Neve Black

neveblack.com

2009-04-04T07:56:00.002-04:00

I'm transitioning from this blog to my new web/blog site, which is http:neveblack.com. Please take a moment and go there, and don't forget to leave a comment.

Thank you!

In transition,
Neve Black

neveblack.com

2009-04-01T14:41:00.003-04:00

Please forgive my interruption of the Blow Hard Tour and Swing Tour, but I need to make the following announcement: My new website, neveblack.com is up and running! I'll be transitioning over to this new site and home to my new blog: http://neveblack.com/blog

Okay, carry on with the cock sucking and swinging activities!

Neve Black

Swingers are Welcome!

2009-04-01T07:43:00.005-04:00

The Swing anthology scheduled release date is April 24, 2009, coincidentally that's the day of my Swing blog tour interview. Today, take a minute and go here to read all about our Swing editor, Jolie du Pre. For a complete list of all contributing author's blog tour dates, please go here.

Swing!
Neve Black

More, more, more...

2009-04-01T00:01:00.000-04:00

how do like it, how do you like your blow jobs, baby? Yesterday we all unzipped our pants and headed off to Sommer's for the Blow Hard Tour's hot beginning. Today, we're leisurly licking our way to Alison Tyler's for more, more, more...sucking...and well, you tell me...how do you like it?

Neve Black

p.s. How to give a BJ card above can be purchased here at Etsy.

Pssst...Sommer Marsden is giving...

2009-03-31T08:20:00.004-04:00

blow jobs today....Yeah, I know that's hot isn't? I'll see you at Smut Girl's soon!

The blow hard tour is on, baby!
Neve Black

p.s. The wooden tile with the heart-shaped cock can be purchased here.

I'm back from a trip...

2009-03-30T21:42:00.004-04:00

around the world...from a cinema experience. I mentioned that I would be somewhat out of the blog loop because I was going to participate in the Cleveland International Film Festival. I averaged about two-three films per day. So, doing the math here quickly, I saw 25 deeply emotional experiences in 11 days. It's no wonder I'm so damn tired today.

For some of you out there that also enjoy the genre of film, and your city is hosting such a festival, I strongly encourage you to go. It's a wonderful, and magical experience. There were about 131 films offered this year and clearly, I didn't get to all of them, but here's a list of a few of my favorites:

All Around Us

Bahrtalo! (good luck)

Cherry Blossoms

Dunya and Desie

The Karamazovs

The Tour

The Wrecking Crew

Neve Black

Blow Hard Tour Countdown

2009-03-30T10:04:00.002-04:00

Are you ready for us, baby? Can I hear you beg and say pretty, please with a candy apple red cherry on top?

Don't forget tomorrow is the first day of the first annual Blow Hard Tour . Head (did I just say that?) over to Smut Girl, aka: Sommer Mardsen's tomorrow for blast off!

I'll see you there and raise you a lick,
Neve Black

So many films...

2009-03-27T17:23:00.002-04:00

so little time. I'm really enjoying the Cleveland International Film Festival this year. I was lucky to get a fancy-shmancy all access pass. That means I don't have to wait in the long ticket holder lines; hoping my film doesn't go on standby and I'm left standing in the back row, or sitting in the last seat available, which is usually in the very front row. Nope, I'm sauntering in 10 minutes before and finding a great seat smack dab in the middle of the theater. My all access pass gives me FREE valet parking too. All this special treatment is preparing me for my red carpet walk at the Oscars some day, you know. :-0

I'm writing reviews on a few of the films I've seen and I'll share more with everyone later next week.

Feeling very international these past nine days-
Neve Black

Swing Blog Tour

2009-03-25T12:00:00.001-04:00

Get a chance to virtually meet the editor and the contributing authors of the soon to be released anthology, SWING! Below are the scheduled blog tour dates, along with the participating authors blog sites. Each author was posed five questions by our editor, Jolie du Pre. Be sure to link over and read what these extremely talented authors had to say:

April 1 - Editor of Swing! Jolie du Pre

April 2 - Ashley Lister

April 3 - Donna George Storey

April 6 - Alicia Night Orchid

April 7 - Amanda Earl

April 8 - Lara Zielinsky

April 9 - TreSart L.Sioux

April 10 - M. Millstan

April 13 - Rick R. Reed

April 14 - D. L. King

April 15 - M. Christian

April 16 - Tawanna Sullivan

April 17 - Emerald

April 20 - Jolene Hui

April 21 - Michael Hemmingson

April 22 - Keeb Knight

April 23 - Beth Wylde

April 24 - Neve Black

April 27 - Claudia Moss

April 28 - Jacqueline Applebee

April 30 - Jeremy Edwards

A Blow Job A Day...

2009-03-23T12:26:00.012-04:00

keeps the doctor away. That's a lot more satisfying than an apple, don't you think?

For...e...skin...ooops, I didn't mean to say that...exactly...um and well, now I'm a bit flustered. I better start again:

For 12 days, yeah, I said 12, looong, straight days, we're offering you, dear reader a blow job a day. Can I get a hallelujah! from you please. Yeah, baby, 12 suck, lick and make you squirm until you just can't take any more days of blow jobs. We're coming soon. And we hope to make you come too.

The blow job blog tour begins next Wednesday, March 31, with our Madam of Ceremonies, our illustrious, head BJ leader, Ms. Smut Girl herself, Sommer Marsden. I will be licking you clean as a whistle when the final blow job tour stops back here on Sunday, April 11th. Here's the complete line-up of professional, suck you senseless erotic, ahem, authors:

Sommer Marsden (Wednesday, March 31st)

Alison Tyler (Thursday, April 1st)

Dakota Rebel (Friday, April 2nd)

Erobintica (Saturday, April 3rd)

Cora Zane (Sunday, April 4th)

Heidi Champa (Monday, April 5th)

EllaRegina (Tuesday, April 6th)

Marina St. Clare (Wednesday, April 7th)

Emerald (Thursday, April 8th)

Kristina Wright (Friday, April 9th)

Isabel Kerr (Saturday, April 10th)

Neve Black (Sunday, Aprill 11th)
Note: New website address: neveblack.com

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Star Review

2009-03-21T16:56:00.004-04:00

Here's just a taste of what the luscious Kirsten Monroe had to say in her review of Roxanne's sexual zodiac rendezvous's:

"...Neve Black’s “Sex through the Zodiac” is such a delightful star party! As the playful main character, Roxanne explores all of the sensual signs
very thoroughly indeed and with panache and humor...."

Have you purchased your copy of Sex through the Zodiac yet?

Neve Black

p.s. Kirsten, vous remercier mon bel ami

Black's Embellished Stuffed Peppers

2009-03-20T15:00:00.003-04:00

Looking for something new, healthy and colorful to prepare for your lover today, the first day of frisky, Spring? Please join me over at BrokeAss Gourmet . We're serving delicious multi-colored stuffed peppers, which cost pennies to make. Yum!

