Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Springtime: A Pleasure or a Pain?

It's amazing to me how the trees can be barren for months, and then all of a sudden...POW!



one of my trees



Unfortunately along with the explosion of green, there's also been an explosion of pollen. I was just out in a parking lot, and all the cars are covered with this coating of yellowish green dust. My husband jokingly calls it "tree sperm." But I guess that's kind of what pollen is. The trees are all vibrantly orgasming!

People like me who suffer from severe allergies take Spring as a mixed blessing. On one hand, the sun and gorgeous weather and blossoming of color are all so wonderful. On the other hand, the sneezing and wheezing is sure a pain in the ass. And take it from someone who tried two years of allergy shots with no relief, I have considered moving straight to the desert so I could avoid having to deal with the side effects of all this pollen!

What are your thoughts about spring? Are you one of those lucky bastards who has no allergies and can just go on a nice walk in the park without even getting one tiny itch in your eye? Or are you like me, who has to take multiple antihistamines and supplements and vacuum the house frequently to avoid falling into a vat of hayfever? And if you do have allergies, how do you handle them?

XoXo

Scarlett


Saturday, March 18, 2017

A Question for Followers of this Blog

Greetings! It is a beautiful sunny day in North Texas today, and I have been outside enjoying the warm weather and all of the gloriously green foliage. Spring officially begins on Monday, and we are already experiencing the shift. The downside is that everyone is sneezing from the pollen explosion, but I'll take it because I love watching everything come back to life after being dormant in the winter.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, and I would like to pose a question for the people who have been following this blog. Or if you're new and you've browsed around a bit, you can feel free to answer this question as well. Here it goes:

What kind of posts would you like to see more of this year?

I enjoy writing posts of all kinds, but I want to know which ones are your favorites. Please comment below!

XoXo

Scarlett

Friday, March 3, 2017

Tiny House Love

Ever since I saw --> this documentary <-- on YouTube about tiny houses, I have been in love with them. Take a peek at some of the pictures of tiny homes I found on Pinterest.






Tiny houses are appealing to me because not only are they cute and adorable, they're incredibly eco-friendly. The amount of electricity you'd use staying in one would be greatly smaller than the amount of electricity you'd use in a traditional house. Also, the idea of living in one inspires me creatively. It seems like it'd be the perfect quiet spot to write fiction.






Tiny houses also force you to get rid of all of your excess stuff. A few years ago, I went through my entire house and decluttered it. I gave away things that I didn't use and didn't love, and I whittled down all of my keepsakes so that they'd fit into one folder or one box per person. How often do we hang onto items just because other people gave them to us, when we don't really like them or use them?






We also tend to store things in closets and drawers and forget we even have them, so getting rid of those things is very liberating, too. A simplified home space creates a feeling of tranquility in me.






Sometimes I find myself buying furniture or wall art just to fill up empty space in my house. Having a tiny house would eliminate the need to do that.






A few drawbacks of living in a tiny house include not being able to soak in a big bathtub, not being able to cook using a normal-sized stove, and not feeling particularly safe in the dangerous Texas weather.






It also wouldn't be the most ideal space if you wanted to own a pet. But then again, dogs like mine (weenie dogs) like to burrow in small spaces. He might actually be just fine living in a smaller space, as long as he had a nice yard to run around in.






What do you think of tiny houses? Would you ever live in one? Why/why not? Comments welcome!


-SK

Monday, February 13, 2017

"Last Minute Valentine" A New Free Erotic Romance Short

It's been over a year since I've offered a free erotic romance short, exclusively for my blog readers, so I figured Valentine's Day would be a good time to do a new one. Since my current novel in progress is a contemporary lesbian romance, I thought I'd stick with the F/F theme for this fun and flirty offering. Enjoy!




"Last Minute Valentine"

by Scarlett Knight


Jeannie was one of the coolest people I had ever met, and that was exactly why I kept my crush on her a secret. I was terrified to ever let her know how I truly felt. Losing her friendship simply wasn’t worth the risk.

