Friday, February 20, 2009

Excerpt from the Novel

***This is a pieced together segment from the beginning - additional characters removed so the excerpt makes sense out of context here***

Good, the coast was clear. Wiping her slightly damp hands against her thighs, Lexie snatched the book off the shelf in front of her. She anxiously checked once more to make sure no one had noticed. It would be bad enough if someone caught her lurking in the romance aisle of the bookstore. She would die of humiliation if anyone saw the book she had clutched to her breast. Attempting to look casual she quickly slinked out of the aisle, making a beeline for the coffee shop section of the bookstore. The new store, Scribbles, was decorated in funky bright colors, with bold colorful art on the walls. Comfortable looking sofas were scattered in strategic places for patrons to relax and enjoy their book de jour. Retro 80’s music walked like an Egyptian in her ears as she settled into a chair in the coffee shop. She made sure her back was to the wall so she could keep a wary eye on anyone approaching. With her luck her boss or co-workers would miraculously pop out of nowhere and catch her red handed with her guilty secret. They would think she was pathetic. A middle-aged divorcee getting her cheap thrills from spicy hot romance books. It wasn’t just any type of romance either. Her passion was for erotica that featured lurid covers. She stroked a finger across the front of her book and smiled to herself. Those uptight women would probably swoon with one hand pressed dramatically to their foreheads if they saw exactly what she was reading. Snickering to herself at her silly thoughts, Lexie opened the book by one of her favorite erotica authors before glancing around once more to ensure no one was watching her.

            She was so focused on looking out for co-workers she didn’t noticed the man behind the coffee bar staring at her intently, a slightly bemused smile on his face. Nor did she see the exotic looking woman on a fuchsia sofa, watching both her and the coffee man. Cracking open the book Lexie slipped away from everything, including her embarrassment and her surroundings as she stepped into another world.

Lexie barely noticed as her glasses slipped down her nose again. The book,
Kinkalicious, was making her break out in a light sweat. She unconsciously fanned her face before pushing her glasses back up her nose.

            He bent her forward, gently pressing her head firmly down so that her cheek rested against the bed sheet, her ass raised in the air. She wiggled it slightly until a solid smack of his hand burned one cheek with thrilling heat. She instantly stilled, waiting for whatever he wanted to do to her. Her breath came out in short little pants as her excitement wound tighter, waiting. After several minutes of letting her simmer in anticipation, he pulled both her hands behind her back and wrapped what felt like velvet cord around them. Binding her. Tying her in place with more than just the cord. Her panting accelerated as her excitement grew. Her cunt swelled, moisture sliding down the inside of her thighs, begging for attention.

            “Shhhh,” he whispered in her ear, “take a few deep breathes for me. Breathe sweetheart.”

            He slapped her other ass cheek when she didn’t comply fast enough. She gasped and gulped for air, struggling to regain control of herself. Deep breath in, blow it out. She finally stopped panting, breathing in and out deeply as instructed. He stroked her slightly tender ass in reward, the caress of his fingers calming her even more.

            “Are you ready for me sweetheart? Are you ready for me to fuck you hard and fast?”

            She nodded frantically, moaning lowly as she felt the head of his cock teasing her pussy, stroking up, down and around along the edge of where she desperately needed him.

            “Please, please! I need you now!” she gasped, pushed back with her ass, trying to force him to take that last step and thrust into her.

            “Ah-ah!” he growled, smacking her ass with one hand in a swift hard slap.

            She sighed and pressed her cheek harder against the bed, holding herself as still as possible. Then cried aloud as he pushed his cock into her hard with one fast stroke.

            “Coffee?” a voice asked from above Lexie.

            Squeaking in surprise and slamming the book closed and cover down, Lexie looked up … way, way up, then blinked several times at the vision standing beside her.

             “Sorry? What?” she mumbled, her face flaming as red as her hair as she stared with wide, surprised eyes.

            “Would you like a cup of coffee? Actually it’s a Death by Mocha latte,” the young man grinned, thrusting a steaming cup in her direction.

