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February 24, 2009

Nightmares And Demons


Today's guest blogger is Gracen Miller. Welcome, Gracen! It's good to have you as a guest on my blog. - The Countess


First off, I want to thank Elizabeth for having me! I am excited to be here and honored that she'd let me chat on her blog.

A couple of months ago I watched the television show, Paranormal State, which airs on Monday nights on A&E. In this particular episode the girl was possessed by a demonic entity. Whether I believe in demonic possession is not the point of my blog, although I do wonder if it's possible. Anyway, this entire family came across as victimized and mentally tormented. Needless to say, they were terrified. The demon force inside the girl had written words on the daughter's body, tried to drown her while soaking in the bathtub and other various occurrences had happened to her and her parents.

When the psychic medium arrived to give the Paranormal State team his physic take on the situation, he immediately began channeling the demon’s hatred toward the religious artifacts in the home. At one point the psychic cautioned that the demon declared he would "kill the bitch". Yikes! Those were strong evil words. I'm not saying this was real, but in the dead of the night with the possibility that demonic possession could be real swimming around in my head, it was enough to unsettle me.

So, the investigation gets underway and the demon starts writing again on the girl's body, drawing six diagonal lines down her back. They almost looked like strange claw or scratch marks to me. They call in a holy man who thinks an exorcism should be performed. The family agrees to an exorcism and one begins. During the course of the exorcism, the demonic entity begins to speak through the girl. The demon inside her says its name is Six.

At the name my eyes go wide and round. Six! Thinking I've heard this wrong, I rewind it—I bow down to whoever invented DVR/TiVo—and sure enough, the demon said his name is Six!

My heart is suddenly racing and my hands are sweaty. I can barely focus at this point. Like an echo in my mind is, "Holy Freaking Crap!" Why am I thinking this, you're wondering?

Well, my e-book, The Devil's Den, started out as a dream. My hero—I hate to call him a hero because he doesn’t have hero qualities—is Six. You’re probably still wondering why the fuss over the names. No big deal right? Just name coincidence. No biggie. Normally, I'd agree with you, but the similarities between dream Six and demon Six do not stop with their names. In the dream Six was a demon and he did not try to hide it.

There is a dance scene in the book where my characters, Six and Serena, meet for the first time and THAT was the actual dream I had about demon Six, only it was me dancing with him and not Serena. Odd, since I'm not really a big dancer. I'll dance, but I'd rather watch people who can dance do all the dancing.

Here's a taste of Six in action:

He gripped her firmly, molding her backside snugly against his frame. He felt large and strong and she stiffened at the unexpected quiver that raced through her. She didn't like the solid feel of him, and she didn't like the quiet, dangerous strength that he emitted. There was nothing about this predicament that she did like.

Before she could protest he strategically guided her onto the dance floor without allowing her to even catch a glimpse of his face. Then slowly, his body began to move, taking hers with his. Her buttocks cupped against his groin. The intimacy of it had her face flaming.

He swayed and ground his pelvis against her bottom again. One large hand stroked her left arm, while his other hand had mysteriously found its way underneath her shirt and was flexing possessively against the middle of her waist.

"I hear you’re looking for someone," he crooned, rocking against her in the timeless suggestion of the act of love as the hand on her waist slipped a notch and his fingers nestled to his knuckles inside the waistband of her jeans.

Nodding her head, she croaked, "Yes." Her throat closed tight in fear and it was the loudest voice she could make. Fire was spreading through her body and her limbs felt languid from its blaze as the hand rubbing her arm lowered to her hip. His fingers flexed, gripped her hips, and pumped her bottom against him. Serena choked on the breath that lodged in her throat.

"Who are you looking for?" His voice was silky and made her feel almost languorous.

The hand that had been rubbing her arm lifted and dove into the hair on the back of her head. He pushed her head forward and pumped against her buttocks again. Serena gasped at the erotic contact. He smiled, but if she could have seen him she would have known that no warmth entered his colorless eyes. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across her bare shoulders. Serena tried to stiffen, but her body failed to respond.

Excerpt from The Devil's Den Copyright © 2007 Gracen Miller
That's not all the chapter, but it's enough for you to get the idea. I spent a lot of time on this one chapter, trying to get the seductive charm of Six just right because he was very sexy and engaging in the dream, so blasted appealing I would have ran off with him. Hell, I'd have invited him into the bed with my husband and me both. But at the same time, I needed to make the reader feel the latent menace, evil, and power at his core. My dream held all these qualities and so much more.

