Tonight-America Lost.

This is going to be long, and not the nice “angel voice”.

To any of my friends, family, or acquaintances…if you voted for trump to win…may you rot in hell.

You’ve just elected a man who has lied his entire life. A man who takes pleasure in bullying others. A man who cannot be trusted in personal matters, (see his multiple affairs, marriages, and now lawsuits and accusations of abuse from multiple women.) You’ve elected a man who has numerous court cases against him, including fraud cases. You’ve elected a man who when asked just tonight what he would do to help bring America back together, retorted, “Why should I give a Fuck about the other half.”

You’ve elected a man who cannot even run a business. He’s had 6 bankruptcies… He actually lost money on his casinos during a huge boon in the casino industry. He’s refused to pay people who have provided services that he said he was happy with, but then, refused to pay for because he decided he shouldn’t have to pay anymore and bragged that he would use the courts to destroy them.

You elected a man who literally dodged going into military with a non-existent medical condition that supposedly kept him from military service, yet he was able to play sports with no problems with that same supposed medical condition.

You elected a man, that most, if not all of you heard with your own ears say that he assaults women because he’s rich and famous. He disrespects women, people of any other race, people of any religion that isn’t the right religion. Don’t assume because you call yourself a Christian that you’re safe…unless you are “the right kind of Christian” in that orange bastards eyes, you are not safe.

You have elected a man who discriminated openly and blatantly against people of color. Not just blacks, but Hispanics, Muslims, and anyone else that is “other” to him and his followers. You’ve elected a man who said openly he intends to destroy anyone who spoke out against him, who defied him.

You have elected a man who is no man. He is a perpetual, petulant, spoiled bastard child who you have just handed the keys of the country to. You’ve elected a bastard who will destroy us. Piece by piece, law by law, State by State, Person by person.

You have elected a man, a House of Representative, a Senate that will literally take away the rights of more than half of the citizens of the United States of America. They will take away women’s rights, they will take away LGBT rights, they will take away the right to freedom of religion. They will take away the right to Freedom of Speech, Press, and the right to assemble. They’ve made it clear that they want to take away the right of the press, of “the wrong people” being allowed to protest, of the “wrong people” being allowed their religion, of “the wrong people” being allowed to have guns or to open carry or concealed carry even where it’s allowed and is supposed to apply to all, but we all know, it’s only for “the right people” The white, male, Christian’s.

You have elected an Executive branch, a Legislative branch, and now an appointed Judicial branch that will begin to remove those who aren’t “productive” citizens, such as myself, a disabled woman, from SSI/SSD, Social Security, Affordable Care Act (Wrongly called Obama care,), from Medicaid and Medicare. They will gut the Food stamps, they will reduce Minimum wage, they will destroy the economy, in a way that even the Great Depression couldn’t have done. Anyone who lived through that time, knows where America is about to go through.

You’ve elected a man who has said he’ll appoint Supreme Court Judges who will destroy America, by appointing only the Ultra Conservatives. You’ve elected a man who will change not only the face of the Supreme court for the next generation to come, but the face of America.

Tonight, you’ve shown that you are no better than Donald J. Trump. You’ve shown that you are as racist, as misogynistic, as evil as he is. You’ve shown that you don’t care about anyone but yourself and what you want. You’ve shown that you don’t care about anyone who is “different” from you.You’ve shown that all you care about is what you can have, what you want, and not what is good for the USA as a whole.

Tonight, I am ashamed to be an American. I’m ashamed to call myself a Christian. I’m ashamed to show my face to my friends of other races, color, religions, and what not. I’m ashamed of being a white person in the country I’ve called home for 51 years. I’m ashamed of the country I’ve loved and prayed for my whole life.

For the first time in my life…I will refuse to respect the office of the president, for the American people have shown they have no respect for it, so neither do I.

