March 5th! Alternative Lifestyle Expo!!!

Where am I going to be March 5th? Come join Stella Price, D Renee Bagby, PJ Schneider, Judi Fennell, Robert Roman and many others as we take on Philly and leave that effin town Red and Glowing!

http://www.alternativelivingexpo.com/

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4 Hearts for Alien! *g* SQUEE!!!

Yeah! Praise for Alien! Go baby! *g*

I was laughing hysterically when I first started this story from author Stephanie Burke. It’s a hot and sexy fun read that will leave you wishing your significant other was home for a “lunch” break

http://loveromancesandmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-not-to-date-alien-by-stephanie.html

Flash, grinning like a loon

I’m alive… so kill me!

Hey all. I survived the treatment and am left with the aftermath and spoils of war. Mainly…pain.
I am not talking about your average everyday pain that makes it hard to function.
I am talking manly-man, strike when you least expect it, let my make your great grand children feel this kind of pain.
Think I’m joking? Let me dissuade you of that notion.

I had a surgical procedure done because of my repeating UTI and this stupid Nail Patella Syndrome.

Oh yea, Hmmm… I’d better explain. I have discovered that I have a very rare and exotic genetic disease. Yup, disease. Nothing can be done to correct it or alleviate it. You got it or you don’t and there is very little research about it cause it hits like one in a flippin million something. Aren’t I the lucky one? They just treat the symptoms. Among them are lack of fingernails (Finally an explanation for that), bad joints, bad knees, bad eyesight, bad kidneys, and apparently a lot of pain. Like I notice it after this ling time, but that helps with my high tolerance for agony. Hey, been married for close to 17 years and no one has died yet! Yeah for tolerance! LOL But htey tell me in years to come, i am eligible for medicinal mary-jane. Is that good or bad, cause its not much of a consulation prize. snicker

But enough about that. Let’s talk kidneys.

Okay, a few years ago the word was I nearly died because I was misdiagnosed with kidney stones…a lot of them. So many that they couldn’t count them all. Which led to a lot of complications including some hemoraging, a lot of nausea, some dehydration and a lot of other crap.

Enter a last month. I got hit with a UTI and I didn’t notice until I was peeing blood. Not good. Renee Bagby yelled at me and told me to go to the ER right then and not wait until the next day. She was mean and hurt my feelings, sniffle, and screamed that I have a chronic insensitivity to pain. But that didn’t stop the pain in my heart…. Not buying that? Damm. Okay. I noticed the blood thing, kind of hard to miss that, and told Renee about it and and decided taht she was right. I had better not wait until morning. Results, a long time in the ER and a major scropt for antibiotics.OMG, the PAIN! It hurts! It hurts! It hurt enough to make me bring a pillow to bite every time I had to take a piss! WAAAA!!!!! Took my course and all was well. *g* Not!

I went a few weeks and started having pain again. I go back to the ER after a grueling day of court (Fricking Robo Cop the State Trooper gave me a ticket for crossing the white lines on the highway in an attempt to avoid an accident. I mean he had 104 people there! Even the judge was annoyed with him! And did he tell me about the bald tires on the back of my truck after spending a great deal of time staring at them? No! And he was such a dick=weed! Called me a liar to my face when i explained what happened. FUCKING ASSHOLE OF A JERK!!!!! But you can;t call them that. Talk about grin and bear it form the rude jackass! I swear, some state troopers and state troopers because they couldn’t make it as cops cause they failed the Psyche evaluations for Napoleon Complex!), I went back to the ER and spent the whole night there getting all kinds of neat drugs and antibiotics in my IV and all kinds of CT scans and x-rays. UTI was back and heading for my kidneys.

Not cool and very painful.

Another course of Anti’s and then off to the primary who demanded I get a ECG of my heart (I keep forgetting that I have a heart murmur) urologist who insisted (stupid Nail Patela) I get more scans and go thought a surgical procedure, a cystotomy, (yeah, I mis spelled it), and a dilation of my urethra tubing.

In short, he took a hawking huge scope, ran it up my urethra, stratced out all the tubes, journeyed into my bladder to look for stuff, took cultures, and the ventured forth to the kidneys.

They put me to sleep. They had too. I would have passed out or tired to strap them down and do the same to them!