When that dream-demon grasped me from behind and did the sexy dance with me—just like he did to Serena in the book—his thick, husky whisper purred into my ear, "I am Six." It had me shuddering, but not in fear, but rather it was like a sweet wicked caress across my entire body. That's when I woke, aroused and already half in love with him.

I admit I am a unique—or "normalcy challenged" as a friend of mine would say—individual. Often I use my nightmares to create stories. I'm actually disappointed when I go long spells without nightmares because then I have no inspiration. I do find it strange that instead of waking from that particular dream in a cold sweat with fear clawing at my mind and a paralyzed need to hide beneath the blankets, I was obsessed with the need to put the demonic sexiness of my dream-demon into words. After waking, I knew Six had to be immortalized. Typically the lure of a dream wears off after a couple of hours, but not this one. The memory of Six had me obsessed for weeks, all throughout the writing of the book. And when I was finished writing his life, I was a smidgen sad because our relationship was over.

So, yeah, while watching Paranormal State, I was sitting here thinking, "Holy Freaking Crap!" as they tried to expel this demon with the same name as my character from her body. It had me thinking if demons are real, was that a demon that spawned the dream rather than my imagination? That thought sends shivers all over my body. And it’s not those wickedly pleasurable shivers that my dream inspired.

Holy freaking crap what might I have actually immortalized? A dream? A demon? Was it simply a matter of strange coincidence? Yeah, probably. Even most likely. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. But what if…

Thanks for reading! I enjoyed being here and thanks again to Elizabeth for having me!


If you're interested in winning a copy of The Devil’s Den, leave a comment! The lucky winner will be announced late tonight. But, be warned, it is a dark paranormal erotic romance that pushes boundaries some may not be comfortable with reading. Good luck!

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Posted on February 24, 2009 at 12:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

February 22, 2009

Release Party March 5 For My Short Sweet Story "The Storm"

My short sweet paranormal romance "The Storm" will be released by Forbidden Publications on March 5, 2009. Come to the Midnight Seductions group from noon until about dinner time March 5 for my advanced release party! I am hosting a contest, and a lucky winner gets a FREE COPY of "The Storm". YAY! CONTESTS!!!


Looking forward to seeing everyone there on the 5th!!


The Storm
By Elizabeth Black
March 5, 2009
Forbidden Publications
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
Rating: Sweet (No sex. Unheard of from me. LOL!)


"The Storm" will be released on March 5, 2009.


After getting caught yet again with another man's wife, Robbie walked to Salt Island from the shore to nurse his wounded ego and his wounded face. He falls into a drunken sleep and awakens to find himself trapped on the island since tide came in - and a nor'easter is coming. He has to get off of this island before the storm hits. To make matters worse, the ocean is glowing an iridescent maroon. That could only mean one thing - an appearance of notorious pirate, Captain Samuel Black, and his ship, the Prospero. Robbie calls his best friend, Ian, and his former girlfriend, Kate, to get him off this island. Kate is now Ian's wife, but Robbie still carries a torch for her. Will Ian and Kate get Robbie off that island before the storm and the pirate find him first?


I wallowed in a little self-pity, crying like a spoiled toddler, kicking my legs, pissed at myself for not waking up in time to get off this fucking rock.

My troubles were just beginning, and dealing with my wife and Dean's junkyard dog madness was mild compared to what I saw churning on the horizon.

Thick gray clouds surged far out over the ocean's surface like the bile that ate my stomach lining. Fog the color of lead hung low on the horizon, its mist reaching beyond the crashing waves. Cracks of lightning split the sky, interspersed with thunder that I felt through my ass rather than heard through my ears. Seagrass between the rocks snapped in the rising winds.

That nor'easter would definitely get here long before twelve hours was up. Nor'easters were nothing to brush off as a little hard rain. Those high winds could easily hurl me to the rocks at the base of the island, or they could completely bypass the rocks and hurl me out to sea. That is if lightning didn't fry me first. Salt Island was a granite and seaweed lightning rod.

The storm wasn't going to bypass Salt Island just because I was stuck on it. I had to find a way back to shore before it blew me there in little, broken pieces.

What scared me more than anything was that the ocean glowed an iridescent maroon. It wasn't the color you see when phosphorescent plankton float on the waves. This was a sickly putrescence I had heard about in stories my best buddy Ian used to scare the shit out of me with when we were kids.

