Why I like black women so much

Welcome to my very first blog post on Essence of Extasy!

I must say at the very first that I have Tina and Extasy to thank because, with the publication of Colorblind in 2005, my career as a published working writer was born. If it were not for the advent of e-books I would not have been a published writer. And that’s a fact.

And now, on to our show. I get asked, a lot, why I like black women. Well, my attraction to black women is quite a powerful one, and has many layers to it.

My childhood was not the best. It wasn’t exactly the worst, but it also could have been a lot better. My Dad, a Vietnam veteran, was also a heavy drinker. I remember one time in particular, coming home from school and being very excited about a TV show that was coming on that night, and Dad was fine. But by the time my sister and I sat down to dinner, Dad was passed out on the couch.

On my Mom’s end, things weren’t much better. She was always stressed out because Dad couldn’t hold a steady job and she became the breadwinner. As a result, my parents argued a lot. If they were still alive, they would probably say it wasn’t as bad as I make it sound. But trust me, they were always arguing about something.

And so, I remember a TV show, on during my grade school years (late 1970′s for those who wish to know) about a local TV news crew. And among those people were a black woman and a white man who were married, big stuff for that time period.

And before you roll your eyes, yes I know it was just a TV show. Yes, I know it was supposed to have a happy ending. But for me, it was the first time that I saw a married couple work out their differences in a positive and constructive fashion, instead of snarling at each other.

And so my attraction to black women was born. It was, and continues to be, a powerful and subliminal attraction. At first it was not sexual, but as I grew up, sexual attraction became a part of it.

But the main part is, and always will be, that black women are a reminder of a safe place, shelter from the storm, a reminder of more positive possibilities.

And I don’t really seem to have a preference over one shade or another. From Naomi Campbell’s deep dark chocolate fudge all the way to Tamara Taylor’s sweet caramel, I love them all. I continue to be inspired by beautiful women of color.

Please feel free to comment or Tweet me @jonb1969. Peace, out. Namaste.

 

Memoirs of a Vampire’s Lover (Secret Life of a Housewife) Entry # 5

This week’s entry is a couple of days early since my scheduled date for my regular monthly blog is the eleventh and there’s a lot going on this weekend with Mother’s Day and a chat right here at Extasy. Be sure to join us May 12 at noon and chat with authors eager to meet their readers.

Now I will continue with my encounter with Booker.

You probably think you know what happened next–that we ripped each other’s clothes off and made wild, passionate love. This is where I run into conflict. Do I tell you the truth and risk someone passing this secret along to my husband? After all, he doesn’t really follow my activity very closely so he’d never know about Booker. Then again, if Den did in fact set this up, how far had they agreed to play this out? Is my longtime conventional husband suddenly longing for a kinky threesome? Could this be his way of setting the stage? Should I drop hints to my husband and do a little fishing on how much he knows? Or do I keep this delicious little secret what it is?

Okay, you’ve persuaded me, I will tell all and address my other issues as needed. If you recall, after the bite I was feeling very high and wanted more. Booker is like a dangerous drug. One bite and you’re hooked.

Other than mild lingering soreness in my neck where he’d bitten and a burning desire to attack him, I felt no adverse effects–at the time.  I had convinced myself that this was all a game and I was it, like Tag or Hide-and-Seek, someone must be the target (or victim) for the game to play on. If these two men were going to put me in the middle I’d happily agree to go the distance, being the adventurous woman that I am.

“You do know I am married, right?” I felt the need to clear the air as the haze began to lift from my mind.

He nodded while lying beside me, staring down with intense eyes. “That’s not a problem.”

“And I’m not leaving him.”

“Again…not a problem.” His smile revealed beautiful, straight white teeth. The fangs had completely receded.

I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. “I’m flying back to PA in the morning.”

“I know,” he said without a hint of reserve in his sexy voice. “I follow my destiny, looks like I will be taking a road trip.”

