Monday, June 19, 2017

Historical Euphemism of the day for Sex

Labor Leather
Time Period: 1500 - 1600

Leather needs to be conditioned to keep soft and pliable aka lots and lots of practice in bed.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Historical Euphemism of the day for Sex

Dance the Paphian Jig.
Time Period: 1650s.

This reference is in connection with the city of Paphos or Cyprus, which was the sacred cult of Aphrodite, the goddess of sex and love.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Historical Euphemism of the day for Sex

Ride below the Crupper.
Time Period:  1570s

A crupper is a piece of equipment that keeps the tail up.
Thinking this reference is about anal sex or sex from behind.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Historical Euphemism of the day for Sex

Shoot Twixt Wind and Water.
Time Period: Late 1600s.
Anatomically correct and somewhat poetic.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Monday, May 15, 2017

Monday Historical Euphemism for Sex

1790 in Origin

"Engage in Three to One (And Bound to Lose)"

Nope, it's not a reference to a menage. (Too bad). This is a gambling metaphor and usually said by men.

I wouldn't have guessed this in a million years. Maybe you got it right away.

I'll just paste the link to the definition below and forego pictures.

Engage in three to one

Monday, May 8, 2017

Monday Historical Euphemism for Sex

Origin 1300's
Related image

"Give Someone A Green Gown"

I'm sure if you think about it long enough you'll get the reference for having sex in the grass.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Stolen Hearts

This is a text scene I'm working on for the Stolen Hearts Series I'm working on. Very raw (pun intended).

Hi. Tell me u need some dark dominance.
Since you ordered me to wear the heels for you, I imagined it was your hands that pulled the leather tight around my ankles, your fingers grasping the clasp, buckling me into them; you’ve been on my mind constantly.
I’m wet wanting to feel you inside me.
Hmm… Constantly wet?
Yes. You creep into my head during the day. At night I lie alone in bed wanting you here. I ache to feel the forceful grip of your hand around my neck, pulling me up on my knees, my back to your muscled chest as you take me from behind.
Have u been masturbating?
I followed your instructions and have not.
Do u like being obeying?
I like being dominated. But I’m a brat.
Brats have been known to be beaten, occasionally.
With your hand, I hope.
You could buy a toy or two to use for me?
What toys did you have in mind?
A nice butt plug and some slippery ben-wa balls.
Oh, you know what buttons to push. I hate butt plugs. I’ll find them online and email links to you for your approval.
Email me the links.
Oh, I got busy cooking supper and forgot to text that I sent them.
U can call me Sir.
Yes, Sir.
Your clit is throbbing, isn’t it?
Yes, Sir.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Today's Historical Euphemism for Sex

1500-1600 "Beast with Two Backs" is a euphemism for sexual intercourse, either missionary style or standing. It is believed to be as old if not older in English from William Shakespeare's Othello.

Image result for make the beast with two backs othelloI am one sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the moor are now making the beast with two backs.  (Othello, Act 1 Scene 1).

The origin of the euphemism is believed to be from 1532, appearing in Rabelais' Gargantua and Pantagruel originally in French.
Whereas the above example is believed to be written by Shakespeare himself in 1603.

I like the original version below best for its wit.

In the vigour of his age he married Gargamelle, daughter of the king of Parpaillons, a jolly pug, and well-mouthed wench. These two did oftentimes do the two-backed beast together, joyfully rubbing and frotting their bacon 'gainst one another.

Paraphrased from Wikipedia.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Thursday Book Quote

I need to figure out how the person I thought I was and the person I really am can come to terms. My escape fantasy life is gone. I didn’t even mean for it to happen. I guess reality has consequences. But it’s hard. I feel so alone.

Huss, JA. Meet Me In The Dark: (A Dark Suspense) (Kindle Locations 4729-4732). Science Future Press. Kindle Edition.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

It's Been A Freaking Long Time!

It's me again, Margaret. Maybe you don't know the joke, but it's about a guy turning up at his ex's house or maybe wannabe girlfriend's. I can't remember. He goes away only to return again and again. That's me. In the past it would be a weekly thing, and I'd talk about my books, writing, promos, etc.

I am writing again. Just beginning. And it's different than normal, so we'll see how that goes.

I did something (said in a whisper). I can't say I should have and I know I'm freaking out! And darn it, my husband is going to find out.
Wait, hold up. Yes, he passed away last July. But there is a part of him that's still with me. And now I've gone and done it. I've signed up on a dating website.

Yeah, I know. How could I do that to him? I'm still married. Not technically, but definitely in my heart. And my husband still occupies my thoughts. Isn't it strange that when we divorce the spouse becomes an ex, but when they pass away they're still our spouse.

I'm alone but not single. Even my tax status says widow, implying that I'm still part of a couple.

Why did I sign up for the site? I don't like being alone. I'm not really lonely per se. I don't mind being with myself. I don't mind working at home, online, doing the same things I did in the past.

What I can't stand are the evenings. My husband is supposed to walk through the door at 4:45 pm every day except Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. I'm supposed to hear him say, "Hey, babe." My reply is, "Hey Sweetie." He's supposed to grab me and kiss me and ask me about my day. I return the questions.

Next, he changes clothes to go out and do some farming. I'll go back to writing or editing or grading papers. That's what we've done for 36 years.

So what was I thinking trying to find a man to replace him? Heck no. What I wanted to do was to just get out and meet people, men. I've moved from my small town to a metropolitan city. I haven't lived in a place like this since I was nine years old. Plus, I've never been on my own. I grew up in my parents' home and went straight from there to a home with my husband. Talk about a shock these last six months wandering around a 2700 sq. ft. home by myself.

Argh. I was frantic. Just like now. I'm freaking out. So, what do I do? I tell myself it's a good idea to get back in the dating pool.

Unh, uh!!!

Color me shocked. The ink had barely dried on my profile, when I received dozens and dozens and dozens of men messaging me, favoriting me, ready to set up a date. What the heck?

I'm sure they're nice guys. Hey, I joined, so I looked. Some guys match my physical and social preferences. Some not.

Then I was hit between the eyes. What was I doing? I'm cheating on my husband. I can't bring myself to pick a headstone yet because that means he's truly, finally gone. Here I am dallying with other men.

Lots of names awful names to call myself come to mind. So, it won't hurt when you call me them as well. I deserve it.

Then I remember, I'm not part of a couple. Not with him. Maybe down the road I will be. But not yet. While I am moving on, learning to live without my guy. I don't think I'm quite ready to dip my toes in the man pool.

(Smiles sheepishly) I think I'll start by drooling over my favorite romance cover models before I try real dating.

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