"Spending time in Cinque Terre...

unexpectedly...." Was the text message I received from my friend, L today. I said goodbye to her in Italy, as she elected to cycle and head north; hitting Salzburg, Vienna and finally ending up in Budapest. I've been receiving these sporadic snippets of her travel itinerary, via text as she cycles this journey alone.

As of today she's back in Italy...the Cinque Terre and clearly one of the best Italian scenic spots I found when traveling there just a few short weeks ago:

"Arrived with toothbrush and that's all. Used spaghetti spoon for a comb. Be home soon, L"

"Cinque Terre is a slice of heaven and please be ever so careful (not really) of those hot, Italians. I'll see you soon." Neve

"Thanks. Looking forward to it. Upon my return home, I'm planning on an intensive course of Yoga, diet, excercise, and self-help books." L responded back.

"Sounds good, chica. Don't you mean erotica books instead of self-help?" Neve

L returns from her trip tomorrow -

Ciao

Neve

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies...

I found this image on my internet landing page and I couldn't resist the temptation to change the heading to read:

SOMF and beg me to lie to you, baby.


Ciao
Neve

p.s. This is the second time a cock nose has entered my, um, um, well... my, um...my mind if you must know. A sign perhaps to create a story? Hmmm....

Seduce Me

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Ciao
Neve

Oysters and Chocolate

Please join me in congratulating our fabulous friends over at Oysters and Chocolate on the official news and title: Oysters and Chocolate/Erotica of Every Flavor. Edited by Jordan LaRousse and Samantha Sade; published by NAL (division of Penguin Group).

The anthology will feature 20 erotic stories and is due out in May, 2009. Both Jeremy and I are two of the 20 chosen for this exciting and sexy as hell cliterature smorgasbord extravaganza.

Grazie molto voi due sirene sexy, Jordan and Samanth!

Ciao

Neve

It's Ravenous. It's Romantic...

it's both actually....

This image may look familiar to some of you. I was searching for a muse not too long ago. A sexy, shoe muse to be more precise. I found the image above and well, the muse worked. I just learned my story, For the Love of Feet is being published by Ravenous Romance - Sex and Shoes anthology due out sometime in December, 2008.

Please don't forget to stop over and give the dashing Jeremy Edwards and the talented Sommer Marsden a congratulatory XO too. Both their stories are also being published in this anthology as well.

Have a fabulous weekend -

Ciao and Cheers!

Neve

Back in the USA

I had great travels in Europe. Yes, it's good to be home, I suppose. I'm jet lagged as hell, but I'm ready to jet off again somewhere foreign and fantastic asap. Travel is so good for the soul, mind, body and spirit.

I don't think anyone could have a bad time in Italy. The food, the people, the architecture, the history....good God did I mention how bella/bello the Italians are...? I think I must have fallen in love (insert lust) at least a dozen times. London is also fabuloso, although I was only there for a short time. I promised London I'd be back again for a longer visit soon though.

While I was thoroughly inconvenienced by traveling on planes, trains, buses, cars, boats and bicycles, I had the good fortune to pack and read Tasting Her, by Rachel Kramer Bussel. This is an anthology of oral stories mostly from a man's point of view. I'm proud of each author and their very specific hot and sexy version of oral (cunnlingus). I can honestly say that I needed a cold shower after reading these tantalizing tales... or perhaps I felt compelled to pull an unexpecting Italian stranger into the toilet, but I'll never tell.

Wait, here's more good news: There's also a twin set available too, properly titled: Tasting Him , which I haven't read yet, but it's my understanding these oral stories are written from a woman's perspective...fellatio, baby. I thought, hmmm... twins really shouldn't be separated, so I've decided to order a copy for myself via Amazon.

Do yourself a huge favor and pick up a twin set of this sure to get you fired up and ready to give and receive for yourself today. You'll thank me later. :-)

Ciao

Neve

London

bridges falling down, falling down....

I'm winding down my European vacation adventure. I head back to the USofA tomorrow morning. I thought I'd check in with everyone tonight (hugs and kisses) but please know I did just come from drinking not one, but two pints of lager at a brilliant pub located right around the corner from where I'm staying.

What splendid place London turned out to be. This place is on my list of return visits.

Anyone game?

Cheers
Neve

Arrivederci la Toscana

As I reflect upon my week here in the tuscan region of Italy, I'm looking over the villa's estate red grape vines and olive groves. I've spent most of my trip enjoying the sites outside; breathing in the rich soil, the grapes, olives, basil, tomatoes, and wild lavender. Downstairs in the kitchen (cucina) Rosella is busy preparing our six course dinner.

The delicious fragrance of chicken, rosemary, spinach, garlic, potatoes and sausage stir around my nostrils, teasing me until I can no longer stand it and beg for just a taste; please, just one bite... like so many of the sultry, Italian men have done to me since I entered into this country.... There's a raw sexy vibe here in Italy and you smell it in the pungent air, hear it in the melodic language, taste it in the food and feel the heat and sensuality from a simple smile offered or a glance from someone you pass along the cobblestoned streets; leaving you naked and hungry for more.

Tonight, I'm kissing (baciare) this beautiful place goodbye. I'm headed to the region of Veneto tomorrow. I can see a fierce thunderstorm brewing over these multi-green colored tuscan hills. It's yet another glorious event added to my journey to this wonderous and mysterious erotic place called Tuscany....

Ciao
Neve

Buongiorno

È bello qui. Per scrivere, mangiare, amare e vivere qui sarebbe un sogno viene allineare.

