Excerpt: True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks

True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks
Introduction: True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks
Twenty-eight year old Kennedy Logan is gorgeous, educated, talented, and in love. Unfortunately, Drake Collins has other ideas about the true state of their relationship. Kennedy hopes to turn him around; Drake just wants to turn her out sexually. Kennedy is also searching for her biological mother, who gave her up at birth. She wants answers and she has tons of questions. The enormous weight of these predicaments leads to a failed suicide attempt.
Her overprotective and overbearing mother, Dorothy Logan, moves in with Kennedy and makes it her mission to get her daughter’s life back in order. The first step is getting rid of Drake Collins once and for all, but that’s easier said than done. Drake has no intentions of going anywhere. Kennedy’s ever loyal and fun-loving best friend, Taylor, and her absentee father join forces to help support Kennedy in her time of need.
At her psychiatrist’s advice, Kennedy uses writing as her therapy. She starts to keep a daily journal detailing the erotic circumstances and family drama that led up to her despair. Through very personal, funny, and graphic entries, readers will share her confessions. Brace yourselves for a very steamy journey!
Prologue True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks
 My reality is surreal and happens in super, slow motion. A nervous giggle escapes my chapped, dry and parched lips. I lick them to restore moisture. Then, there is utter, deadly silence. If I listen closely, I can hear my heartbeat beating away at an accelerated pace. My senses are heightened and I marvel over the brilliant, bold colors of my bedroom as I inhale my favorite fragrances, from their spot on my antique dresser, colliding into one another with their potent allure. Even my sense of touch is different somehow. Everything is magnified to the nth degree. It’s like I’m looking down at myself from a huge movie screen with surround sound as I ready myself for the big finale—the final shot and then fade to black.
I’ve never been good at saying goodbye, even on short, weekend trips. I keep the handwritten note short and sweet and pray to God that mother will understand, and hopefully, one day, forgive me.
I don’t mean to hurt her or cause her any fresh pain. I sincerely don’t. I hope she understands that this isn’t her fault, that I love her with all my heart and being. No matter what, that fact will never change. I’m so thankful and forever grateful that she chose me to be her daughter out of all the orphaned babies in the world. She chose me. I told myself over and over again that that made me special. I needed to feel special instead of unwanted and discarded.
I’ll miss mother the most, but the hurt I feel inside is too unbearable and indescribable. It is too painful for me to continue, day in and day out, with just a hollow emptiness that erodes and corrupts any happiness that briefly surfaces. The dawn of each new day only brings me more heartache and renewed memories. Some memories are like leeches. They latch on for dear life and slowly, ever so slowly, suck and drain all the blood, all the living out of you. You are left with just a shell of the old you and that’s no way to survive. Not for me, anyway.
When they find me, I want it to look like I’m sleeping, peacefully. Just like Sleeping Beauty who only needed a handsome prince to kiss her and awaken her from the darkness that engulfed her. However, for me, there won’t be a handsome, charming prince to wake me, save me, and ride off into eternity. All my so-called princes were monsters in disguise with their own hidden agendas that attempted to crush and stamp out my self-esteem. Yes, just blessed sleep awaits me.
I chose pills. I couldn’t subject mother to a messy, bloody scene that comes with slitting one’s wrists or shooting one’s self. I refuse to take my final breath with that heavy on my heart. I don’t think my heart could handle anything else weighing against it. As it is, I feel like I have three hundred pounds weighing me down. Crushing the life out of me.
As I settle myself comfortably on my queen-size bed, slowly pull the red, satin comforter up to my chin and stare at the full bottle of prescription pills carefully nestled in my right hand, I can’t imagine not waking up in the morning.
What will it be like to not see the rising sun? To not hear my alarm clock going off announcing it’s time to get ready for another day of work? Not hitting snooze to give myself another fifteen minutes? Not rushing to finish my morning rituals before I dash out the door and into rush-hour traffic? What will that feel like?
More important to me now, though, is will it hurt? I hope not. I have never been able to tolerate too much pain, physical, mental or emotional. Yet, that’s what Drake has caused me for the last year of my life. Pain. Intolerable suffering.
 I only wanted to love him and for him to love me in return. Simple enough. Was that asking too much? My part of the equation was accomplished, effortless. Drake claimed he loved me, but he really didn’t. Probably never could. Didn’t know how to love or receive it. After what happened last week, I know he didn’t. Yet, I gave him everything: my heart, my body, my soul. Now, I have nothing left to give myself. I’m empty inside.