Case in point: last week, my ex-boyfriend Rob decided he’d come clean about his affair one week before Valentine’s Day. It left me heartbroken and dateless. I told Jeannie about it in between sobs over the phone, and what did she do? She told me she’d call me back, but instead of calling, she ended up cancelling her date with her latest boy-toy and surprised me with flowers and chocolates.

I had been waiting for the phone to ring, so when the doorbell rang, I was caught completely off guard. And when I opened the door to my apartment and saw her standing there, I had to bite the inside of my cheek in order to not get downright teary eyed.

“Oh my god,” I said. “You didn’t have to!”

“I know,” she said with a wink. “I wanted to.”

My roomie was gone for the night, on a date of her own, so Jeannie and I had the place to ourselves. I immediately invited her in, gave her a crushing hug, and set the chocolates out on the coffee table for us to share. I motioned for her to sit on the crushed velvet purple couch. Then I joined her, keeping a little space between us, even though I would have preferred to sit with her on my lap.

She’d dolled herself up tonight. I complimented her dress, a red and white polka-dot affair. Her jet black hair was done up in that pinup girl style she was known for. Her lips were as cherry red as the dress, and I had to keep myself from staring at their fullness. She looked amazing, and truth be told, I was kind of turned on by the whole thing. We were alone, on Valentine’s Day, sharing chocolates. Pity I hadn’t been dressed for the surprise. Here I was, the total opposite of dressed up, in a worn-out white tank-top with no bra and yoga pants, my brown hair piled up in a mess on my head.

“Do you need to turn the heat up?” she asked, playfully popping a piece of the candy into her mouth.

“Huh?” I asked, munching on a bit of dark chocolate.

She pointed at my breasts, the nipples peeking through the thin fabric. I could feel the blush spread across my cheeks. I’m sure even the smattering of freckles across my nose turned a bright shade of pink.

She bit her lower lip and then laughed. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, feeling even more heat creep up my neck. I crossed my arms over my full breasts in attempt to hide the pointy peaks. “I’m just glad you’re here. I thought you had a date.”

“I did, but I told him something important came up. He understood. I’m sure he can find a replacement. It’s not that we’re that serious.”

“That’s really cool. Most guys wouldn’t be so understanding.”

“I know, right? He’s a sweetie.”

“Also, he’s pretty damn hot. Are you sure you don’t want to call him back and tell him the date’s back on? I’d totally understand.”

“No, no. This is where I want to be. Besides, he’s not as hot as you.”

The casual compliment almost went over my head. I stared at her while she rolled another piece of chocolate around in her mouth. She looked around the apartment as if searching for something.

“What are you looking for?” I asked, really wanting to ask if I’d heard her correctly but too scared I might be wrong.

“Candles. Do you have any?”

I released a nervous giggle. “Candles? What for?”

“To set the mood.”

I got up and retrieved a couple of candles from the bathroom. I lit them and set them on the coffee table near the chocolates.

“Want me to kill the lights?” I asked jokingly.

“Yes,” she said in all seriousness.

My heart beating faster, I turned out the lights so that the candles were our only source of illumination. Her heavy-lidded eyes, dark with shadow and liner, expressed a sudden desire I had only dreamed about before. There was no mistaking it: Jeannie was hitting on me. I hoped to God this wasn’t some kind of joke, not after I’d been crushing on her so hard after two long college semesters of platonic friendship.

“Jeannie,” I asked, my heart pounding, “have you been drinking?”

“No.”

She stood and offered her well-manicured hands. I took them, so soft, and she pulled me up. I was a little taller than she was, even in her heels. She was so deliciously petite. Keeping my hands in hers, she raised them to her mouth and placed two gentle kisses on the backs of them. I felt my insides melt.

“Jeannie—”

“Sometimes I’m wrong about the vibes I get from people,” she said. “But I’m willing to take the risk because I really think I’m right. I feel like there’s something more between us than just friendship.”

My eyes widened. A piece of my hair strayed from the messy bun and fell across my face. She took it and brushed it behind my ear, her fingers brushing against my face. Her touch caused a chain-reaction of ecstatic relief and then pure arousal to blossom throughout my body.