Neve Black

First Day of Spring and Aries

2009-03-20T12:13:00.003-04:00

I had a chance to get together with Roxanne last night. We had a great time and looking at my bottle of tequila today, I can see the liquid level is a little lower than before. As if that's anything new, right?

To continue to celebrate Roxanne’s zodiac sexcapades; beginning with today and each month going forward, I’m going to write a short snippet about each zodiac sun sign, followed by an excerpt from my book, Sex through the Zodiac , Roxanne’s sexual zodiac liaisons.

Spring Equinox marks not only the start of a new season, but also a brand new zodiac year! Today is the first day of Aries. And here’s what I’ve learned about Aries sun signs: Adventurous and energetic, pioneering and courageous, enthusiastic and confident, dynamic and quick-witted, enjoys a challenge.

If you haven’t had sex for awhile, and you’re looking to get a little action, this is the sun sign least likely to tallywack around with matters of the quick and, ahem, dirty. Aries sex drive is raw and grrrrr, animalistic! Don’t forget to butter up their egos, because that makes them even wilder in bed.

Here’s what Roxanne had to say about her sexual tryst with Scott, her Aries lover:

“…As I reached the ladies’ room door, I paused for a moment, searching my mind for what else I knew about the zodiac sign of Aries. Aries love a challenge and this Aries man had just won a romp with the Scorpio girl he’d been chasing. I knew the lustful fire that started in his head was burning between his legs by now. Aries love the thought of conquering something. He was going to conquer me and I was hot and ready to be taken by him.

I pulled back the single door to the ladies’ room, and stepped inside. The dull beige color of the bathroom’s tiled floor looked up at me. “I suspect your boring beige life is about to get a little more exciting,” I joked under my breath to the unresponsive floor.

I saw Scott’s bright blue button-down shirt and the dark grey of his dress slacks as he was crouched over one of the bathroom sinks. He was splashing cold water onto his face and he turned to look at me, smiling devilishly as I walked further into the bathroom and approached him. His smile deepened as he reached for one of the paper towels; drying off his face. He was about 6’-0” tall; long-waisted, with long, lanky arms and legs, but he still had a muscular physique. I could almost see his cock twitching inside his dress slacks.

“Are you hot?” I asked, stupidly.

“You have no idea.” He said and grabbed my waist and pulled me into him.

Aries like to dominate. I was a willing participant. Aries the Ram rules over the head on the body and being this up close and personal, I noticed Scott had a few dents and scars around his face and bald head. Those battle warrior wounds were probably from diving head first into life with his Ram horns, which presented even more proof of his Aries nature…..”

To read more about Roxanne's romp with her Aries sun sign, along with all the other zodiac signs she had her way with, purchase your own copy of Sex Through the Zodiac today.

Enjoy the first day of the zodiac's, Spring day!
Neve Black

I'm a Tease...

2009-03-18T19:44:00.009-04:00

But, I swear I'm not trying to be. No, really. I swear!

My website is coming.

Ask this non-IT girl questions about domains, domain transfers, domain pointing, and hosts, and I'll be damned! I can actually tell you a thing or two about it now. Craig Sorensen might even be a tad bit proud of me. My brain has a new file folder titled: How To Create a Small On-line Business Without Becoming an Alcoholic. Too long of a title, isn't? It conveys the right message though. This How To file folder is filled with lots and lots of little gems and tid bits I've learned along the way, because I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I've learned the hard way. The good news is: I'll never forget.

This website creating process has been a lot like a strong tongue leisurely licking my pussy; building and building and then just when I'm ready to come...the tool of pleasure pulls away. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I know when it's FINALLY ready, it's going to one of those memorable, blow your mother board orgasms though.

Until then, I swear I won't tease you for too much longer. I'm going to let you all come...soon.

Neve Black

Note: These uber-cool pillow cases pictured above can be found here at Etsy.

I'm just saying...

2009-03-15T22:16:00.003-04:00

that if I seem to drop below radar over the next couple of weeks, I have a very good reason....The Cleveland International Film Festival begins at the end of this week and by God, yes, my head will be bobbing in and out of a dark theater (watching films, you naughty minded readers) for the next 10, flushed with film fever days.

Move over Rotten Tomatoes, Roger Ebert and filmcritic.com, because this year, Neve, fancy-pants, Black is critiquing films. Yo!

Popcorn prepared,
NB

To Blow...or not to...Blow

2009-03-15T08:52:00.006-04:00

that is the question.

Stay tuned for more details on a very exciting...up and coming...oral...fixation...spine tingling...God. Please. Don't. Stop. Ever...posting.

Whew. That was more than a mouthful now, wasn't?

Card above can be purchased here at Etsy.

Neve Black

Pentagrams & Palindromes

2009-03-14T08:09:00.014-04:00

Early this morning while Jeremy was thinking about palindromes, I was reading Craig Sorensen's comments and his five star review of Sex through the Zodiac on Ravenous Romance's website.

How fabulous was that to drink coffee with this morning?

A little later today, I was grounded on my muted green Yoga mat. As always, the instructor asked each of us in class to be mindful of our practice during the session.

Today, I dedicated my one hour practice to all of you. You know who you are, my multi-talented, writer's of erotica, blogosphere friends. I wanted to dedicate the energy as a way of saying thank you for your constant support; your uplifting messages and well, for just being you. My writing life just wouldn't be the same without each of you in it. Namaste.

Neve Black

I'm A Believer

2009-03-11T18:22:00.009-04:00

When I was a little girl, my grandfather (on my Irish mother's side) used to tell me there were leprechauns living amongst his peas, carrots, peppers, shamrocks and countless varietals of lettuce in his impeccably looking garden. I believed him. Afterall, he was my favorite grandparent. I really never stopped believing. According to my grandfather's description of these garden elves, they were bright, grasshopper green, standing 3" tall and I should be careful, because leprechauns are full of mischief; much like my grandfather. I never actually saw any leprechauns in his garden, or anywhere else for that matter, but to this day, I still like believing they were really there.

Recently, I've been invited to participate in an erotic project that is centered around sex and fairies. Fairies: tiny, high-pitch sounding, fast moving, fluttery winged, sparkly, Tinker Bell-type pranksters that live somewhere between Never, Never Land and reality. I'm very excited about the project, but to be honest, I was a little skeptical, because I'm not really a fairy person. And then I thought of my grandfather's garden leprechauns: small, green garden creatures full of piss and vinegar, and I realized, Neve, leprechans are an awful lot like fairies. Yo!

In light of St. Patrick's Day, which is just around the corner and my late grandfather's garden leprechuans, I'm choosing to believe in fairies too.

Stay tuned for more sexy adventures from Loli, the fairy above.