As tears slowly flood my weary eyes and blur my vision, I look around my cozy bedroom for the last time. Ever. It used to be one of my favorite rooms in my small two bedroom, one bath apartment. There was nothing better than lighting several fragrant candles, drinking a little white wine and cozying up with a good romance novel. Yes, that was heaven. Simple things excite me. Always have. Watching a sunrise or sunset, waking up to birds chirping in the treetops, walking hand in hand through the park with the one I love, all these things brought me great joy.
Mother will have to understand. I left her a note, propped up on the nightstand, in full view, that explains how much I love her and daddy. What will she think when she can’t reach me tonight? I would love to hear her soothing, loving voice one last time. Yet, I know I wouldn’t be able to go through with my plan if I did. I’d give away my intentions over the phone or mother would pick up on my foul mood and that would be that. I’d wake up another day with this aching, dull pain inside, tearing me apart, bit-by-bit. Pain that dulls and diminishes every ounce of my strength, all the way down to my pores.
Drake Collins. His name leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. Just the thought of him brings bile to the back of my throat. I will forever regret the day I met that man. If I could turn back the hands of time, do it all over again, I would have called in sick that day or run for the hills. I was just fine with my life the way it was. Sure, it wasn’t exciting or glamorous, but it was enough for me. Drake came with the charm, movie star looks, glitz and high drama and reeled me right in like a bass caught at sea. I gladly jumped into his net.
I say a silent prayer of forgiveness as I place one, then two colorful pills on my tongue and swallow dry. I didn’t think of getting a glass of water. I can’t think. The lump in my throat quickly diminishes. There’s no turning back now. Just like there was no turning back when Drake turned me out. The countdown begins.  Ten, nine, eight. . . I’ve lived a happy life. I have tons of good memories. I’ve treated others the way I wanted to be treated.
I hope this happens quickly. I steadfastly place three, four pills on my tongue and swallow again. Hot tears start to spill forth and stream down my cheeks as I realize the final result of my actions. Seven, six, five. . . It’s for the best. I need to stop the pain. Will he even miss me? Or will he just move on to his next victim? Will all this be in vain?
I guess I’ll never have that family now. The one I used to daydream and write about in my journal. The family with the almost perfect mommy and daddy and two kids, a boy and girl. The boy would be the oldest, and he’d look out for and protect his younger sister. They’d have cute, adorable names and they’d know they were wanted and loved and cherished by their parents. They’d never feel unwanted.
Four, three. . . I swallow a handful of pills this time. I’ve lost count as to how many I’ve digested. As spittle escapes from my mouth, I gag. I wipe the overflow away with the back of my hand and keep right on shoving pills in my mouth until the orange-brown medicine bottle is empty. I look inside, in awe, shake the bottle, and can’t believe the pills are gone so quickly. Just like the illusion of love. If you blink, you’ll miss it.
I wonder if Drake even realizes how much I loved him? Now, I wait for blessed relief and peace to take away my hurt and pain. I’m so tired. Tired of loving the wrong men. Tired of giving my all, coming up empty, and getting absolutely nothing back in return. Good sex isn’t the end all to everything. Drake taught me that lesson.
Two, one. . . It won’t be long now. I faintly smile and lay back against my down pillow.
I welcome peace. In my mind, I start silently repeating Psalms 23. I shall walk through the valley of death; I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me. I’m so sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open. I can feel myself giving in to the fog that slowly invades my mind. Maybe if I close my eyes for a few moments. Yeah, just rest them for a few minutes without seeing Drake’s face behind my heavy eyelids.
Suddenly, I feel lightheaded, like I’m floating on a big, fluffy white cloud, bouncing up and down, giddy with not a care in the world. This is a different sensation that I literally reach out my right hand to embrace and never let go of. Not a care in the world. Nothing matters but blessed, uneventful sleep. I close my tired, weary eyes as the countdown ends. Fade to black.
True Confessions by Electa Rome Parks
ISBN-10: 1601622392
ISBN-13: 978-1601622396
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About the Author
Electa Rome Parks lives outside Atlanta, Georgia and is the best-selling author of six acclaimed novels, The Ties That Bind, Loose Ends, Almost Doesn’t Count, Ladies’ Night Out, These Are My Confessions (anthology) and Diary of a Stalker. Dubbed a “book club favorite,” avid readers have embraced Electa’s true to life characters that tackle prevalent and heavy hitting issues that take them on an emotional roller coaster.
The self-proclaimed Queen of Real, Electa has been a frequent guest on radio shows, nominated for many industry awards and interviewed by numerous newspapers and national magazines. Electa is currently following her passion and working on her next novel and first screenplay.
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Book Intro: Chocolate High by Mika Barnes