But the RN was a great flabotomist, I never felt the pinches of the IV going in. THe OR crew were great! They were all book readers! I was getting drugged up by my anesthesiologist and discussing Ann Rice and why we hate The Twilight series, and pushing some Changeling and Loose ID books I have out and some older RR and EC stuff too. I think I attempted to hand out buttons before I realized that I was on a table and my rolling bag of fun was home. It was sad, really. And that’s when I noticed the red/brown stains on the ceiling above the table. I found it odd that tere were aleays stains on the ceiling above the operating table and no one knew where they came from. The crew agreed with me and we were all staring up at the ceiling when my urologist came in (he’s so friggin cool its ridiculous), pinched my nose, told me that I was a cutie and started asking the crew where his scope had disappeared to. They couldn’t; find it and they were worried because they didn’t want to use the really big one on me….

And then someone was trying to wake me up.

And then Den was badgering me to wake up. And I was cold and there were crackers being shoved in my face. Really, crackers. But I was so out of it, I tod them that I already had a big cracker, Den! But I caught myself. She was offering graham crackers… Den with a summer tan and this was clearly still winter because I was cold and why was she laughing at me?

And then nothing.

And then Den forcing cranberry juice down my throat so I could gain enough awareness to get dressed.

And then a daze until my awesome urologist popped back in to inform me that this was a condition named something that I can’t remember and that it would return, necessitating another trip to the OR in my future. And because I am a female, no shunt would stay in place to keep my urethra open…like with a man. WAAAA!!!!! Good thing he is so awesome otherwise I would have cried cause the pain meds wore off.

And then there was that torturous trip ti the potty where I made Den hold my hand….

I have a new torture device that not even Torquemada at his most positively devilish most fiendish times could have pulled from teh cesspool of his mind. Urinating after this procedure without any pain meds and passing blood clots.

Tremble in fear all thee who read this. There is nothing like the ray burning lingering pain of this act after this procedure.

ANd then I get some pain meds when Den practically carried me back to my bed.

And then a 45 minuet nap while I waited fro Den to remake I mean, retrieve the car, and my mommy tucking me in….ACK! My bedrooom is a mess too! Mommy saw that! She is going to yell later… sniffle.

And the pain never stops! My abdomen is on fire, I need someone to go potty wiht me to stop me from beating my head against the sink, and I have to drink more water, about a gallon a day, which just makes me have to go more often.

I am still passing blood and clots, and muffled screams of agony. I am barely walking upright can’t lay on my stomach, not even getting into the pitof hell fire that my lower abdomen has become, and this pain will last for days. Sniffle

Okay, so some fun facts… there may be a test later

1) I am now officially a laundry list of medical mysteries! It confuses doctors and makes PA’s run to look up conditions that hey have never head of before

2) Parking garages should not have uncovered roofs when the patients there have sadly dropped weight to the 114 mark and don;t have kite strings tied to their legs. I almost blew off the damn roof!

3) Mom, indeed, is already up on all the latest sexual positioning, In fact, she had her doctor verify some stuff while I was in surgery and they gave her pain killers if she strained the new knee too badly. Whimper.

4) When it is busy and people suck, your RN’s really appreciate a joke or two and some conversation that is lighthearted. That way they won;t drop you or stick your IV in uncomfortable places. *g*

5) I am dizzy and kind of high as I write this.

6) I will not be posting the Hump Day Hump… Instead i will include a laundry list of hot guys and gals who are having a better time than I am.

7)the full poem to cross my heart and hope to die is here…http://www.4degreez.com/poetry/14262/1030850564.html
Darn those middle ages and their way of creating children poetry!

8) this post was way too long! 8g*

Luvs ya all!

Flash…and now Girls and guys on trampolines….well, here are some yummy photos.


Have You Been Flashed

Stephanie Burke
TheFlashcat.Net
Flamekeeper@yahoogroups.com

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from Stephanie Burke

4 Nymphs for my M/M How Not to Date a Fae… Thanks Literary Nymphs!!!

See me tickled pink! WOO HOO! Some one liked me, they really did! *g*

How Not to Date a Fae is an intriguing romance interwoven with humor, magic and conflict. The storyline implies sexual activities are considered to have the same power as a religious experience in some cultures.

See more at…

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-not-to-date-fae.html?zx=712da2320a97827

Flash, grinning happily!

Have You Been Flashed?

Stephanie Burke
TheFlashcat.Net
Flamekeeper@yahoogroups.com

It;s the Hump Day Hump! Ninja vs Pirate 6 NC 17 F/M/F…

I missed you all last week… Hospital and all. But here is your Hump Day Hump! Opal and Liza are not done toying, snicker, with Jay. He was a bad boy, but did he deserve this?! Well, maybe he wasn’t good enough to deserve this either….. LOL

 

Flash

 

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Part the sixth

“Fuck!”