Has anyone seen my pot my gold?
Neve Black

Inspiration

2009-03-09T14:16:00.004-04:00

I'm in the middle of a lot of different things right now. One of those things is writing a short story for a submission. Hmmm...to say that I've been struggling with the plot, would be understating things.

Today, after a nice diversion of going for a long run, I was making my way back home when a bolt of inspiration came down from the erotica Gods and Godesses above and whispered (erotica whisperers?) into my ear how to make the story work. Thank you Erotic Inspirational Gods.

As if the erotica whisperes weren't enough for one writer today, I then came home to find my friend Lois had slid pictures into my e-mail box of our trip to Italy last Fall. Be still my inspired heart and soul.

That's me sitting outside a church; the view of browns, reds and yellows found in a box of Italian Crayola crayons are the Tuscan hills in front of me. I'm writing notes while speaking Italian mew-meow to the cat. Fabulous.

Truly inspired,
Neve Black

Weekend Round-up with Rocket/Picses Party

2009-03-08T19:39:00.002-04:00

There's not too much to add here. Once again, Rocket say's it all.

Enjoy
Neve Black

5 Star Review!

2009-03-06T14:28:00.006-05:00

My friend, the multi-talented and gorgeous erotic writer, Donna George-Storey gave Roxanne's astrological romp a FIVE Star Review!

If you haven't had the chance to read Roxanne's fun frolicking journey, pick up a copy of Sex Through the Zodiac today and start to stimulate yourself...oops, silly me, I meant to say, stimulate your partner...oops, I did again.... Um...where was I? Oh yeah, start stimulating the economy!

E-book publisher, Ravenous Romance sells the book for the economical price of just $4.99.

Hmmm..now, if there were some way I could mail Donna a batch of empanadas for her kindness (see post below). Thank you, Donna!

Senorita Black's Empanada Emporium

2009-03-06T14:00:00.002-05:00

Please join me at BrokeAss Gourmet today. I've posted a recipe on how to create your very own hot n' spicy and cheap as hell, Spanish empanadas!

I want to thank Violet Blue for introducing me to BAG.

Adeo,
Neve Black

Octupus's Garden

2009-03-05T00:01:00.000-05:00

“I’d like to be…under the sea…in an octopus’s garden with you…”

Um…I’m sorry about that. You caught me singing the Beatles, Octopus’s Garden. I’m getting ready for the 16th Annual Pisces Party held at The Literary Cafe this Saturday, March 7th at 9:00 p.m.

Ruled by two planets, Neptune and Jupiter, it’s no wonder the astrological sign for Pisces are two fish swimming in opposite directions: one fish is swimming down into decadence and physical indulgence, while the other swims up toward spiritual heights.

Now that I’ve given you this nibble of knowledge, please know all zodiac signs are welcome to dive into the deep, blue waters and swim with these sensitive and often artistic Pisces fish – the more in the pool the merrier!

Note: The Literary Café is a cash only bar. A fish dish to share with others is recommended when going to the Pisces Party.

See you there,
Neve Black

It's Not Unusual

2009-03-04T09:31:00.006-05:00

for me to go out with my close friend/business partner/ex-boyfriend/ex-lover/? at anytime. When he calls to ask me, "What's New Pussycat?" I suddenly want to "Kiss" him and that's okay, because I know, "Without Love (There is Nothing)."

Welsh born singer Tom Jones played at HOB last night here in Cleveland. Tom's voice was strong, silky smooooth and I'll admit, he's quite a "Sexbomb" at the age of 68. TJ wore a ripe, plum colored suit, with a flashy black dress shirt; appropritately unbuttoned and revealing his broad chest that glistened with sweat. His hips moved slow and steady as he made love to his adorning Cleveland crowd.

Similar to a caged animal recently sprung from prison, TJ must have noticed lots of pretty, female animals close by, because there were a few of times during the performance that he would let out a deep, pulsating, "Aaaarrrroouuuggggrrrrlllll" growling sound... mating call ...? Anyway, TJ is touring with his band, which includes a brass section, key board, drums, bass guitar, lead guitar, and three back up singers that mix in percussion. To say that the sound was amazing would be understating things, but then again, perhaps my opinion of last night's performance is biased, because even though, "She A Lady", she's still just an animal at heart.

Aaaarrrroouuuggggrrrrlllll,
Neve Black

Neve Black's dirty, dirty...

2009-03-03T00:01:00.001-05:00

new web/blog site is coming soon....

Neve

Sexual Zodiac Q & A

2009-02-28T10:30:00.001-05:00

Roxanne, the sexually adventurous zodiac diva will be over at the very talented and sexy, Leo-lioness, Kirsten Monroe's on Monday, March 2nd.

Ask a sexy, zodiac question and you might win a copy of Roxanne's story, Sex through the Zodiac, published and available at Ravenous Romance along with a sudsy, sexy bar of zodiac soap.

See you at Kirsten's on Monday -
Neve Black

The Blue Dolphin Motel

2009-02-27T13:40:00.002-05:00

To support and promote, Rachel Krammer Bussel's, Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories, contributing author to the anthology, Donna George Storey asked a group of us to send a quick and dirty (fiction or memoir) story about one unforgetable hot, hot, hot, hotel sexcapade. Oooh, la, la!

Won't you join Donna in room 69 today at The Blue Dolphin Motel? There's a mint on the pillow that's calling your name, baby.

Dolphin = polygamy
Neve Black

Love and Lust...Notes...

2009-02-27T09:56:00.002-05:00

Have you ever analyzed your notes with someone else's notes? I remember in college when I was struggling with Economics. I would take copious notes, and meet with a study group and we'd compare notes. My notes didn't look anything like everyone else's notes. I got a grade C, where everyone else got A's and B's. Hmmm...it's no wonder I ended up in the English Department.

Alison Tyler is displaying various erotic writer's notes right now. It's fascinating to look into the mind of each writer and get a feel for their story creating process. And just in case you were wondering, no two writer's notes look the same and in Alison Tyler's class, everyone gets an A+.

Neve Black

The Planet's Prediction

2009-02-24T20:45:00.010-05:00

"...You may be changing your living arrangements because of a change that's brewing in your career. The full moon lunar eclipse may seal things on February 9, plus or minus one week. It appears one job will end and a new one will begin. I could be wrong, but it looks like you'll be leaving one career situation for another. These two separate situations may dovetail at the same time, but if they don't, don't worry - your chart shows plenty of evidence you are going up, up, up the ladder of success in life...." Astrologyzone

I've been riding my part-time job with medical benefits pony in the direction she's been going for awhile now. I've enjoyed riding this particularly filly, even though the trail was well-worn and often boring, because there was always plenty of out-of-saddle time to write. Recently, I noticed my filly had been acting a little spooked. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised today when she started bucking me really hard. I ended up cartwheeling out of her saddle and landing right onto my unemployed ass. So, it appears this cowgirl needs to find a new pony and a new part-time direction.