Meet Author Mika (Barnes)
Chocolate High is Mika’s debut novel. She resides in South Florida with her family. She received her Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration from Northwood University and her M.B.A. from Nova Southeastern University. She is currently hard at work on her next project. For the latest news on Mika, please visit http://www.mikabarnes.com

Book Intro: Chocolate High by Mika Barnes
How do you say goodbye to the one you love? Is this even an option when you’ve invested your body, mind, and soul into your relationship? Charisse Farrell is a successful, beautiful corporate attorney who has it all, but when the love of her life David Richards betrays her, she has to reevaluate her future. Tempted by the desire to love again and her need for revenge Charisse is haunted by a demon from her past that turns her life upside down. When love knocks her down, Charisse has to get back up fighting. Fighting for love.

Read the First Chapter Excerpt here: http://www.docstoc.com/docs/document-preview.aspx?doc_id=42496404

Q:: Introduce us to your main characters. Who are your favorites and why?
A:: My main characters are Charisse Farrell and David Richards, your modern day perfect couple in appearances. She is a beautiful, successful corporate attorney and he is a handsome, strapping CEO of his own financial firm. They were best friends growing up who loved each other for as long as they could remember, but now giving their relationship a try isn’t as easy as they thought it would be. Charisse is torn after David’s betrayal. David, on the other hand, doesn’t feel his betrayal was severe enough to jeopardize their relationship.

My favorite characters are actually the supporting characters: Terry Wright, because he epitomizes the true definition of a good man, and Kyla Donaldson, Charisse’s best friend, because she keeps you laughing with her over-the-top personality and all-about-me swagger.

Q:: Take us inside Chocolate High. What are two major events taking place?
A:: The first major event is when Charisse finds out that David has betrayed her. The second explores what extreme a woman will go to get her man.

Q:: What makes you powerful as a person and a writer?
A:: I’ve always been a person with something to say. Moreover, the purpose of my message has changed the lives of many within my community. I am only one person but I understand my actions can effect positive change. I pay it forward as often as possible and I try to reflect this same philosophy through my writing. Yes, it’s drama in my writing but there is also a message for the reader to walk away with. The general premise of my writing is: Sometimes you have to go through something to get something.

Q:: Who are your mentors? Where do you find your inspiration?
A:: Jessica Tilles has been an invaluable mentor throughout this process. A lot of times in this industry other authors or industry insiders aren’t willing to share what they’ve learned in their journey, but Jess was the exact opposite. Her guidance exposed me to the business without the high-priced lessons a mistake can cost you. My Mom, a gifted writer in her own right has also been my mentor and biggest supporter from day one. Watching her craft a story or poem has inspired me to strive to create great stories and memorable characters.

I find inspiration in everyday life. Everyone has a story to tell and I try to breathe that life into every character that graces the pages of my book. I always try to put a twist or something extra special into my characters to remind my readers of people they know or have met in passing or in their own lives. Creating this connection is inspiring.

Q:: Ultimately, what do you want readers to gain from Chocolate High?
A:: I want my readers to understand their “self-worth.” This is important because before a person can tackle relationship issues or any issue affecting their life, they must know and understand their true worth. Having this understanding sets the limits to what we will and won’t tolerate in a relationship. It’s okay to let go. Society has us so convinced that it’s better to have a piece of something than nothing at all, so it seems at times in relationships we lose the true essence of who we are as a person to hold on to a love that was doomed from the start.