America’s pride is what has now destroyed her. America’s belief that we are the greatest nation on earth, and our shit don’t stink is why we are where we are tonight. God has turned his back on America tonight just as America has turned their back on God. Congratulations to all of my Trump voting Christian friends. You’ve voted for a man who said he doesn’t need forgiveness.

How wrong he is. How wrong America is. America, you own this. You brought this on yourself. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.

Special Guest: Annabeth Leong

Extreme Loveliness

by Annabeth Leong

Thanks so much for hosting me today!

I’ve spent this week on tour for my recent release One Flesh, talking about wedding nights and virginity, and in some ways dancing around the heart of this book. While I care very much about the meaning and politics of what I’ve been saying, I wrote One Flesh for a very specific (and perhaps socially unacceptable) reason. To put it baldly, I wanted to write a story about fisting. While it’s always been a turn-on for me, it’s often considered an extreme act, and even though it’s mentioned in the story’s blurb, I find myself reluctant sometimes to admit what a central role it plays.

one_fleshOne Flesh was originally written for an anthology my publisher was planning—a book all about fisting. Not only did I think that was a hot concept, I was attracted to the way the publisher’s call for submissions talked about this act. They emphasized the deep emotion and trust involved, the preparation, and the aftercare. They talked about how the act ought to be very significant for the main characters’ relationship. I loved all that because it gets to the essence of what I find interesting and significant about writing erotica. To me, sex is a deeply transformative act. The things people do in bed reveal their deepest secrets and expose and shape who they are. So many times, sexual experiences—good and bad—leave a person forever changed. I was very interested in the power of fisting and the loveliness of the trust it involves.

I can’t really talk about this without mentioning Deborah Addington’s incredible book A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting. This is in many ways an odd and quirky book. It’s written with strange exuberant language that seems to come from a different time. It also expresses deep appreciation and fascination with the female body. I don’t think anything else I’ve read has put across such an utter, unwavering love of women and womanhood, and I value that intensely.

Before reading Addington’s book, I’ll confess that I sometimes thought of fisting as if it belonged in the realm of porn. She changed that for me. After reading A Hand in the Bush, my first thought was, “I have to try that,” and my second was a more incoherent sense of the grace and awesome power of letting another human inside the body in such a deep and significant way.

So it was clear to me that my fisting story needed to be about marriage, and that’s what One Flesh is. That anthology ended up not coming together, and so you see my little novella as it stands now, a story on its own. It’s one of my favorite stories, though, because it’s been my chance to write about something I find utterly hot and emotional all at once. I know sex is like that, but too many times I’m tempted to divide the two. One Flesh is about union—between the main characters, Leticia and Rosalie, but also between the physical and emotional aspects of a relationship, which are all too often separated.


Leticia and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.

As it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it’s something that Rosalie has never done either.

The women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they’ve never formed with anyone else. They’ve never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.


“I’ll call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order,” Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. “Can you call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can’t get a straight answer out of them about it.”

Her fiancée smiled indulgently. “Better yet. I’ll go in person on my lunch break, and they won’t know what hit them.”

“Great.” Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She’d wanted to go to bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night. “That’s got to be enough for now.”

Leticia stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She’d changed into a cute pair of pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover’s curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie proper attention.

“We can’t quit planning yet,” Rosalie said. “We haven’t discussed the most important thing, and it’s coming up soon.”

Leticia groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded, highlighted lists. “We’ve talked about everything I had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don’t see what we’re—”

“The wedding night,” Rosalie purred. “We haven’t discussed that at all.”

There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she had at Rosalie’s makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman’s soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her skin tone. She’d been forced to come back later, not that she’d minded.

Now that she’d figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent. For all her lover’s passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes again. “We’ve reserved our hotel room the night of. We’ve got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days after that. Everything appears to be in order.”

“The wedding night,” Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia’s teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an invitation to take the word “night” and run with it. “The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel.”

“You mean to take a good, long nap? I’m sure we’ll be tired after dealing with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too.” Leticia couldn’t resist continuing the act.