A huge nor'easter surrounded by a glowing ocean meant only one thing, and I did not want to be here when HE showed up.

When the winds rose high, when the sky was the color of pitch, and when the ocean glowed blood red, Captain Samuel Black and his ship The Prospero emerged from the fog that rolled over the ocean waves, coming ashore in search of revenge.

Late at night on weekends, Ian would tell that story in his best Vincent Price voice, and he would scare the pants off me every time. After several hours of monster movies playing on Creature Feature, Ian's dog rolling over could get me shrieking like a girl. Kate, my old girlfriend who later became Ian's wife, used to get on his case about spooking me so much, but she wasn't much help herself because she usually just sat there giggling the whole time. I didn't mind so much because she has a cute giggle. I think both of us actually pulled this stunt for her benefit. We just liked to make her laugh, so Ian would tell his ghost stories and I would pretend to be terrified, except I wasn't really pretending all that much. He'd turn off the lights, light some candles, and move the popcorn out of my way in case I jumped. It wasn't fun picking popcorn off the floor after I kicked the bowl into a lampshade. He scared me all the same with those stories after we were in college.

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February 20, 2009


Monster Mash Front/Small Monster Mash Back/Small

"Sweet Spot" won the grand prize at the Preditors and Editors Poll Awards for "Best Short Horror Story". It walked away at Number 1!! Buy the anthology, and find out why!

P&E - Best Short Horror Story 2008

"Sweet Spot", one of my stories in "Monster Mash", is based on a real Irish legend called "The Fatal Phantom of Eringle Traugh". I've known about this legend since I was a kid, and it scared the hell out of me. I have turned it on its face in this story, and I know you will like it.


Sweet Spot
Elizabeth Black
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Monster Mash Anthology
Word Count: 5,789
Genre: Erotic Horror

Buy it now!

"The Sweet Spot" is erotic horror. That is my second erotic horror story ever published!! I based it on an Irish ghost legend.

Derek was warned to leave the cemetery after the funeral. The Hag haunted the graves, preying on grieving men and women. But all Derek could think of was revenge ... he should have left with the mourners.


"Are you coming to the house after the burial?"

"I might. I should get home, though. There's a storm brewing, and I don't want to get caught in it. I have a long drive ahead of me."

"I'm really glad you came, although I wish it wasn't for a funeral. We've been out of touch for too long. A phone call a few times per year just doesn't cut it."

Of course they'd been out of touch. After his disastrous relationship with Amelia, Derek couldn't create enough space between himself and Ipswich. Jason's frequent phone calls and invitations to hang out on their boat on the Essex River couldn't budge Jason from his apartment in Manchester.

The problem was how could he convey his disinterest in his old friends and family while dropping in on Ipswich unannounced? He was only here to check up on Amelia. After his wife left him because of his affairs, Amelia monopolized his obsessions. Could he have one fling with her before returning to Manchester? Could he fuck the hell out of her the way she liked it, and then dump her without so much as a goodbye the way she had dumped him? The bitch wasn't above a quickie. After all, that's what he was to her the year they dated, if you could call quick fucks in her car dating. She liked to be tied up, bound, and gagged. Derek was surprised she was submissive. He thought for sure she'd prefer to be dominant and in control, but he realized soon enough that being submissive put her in control. She refused to use a safe word, but he insisted on it. He ended up using their safe word much more than she did. He was always surprised by how far she wanted to go—gagged with a ball in her mouth; spanked until her ass was cherry pink, nipple clamps yanked on while she came hard on his dick. She liked it rough—the rougher the better. Their affair barely lasted twelve months, until she found better fresh meat to tear into. She had the typical bitch's excuse—he was too clingy. Figures. A woman's excuse got latched onto him. He was as clingy as anyone would be after being dumped with no explanation and being replaced by a silicone god wannabe with synthetic man boobs.

Was she still married? Her husband had to know she was as horny as a cat in heat, and she liked to satisfy her cravings with the hot bodies that gravitated to the town over the summer for vacation. Why did he care if she was married or not?

Somehow, Amelia managed to get under his skin again, and she hadn't even said two words to him. He would never admit to Jason that Amelia was the reason he returned to Ipswich; not his friends, not his family, and certainly not Jason. Still, he had to make up excuses before Jason grew suspicious.

"I'm glad I came, too. I wish it didn't have to be for Jim's funeral. How did we grow so far apart? We were tight when we were in college."