“And the thought of you being alone on Valentine’s Day just broke my heart. That’s when I knew I needed to come clean and tell you I think I’m falling for you.”

I searched her eyes for any sort of mischief but found none. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.”

Still hesitant but wanting to believe, I said, “Then show me.”

She gave a sweet smile, her eyes glittery with desire. “Are you expecting anyone home anytime soon?”

“No.”

“Good.”

She slowly brought those well-manicured hands up to my shoulders and secured them behind my head. Running her fingers through my hair, she pulled me toward her. My scalp tingled, adrenaline shooting through my limbs. When her lips met mine, I knew this was no game.

“Jeannie—”

“Shh. I’m proving myself, remember?”

I let out a husky chuckle. “Okay.”

“You taste like chocolate,” she teased, darting her tongue into my mouth.

Her lips were so soft. I nibbled on them as she tasted mine. Careful not to push this any further than she wanted to take it, I let her have the lead. But boy, was I in for a surprise at just how far she wanted to go.

Still kissing me, she let her hands wander down to grab my breasts. Their fullness filled her palms, my nipples hardening further as she squeezed. I groaned in her mouth, which seemed to fuel her ardor.

Laughing, she grabbed the chocolates in one hand and one of the candles in the other. I took her lead and grabbed the other candle, and we made our way into my bedroom. After situating the chocolates and candles on the bedside table, we reconvened, Jeannie pulling me down onto my unmade bed.
She kicked off her shoes and took my hand. Guiding it to the hem of her dress, she kissed down my neck, hard, and licked behind my ear: all the places she knew drove me wild. We’d spent many a late night discussing our favorite moves from our boyfriends on this very bed, and apparently she’d been taking notes.

I knew a thing or two about what she liked as well. Kissing her, I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked. She groaned, the sound of it delightful, and guided my hand up her skirt. Holy mother of God, she was already so slick. My body responded to her readiness, catching up in a heartbeat.

And I had been upset about that jackass Rob dumping me. Hah! Talk about an upgrade.

I slid two fingers around her panties and teased her with touches as light as a feather. Impatient, she grabbed my hand and guided my fingers into her.

“Are you in a hurry?” I asked, part of me wanting to prolong this moment.

“I don’t want to be,” she panted, “but I can’t help it. I want you.”

My ego didn’t need any more help. Stroking her from the inside with a come-hither gesture, I had her flushed and panting in record time. She went for my yoga pants, pulling them down, and fought with my underwear to reaching my aching core.

Sweet Jesus, did she know how to work a clit. I closed my eyes, the room swimming as the pleasure engulfed me.

If it had been anyone else, I would’ve thought that we were having a power surge because the lights in the hallway seemed to flicker. But as the orgasm slammed me hard, rattling my legs and causing my lips to tremble, I realized that the fireworks I was seeing were simply the result of this amazing moment with Jeannie.

She cried out in a climax of her own, and I felt her clench around my fingers. Caught in a moment of disbelief and pure bliss, I stared down into her eyes. Her cute little bangs were matted against her forehead with perspiration. She gave a coy smile.

“Did I prove myself?” she asked.

My lips breaking into a grin. “I don’t know. I might need more proof than that.”

She gazed at me quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, maybe you could stay the night, or if you didn’t feel like it, maybe we could grab dinner? I don’t want this night to be over.”

She reached over to the coffee table and plucked another sweet from the heart-shaped box. “Well, honey, in that case,” she said, putting the delicious chocolate into my mouth, then licking her lips, “what are you hungry for?”

I kissed her, smiling against her lips, and then said, “Let me show you.”


***************

If you enjoyed this story,  please consider perusing my ebooks! Click --> here <-- for more sensual tales of romance. ;)


XoXo

Scarlett

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Get 'Vicious'

I stumbled across the PBS sitcom Vicious a couple of years ago. It was around New Years, and I turned on the TV and just happened to see the holiday special. It immediately hooked me and made me and my husband crack up laughing. It wasn't until this Christmas that my husband surprised me with the gift of season 1 and 2, as well as the finale on DVD.