Q:: How can our readers reach you online? Share with us your online contact info.
A:: For the latest news and information, readers can reach me at my Web site: http://www.mikabarnes.com or by email mika@mikabarnes.com.

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Chocolate High by Mika (Barnes)
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Whether newly discovered or rekindled, there is no feeling in the world like pure passion coursing through our veins. It erupts at our core and allows us to be free and uninhibited. Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion is a collection of short erotic stories that explore passions that are buried deep in the subconscious as well as those that lie just beneath the surface and are easily exposed. The characters of each sizzling story experience passions that explode and send them hurling into a fiery universe of sensuous pleasure.

Author HAZEL MILLS knew that she wanted to be a writer from the moment she penned the first words of a poem titled “A Tree” when she was in the third grade. Even though she majored in business at the University of Alabama, writing continued to be her first love.

Hazel’s short erotic fiction can be seen in Playgirl Magazine’s Erotic Encounters (January 2007 issue) and in  Best Lesbian Love Stories: New York City, edited by Simone Thorne (Alyson Books, November 2006). Hazel also has an essay published in Jolie Dupre’s series in The Blushing Ladies Journal. PassionScape is her monthly column published online by EDC Creations and Sankofa Literary Society. She is a contributing author to the erotic anthology Mocha Chocolate: Taste A Piece of Ecstasy, edited by Shani Greene-Dowdell (ShaniBooks, March 2008). She lives in the Birmingham area with her husband and children.  Hazel’s debut collection of erotic Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion is published by Xpress Yourself Publishing and is available at www.hazelmillsstories.com, www.xpressyourselfpublishing.orgwww.amazon.com , www.barnesandnoble.com , or wherever books are sold..  Visit Hazel at www.hazelmillsstories.com and on MySpace at www.myspace.com/hazelmillsstories.

Take a peek into Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion. Check out Hazel’s passionately penned poem.

Six To Nine

I lie in my bed and think of youYour scent of fresh vanillaYour skin like melted chocolateI close my eyes and sayMmmThe love we made was sweet and pure

Our motions and emotions smooth

Touching, caressing, getting lost in desire

Giving new meaning to the word life

Breath like the sun on the inside of my thigh

Sent me soaring into an erotic universe

Lost in suspended animation

On an all time high

One upside down

The other right side up

Savoring the taste of love’s sweet fruit

Moans of ecstasy swelled and filled

Changing the molecules of space

I caught your rise

You caught my fall

In a flawless dance of lips and tongues

We came together as the dawning of Aquarius

Left breathlessly and seriously


The taste of your nectar

Stays perched on my lips

I know you experience the same

Until the next time our bodies

Dance six to nine

Hot! Sizzling! On Fire!, March 20, 2008

By  Claudia Brown-Mosley “Author” (Los Angeles, California) – See all my reviews

I finish this book in 3hrs because I couldn’t put it down. I really enjoyed the read of each story that Hazel wrote and I love the poems.

This author has talent and I highly recommend this book for all adults.

“Not one inhibitied word will flow from Hazel’s pen. Brace yourself for the sexiest ride of your life.” Shani Greene-Dowdell, editor of Mocha Chocolate: Taste A Piece of Ecstasy.

Would you get BARE for $100?

Visit www.hazelmillsstories.com for more details!

March is calling Chocolate Lovers: PassionScape

Can you believe that it is March already? Wow, how time flies especially when you’re having fun! Right now, I am having a ball writing and preparing for two, count ’em, two upcoming releases. My first solo endeaver, Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion, will be released April 1, 2008 by Xpress Yourself Publishing. I am also a contributor to the anticipated erotic blockbuster, Mocha Chocolate: Taste a Piece of Ecstasy, edited by Karibu Bestselling author, Shani Greene- Dowdell, to be released March 29, 2008 by Shanibooks.

Mocha Chocolate: Taste A Piece of Ecstasy is a collection of masterfully written stories about eroticism and love, displaying some of the best story crafters. It is as rich in flavor as it’s title! From passionately sensual to uninhibitedly erotic, from hopefully satisfied to the teasingly seductful, this arousing collection will tempt and inspire you…and set your love on fire!