 

The words tore from Jay’s mouth, and Liza let a low nasty cuckle roll form her throat.

 

He was bucking like a stallion, flopping like a fish, and Liza was very amused.

 

Her finger was burrined up to the sexond knuckle in his ass, pressing agasint his hot button, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

 

Opal was doing her job, holding him in place, muffling most of his protests with her hot sweet pussy…

 

Oh yeah, Liza thought. I went there. It was probably one of the reasons she and Opal were trying to beat the shit out of each other.

 

Their love affair, while hot and sweet, was not enough to stop the backstabbing that went on for want of a good job.

 

Money trumps sex any day.

 

And now, here she was, this bad little boy dancing on her finger like a meat puppet, his hard cock swaying in the breeze, and her favorite female fuck riding his face like he was a bucking bronco.

 

Life might not always be good, but it was good now.

 

“Poor bad little boy,” she muttered, jabbing her finger hard against his hot button, surprised when he didn’t just explode right then and there. Most men did, it you hit their prostrate just right the first time it was touched…. Or maybe it wasn’t the first time.

 

“Oh, he tongues harder when you do that,” Opal nodded in approval. “DO it again.”

 

Disregarding the fact that it was an order, Liza indeed again applied direct pressure to his prostrate.

 

Opal squealed in delight and Liza’s eyes were drawn to the thick erection, purpling in its delayed release, and dripping long strands of clear pre cum.

 

“Cowper’s fluid,” Liza whispered, leaning over and speaking so that the soft wisps of her breath caressed his aching cock, cooling he heated fluid that flowed from the head. “It means you are starting to have a really good time, boy.”

 

Her tongue lashed out and ran along the sides of his cock, tasting his salty sweetness combined with the taste of the flavored condom she had been using.

 

“Mmm,” he purred, then sucked the head into her mouth.

 

“Fuuuuuck,” he growled, his voice muffled by Opal’s body, but the word was easy to understand.

 

“Is he good?”

 

Liza looked up, the head of his cock still in her mouth, and examined the sweating face of Opal.

 

The bitch was damn near glowing. She probably came a few times, but the stoic bitch would never let on. She was all about controlling her emotion, even to the point of not giving much to her lovers.

 

But she was hot for cock.

 

Liza pulled off enough to whisper, “Like strawberries, Opal.”

 

Eyes narrowing, Opal licked her bottom lips, leaving a sheen of slick wetness there.

Then she began to crawl forward, her supple body bending down, her small firm breasts with her hard nipples running down Jay’s chest as she drew closer to her goal.

 

From where she was sitting, Liza could see Opal’s small pert ass rise up as she kept her pussy settled firmly over Jay’s face.

 

But giving an enticing view was not her goal. She wanted to taste some dick.

 

“Share,” she whispered and Liza took her free hand to the base of Jay’s cock, holding it upright and steady.

 

Their tongues tangled as they began to lick together, lapping up his sweet precum, their tinges tangling against one another as they shared the state of passion they drew from the prone man.

 

Jay as moaning and gasping, the room was filled with their lapping and sucking as they chased the head of his cock from mouth to mouth, painting it with licks and laps, and tiny little bites.

 

“He is good,” Opal agreed, pulling back, before she dove down again, this time shoving her tongue directly into Liza’s mouth. “Better with the taste of you.”

 

Liza grunted her agreement, taking over the kiss, slamming her own tongue deep into Opal’s mouth, dancing along her teeth, tickling the roof of her mouth until she submitted to the kiss.

 

Then Jay was jerking, his cock swelling further as he prepared to unload.

 

But Liza pulled back.

 

“Oh I don’t think so, you bad, bad boy. You have to pay for making our fight your one-man peep show. You haven’t been fucked yet,” she slid another finger into his ass and Jay squealed, bucking up at her actions. His thighs were trembling, sweat was pouring off of him, and he was turning his head to the side gasp for breath.

 

He was almost ready.

 

Liza groped for her bag, thankful that it was near her on the floor. Still working his ass open with two fingers, she dumped the contents on the floor groping for something.

 

“Here it is,” she muttered and Opal began to chuckle.

 

Jay had turned his head to the side enough to was Liza was holding, and both women laughed as he jerked in fear.

 

In Liza’s hand was a cherry red, textured, five inch, four finger’s thick, osculating vibrator…with a tiny kitty on top.