Ciao
Neve

Gone, daddy gone....

You may not hear from me for awhile, but please don't worry, I'm here (photo above) wishing you were here with me too.

Have a great couple of weeks and I'll try to pull myself away from the all great looking Italians; both men and women, the fabulous wine, deliciouso food and oh yeah, these ancient and erotic fresco creations: Etruscan Ruins .

I will post when I can.

Ciao -Ciao
Neve

p.s. I miss everyone already. :-)

Chute Happens...

deal with it....

I saw today's blog title on a "long and dark, shiny and black" (Springsteen lyrics) truck while I was driving. I was intrigued. The truck was a driving advertisement for Cirrus Design. They sell private jets. Such a clever marketing idea.

As the time grows nearer to my extended trip across the Atlantic, I begin to see things that wouldn't normally get a second Neve glance. I actually thought about how nice it would be to own a plane. Wouldn't owning a jet be a convenient little doo-dad to have at a moments notice?


Ciao
Neve

p.s. Out of curiosity, or delusions of grandeur, I researched the cost of a Cirrus Design jet. Suspiciously, the website isn't set up to hand over the cost of purchasing your very own, private plane. Minor detail. I can only imagine the price tag for one of these little babies might potentially be a bit more than one of my Unique Thrift Store shopping sprees.

The Beverly, fuck, fucking, fucked...Hillbillies

As I take a brief pause from working on my story, and go to turn on the outdoor and indoor lights after realizing the sun is saying it's last goodbyes to a gorgeous, bright and sunny Cleveland day....

What's that I hear? Oh dear, it's Jethro Clampett and his two loud and obnoxious drunken-ass cousins that live next door. They've been at it since noon today.

The weather was hot this holiday weekend and the Clampett's will use any excuse I suppose to drink cheap beer from a can and smoke cigarettes and weed (when they can get it) outside on their 10x10 square foot rectangular, cracked and splintered cement patio. Today was no exception, afterall it's Labor Day. For them that means, "Let's drink ourselves into complete oblivion."

Yeah. I know. Those that live in glass houses....

I'm shaking my head in disbelief, because I really do live next door to a version of the Beverly Hillbillies. I grew up in San Diego and I used to watch that television show as a kid. My growing up on a beach mind could never wrap itself around a place where people did things like hunt for coon with a 12 guage shotgun and find a myriad of reasons to use the word fuck in a sentence.

Well, whaddaya' know? They live right next door. My neighbors aren't proud of their use of the word fuck either. Nope. They'll fuck, get fucked and enjoy a good fucking whenever necessary. No discretion required for the word fuck in their conversations. Occassionally, I think I can hear someone breaking out into a fucking soliloquy over there, which is quite impressive. They do a nice job at fucking themselves when transitioning from one f-bomb topic to the next too. All their friends and kin-folk that honk instead of parking the car and walking up to the door and giving it a nice rap, tap, tap, are also proficient in the fuck lingo language also.

I'm truly amazed and obviously somewhat fascinated with language my neighbors possess. I think it could be considered a talent. Maybe I should write to the World Record Almanac folks and give them my neighbors address. Who knows, maybe they'll be recognized in setting a new record and be rewarded handsomely: Better beer money, perhaps, or finer weed.

Well, I'm headed back to my story now. Wish me uh, fucking luck. :-)

Ciao

Neve

Healthy, wealthy, wise and happy

As I sat on my suitcase; still shoving doo-dads into its sides, while zipping it up for its trip to Italia this week, I took a moment to reflect on how blessed I am. I'm going to Europe for a two weeks! For some people that's no big deal, but for me, travel is something I savor. I've saved and sacraficed for this trip. I've forgone fun and debauchery. Hell, I've missed some good jazz concerts with my Italia trip goal in mind.

Do you ever just stop? Stop to smell the coffee, the roses, or look up into the sky and think damn, my life is pretty good?

Hell, I have had my bad days too. Fuck, don't we all? For the most part, I'm...healthy, wealthy, wise and happy -

Healthy: I'm healthy. Namaste.

Wealthy: Nope. Make no mistake. I'm not tied to the Rockefeller's, the Dupont's, or some other wealthy blood line. I'm Neve frugal. I shop at Unique Thrift. I drive a paid for car and I live in a very modest house. Yes, I have my indulgences: I have three adopted pussies that were living on the streets of Cleveland. I like to think their lives are a lot better now after coming to live at Chez Black's. I do like to eat good food and sometimes I drink a bit too much (insert bar tabs). I also love to travel and purchase items in the art and music categories. It's a balance though. I scrimp here and go overboard there: Eat rice and beans and drink cheap beer all week so I can save money and buy something really cool, like one of these.

Wise: Hmmm...I was always one of those persons in school that had to be diligent at every subject. Nothing really ever came easy for me, except for English classes. What a wonder that is. I had to work at that too though. I do lots of research to try and stay wise. I read, read and then read some more.

Happy: I'm a very happy person. I know. I know, cheese city. Sorry. I'm lucky to have attracted people in my life that love and care about me, and I love and care about them. I've met some really fantastic and talented writers since taking a dip into the world of erotica writing too, and hey, thanks for letting me stay in the pool for awhile with you. My fingers are really getting pruny. I love it.

What about you? Did I miss something? Maybe humility? That's a good one.

Ciao

Neve

p.s. I know the guy in the photo has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but damn isn't he HOT? I guess he could contribute to healthy and happy though, so he's applicable, I suppose. I couldn't resist. Please thank the ladies at Lust Bites for this wetman image.