Talented contributors to this steamy anthology are:

Shani Greene-Dowdell

Sunshine Royal

Caramel Vixen

Carla S. Pennington

Kotanya Kimbrough

Kanarian Kindred

Granson Laruth

Niyah Moore

Landis Y. Lain

Shanay Nae

Joi Marsh

Chloe R.

C. Nicole

Larry Wilson

David Williams

Elissa Gabrielle

Hazel Mills

Want to read an excerpt from this book? Check out www.shanibooks.com for “Guilty Release” by Chloe R. or www.hazelmillsstories.com for “Hopelessly Addicted” by yours truly, Hazel Mills.

Be first in line to get this hot little number. Mocha Chocolate: Taste A Piece of Ecstasy can be pre-ordered at www.amazon.com and www.shanibooks.com and received a $5.00 gift card to Starbucks and qualify to win a $25.00 gift card to Godiva Chocolates.

Learn more about this new release by visiting www.shanibooks.com

Until next time…



WHAT TURNS YOU ON? PassionScape by Hazel Mills

The month of February is the month for passion and romance. Think about it. The weather is cold and damp, naturally forcing us inside around a cozy fire and snuggled under a soft blanket with that special someone. The intoxicating scent of luxurious roses, the sweet indulgence of decadent chocolates, and the sparkle of jeweled clad teddy bears are constant reminders that February is the month that’s made just for lovers.

Speaking of lovers, what turns you on about yours? Are you turned upside down by full luscious lips or by an ass so hard, it could crush diamonds? Or, would you prefer mental orgasm?

PassionScape poses the question: What turns you on?

This month, we hear from author and poet, Chloe R.  Her short stories can be found in Erogenous Zone (Xpress Yourself Publishing), Mental Seductions (Diva Books Publishing) and the upcoming erotic anthology Mocha Chocolate (Shanibooks, Inc.).  Her article, Hiding From Erotica?, will be featured in the upcoming issue of Noire Magazine. Chloe’s first erotic novel, Discovering Love, is scheduled for release in 2009 by Xpress Yourself Publishing.  For more information, visit her at http://www.chloewrites.com.

Irreplaceable Mental Stimulation


Chloe R. 

It would be disingenuous to say that physical appearance didn’t matter, didn’t draw me in or spark my imagination.  The simple shape of a man’s head can make my mind wonder; the thickness of his bottom lip might send undeniable sparks across my thighs.  Sometimes, the way he moves, smiles, rests comfortably within himself, speaks volumes about his manhood and all his possibilities, inspiring the most intimate me.  His physical appearance tells me how he wants to portray himself, whether he appears calm and confident, or seems tacky, rude and uncouth.  It gives me a surface screening, a sample, a taste test of what special gifts he may possess.  But that is all.  And, to turn me on, and hopefully turn me out, a small hint of the man is not nearly enough. 

While the physical appearance may turn my head, make me giggle in embarrassment by the sensual thoughts passing through my mind, or inexplicably flirt, it only satisfies the surface urge.  A few sentences, a couple of minutes of interaction, and every preconceived notion of masculinity can shatter like splintered crystal or simply fade away in the wind.  The words that tumble from his lips flow from his soul. A conversation that reveals an empty spirit, a clueless mind or a crass sense of humor immediately destroys all physical attraction.  Well, maybe not all, but enough that I couldn’t fully release all of me while making love to him.  If he can’t observe the simple things, can’t take notice of natural beauty, can’t identify a diamond in the rough, then, no matter how strong his masculine pull initially felt, it would end up loudly seeping out like a tear in a helium balloon.  

But, mental stimulation.  Damn.  How can it be replaced or substituted?  A man who was only a friend can transform before my eyes, turning into the best lover, causing the deepest sexual longing and invoking the richest intimate satisfaction.  By mental stimulation.  It begins as a connection.  An unspoken thing. A shared vibe. A unique rhythm that we enjoy.  But his eyes, his smile, his caress and his suggestions tell me his desires.  And, as I said before, the words that tumble from his lips flow from his soul.  As he speaks, he affirms my femininity.  He invokes beauty in sensual ribbons that wrap around my brain and tie delicately across my body.  I understand him and, more importantly, I feel understood.  And that allows me to be free, to release myself to the passion rolling within me.  Before he kisses me, my lips already feel him and the roof of my mouth already tingles.  Before he touches me, my skin already burns, satin already releases in preparation for him.  All because he explored my mental, stimulated my mind, and gave me a space of trust and delicious intimacy.   