Giddyap!
Neve Black

Pussy Talk

2009-02-23T14:42:00.003-05:00

Move over Joaquin Phoenix, here's...Rocket!
Thanks, Andy.

Meow
Neve Black

Best Original Screenplay Oscar Winners

2009-02-22T00:01:00.005-05:00

As long as I can remember I've always loved to watch the Academy Awards. I would have given a body part away at the chance to attend the ceremonies in Hollywood. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I'd still give a body part or two away at the chance...to walk (I'd be on my hands and knees...crawling) across the famous red carpet. Very heavy sigh.

It's a great honor to be nominated amongst the best of best in screen performance: acting, producing, directing, musical score, etc and of course one of the love's of my life - best screenplay. As a writer, and a lover of film, I dream of writing a screenplay that somehow finds its way into the hands of a producer and director that share my vision.

I know that I'm a dreamer and probably a little (okay, so A LOT) delusional, but if you stop dreaming, I think you die.

Tears of joy. Tears of pride. Tears of honor. Those are the tears that were streaming down my cheeks as I watched the Youtube video above: The Best Screenplay Oscar Winners from 1940-2007.

Enjoy the Academy Award ceremony tonight everyone -

Neve Black

Crave

2009-02-21T11:26:00.002-05:00

Sarah Kane's expressionistic play, Crave is now playing at Asterisk Gallery through March 8th. It's a dark little journey, but well worth the trip.

Neve Black

Academy Award Countdown!

2009-02-19T13:59:00.006-05:00

I'm counting down the hours now until Oscar night, which is this Sunday, February 22 at 8p.m., EST. I'm one of the three divas hosting a red carpet party this year and I can't wait! We'll have a really, really, really BIG screen for up-close and personal viewing of stars and starlets. We also have a Master of Ceremonies walking throughout the sea of party goers. MC will be equiped with a microphone and prepared to ask the guests random questions about this year's nominated films. And yes, of course MC will be inquiring with each guest as they walk the Hollywood in Tremont red carpet, "Oooooh, you look smashing, dah-linque! I simply must know...we all must know...who are you WEARING?" There's going to be prizes given for movie trivia guestions during commercial breaks, and for a dollar, each guest can cast their official Oscar ballot and win the pot.

My pink ballgown, silver Cinderella slippers, long and sexy, silver gloves and bright pink boa with its silver flecks were all held captive and silent; hidden behind my closet door, until today. You see, as Oscar countdown gets closer, I start to vibrate with excitement. For example, I was bitten by the Oscar zeal bug shortly after I had painted my fingernails and toenails the ostentatious color, "Drama Queen." Shortly after the polish had completely dried (no smudges for Oscar divas), I was consumed with the burning desire to strategically remove my complete Oscar ensemble from inside the depths of my closet. I simply had to display her proudly for my full, voyeuristic, pleasure. Now, each time I pass by "Pretty in Pink", I wave to her. She flirtatiously winks back, as she stands there waiting patiently for me... and for Sunday to arrive.... Heavy sigh.

Yes, I am ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille -
Neve Black

Sex through the Zodiac, UNZIPPED with Donna George Storey

2009-02-16T14:20:00.008-05:00

The woman of multiple-orgasms, oops, I meant to say, multiple-talents, Donna George Storey recently interviewed me about my novel, Sex through the Zodiac. We also talked about sex, zodiac sex, food and sex and well, more sex. Please take a minute and head over to Donna's blog to read this really fun, and creative interview. I'm sure you'll quickly realize how much fun Donna and I had with this. :-)

Thank you, Donna!

Neve Black

Neve Black Reads Nikki Magennis

2009-02-15T13:47:00.002-05:00

Open mic at the Literary Cafe 2/12/09. Part1 from Andy Timithy on Vimeo.

The video above was from last Thursday night's open microphone poetry reading at The Literary Cafe. I'm in the mix here with other readers (about 12 minutes into the video). My reading was short and sweet. Once again, I want to thank Nikki for giving me the okay to read two of her gorgeously written poems, Madrid and After Midnight. I'm slowly warming more and more people up to the idea of eroticism. I think it's working, because I had a number of people want to look through the two books I read from, which were Alison Tyler's, Flash Fucking (Frenzy) and Afternoon Delight. The feedback I've been getting is very postive and I strongly encourage many of the young poets (twentysomething's) to explore the genre.

Neve Black

Sex Through The Zodiac Reading Tonight!

2009-02-14T12:00:00.002-05:00

As a pleasant reminder, I'll be reading excerpts from my novel, Sex through The Zodiac tonight at Visible Voice Books; located in the uber-cool and fashionably hip neighborhood of Tremont. There will also be wine, chocolates and an open mic. available for anyone who'd like to read.

Happy Valentine's Day!
Neve Black

Ambrosia Anthology Is LIVE Today!

2009-02-14T11:15:00.004-05:00

What could be better than a me'nage a' trois on Valentine's Day, to include you, food and sex? My story, Bittersweet Chocolate is one of the stories between the sexy, satin sheets...oops, I meant to say, pages of this sexy e-book, which focuses on food and sex. Ooooh, la, la!

Happy Valentine's Day!
Neve Black

Poetry Reading Tonight

2009-02-12T17:47:00.004-05:00

I'm headed to the Literary Cafe tonight for the monthly open mic. poetry reading extravaganza. The Literary has been on poetry reading hiatus since December; missing the month of January because Linda and Andy, the Lit. Cafe owners were out of the country - touring through Portugal and Southern Spain. Lucky them.

Anyway, in an attempt to continue to plug Roxanne (not that she requires anymore plugging...wink, wink), I will of course be promoting (insert pimping) Sex Through the Zodiac tonight.

I'll be reading tonight too, but instead of zodiac prose, I've decided to read a couple of gorgeous pieces written by the very talented Nikki Magennis. I read Nikki's work in two separate anthologies recently, both published by Alison Tyler. I asked Nikki via e-mail if she would mind if I read her work and humbly, she said that she would be honored. Nikki, I'm the one who is honored.

I mentioned on more than one occassion that I have met and read some unbelievably talented writers out here in the blogland world. I'd like to keep the spirit of celebrating each other alive; renouncing Roxanne from time to time, and lifting up my glass of tequila to share other writer's penned words with my little corner of the world.

If my reading is videotaped, I'll share my voice reading Nikki's words with all of you.

Poetry is alive and well in Cleveland -
Neve

Go And See

2009-02-11T00:01:00.002-05:00

I've Loved You So Long - Trailer | Movies & TV | SPIKE.com

the film, I've Love You So Long. Dostoevsky-esque, the film has a foursome of themes: crime, punishment, judgment and redemption. Somehow, this film was NOT nominated for an Academy Award and I've already filed a formal complaint with the Academy about this wildly obvious oversight. Kristin Scott Thomas' performance was superb. She plays a woman released after serving 15 years in prison for a crime she willingly admits to commiting. As the plot slowly and beautifully unfolds, we learn more about her wounded and withdrawn character and the soul wrenching circumstances behind her crime.