"Twenty years is a long time. We got married. Had kids. Started working. Moved. I guess all of us just drifted apart."

"I don't want to let that go on. You want to keep in touch more?"

"You bet I do. It's too bad it took Jim's funeral to bring us together again. We were inseparable all those years ago."

"Let's be inseparable again."

"Sounds good to me. The after-funeral get-together is at my house."

"Amelia isn't going to be here, is she?"

"Are you kidding, bro? That's not funny. Don't joke about that here, now. Just come to my house after we wrap up here. Don't spend any more time alone in this place than you need to."

"You think I'll see the hag or something?"

"You know the story. It appears to you in the form of what attracts you. A sexy woman if you're a guy, and a hot dude if you're a woman. You make a date to come back to her here at the graveyard, and you seal it with a kiss. You do return on the appointed date—in a coffin."

"What if you're gay?"

"Stop being facetious. You obviously still have it bad for Amelia. Why, I have no idea. The woman is poison. Come to my house for a late lunch. Don't you linger around here longer than you have to. No one does."

Amelia was his weak point, as Jason figured out. She was his Sweet Spot, that spot just below his collarbone where a quick thumb jab would render him stupid.

Derek never believed in the hag, but he thought it would be exciting to actually run across the old witch. That the hag would appear as Amelia didn't surprise him. The woman was a nightmare gone mad.

How could she be called a hag if she was a hot little number as he expected she would be? That's how she'd appear to him—as some luscious babe. He saw no reason to complain about that.

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Like A Myth - Small

"Mud Licker" came in 7th in the "Top Ten" at the Preditors and Editors Poll Awards for "Best Romance Short Story". Buy it and find out why!!

P&E Top Ten - Mud Licker

Oct. 2008 release from Circlet Press! My story "Mud Licker" appears in the "Like A Myth" anthology, which was released in December, 2008. This anthology of erotica is based on unusual folklore. "Mud Licker" is a hot and sexy romp based on Japanese folklore. Suffice to say this odd little horny creature lives in bathrooms, and cleans them up - with his two foot long tongue.

Imagine what else it can do with that delicious tongue, and you have a good idea what happens in my story. :)

Here are links for you to purchase the book:

Like A Myth (Palm/ereader format)

Like A Myth (PDF format)

It should be at at Fictionwise and Amazon Kindle Store by now.

Here's an excerpt:

His fingers found her clit, and pressed around it in tight circles. She looked over his shoulder, and was surprised and a bit alarmed to see the akaname watching her! It skulked at the open door, crouched on all fours, its tongue lolling around its ankles. Pressing her index finger to her lips to silently tell the little creature to not make a sound, lest Hitoshi discover it, it nodded its head. With that long tongue between its legs, it looked like an old, sunburned man leering at her, wanting to stick that tongue where Hitoshi's fingers probed. And I would let it if it asked. It drooled so much while watching her writhe on the bed as Hitoshi rubbed her pussy that a puddle of spit gathered at its feet. As it watched her, it jerked against the doorjamb. Why was it jerking like that? A quick look at its hands answered her question. The little pervert was beating off!

Once she saw its erection, she knew she wanted it inside her. Her pussy tightened and warmed at the sight. Damn, she was getting horny watching the creature get its rocks off watching her! At least a foot long and as thick around as a bratwurst, its dick was covered with nubs and ribs. With a head that glistened with a milky, oily liquid that might have been semen if it were human, its dick looked like one of her favorite sex toys, the vibrator with beads, ribs, and nodules along the shaft. What would that dick feel like inside me? She rocked against Hitoshi's hand as she watched the creature stroke that delicious, thick cock. Its long tongue curled like a party favor, and then uncurled to land at its feet. She wanted to feel that wonderful tongue on her pussy lips, driving her wild.

Posted on February 20, 2009 at 09:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Is That A Banana Or You Just Happy To See Me?

Today's Guest Blog Post is from the lovely Mila Ramos!!


Well hello there! Thank you so much to the very grrr-licious beauty allowing me to blog on her wonderful world. Today we’re going to be dealing with one of my favorite subjects: double entendres.

Anyone else love the world of double meanings? Ooooh I do!

So what does that big ol French word mean? What is it? A double entendre is a word or phrase which has dual meanings, one of which is often sexual in nature. When someone incorporates a double entendre into a seemingly innocent sentence, he or she is said to be "making a double entendre."