And that, in my opinion, is a zone that can never be replaced by simple physical attraction. 

Now, it’s your turn. Let me know if you agree with Chloe or if you are turned on by stimulation of a different kind.

Birthday Message from Samara – Read Between the Sheets

Normally, I do not radiate the message of my birthday, but this year is different. On this day, my mother gave birth to a premature baby girl of two pounds, two ounces, who wore doll clothes. I stayed in the hospital for months, doctors not knowing if I would make it or not, I was baptized twice just in case. I was born into this life striving. So my message today yields from my beginning.

I don’t proclaim to know all or be some high priestess, but I do proclaim to be ME. For it is this day, that my inner spirit has confirmed what it is I am to be doing: touching others with my words.

The fact that I am here, surrounded by so many wonderful people is a testimony of survival. So to those who care to read, thank you for the honor. This is what I hold most true:

People will tell you that you can’t, you won’t, and you shouldn’t, will walk away, will say one thing and do another, make promises they know they will never keep. People will look at you judge you, criticize you, demean you, your personality, your body, your spirit, the color of your skin. The world will try to take you out, everyday life will try to steal your dreams, obstacles, bumps and curves that will have you running to keep up only to be left…breathless.

Within us all, is an inner spirit. That voice, that calling, that regenerative force that will propel you forward, if you listen to it. For some, this comes easy, for others, it does not. I’m somewhere in the middle (all right, I tend to have a hardhead.) LOL. I digress. There is no right or wrong here. The only wrong would be that you do not get back up and fight back – take back that which was naturally born of you, gifted to you. Because guess what? In the words of Ms. Chaka Khan, “Ain’t Nobody Gonna Do It Better!” Keeping doing you, because Miss. King sho’ll enough will be doing her!

Much love!

Samara (who turns 26, did I tell you all? LOL.)

January’s Hot Spot Question – Read Between The Sheets

Welcome to Read Between the Sheets first Hot Spot question! Our participants this month are: Shon Majette, Author and Owner of Big Bone Publishing  and Roi Evans, Writer and Musician.

Hot Spot Question:

 Sex Sales…We’ve all heard that. Some of us write about it! Society feeds off of sensual pleasure in just about every market. Author: do you feel in a personal relationship it is necessary to “keep up with the joneses” as it were with the capitalization on sensuality? Do you ever feel the heat is on in the world of relationships between the sexes?

Shon says…
 I will preempt myself by saying that I have various views on this question and here they are: 
I feel that as a woman in this society where “Sex Sells” it is overkill on the senses to have a product sold to me using sex or something seen as sexy.  I feel like at times we have lost the ability to be creative as producers and we have accepted that loss of creativity as consumers and don’t require non-sexual forms of advertising to support supply and demand. 
As a voluptuous woman, I feel like we aren’t represented in a sensuous manner often enough!  I see “Sex Selling” but with the understanding that the outfit must be a size 10 or smaller and for those who love and adore the curvier woman -who by the way represents more than 65 % of the women in the US- this just doesn’t jive! 
As an author, I don’t feel like I have to have sex in my work to sell the work but the industry and buying trends of readers and industry professionals say otherwise.  Since “Sex Sells,” I am going to make sure that the 65% of US female readers in double digit dress sizes have a choice of reading about women who look like them or look like the women their admirers, husbands, boyfriends, and or boy toys like waking up to!
Roi Says…
I don’t think “keeping up with the Joneses”  is as important as keeping up with your partner.  Europe has been sexually free forever while the U. S. of A has been repressed and guilted into feeling bad about, well, feeling good!    The bedroom is between you and your partner, so if they want to get down and dirty, strap on your safety belt and enjoy the ride!  The only reasons I could see checking on other folks would be if you’re feeling experimental, want to add something new to the repetoire, or you’re simply in a rut.  See what you’ve been missing, read the Kama Sutra upsidedown, take a “tour” of your house, one room at a time, just make the experience worth coming back for more!  We know sex sells, we just have to remember to carry exact change!
What’s your opinion?