Vicious is refreshing, not only because it is a sharp comedy about about a gay couple, but that it's about a gay couple in their 70s. Main characters Stuart and Freddie have been together for decades and have managed to perfect their vicious teasing of one another. The show is full of brilliant banter but also has some real tear-jerker moments. The dialog is fantastic, and the acting top-notch.




With a cast like this, you almost can't go wrong. My only complaint is that it was such a short run with only two seasons, a finale, and a holiday special. I would have loved to see a few more seasons.




The show stars Sir Ian McKellen and Sir Derek Jacobi in the genius performances of Freddie and Stuart, as well as hilarious supporting cast Francis de la Tour, Iwan Rheon, Marcia Warren, and Phillip Voss.

It really is one of the best sitcoms I've ever seen, and I recommend buying the whole set of DVDs. They're well worth your money. I treasure my set and cannot wait to share it with friends.

Here's a --> link to PBS <-- where you can see some previews and also purchase the discs.

If you've seen the show, I'd love to know what you think! Feel free to leave a comment below.


XoXo

Scarlett

Monday, February 6, 2017

Tom Ford: Sex God

There aren't many celebrities that exude sensuality like Tom Ford does.





Maybe it's because he's not your typical celebrity. He's best known for being a fashion designer, then for being a photographer, a scriptwriter, a film producer, and a director. Here are the two films he's known for:







Before this year's Golden Globes, I hadn't yet put a face to the name, and maybe you're not very familiar with him either. So let me share with you the hotness that is Tom Ford and his super sexy sense of fashion.

Going back to the Golden Globes, Tom Ford dressed many of the celebrities in attendance this year.


Amy Adams

Brad Pitt

But back to Tom. I personally find him very attractive. Yum.




He once did --> an interview  <-- in the nude (and got the journalist to strip down, too) and then proved a point to the interviewer: the naked human body doesn't have to be a sexual thing. Sexual desire is more in the way you look at someone... I have to agree.




I don't normally get excited about fashion, but if I could get my hands on some of Tom Ford's fashion, I would be on cloud nine. Here are some examples.










Ford isn't one to shy away from using eroticism to sell his products. His perfume/cologne ads are particularly erotic.







Unfortunately, Tom Ford isn't single. He's been with partner (and now husband) Richard Buckley for decades. From what I've read, it seems he and the magazine editor are very much in love. 





Those two clearly have something special, which is awesome! But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit jealous ;)



XoXo

Scarlett

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Pinterest and Porno

Who else loves Pinterest? Pinterest is one of my favorite websites. When other social media sites get too political or petty, I love visiting my Pinterest account to get my daily dose of visual inspiration.

But today I got a rather surprising email from Pinterest saying that one of the pins on one of my boards was removed because it was pornography.

Here's the image:





And here's the email:



*****

Hi Scarlett,
We recently removed one of your Pins because it went against our policies on sexually explicit or pornographic content.
The Pin was from your "art" board and it originally came from http://www.juxtapoz.com/media/k2/items/cache/028bc3fd8be6b2f23fd8ebbebccffa90_L.jpg?t=1446509428.
We don't allow images that are inappropriate for the general public, like sexually explicit Pins, anywhere on Pinterest. This includes Pins on secret boards because they can be made public with the click of a button.
We recommend taking some time to go through your Pins and remove any others that may conflict with our policies.
Thanks for your help,
The Pinterest Team

*****


I get that one man's art is another man's porno, and I feel like this is the case here. I viewed this image as erotic art. To me, there's a difference between that and, say, going to any old free porno site on the web and clicking on a sex video. 

This picture was also pinned from a reputable art magazine that I really like called Juxtapoz, which sells print magazines in Barnes and Noble, and they aren't sealed up with plastic or anything like Penthouse or Hustler would be.

But this opens up the age-old debate over whether something like this is "erotic" or something is "pornographic." Some people think there's a difference. Some people (like my mother) think anything involving nudity is porno. 

What do you think?


-SK