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So I was looking for a piece of erotica that I wrote about something that happened twenty-ish years ago. It was a story about me and a black leather jacket clad guy named Paul. My first thought was that I would post it here and heat up your Sunday. Then I read it. I haven’t read it since last year, when I submitted it to the 2007 Zanctuary writing contest.

Anyway, when I found the piece, I highlighted it to copy it… and then I started reading. It was a little hard to stop once I’d started. And then I started remembering. Oh, yeah. Then I realized it’s a little over the top to post here. I’d forgotten how hot it really was. I looked it over trying to find just a teaser bit. Nope. It’s all way too hot.

So I mentioned it to ShinyBitch. She laughed at me. She said all my sex scenes are hot. That made me wonder. Why does this scene seem hotter to me? I read it again. Again, it seemed just too hot to post.

Then I started to wonder if it was too hot because it really happened. This isn’t a scene I made up between two characters. Nor is it a scene I dreamed. It actually happened. And that has to be the answer, of course.

Writing scenes between people who don’t exist is easy. Writing what I’ve dreamed isn’t that tough. I don’t remember exactly when I wrote this piece, but I know it wasn’t when I was still seeing Paul. It was years afterward, probably when I was in college.

I was pretty solitary in those years. School consumed me. I had a lover who used to come over and we’d enjoy each other and he’d go home. There wasn’t any dating or spending time together. I guess if we had, we probably wouldn’t have liked each other. He had a busy life, a busy job working for the American Film Institute. I was busy with school. No way did I have time for a relationship. However, I would often write about past relationships.

The piece about the man in the black leather jacket is too hot for me to post. Maybe some day I can or maybe I can figure out how to post a paragraph or two. Right now, when I read it, it’s just too erotic, too memorable. It’s just way over the top. Even for me. And that does surprise me a little. I guess there is a line I can’t cross when it comes to posting personal things on this blog.

Some of you *cough* Jen, Shiny, Mary, and the Other Jen *cough* may be itching to read this little sex scene now. I don’t mind if people read it privately, but I just can’t bring myself to post it in public. It would be as if Paul and I were performing the act in front of all of you. And there, my dear friends, is the boundary that I can’t bring myself to cross.

If anyone wants to read this ancient piece of erotica, email me. winter at winterheart dot com.

Happy belated birthday to Jason X from the User Pool. Remind me to give you a link to my private naked Kelly Monaco slideshow! If you readers don’t know Jason, you need to check him out. His blog is very funny. The satire is incomparable! I shoulda known he was a Taurus…

Speaking of birthdays, Friday is Motley’s birthday. She has a fistful of Knotts Berry Farm tickets and no ride. Apparently, Motley’s bestie went to the doctor today. He told her she has anxiety and gave her drugs. Now she can’t go to Knotts for fear of getting too excited. Hmmph. There’s one kid who won’t be having sex anytime soon. Everyone stop by Socially Dead on Friday and help make Motley feel better about being 19 and not having a ride to Knotts. Hmmmn. Maybe Jason needs a day off from the User Pool and could go…

Alright, here’s something you can all sink your fangs into this Wednesday. Bite it, taste it, hump it until it’s wet and limp! THAT is Keeley Hazell. I wonder if I coulda gotten away with showing her boobage. Aw fuckit. Go here to see her tits.

If boobage ain’t your thang, I give you Nacho Figueras. Polo star extraordinaire. The face of Polo Black cologne. And now, the face of Mr. Fabulous, a darkly mysterious character in the Bar Story.

Mr. Fabulous has already had his entrance in the story, but it was fleeting. He comes to the Library, where the Blood Mistress reigns over the annals of the vampire world, and basically has her bowing and scraping and kicking out the other people in the Library. They get a glimpse of him and that’s it. The Blood Mistress’s first post features this mysterious Fabulous. He’s devious. He’s powerful. He’s handsome. He probably has a big dick too. Why else would he be so arrogant? Hee hee. His storyline is still in the works so there could be some major twists and turns ahead.

Before I sign off today, I want to talk hardcore with you. Yes. My 100th post is very close. And yes. I have noticed something about the comments on the 90+ posts thus far. One, you people like sex. If I post sex stuff from the Bar, you are all here slathering over it and drooling in the comments. Two, you people like freaky. If I post about cemetery stuff you are all fascinated in that rubber necking at a gruesome accident where a motorcyclist was decapitated on the freeway way. Lots of comments on the sex and the cemetery. Oooh. Now, that’s a catchy title!

I don’t know that you like hotness. You don’t comment on Wednesday hotness. So what’s wrong with this picture? You like sex. You like the cemetery. You don’t like the half naked celebs? I bet Dave didn’t even notice when I had Liz Hurley naked on here. I don’t think anyone did. Not that her tatas were hanging out anyway. It woulda been a MUCH better Humpday with naked Liz tits. Although, come to think of it, I do have naked Liz tits… Liz Phair. Maybe I will post those next week.

So what is it that you like? Sex? Freaky stuff? Freaky sex maybe? I’ll have to work on that last one. Not sure how to work it into this blog theme. If you like freaky sex you shoulda read my Pink Chair Diaries post. It was a little freaky and a lot hot. I’m not asking for comments. I’m just trying to get a handle on what you all like so I can accommodate you in the next 100 posts. After all, we can’t all be fucking Fabulous… although you know you want to.

See yas manana for a Half Nekkid Thursday and maybe even a Thursday Thirteen too!