March 24, 2011
Come To My New Blog And Web Site!
I have a new blog and web site, and I'm inviting everyone to it. This blog/web site focuses on my erotic writing. I will continue to post sex toys reviews on this blog. So, if you want to keep up with me, visit me at my new digs.
See you there!
December 24, 2010
December 21, 2010
OMG So Cute!
December 25, 2009
Just In Time For Caturday! And Christmas, To Boot.
Bobo the cat. I see this kind of thing in circuses.
December 18, 2008
Nuts4chic: Sex And Pets
This article first appeared at Nuts4chic. Link below.
Does Your Pet Watch You While You Have Sex?
by Elizabeth Black
Two nights ago, one of my cats chewed through the cord of my favorite vibrator. I am not pleased!
I was in bed, unable to sleep, and my husband was snoring next to me. What I needed was my Rabbit Pearl vibrator to play with and then I could finally fall asleep.
I reached into the little drawer on my headboard to get the vibrator, but it wasn't there. That was when I saw the chewed wire. I reached up onto the headboard, and there was the vibrator, now in two pieces thanks to Lucky, The Cat Who Can Do No Wrong.
I showed the vibrator to my husband the next day, and he said he can fix it for me. I hope he does that soon since my vibrator is my friend. This incident made me think about other incidents involving pets giving their opinion of your sex life. Don't you just hate the scrutiny?
I had one cat named Koala (the Siamese pictured above, with black and white Oreo) who liked to watch me in the act. Smartest cat I have ever seen, and very opinionated. So my husband and I would be going at it in bed, and I’m lying there with my legs around his hips, eyes closed, really getting into it, and I open my eyes.
Staring at me from a spot directly over my head from his spot on the headboard is Koala, his head bobbing up and down as he watches us have sex. It is not easy to concentrate on having an orgasm when a cat is staring you down while you go at it.
Pets that get involved in your sex life aren't always amusing. I read an article about a London woman who learned the hard way. Her boyfriend's African grey parrot squawked "I love you, Gary" while she sat on the couch with him.
There was one big problem. Her boyfriend's name was Chris.
That was the moment Chris found out his girlfriend had been cheating on him with a bloke named Gary. She had moaned Gary's name so often while shagging him that the bird picked up on the cue, and announced his name for all to hear. The bird even mimicked her voice. Sadly, Chris had to let the bird go because hearing it call for his girlfriend's lover in her voice was very painful, especially after they broke up.
I've heard of people who get their pets involved in "child" custody disputes, and I've written about those kinds of incidents n my column before, but having pets watch you while you do The Nasty is a bit more disconcerting.
Still, I think it's a great ice breaker when you discover your cat scrutinizing your sex play as if it’s about to hold up a card giving you a rating of 9 (or 6, if the cat is a Russian Blue).
November 08, 2008
Cute Cat Picture For Caturday And Other News
Isn't that the best picture of Oreo and Lucky? Oreo, who died last week, is the one yawning. Lucky loved his mommy. He's napping next to me on the couch right now.
Not much to do this weekend except some light article work and ghost shows to watch. I'm getting ready to watch (get this!) "Most Haunted" in a few minutes. That show is such a guilty pleasure. I used the riff exposing "psychic" Derek Acorah in my newly accepted book "The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn". I had lots of fun writing that book. I expose psychics in it with my grouchy main character, psychic and skeptic Martha Ellis McKay. She's a lot like me, which may be why I like her so much.
I may bake caramel corn today. Not sure yet. I do want to make some English toffee so that we have snack food. Once I get a little TV watching done, maybe I'll cook today.
October 28, 2008
Oreo Just DiedOreo died about twenty minutes ago. We buried her outside. She was squirming a bit, so I held her, petted her, and talked to her for about ten minutes. She always liked it when I did that. She loved to sit on my chest and shoulder. After ten minutes I put her back down on the couch and covered her with her towel. She died five minutes later.
It's a relief now, because she isn't suffering. And she's still nearby. It's odd, the other cats knew something was up because they avoided the living room all day long. As soon as Oreo died, they all came out, slowly.
I miss her already. Here's another picture of her:
I'm Depressed. My Favorite Cat Is Dying.I'm very upset. My favorite cat, Oreo, is dying. I don't expect her to make it through the night. She got sick with a cold two days ago, and she took a quick turn for the worse last night. She's on the couch next to me now, covered with a plush towel to keep her warm. My husband turned the heat up so she wouldn't be too cold. I thought she just had a mild cold, but I guess it's much worse than that.
She is the mommy cat of the other four in our brood. She's been an indoor cat for the past two years, but for the eight before that she was an outdoor cat, and not because I wanted her to be. She would find any way to sneak outside, even if it meant clawing through the window screen to get out. She loved to play "chase me around the yard", "chase me up the tree", and "chase me on the roof". I drew the line at the last two. I don't do trees or roofs.
She is a little, tiny black and white long-haired cat who reminds us a lot of Sylvester from the old classic cartoons. Plus she's the scruffiest cat we've ever seen. No matter how often she groomed herself, she looked like a mess.
I have an erotic folklore story to finish by Friday, and I'm too upset to write it. I started it yesterday, and I really like my idea, but I"m too depressed right now. I do have some sex toys articles to write, so I'll work on them instead. Need to get them done anyway. I can handle that. I'll just watch more horror movies, and take it easy today.
Here's a picture of Oreo when she was a lot healthier. The kitten is our oldest of Oreo's kittens, Domino, when she was a day old.
July 21, 2007
I Wanted To Be Monorail Cat, But That One Wasn't Available
I think I got the best Lolcat of all. Second choice would have been Ceiling Cat. Third: Sad Cookie Cat.
Your Score: Cheezburger cat
55% Affectionate, 56% Excitable, 64% Hungry
Sure, you deserve one. You helped popularized lolcats from a running gag to an online sensation. Now mainstream media writes asinine columns on this 'phenomenon', students write theses on the topic, programming languages adopt the grammar, and losers write tests about them on dating sites. Now take your cheezburger and never touch the internets again.
To see all possible results, checka dis
|Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test|
Perfect For Caturday!!
Okay, so I'm a day late with this, but today is Caturday, so cat posts are still perfect.
|You Would Be a Pet Cat|
And as for other people, you can take them or leave them. You often don't care.
You live your life by your own rules. And you have deep motivations that no one truly understands.
Why you would make a great pet: You're not needy or greedy... unlike other four legged friends.
Why you would make a bad pet: You're not exactly running down to greet people at the door
What you would love about being a cat: Agility and freedom
What you would hate about being a cat: Being treated like a dog by clueless humans