyeing me as she did. But that wasn’t all. Out of the blue, she started talking about how she loved roling in the hay, having strenuous sex with a well built, well endowed men. She didn’t just say it once, but several times, rephrasing the same subject as she went.
Is she coming on to me? Nah, it couldn’t be. I wanted to jump out of my body and see what she was seeing. I knew I was fairly good looking, but I was neither well built nor well endowed. When I finished my beer and set the can down, she smiled seductively and threw both cans in the trash, then without asking retrieved two more beers. On her trip to the refrigerator the top of her robe had become rearranged and when she leaned forward I could see the protruding nipple of one of her breasts and she leaned forward a lot.

I’d like to say I was stiff as a board and hot to boot, but I was too nervous to act. I was a lamb to a lioness. For me to be able to perform, I have to be perfectly comfortable and many times with a new partner I am unsuccessful. If she wanted sex and I was reasonably sure she did, I was equally sure I would disappoint her and her probable disappointment backed me off.

When I didn’t respond in kind to her provocations, she cooled off. Soon we were back to a cordial business relationship. As she showed me to the door I said I would get back to her and she smiled and said, “Please do.”

That was the first and last time I saw the very sexy lady as I informed her the next day with a phone call the things she desired weren’t possible.

I think of that day from time to time. Is it a true story. Did I embellish it? I’m a writer, what do you think” Nevertheless I guarantee ninety percent is true.

I know it’ll never happen,but I’d just love to write Diana’s memoirs. Wouldn’t that be a kick.

Hmmm. That was fun. Maybe next time I’ll tell you about Cher
On the Heels of evil
Now, while I have your attention, I want to tell you about my newest book release. It’s not romance and it’s not erotic, but it is exciting. It’s a full length mainstream action/thriller called On the Heels of Evil by D.E. Daum and ladies, it has an alpha male and two alpha females you’ll just fall in love with. It’s available at Excessica, ARE and Amazon among others. Check it out, I think you’ll be pleased.

As an added incentive, if you order On the Heels form Excessica, I will send your choice of my other eXcessica titles, Bananaz, Tattoos or Forbidden Passion.

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Promiscuity in women

Is the age of promiscuity in women upon us? Articles I’ve read recently indicate a shift in women’s values may be taking place allowing for more freedom of choice regarding sex, even more than men, researchers say.
A December article in Mail On Line, based on a More magazine study, for instance, compare real life for women to the popular sexy show, Sex and the City.
“Being bold and brazen in the bedroom won Carrie Bradshaw and her friends a legion of female fans.
But viewers who think the ‘anything goes’ sexual antics in Sex And The City is fiction should perhaps think again.
Life, it would appear, is more than a match for art.
Young women are becoming more promiscuous, with more sexual partners than men, researchers have found.”
Life imitating art?: The sexual antics of Sex And The City aren’t fiction after all
The article goes on to describe some other surprising statistics:
· “By the age of 21 they have had sex with an average of nine lovers – two more than their male partner.”
· “A quarter have slept with more than ten partners in the five years since losing their virginity – compared with a fifth of young men.” “
· “Young women are also twice as likely to be unfaithful, with 50 per cent admitting they have cheated on a partner – half at least twice.”
· “Yet if their man was caught being unfaithful, 99 per cent of the 2,000 women surveyed said they would show him the door.”
Now that’s a double standard!
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Other interesting tidbits include:
· “The survey follows a U.S. study earlier this year that found teenage girls who watch a lot of TV shows with a high sexual content, such as Friends and Sex And The City, are twice as likely to become pregnant.”
· “And only 32 per cent believed love to be an important factor before having sex. Seven out of ten confessed to having had a one-night stand and a fifth had enjoyed more than five.”
· “Only 1 per cent said they would wait until marriage to have sex.”
· “One in four said they would marry for money whilst 39 per cent would sleep with their boss for a promotion. And 27 per cent would have an affair with a married man, while 14 per cent would sleep with their best friend’s partner.”
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The study, sponsored by More magazine, also found women crave more sex, but still believe men enjoy it more than they do.

Lisa Smosarski, editor of More, suggested that there will be no turning back for today’s sexually confident young women. ‘Our results show that after decades of lying back and thinking of England, today’s twenty-something women are taking control of their sex lives and getting what they want in bed. And why not?
‘Women today have increasingly busy and stressful lives juggling study, jobs, friends, family, career and their relationships,’ she said.
‘Sex is a great and free way to relax, unwind and have fun in today’s fairly stressful society.’
The study was carried out to launch More’s safe sex campaign, which started that week, back in December.

It found that almost a fifth of the young women surveyed had contracted a sexually transmitted disease while 21 per cent had been persuaded by a man not to use a condom when they wanted to.
Miss Smosarski went on to say: ‘Whilst women aren’t embarrassed to take the lead in the bedroom, it seems they’re not so forthright when it comes to contraception.’

So readers, What do you think? Are women as a whole becoming more wanton and promiscuous? Even more promiscuous than men? Do you agree women are becoming more promiscuous? If so why do you think it’s happening. I’d like your take on this.