What more can I say about this film besides, go and see it? The entire cast was perfect. The direction was magnificant. And I was crying like blubbering idiot. This was one of the best films I've seen.

Five Stars
Neve Black

p.s. French with subtitles

An Evening of Eroticism

2009-02-09T00:01:00.002-05:00

If you don't already have plans for VD, please stop by. There's an open mic and I'd love to hear other voices reading their favorite and naughty erotic excerpts. The highly talented artist, Brian Pierce will be displaying his series, "The Garden of Erotic Delights." What? You need another incentive? Well, some of my very best friends will be there too, Oral, Aural, Visual and Chocolate.

XO
Neve Black

Sex. Food. Play.

2009-02-08T13:51:00.004-05:00

Please feel free to select the link here to read my interview with editor, Jesse Blair about my story, Bittersweet Chocolate for Ambrosia, the food and sex anthology published by Ravenous Romance. The e-book will be available for your sensual, erotic pleasure on Valentine's Day. Is that deliciously convenient, or what?

Sexy Food,
Neve Black

G Is For Gemini and Alison Tyler

2009-02-07T10:39:00.005-05:00

In an effort to support Roxanne's romping sexcapes through the zodiac, the very talented and wonderful, erotic editor and writer, Ms. Alison Tyler is offering a contest on her site this weekend for any of you that haven't had the chance to read my novel, Sex through the Zodiac.

Thank you Alison, you sexy Gemini, you -
Neve Black

Tie a String Around Your...

2009-02-07T00:01:00.003-05:00

finger, toe, cock, left nipple, or whatever as a reminder not to forget about Valentine's Day. :-)

SWAK
Neve Black

p.s. I must give credit to Violet Blue, who found this amazing video. Thanks, VB.

Editor/Publisher's Thoughts

2009-02-05T00:01:00.002-05:00

Lori Perkins, the editor and publisher with Ravenous Romance and home to my book, Sex Through the Zodiac had these thoughts to say about my novel....

"I love this book, and the story behind it.

Neve Black had sent a handful of stories in to us at RR. I bought one for SEX AND SHOES, and another for MEN IN SHORTS. So I emailed her and asked if she was working on a novel. And she said, no, she'd only written short stories. I encouraged her to try her hand at a novel, and she said she wasn't sure she could do it. I casually mentioned that I thought she should think of it as a series of interconnected short stories.

A few days later she called. She had an idea. How 'bout a novel about a woman who decides to sleep with every sign of the Zodiac in her quest to find true love? I told her it was perfect. She mentioned that she could conceive of the novel as interconnected short stories.

She sent me regular updates on the novel-writing process and was able to write her first novel in less than 2 months. I was impressed. And equally impressed with the novel. It's engaging, clever and a real good romp.

I love finding and cultivating new authors.

So buy her book and encourage her to write more (we are actually hoping to sign her up for further adventures through the Zodiac)."

Lori Perkins
Ravenous Romance

Nikki Magennis, Petite Fours and Truffles...Oh My!

2009-02-04T00:01:00.009-05:00

We end our sensual blogging feast with petite fours and truffles, served by the lovely, Nikki Magennis. I'm sure Nikki has come up with something brilliant for us today.

If Nikki did need any help with her menu choice, she could always ask Kara, the heroine in her book, The New Rakes to step from the pages of her book and assist her:

Until we sensually progress again,
Neve Black

Sommer Marsden's Dessert is Xcessica

2009-02-03T00:01:00.009-05:00

My imagination is running wild at the thought of what the renowned, Smut Girl has created for us for dessert today. I'm sure her recipe will be similar to her book, Double Booked, which has equal parts of sensuous, sexy, and fun, with a dash of wild and crazy!

Dessert is Sex,
Neve Black

Emerald is tossing...

2009-02-02T06:00:00.000-05:00

sensuous salad today as we continue our on-line erotic progressive feast. Who other than our very own, Greenlight District extraordinaire - Ms. Emerald, will have each of us yearning for a frollick in a lustful bed of green and leafy!

Produce is so sexy,
Neve Black

Just when you thought it was safe...

2009-02-01T18:00:00.000-05:00

what do I do? I take you back to the Oscars again.
Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona was the in-flight film I watched recently while flying from Brazil to the Mojave desert as part of the on-line sensual and moveable feast. I really enjoyed this film, which I missed seeing on the big screen last year (thumps my head).

In my opinion, Woody Allen is a true master at writing dialogue. Somehow Allen manages to touch upon his character's (or his) deepest and often most painful neurosis while he creatively weaves humor through each conversation. His films evoke such raw emotion in me. I find that I'm laughing, blushing while also identifying with his characters in some way.

VCB was filmed exclusively in the city I've been having a long-term love affair with, Barcelona, Spain.

The story is about two best friends, Vicky (Rebecca Hall) and Cristina (Scarlett Johannson) that travel to Barcelona for a summer. Each woman's reasons for the journey are as equally different as their characters. They meet a splendid Bohemium painter, Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem) and later we're introduced to Juan Antonio's volatile ex-wife, Maria Elena (Penelope Cruz). Ahhh...the plot does thicken. To quickly summarize, the story is about how each character in the film is faced with sexual attraction and what he/she does with it. Once again, life imitates art and art imitates life.

You'll have to rent this one on DVD, but be sure you do. It's a must see.

Feeling Woody Allenesque neurotic,
Neve Black

Neve's Irreverant Talk Show Interview

2009-02-01T00:01:00.020-05:00

Here's the videotaped interview from Saturday, January 24th. Nope. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Nope. There wasn't a script. Yes, tequila was involved. And yes, I did get to pimp Sex through the Zodiac and the publisher, Ravenous Romance.

The New Literary Cafe Talk Show. #21. Neve Black. from Andy Timithy on Vimeo.

Thank you Linda and Andy -
Neve Black

Donna George Storey is an Amorous Woman....

2009-01-31T00:01:00.015-05:00

As we continue our erotic on-line sensual feast, we head over to Donna George Storey's for a healthy, vegetarian dish. Donna loves to cook and it's my understanding, she's quite good at it too. As a treat for all of us, I have a feeling Donna may have invited her friend Lydia, (trailer below)

from the pages of Donna's book, Amorous Woman to help prepare today's culinary masterpiece that will not only ignite sexual energy, but will also be packed full of sensual Japanese flavors.

Amorous and hungry,
Neve Black

Kirsten Monroe Knows Something...

2009-01-30T00:01:00.004-05:00

about meat.... Today's smorgasbord has been prepared by our sensuous hostess, Kirsten Monroe. We're headed to the Mojave Desert for a Morrocan-style dinner, served under a big tent. I know Kirsten has been working hard on her hunk, a hunk of smoking, savory, slab of juicy, melt in your mouth, not in your hand, boneless mmmeat.

