**Please welcome guest, Louisa Bacio**
How can I be a freakin’ erotic writer and never have sex? I mean come on … it’s not like I’ve never bumped the pretties (nothing ugly about it), but lately it’s just about dried up. And, not for trying.
Me to hubby, “When’s the last time we, you know?”
Him, “You don’t remember?”
“Um,” thinking really, really hard, “no.”
“Our anniversary weekend.”
Fuck me! No wonder I don’t remember, and I’m not telling you, dear blog reader, our anniversary either. It’s not that we haven’t had a potential opportunity, it’s just that at that time period when we can … maybe, something else comes up. Most of the time it’s that he’s too tired.
Too tired! What do you have to do? Lay there?
Granted, our drives seem to be off. He’d rather do it in the morning. Hello? We’ve got two small children to get ready for school, and we have to skedaddle for work, and BTW have I mentioned after being married for almost 12 years how much I HATE mornings?
Me? I’d do the slippery between the sheets late at night, when the household is asleep, we’re relaxed, maybe had a few glasses of wine and watched some vampire porn (Cough: True Blood) to put us in the mood.
Sigh à and then he’s too tired.
Luckily, I’ve got a wicked imagination, a few fun toys and an even better memory of all those wondrous adventures. Times like this dry spell, though, and I start to know why others – not me, mind you – go looking for a little something-something on the side. Of course, we couldn’t write about that in romance because those women are, you know: (whispers) loose.
If ya’ll excuse me now, my cowboy will be coming home shortly and I think it’s about time this here little missy gets her spurs on.
And if not that, then I’m going to write a really hot sex scene for my next 1Night Stand!
So tell me, ever go through a dry spell? How do you break it? And, how do you entertain yourself during it?
Death sucks. It’s boring, and there’s no chance of getting laid. Stuck in the waiting room of Heaven, Maise fantasizes about all the pleasures of the flesh she didn’t get to experience. When Maise discovers a business card for the dating service, 1Night Stand, she wonders if there’s still a chance.
Reece normally wouldn’t consider being set up, but after his brother buys him a certificate, he feels obligated. A romantic night on the Southern California coast, with the full-of-life Maise leaves him wanting more.
Will a 1Night Stand be enough to overcome death?