Everyone has heard it in the world out there. And I'm sure by the time you finish reading this, you'll thought of a few hundred. I know I do all the time. Those who love romance, erotica and good plain ol sex have this in their repertoire of humor. As a writer I think they are the epitome of what makes great banter in a book. They are also the greatest way to bring tension in a book to a different high. And this is the difference between bland romance and just freakin' great writing.

We've heard it in songs everywhere and personally if you want to hear one of the best songs in the world that makes use of the big D.E. it's the Lords of Acid song "Pussy". Youtube it immediately, and if you don’t understand why, it's an experience waiting to happen in your life. The word tends to make one either be in shock or say how cute. But for me it's a raise-the-volume and watch the reactions.

Some of the lyrics are below, but here's my question to you. Are they talking about a kitty cat or a woman's best friend…other than chocolate.

I wanna see your pussy
Everybody says it's nice
Can I can and come and visit?
I'll be at your house tonight

They tell me it's soft to touch and really smooth
I can hardly wait to feel that pussy too
You wanna play with pussy all the time
To hide that kind of pussy is a crime
You say you're pussy's clever and so slick
But I think your pussy's kind of sick

I wanna see your pussy, show it to me
Let me see your pussy, show it to me
Show me your pussy, show it to me
I want to see your pussy, show it to me
Many authors who've honestly tried and done this know that it has to come naturally. And one person who was a natural at it, was a starlet of old. One of the best people, though she wasn't a writer, but the expert of double entendre…the infamous Mae West. She is awesome!

And so I leave you with these beauty gems.

Here are some of my favorite phrases…..What are yours?

    1. A hard man is good to find
    2. Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
    3. I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.
    4. Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain.
    5. When I'm good I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.
    6. Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.
    7. A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.

Thank you for allowing me to light up your day and hopefully I will see you all again!


Mila Ramos, Paranormal & Contemporary Romance

Blog: http://jademystique.blogspot.com
Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/jademystique
Website: http://www.milaramoswrites.com

Posted on February 20, 2009 at 01:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

February 19, 2009

Adrianne Brennan: Social networking sites--useful or a distraction?

blood and mint chocolates Pictures, Images and Photos

[This is a guest post by erotic romance writer Adrianne Brennan.]

Facebook, MySpace, Livejournal, Twitter, Bebo, Glee, LinkedIn, Friendster, Orkut, Goodreads...there must be a million social networking sites out there. These days at least one of them winds up in the news for one reason or another. Facebook's TOS issues have caused quite a stir, and it was said that they aided President Obama in his campaign.

But how useful are they? For social creatures and extroverts like myself, they provide interaction with people of similar backgrounds and interests whom I never would've met had it not been for the chosen Web 2.0 medium. For introverts, they are typically seen as a pain, only useful to know what a bunch of their friends are all up at the same time to without checking a million different sites.

I personally hang out at these sites for the most part:


What ones are your favorites, and which could you do without? I personally prefer Twitter and Facebook these days, and Livejournal remains a favorite. I admit that I can't stand MySpace and while it's undergone a lot of improvements over the past several months I still find it to be annoying and buggy. Do you find that they're overrated, or a time suck from more valuable things such as smelling the flowers or writing your latest novel?

Love & Magic,

~ "Where love and magic meet" ~
Experience the magic of Blood of the Dark Moon:
Take a bite out of Blood and Mint Chocolates:
Dare to take The Oath in this fantasy series:

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February 13, 2009

Karen’s Law by A. J. Llewellyn

Karen ertell

Today's post is a guest post by erotic romance writer A. J. Llewellyn. Here is a link to his web site if you are interested in reading some excellent M/M erotic fiction. I've opened my blog up to some guest writers, so keep an eye out for exciting posts from new people.


Sometimes, just sometimes there are people too good for this world. Karen Ertell was one of those people. In life, she went above and beyond all expectations to help people, to give second chances when, possibly, these were not such a good idea.

In death, she is fueling a huge debate over teen-related homicide. She is the impetus of House Bill 819 which goes before Hawaii State’s house committee today (Friday 13th) almost two years after her horrific homicide.

For those who want to see justice done, it’s known more simply as Karen’s Law. It will give state prosecutors “teeth” to charge violent teens as adults, especially in cases as shocking as this.