Whew. It's hot in here,
Neve Black

Roxanne's Brazilian Beach Bungalow

2009-01-29T00:01:00.033-05:00

No, it's not your imagination. Yes, it’s late January, and you really are feeling the warm and balmy glow from the day’s radiating, Rio de Janeiro (River of January) summer sun. Roxanne is going to be your hostess tonight, mostly because she could really use a break after romping her way through each zodiac sun sign. She loves warm, sunny beaches, so it was her idea to have us all head to Brazil for fresh fish.

Take a deep breath and smell the clean, tantalizing South Atlantic breeze as it moves across your dewy skin. The sky is clear and bright, and the stars above sparkle like diamonds. The full, saffron-yellow moon is so close that you could pluck it from the sky like a ripened canteloupe.

Roxanne and I are happy to see everyone dressed casually – wearing your sundresses, shorts and tee-shirts, because we’ll be dining outside tonight on the beach of Ipanema.

Yes, by all means, remove your sandals and flip-flops and wriggle your naked toes in the warm and delicious sand. Along with the sound of waves running onto the shore, the sexy rhythmic music you hear is the Bossa Nova and that’s the rich, distinctive voice of Astrud Gilberto (an Aries sun sign) and Stan Getz (an Aquarius sun sign) is on saxophone.

As you scratch your head trying to figure out why I'm sharing our musical entertainment's zodiac sun signs with you, be patient, you'll know soon enough. In the meantime, please try a Brazilian rum cocktail called a caipirinha. One of these will surely get you into a sultry, samba, kind of mood.

Ingredients:
2 tablespoons sugar
juice of 2 limes, rinds reserved
1 cup cachaça or white rum

Directions:
Add one cup crushed ice in a cocktail shaker; combine the sugar, lime juice, cachaça, and crushed ice. Shake well. Cut the rinds into pieces and divide among four (8-ounce) glasses. Pour the caipirinhas over the rinds, stir and serve.

The double French doors in the living area lead to a covered porch and then outside onto the wooden deck. There you’ll find tiki torches lighting your way down the stairs and onto the beach. This is where our beautiful, white linen covered dinner table awaits us.

Flamingo pink, tangerine orange, crimson red, banana yellow, and parrot green are the explosive colors of the ceramic chargers and bowls at each place setting. White linen napkins sit patiently in pedestal water glasses, and look like fans waving hello. Two, large, hurricane candle holders sit on each side of the freshly cut exotic flower centerpiece.

You’ll notice Roxanne has set out place cards for everyone. And you're probably sitting next to someone you don’t know very well. No worries. She's purposely planned things that way because tonight's discussion question is:

“What's been your most memorable sexual zodiac sun sign experience? Please be prepared to elaborate with the person next to you."

While you’re all sharing your most intimate detailed astrological tryst (s) Roxanne would like to serve her succulent, fish dish now. Sticking with the theme of Brazil, she's prepared an authentic Brazilian dish called fish muqueca.

Even though we’re dining in Brazil tonight, fish muqueca served with its traditional farofa is a hearty and delicious fish stew that is easy for you to prepare at home anytime:

Ingredients:
Start by selecting a meatier type of fish, like monk, red snapper, or swordfish.
Roxanne chose swordfish for tonight’s muqueca because it was the catch of the day.

Cut fresh fish into large bite-size pieces
6 red tomatoes (diced into small pieces)
1 onion (sliced)
1 red pepper (sliced)
1 red chili with seeds (chopped)
1 bunch of fresh coriander (chopped)
1 clove of fresh garlic (chopped)
2 tbs of tomato puree
1/4 cup shrimp stalk
½ cup of coconut milk
1 tbs of palm oil
2 tbs of olive oil

Heat a large size pan and add the olive oil. Add onions and let them sweat in the oil for about a minute. Add the fresh garlic. Add red chili with seeds. Add red peppers. Add tomatoes. Stir ingredients gently. Add shrimp stalk. Add tomato puree. Let simmer for about 10 minutes until ingredients start to soften. Add fish. Let fish cook in ingredients for about 5-6 minutes. Add coconut milk. Stir ingredients. Add palm oil. Stir. Garnish with coriander. Serve hot with yellow farofa.

Ingredients for yellow farofa:
4 tbs of butter
½ cup chopped onions.
1 tbs of palm oil.
¾ cup of casava flour.
1 pinch of sea salt.

Add butter to hot frying pan. Add onions. Let onions simmer and soften in pan. Add palm oil. Add cassava flour and stir. Add salt. Serve hot with fish muqueca.

Roxanne thanks you all for coming tonight. She's enjoyed having you here. I hope you’re feeling a bit warmer now after spending an evening on Ipanema beach. I hope you enjoyed tonight’s setting, the caipirinhas, the fish muqueca and the titillating discussion of one another's most memorable, sexy sun sign experiences -

Tomorrow, the dish is a meat entrée and our hostess is multi-talented Kirsten Monroe. Kirsten flashed me her vibrant, paprika-painted toe nails as a hint of what's on the menu - we're all headed to the Mojave Desert for a Moroccan-style dining experience, complete with big pillows and a tent. Oh, and there's more too...cocktails and skinny dipping in the hot springs before dinner....I can hardly wait!

Jeremy Edwards and Helia Brookes...

2009-01-28T00:01:00.010-05:00

double the pleasure with their sensual and sensational soup du jour of erotic delight. Jeremy and Helia like it hot and spicy, and I have a feeling there soup dish will not only be hearty and filling, but mouth watering, spine tingling and sexy-savory deee-licious!

Soup spoon prepared,
Neve Black

Talk Show

2009-01-27T00:01:00.016-05:00

I had mentioned last week that I was going on a mini book tour to promote Roxanne, the sexy Scorpion and heroine in my book, Sex through the Zodiac. Last Saturday night, my first stop was The Literary Cafe's talk show, where Mr. Richard (Dick) Trainer and his co-host, Eric Alleman both conducted the interview. Once the videotape has been prepared and I fully review the material; making sure it isn't too...um...smutty, I'll link the interview from here.

Unscathed talk show guest survivor,
Neve Black

Shanna Germain is Appetizing

2009-01-26T00:01:00.010-05:00

The sensual feast continues with Shanna Germain and her sumptuous, erotic appetizers. I'm sure she's whipped up something magnificant for all of us. Shanna knows how to stimulate all those erotic juices.

Feeling stimulated,
Neve Black

Amuse-Bouche with Craig Sorensen

2009-01-25T00:01:00.009-05:00

The sensual spread of cornucopia has officially begun. Please join Craig Sorensen as he teases our palates with amuse-bouche: a small bite...a little taste...just a nibble...of amusement for your mouth....