            Lexie sat frozen. The man hovering over her was gorgeous with dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. His long lean legs were encased in sinfully snug blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt hugged wide shoulders that blocked the rest of the world from her view. His lips looked soft on a mouth that was quirked in a crooked grin. But it was his eyes that had her fascinated. They were such a light brown that they appeared amber and held a wicked twinkle as he stared back at her.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Lakota Needs.... her head examined for doing this meme

Tony Mason tagged me with this one...
  1. Lakota needs to make noise
  2. Lakota needs Your Help
  3. Lakota needs volunteers
  4. Lakota needs your number
  5. Lakota needs to construct certain improvements
  6. Lakota needs to improve
  8. Lakota needs to transfer to another prison
  9. Lakota needs to be in on the discussion
  10. Lakota needs board members who are deeply invested
  11. Lakota needs every one of us
  12. Lakota needs a couple of coats
  13. Lakota needs YOU
  14. Lakota needs help financially
  15. Lakota needs all the Prayers and thoughts possible
  16. Lakota needs to be protected from us
  17. Lakota (NEEDS TO GO SOON!)
  18. Lakota needs surgery to remove bone
  19. Lakota needs urgent adoption
  20. Lakota needs faithful pal
  21. Lakota needs Lakota
  22. Lakota needs a little religious instruction
  23. Lakota needs and practices.

Heeheee - some of these... funny. Not so funny: 75% of the listings were: "lakota needs help"

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

new photo play site

Johnny Dam, host of LAradio...
the composition was too much to resist.

And then of course Rebecca makes for a great Warhol. :P

ummm... right.... back to work.
bad Kota. Bad. Bad. Bad. :P

oh screw it. i can't get the photos and text to line up.

stoopid blogger. grrrr.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Disconnected stuff & Birthday Wishes

Valentine's Day is over.
Oh thank Goddess! To be fair now, I have to confess to having enjoyed the nicest V-day in years...and years. Yeah, yeah - sad. Shaddup.
There was an abundance of virtual flowers, virtual candies (tasty and no calories) and cards from friends. Enough to make a girl blush and feel special. No, not short bus special, you hecklers.
I even got flowers (that i didn't buy myself) and earrings (that i didn't buy myself) and books (that i did buy myself) and the most important thing of all... a new coffee maker! Hey, I bought it on valentine's so it counts.

But along with valentine's came the following annoying phenomenon... a significant rise in the number of people who feel compelled to tell me that I "need a boyfriend." AUGGGHHH! Unlike Valentine's, it apparently doesn't end after a single day of "sharing the love." Friday, two clients told me a i should get myself a guy. Saturday, I was off the hook as everyone scrambled to meet the expectations of their own love lives. Sunday, my sister told me i need to think about dating and a friend mentioned that I need a boyfriend. Today, another friend mentioned I should go and find myself a boyfriend to "help out." I have high hopes this lurv pimping obsession passes quickly. Surely there has to be more interesting things people can be pondering besides my personal life. Navel lint comes to mind.

Patting Myself on the Head
Writing is coming along nicely. I've been very good and hitting the keyboard with regularity again. Back on track for wrapping up book one and jumping back into book two, while also working on several short stories that were started and never finished. I'm also working on sketches for some paintings. Disgustingly productive. Ain't it great! ~beaming~
Ooohh and I was invited to submit a photograph for consideration in an exhibition at one of the major museums in the south. Whoot! So i'm scrambling to come up with a suitable concept and setup the shoot.

When is a lot too much?
I was amused this morning when i posted a custom-made birthday card for a friend on Facebook, and it was promptly buried in the flood of birthday wishes that hit her page. Rebecca has over 3000 Facebook friends and I think every single one of them showed up to wish her happy birthday! LOL! It'll take the wench years to dig thru all the messages. So in case she pops over here, I'm shouting out "HAPPY BIRTHDAY WICKED WENCH BECCA!!!" And stealing one of the photos of her as the valentine image for this post. Heeheee.

Kota on the Air This THURSDAY
It's official, I'll be on the air with Johnny Dam at this Thursday 2:30pm PST / 5:30pm EST / 10:30pm GMT /9:30am (fri.)Sydney Time. We'll be talking about the current situation/state of Arts in America. Keep your fingers crossed I don't end up sounding like a total idiot.

Muwah! Hope everyone had a wonderful V-day and didn't get an arrow in the ass from that fat kid cupid.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Ex-squeeze me?