Karen Ertell was 51 years old. An accomplished, yet warm, loving woman who owned Koko Crater Coffee Roasters, loved to walk her dogs on the beach at her home in Ewa, Oahu…and she tried hard to understand and work with the teenage neighbor she had kept breaking into her home.

It says a lot for this courageous woman that she continued to employ his sister in her company when the boy was actively and inexplicably, terrorizing her.

Karen Ertell had built up her company to be one of the biggest selling producers of island grown coffee. And yet, she remained a humble, community-minded woman who worked the local farmer’s market every weekend. She was looking forward to being a grandmother but…she was uneasy…her neighbor’s son kept breaking into her home.

For over a year this Campbell High School student taunted her. Relentlessly. "It started out with a few dollars, than candy, than body wash, I mean stupid things he stole, and then it escalated," her foster daughter Malanie McLellan said.

Karen caught him more than once trying to steal her truck. She even caught him behind the wheel once, trying to start it. She talked to his parents, talked to the local cops. She allowed him to make amends by doing yard work. Nothing helped.

Her boyfriend, Kevin Callahan, persuaded her to change her locks but still the senseless attacks continued.

Finally, she’d had enough and decided to press charges against him. According to her family, it wounded her that in spite of her best efforts, nothing worked.

On May 27, 2007, one day after Karen received a subpoena to testify against her tormentor in court, he silenced Karen Ertell forever.

He broke into her house, waited for her to come home from work and beat and raped her, then strangled her to death. He tried hard, according to the police, to cover up his final act of premeditated violence.

“It was well planned, well executed,” said police captain Frank Fujii.

I will be following this polarizing bill, because although I didn’t know her, the words of her boyfriend hit a chord with me.

“If this can happen to Karen, none of us are safe,” he said.

The teenager finally got to steal the car he’d been after for so long. It wasn’t a fancy, hot car. It was a Volvo. He confessed to his father, jumped into the car with his best friend and was found, tooling around Honolulu in the vehicle, music blaring.

His father was the one who called the police and reported his son’s acts.

I hope the bleeding hearts who will no doubt show up in court protesting the passage of House Bill 819 will realize there is a woman, a life behind this law.

It is Karen’s Law. And those who loved her, love her still.

Her killer, a habitual criminal in his native New Zealand long before he moved to Hawaii had a secret history Karen – and his school – never knew.

They know it now with his mind-blowing charges: the alleged juvenile offender is accused of Murder in the First Degree, Sexual Assault in the First Degree, Robbery in the Second Degree, Burglary in the First Degree, Unauthorized Control of a Propelled Vehicle (Auto Theft), Unauthorized Computer Access in the Second Degree, Driving Without a License, Unauthorized Possession of Confidential Personal Information, Fraudulent Use of a Credit Card, and Credit Card Theft.

Her family flew her ashes, like those of her late father from a plane over Oregon, a fitting tribute to the woman who had applied for a nursing certificate so she could join Doctors Without Borders.

There is an ache…an emptiness that can never be filled.

As I think about this devastating case, I can’t help but think in a weird way Karen would feel her death has shifted a community focus…to give victims more rights. To take some evil power away from teenagers who think they are omnipotent. More power to the good guys.

For those who mourn her still, there is little comfort.

As her sister Kelsy Dunlap said, "My family, we can't even have this bright shining light of our family back."

Posted on February 13, 2009 at 11:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

February 10, 2009

Pleasurists #15

Impatient by deltaguy used under a Creative Commons License

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February 09, 2009

Oh Boy! The Obama Dildo And Condoms!!!!

In honor of President Barack Obama shaking up things in Washington D. C., I just had to tell everyone about the latest evidence of goofy sex toys that Jump The Shark.

Here it is: The Obama Presidential Dildo!!!! In blue or gold!!

Watch it spin. Isn't it hypnotic?

And why not buy some Obama condoms to go with the dildo? They cost $4.32 each. That's quite a hefty price for a condom, isn't it? But it's historic!!!

So now you too can enjoy this historic presidency in style. I've never been overly thrilled with Obama, but I still think McCain/Palin would have been much worse. The only real mention of Obama I've had here was my relief the day Dubya finally left the building, and the graphic link I had in my sidebar to a sex toys company that was giving a 10% discount for sex toys purchases in honor of endorsing Obama. I must admit that the Obama condoms and dildo sure go well with the Hillary Clinton nutcracker and the porn DVD "Who's Nailin Paylin"... This country has officially Jumped The Shark.

Posted on February 9, 2009 at 03:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)