“Not a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed.”

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Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian Cops, Circlet Press’s love-spell anthology Like Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers In Darkness, and others. When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines.


Unrestrained by Joey W. Hill.


Release Date December 3, 2013
Note: This book was previously titled Letting Go; updated 6/2013.
Athena is a widow and an accomplished businesswoman. She’s the type of person who exceeds expectations in business, family–life in general. Since the death of her husband, she’s had a desire to explore submissive cravings she’s had for some time. The hitch is, Athena is known as a Mistress, because that’s the role she played to her husband.
Though she knew her submissive nature was strong enough to serve her husband as a Domme, because that’s what he needed, it’s when she meets Dale, a retired Navy SEAL, that she attempts to discover what her own submissive desires are. But letting go of that control is harder than she expected.
Fortunately, Dale is an accomplished Master who can help her accept the true nature of her submission, rather than how she’s tailored it to meet the expectations of others. But in the course of learning what letting go means, both of them will learn a bit more about the nature of love between Dominant and submissive, and how it defies all categories.

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Discovery by R. C. Graham (Re-Release) Saturday, June 15, 2013

R. C. Graham will be releasing their latest short story, “Discovery” on Saturday, June 15, 2013.  This is a re-release of a book that was originally published through Phaze and ALL rights have been returned to the author.

Discovery is the short story of a man’s first foray into the BDSM lifestyle.  Told from his Point of View, we see the first time he meets his new submissive, and how he learns to be the Dom/Master he desires to be.  His submissive is a strong, independent woman who wants nothing more than to submit to the right Dom.

Discovery by R. C> Graham

Here is a short excerpt to whet your appetite for more.

The main party becomes a little stifling. Too many people too close together for me. I need some air and head to the apartment’s balcony. As I step out into the evening I see her.

She has tucked herself into the far corner and is looking out over the city, her back to the door I am standing in. Her shoulder length, straight hair is not quite platinum in color. She is tiny and slim, torso covered in a white, long sleeved blouse that reveals her midriff and wearing a short denim skirt almost too small to hide her lovely ass. Her legs are splendid and she has sexy flat sandals on her feet.

My gaze locks on her. There is something about her that instantly draws me. Something magical. She seems a sylph, a nymph of the air. I walk towards her, entranced.

As I come up next to her I announce my presence with a simple, “Hello.” She jumps a little, gives a quiet gasp and turns towards me.

Her front matches her rear. She is hardly large breasted but there is no doubt she has breasts. Her blouse is knotted across her sternum so her stomach is bare and her navel displays a small array of rhinestones. Coral colored lips enhance a thin, fair skinned face. But I only notice these things peripherally. My gaze is locked on her wide and sky blue eyes. They look at me with a touch of fear.

This makes the warmth I feel rise, it changes to lust. That must show on my face for her eyes widen a bit more and a blush appears on her cheeks.
“And you are?” I ask her then.

“Ah. Ariel,” she stammers in response. She lowers her gaze, looking at my chest.

“How perfect,” I remark, “I was thinking how much you looked like a nymph as I approached.”

She looks up at me again at that. A smile forms and her blush deepens.
“I’m John,” I tell her.

“After the saint?” she asks, moving her eyes down once again.

“That was probably what my parents hoped. But I’m no saint, not at all.”
She raises her eyes once more. A slight film has drawn over them. I can sense a tremor run through her.

I feel even more attracted to her now. She is so utterly beautiful. Her quick and intense sexuality is clear. The certainty grows in me that this is the woman set as my prey for tonight. The way my cock stiffens in my jeans reinforces that thought.

Discovery will be released at Smashwords, Kobo for free, and we hope to have it price matched at Barnes & Noble, Amazon asap. (It will be available for $.99 until price matched to free. Please feel free to submit where the price is lower, to help us facilitate having the book made free quickly.)

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