Sometimes it is a pain in the tushie to be me, but honestly most of the time it is a freakin riot. 
Long time friends are familiar with how freaky bizarre and funny my world can be. 

Stuff HAPPENS in Kotaland that just doesn't happen to "normal" people. 
(Case in point - the dreadful escalator incident causing me to flash my bare butt at a thousand people.)

Is it because i typically tend to view things with a humorous eye... or am i really the butt-end of a universal joke. I truly suspect ignorance is bliss.

It's not always ME though. Sometimes people say completely bizarre things to me. Last week, while developing a nice case of carpal tunnel syndrome from pouring two cases of a "delightful riesling that is the most popular wine in the city right now" i was approached by a gentleman for his third or fourth, maybe even fifth glass. Understandable since at winetastings you get about three drops of wine before being herded toward the next wine station. 
Smiling at him as i poured him another glass of the "delightful riesling that is the most popular wine in the city" (it made me gag when i tried it) I commented, "you seem to be enjoying this particular wine." He smiled back and said "I could care less about the wine. I'm only over here because you're pouring it. I noticed everyone likes YOU pouring their wine." He winked at me. 
Oye. Ewww.
My pithy response to his suave pass: "Uhhh... ummm... yeah that's nice."
Gah. Where was my brilliant comeback when i needed it? 

Sometimes people DO really odd things in my world. This will be one of my favorites for years to come. There is an old, on-going joke about what exactly Scotsmen wear under their kilts. I had the opportunity of finding out what an entire regiment of scottish pipers had under theirs. In January I had a grueling 6 hours photoshoot during a special event. Part of the evening's entertainment included several spectacular performances by the bagpipers. (Love me some bagpiping.)  During an intermission I slipped outside to the hotel's park to get some fresh air. I sat on a park bench and listened with amusement as several older women descended in a flirtatious pack upon a handsome young man, who had also come outside for a break. (He told me afterwards that 80 year old women always do that to him where ever he goes. Heh.)

I was distracted from the banter by movement in one of the hotel's meeting rooms surrounding the park. The rooms had ceiling to floor windows with curtains thrown wide open, providing a glass wall into the room. The bagpipers were milling about and as i watched, they all began whipping off their kilts.  Mouth hanging open, I stared. Noticing my expression one of the women asked me what i was doing. Her group was positioned so they couldn't see into the room. 

I grinned at her then said, "I'm finding out what scotsmen have under their kilts." 

"And what would that be dear?" she asked, apparently still more enthralled with the hottie she had cornered than the answer to an eternal question.

"Plaid boxers." I solemnly responded.
"That's nice," she remarked before dismissing me and batting her eyelashes at her prey.

Okay. So I'm the only one who has pondered at length what lurked under the kilts of the brawny Scots.  Shrugging, I continued to enjoy the view of a roomful of men prancing around in their boxers until it was time to return to the event. Either they couldn't see out of the room and had no idea they were being watched, or they were enjoying a little exhibitionism. Either way it was definitely my favorite portion of the evening's entertainment.


Rho sent me this.... LMAO!



If I like it, it's mine.

If it's in my mouth, it's mine.

If I can take it from you, it's mine.

If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.

If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.

If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.

If it just looks like mine, it's mine.

If I saw it first, it's mine.

If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.

If it's broken, it's yours.

Courtesy of John Braden & Tundra Shepherd Rescue

Monday, February 2, 2009

EEEK - spanking line starts HERE

Sorry - sorry - i swear it's not that i don't love y'all! I've been tied up with working, writing and receiving awards. Pretty much in that order.
I'm waiting to receive a copy of the pic of me and allllll my trophies and will post it here. LOL!

I've been asked to be on LATalkRadio by Johhny Dam (courtesy of Miz Andel mentioning my name) - wondering if i do it , how many people would actually tune in to listen to me? I mean, why would you? And if you would, let me know. Will help me decide for sure, although I am leaning towards doing it.

Backlog of posts to catchup on for you including Anya's book pimpage, the story about the troop of scottish bagpipers who dropped their kilts in front of me last month and possibly some new poetry.

Oh and maybe an exerpt from the new story i'm working on. :D
Kisses to all of you and now that i'm all caught up on my meds and stable again, you'll be hearing from me more often. Kidding! About the meds - not the hearing from me. :P


ps - Question, anyone else here fucking hate valentines?