Licking my fingers,
Neve Black

Roxanne's Debut

2009-01-23T08:36:00.003-05:00

You can read all about Roxanne's zodiac sexcapades via e-book on Ravenous Romance's website today! Of course her creator is thrilled about sharing Roxanne's New Year's resolution with each of you - to have sex with every zodiac sun sign in one year. Let's just say Roxanne exceeded her creators expectations.

Enjoy and tell two friends -
Neve Black

Sex through the Zodiac

2009-01-21T00:01:00.003-05:00

is scheduled to be published on Friday, January 23rd with Ravenous Romance. For some of you that don't recall, or are new to my blog, I pitched my story idea to Lori Perkins from Ravenous late October of last year. She liked it. I was on cloud nine. I had a deadline. I went into shock. And then I wrote a rather large amount of words in a rather short amount of time. Sex through the Zodiac is twelve interlinking stories of one woman's New Year's resolution to have sex with each sun sign in one year. And because of the story's length (just under 50K), it's considered a novel.

I'm going on a mini tour with Sex through the Zodiac: first stop is The Literary Cafe on Saturday night. I'm being interviewed by none other than Richard Trainer. Dick is known for his crass and crazy interviewing antics. Mr. Trainer has mentioned to me that he's a little intimidated by the fact that I write erotica. I'm intimidated by his mustache. It should be fun. I will link the videotaped episode at a later date for all to watch and listen in proper voyeur form.

Next stop will be a reading at Visible Voice bookstore on February 14th. I'm in tandem at this event with my friend Brian Pierce, who just happens to be a phenomenal erotic artist. Staying with the voyeur theme, customers can view Brian's work, while listening to me read. I think it's a brilliant way for singles, couples, or menage a many to enjoy lover's day.

I'm an urban dweller. I like to shake things up in the burbs when I can. Thus, my plan to read at River Gallery, which is located in the conservative west side suburb of Rocky River. Ara, the gallery owner is organizing other erotic artists to display their work while I read for an evening. There hasn't been an official date set yet, but I'll keep everyone posted when that occurs.

Thank you for your constant support. I appreciate your thoughts, your time and your love of eroticism.

Zodiac sun sign - Scorpio
Neve Black

A Sensual Feast

2009-01-19T09:48:00.003-05:00

"Come join us for a sensual feast to celebrate the new year of hope, promise, and delicious pleasures of every flavor. Each day a new erotica-writing blogger will be your host for one sumptuous course, providing recipes, entertainment and scintillating discussion topics. Best of all, dinners ala blog are known to expand your mind, but not your waistline. The festivities begin on Sunday, January 25. Come to one, come to all—you deserve a little indulgence!"
Donna George Storey

Below is the on-line progressive dinner schedule showing each day, each host/hostess and their attached links. Beginning on Sunday, January 25th through Wednesday, February 4th, I will be linking each host/hostess' from my blog. Make sure to bring your erotic appetite and perhaps a doggie bag as you journey through this very exciting, sensual and dee-lic-ious experience:

Sunday January 25--Amuse-bouche
Host: Craig Sorensen

Monday January 26—Appetizer
Host: Shanna Germain

Wednesday January 28--Soup
Hosts: Helia Brookes and Jeremy Edwards

Thursday January 29—Fish
Host: Neve Black

Friday January 30--Meat Entrée
Host: Kirsten Monroe

Saturday, January 31--Vegetarian entrée
Host: Donna George Storey

Monday, February 2--Salad
Host: Emerald

Tuesday, February 3—Dessert
Host: Sommer Marsden

Wednesday, February 4--Petit Fours and truffles
Host: Nikki Magennis

Bon Appetit
Neve

Peanut Butter & Penguins

2009-01-18T13:32:00.002-05:00

In these tough economic times during the cold, snowy weather, it's important that I look for slices of sunshine wherever I can. I think I suffer from SAD: winter depression. I've learned this about myself afer living here in Cleveland, Ohio through the brutal winters. You see, I don't care too much for snow coming right to my doorstep. For me, snow at my doorstep means my skiis are on and I'm a few slips and slides away to the closest chair lift. Or, I'm dusting snow off the 500 year-old stone steps of my winter chalet in Switzerland (insert delusions of grandeur).

Onto searching for rays of sunshine: I love peanut butter. I also have quite a thing for penguins. I learned today both are nearing extinction. Suddenly, there's a stormy dark, rain cloud hovering over my sunny peanut butter and black tie disposition.

The FDA has sent out a warning to everyone not to eat, breath, taste, open, look or smell anything that has peanut butter in it, until the extent of the salmonella breakout has been determined. Yuck! Wouldn't you know it, I'm currently out of peanut butter at my house. I run out of the creamy, dreamy, nutty stuff quite a lot, because I put it on nearly everything: bananas, apples, sandwiches and the tips of my fingers. Yum!

A formal affair with pizazz, aka: Northern Rockhopper penguins. This year, I wanted to send everyone on my Christmas list adoption papers for certain types of wild animal species that are currently on the extinction list, because the environment is my pet peeve. I quickly realized that my pet peeve isn't the time to excercise in gift giving, so I didn't. Today, I read that another breed of my beloved penguins are dying off. It sickens me. I know all about Mr. Darwin's evolution of species, but come on, some of these animals don't stand a chance against the pollution, over population and the overall lack of empathy for their life.

One World.

I'm sure the peanut butter ban will eventually be lifted, but what about the penguins? Please, you don't have to donate to every animal cause, like I do. Hell, I'm not asking you to adopt stray cats from the street, like I did, but please, think about what you can do each and everyday to help make our world and environment a better place. If everyone did one thing everyday...it would surely make a difference.

SAD and sad,
Neve

Mercury Retrograde

2009-01-17T15:36:00.010-05:00

I'm not sure if you're aware that the messenger planet, Mercury has been retrograde since the 11th of this month. Retrograde simply means moving backward. No, of course the planet isn't actually moving backward, but during this period, all things communicative become confusing: wires inexplicably get crossed, words are misintrepreted, computers crash and water tight contracts mysteriously get wet and fall apart. The illusion of backward motion occurs because the angle of a planet’s orbit relative to Earth’s orbit changes at certain points in their respective cycles. The current retrograde cycle lasts for about three weeks'. We'll be free of this communication breakdown cycle February 1st.

During Mercury's retrograde and the inevitable communication debacle, being retro is in, but starting something new during this time is not. Feel free to recyle, reinvent, retreat, remove, reject, revisit, redecorate, and reexamine, but for the love of God, stay away from doing anything new, or else you'll end up having to repeat, repeat, repeat what you started.

I'm obliging Mercury's retrograde by rereading a classic novel by an American Classic writer, F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Last Tycoon. Interestingly enough, Fitzgerald's unfinished masterpiece is research for my screenplay.

Enjoy all things re until February 1st -
Neve

Back to the Oscars...