His words blew my mind. This man had literally stepped out of my novel or he’d been coached by someone who knew me extremely well. Though I write paranormal, even I have my limits as to what I believe so this reinforced my original theory about Den’s involvement and I began to feel more at ease.  Either way it felt like a win-win situation. Whether my favorite character had actually come to life or my clever husband had found the perfect man to fit the role, the benefits were mine. My marital status had not deterred him and he seemed okay with my pending departure. No pressure, just an ultra-cool demeanor that set my blood on fire.

As if reading my mind, he added in a deeply sensual, softly spoken tone, “You belong to me now, angel.”

“I do, huh?” I offered him a teasing smile. “Are you going to come rolling into my driveway on that mean Harley one day and take me for a ride?”

He let out an easy laugh, a light laugh laced with irony. “Reading my mind already? You truly did accept my bite wholeheartedly.”

I slanted him a curious look while my mind flashed back to our intimate exchange and everything came rushing in like a sudden dawning of understanding. I had accepted his bite and the kisses with astounding ease. I had even entertained making love to him. What next? I wondered. Will he want to make love? That peculiar mesmerized feeling began inching over me again as I stared back at him.

He lowered his head and brushed his lips along my cheek. “Are you ready to consummate  our union?”

Inwardly I gasped and tried to hide my shock by closing my eyes. He did read my mind! As if I had been here before but not, there was only one answer screaming through my mind. Yes! I wanted more than anything at that very moment to make love to this mysteriously irresistible hunk of male. I was already aching for more of his hot lips on mine and burning to feel skin on skin with him. I longed to bury my hands in that long gorgeous hair and wrap my legs around his waist as he pleasured me again and again. But could I do it? Should I? Were my inner thoughts on track or was I running amok lost in a wicked game of lust? The lines had become blurred.

Flutters filled my stomach. My body trembled with nervous tension. I opened my eyes and looked up at him–gazed into those shimmering depths of striking blue and gave him my answer…

Until next week,

Storm Savage

NightBrigade.wetpaint.com

 

 

 

 

Being Full Figured is Sexy

Happy Mother’s Day week! What does Mother’s Day have to do with being full figured? Well, what’s one of the biggest physical changes a woman’s body goes through during her lifetime if she has children? The way her body changes, and often stays changed.

Stretch marks, muscles that were cut during a Caesarian section, or simply a mom who puts everyone else’s needs first, and doesn’t always make time for herself will alter a body.

So here’s a shout out to the moms who might not feel comfortable wearing a bikini or crop top any longer. Five reasons you are hot, baby!

-You have curves like the ancient statues and paintings that are considered art.

-You can fill out a pair of jeans (no baggy-butt here)!

-You’re a fun date because you allow yourself to order something scrumptious. You and your guy taste each others’ food. Sharing food is HOT! Yeah, the salads with no dressing might be healthy, but the chicken wings and pasta are goooood. Bonus: if you leave some hot sauce on your mouth, he’ll have to reach over and touch your lips.

-Nobody mistakes you for a boy from behind.

-Look in the mirror. See? I told you that you were hot.

Still need more to convince you that plus-sized ladies rock? Check out this post:

Ten Incredibly Hot Women Who Are Larger Than A Size 12 http://www.oddee.com/item_98119.aspx

Thanks for stopping by, and remember to love yourself and your beautiful body. My upcoming release BIRTHDAY THREESOME, features a heroine who struggles with body image.

Jolene

Jolene Beauchamp is a best-selling author of erotic romance and erotica. When she’s not writing or reading, she can often be found hiking with her husband, mountain climbing, and generally spending time outdoors in the sunshine. She hopes her stories take readers on a heartfelt journey to a fantasy land where sexy, strong men and resilient, empowered women experience desire, excitement, and pleasure.

Her book TRIPLE HEAT is available now and her upcoming story BIRTHDAY THREESOME will release on June 1st from eXtasy Books. http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product%2Fsearch&keyword=jolene+beauchamp

 

 

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