2009-01-15T16:04:00.007-05:00

In Bruges was the film I saw this week. This film was on my list of films to see prior to Colin Farrell's Golden Globe win last Sunday for best actor in a comedy. Colin has a bad boy reputation around Hollywood for excessive drinking and slipping in and out of various starlet's panties. Hmmm...who hasn't done that from time to time? He hasn't gained much respect with critics for his reputation as an actor either. Regardless of whose panties he's removed, or how much booze he's consumed, his performance in this film was excellent.

Pulp fiction meets the odd couple is one way to describe this little gem of a flick. It's dark. It's violent. It's also very well written. The humor that runs throughout the movie cleverly brightens the insipid horror of two assasin's lives; leaving a golden (globe) hue of wit and charm.

Neve gives In Bruges a thumbs up!

p.s. I had good intentions of slipping out of my own panties and into my lipstick pink Oscar gown last night - I was going to have one of my dinner guests snap a picture of me in it, so I could show all of you today. Time, conversation, music and my dear friends, salt, lime and tequila railroaded my intentions.

There's More to Life than Oscar

2009-01-14T10:20:00.007-05:00

God, am I obsessed with film, or what? I went back and read my recent past blog postings and for Heaven sake's, I think I might have to check myself into the Betty Ford Institute for having film OCD.

My apologies to all of you in blogland for my repetitive and geez, it appears that I'm really a snob about film watching too... Sorry.

I have done other things besides watching films: I'm very fortunate to have the precious gift of time. I choose to use that gift to create stories. My time is also being used to further conduct research on the subject I hope to one day make into a screenplay. Furthermore, in spite of blizzard conditions here in N.E. Ohio, last night I headed east (into Cleveland's snow belt) to listen to three delightful poets read their work. It was cold outside, but I felt the warmth from their souls as they each spoke of their heart-felt experiences. Miles Budimir, my friend, was one of the three poets. Miles is an amazing and gifted writer. Yes, you really are, M.

There's two Capricorn birthdays this week too. My friend Lois turns (okay, I'm not allowed to say) on Saturday, and my friend Natalie's husband, Thomas, who's also my friend and legal counsel has a birthday next Monday. I'm having a little dinner soiree to celebrate Lois' birthday at my house on Thursday night. It seems like everyone is dieting right now (must be New Year's resolutions), so I have to come up with something really fantastic that stays within the realm of rabbit food. I can't help but wonder what Donna George-Storey and Kirsten Monroe would do when faced with the conundrum of creating a masterpiece out of lettuce -

Finally, I know many of my writer friends out here in blogland deserve a big round of applause for all their efforts, and for the joy of being published. I want to offer a shout out each of them: Craig Sorensen, Heidi Champa, Kirsten Monroe, Jeremy Edwards, Sommer Marsden, Donna George-Storey, Nikki Magennis,, Alison Tyler, M.Christian, Emerald..who am I missing?

I swear I didn't meann to write a small saga here. What have you been up to besides spending time in a dark theater?

Neve Black

p.s. The Saucy Salad Bowl apron above can be purchased here via Etsy.

The Trouble with Tribbles

2009-01-13T00:01:00.015-05:00

The image above is from a 1967 Star Trek episode and today's blog title. My older brother was obsessed with everything Star trek. I was obsessed with everything my brother did, because he was so much older than me and really cool. I'd scootch and wriggle my little body onto our gold couch, with its short, angular wooden legs, until I felt my back pressing against the large, square cushions and my feet were sticking straight out in front of me. I wanted to be right next to my brother and watch Star Trek too.

I remember one year, my brother convinced my two sisters and me to dress up as his favorite Star Trek characters. I think I was Lieutenant Uhura, but I can't be certain, because I was only about four years old. He also loved the Beatles. And my mom still has the pictures of all of us dressed to look like the band members of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band. Hey, what can I say, it was California and it was the 60's.

My young mind was programmed by watching Star Trek episodes - "Set your phaser on stun, gentlemen." Captain James. T. Kirk used to say after beaming down onto an unexplored planet.

Today, I refer to Star Trek episodes, or I quote lines from films as anologies in conversations. For example, when I find myself having trouble with something, like the ending to a story, or feeling perplexed by a publisher, and or I'm just feeling frustrated with things that are beyond my control, I refer to this as having trouble with tribbles. And then I head off to Yoga. If Yoga fails, which its practice rarely ever does, then I have comfort knowing my phaser stun gun is safely stashed away in my handbag - and I'm ready to do battle with the bad guys that are causing me tribble troubles, aka: Klingons.

What are some of your past experiences that you use today?

Beam me up, Scotty -
Neve

p.s. I found the original 50 minute The Trouble With Tribbles episode if you have the time or the interest.

Golden Globes

2009-01-11T00:01:00.002-05:00

I'm not talking about a woman's pair of forever tanned and tempting ta-ta's, or kissed-from-the-California-sun, cheeks of her tight ass. I'm not referring to the glorious set of melt in your mouth, globes that hang between, "oh yes, there is a God!" a man's legs either. I'll admit, the words, Golden Globes does conjure up a certain sexual connotation and you can't help but think of those fun, loving body parts, huh? Ahhh, come on, tell me I'm wrong about that?

The Golden Globes are made up of Hollywood's Foreign Press Assoc.(HFPA). Golden Globe winners in film are generally Oscar winners too. Thus, Golden Globes are the pre-Academy Award awards. There's also the Screen Actors Guild Awards (SAG) for cinema artists too. Yeah, I know, three award ceremonies. It's what and how they do things in Hollywood: BIG, really, really BIG. You'd think one award ceremony for the beloved world of cinema would be enough. Tsk, tsk, tsk, to me for ever thinking that would be acceptable.

Golden Globes start tonight at 8:00 p.m. EST. I may have to unhook the doo-hooky on my television and readjust the thingamajig in order to watch. Here's my prediction: Slumdog Millionaire will win. Care to wager? Maybe a chance to peek at my Golden Globes, if you show me your Oscar...? :-)

I'm ready for my close-up now, Mr. Demille -
Neve Black

p.s. Next week I'm going to share an image of my Oscar party dress with you. It's pink and perfect. It was a little more than I usually spend - $12.00, but I think it was worth every penny.

Revolutionary Road

2009-01-10T00:01:00.003-05:00

I'm continuing my red carpet trek this week. My handsome friend Miles stopped over to my house and hooked up the watchamacallit to the thingamajiggy so I could watch movies on my old, but new to me television. I saw Burn After Reading. It had been awhile since I'd bonded with my over-stuffed, olive green, snuggly, love seat and it felt great. Thank you again, M.

Burn After Reading: I'm a huge fan of the Coen brothers. I enjoy their quirky sense of humor and their ability to capture the complete and utter insanity that can be found in almost anyone when pushed beyond emotional limitations. Like life, sometimes even good people do really stupid things and bad people, well, according the the Coen's, there seems to be little redemption, because the bad just get..worse.

The snow has been falling again, so I had to activate the 4x4 on the Neve mobile before heading across town to see Sam Mendes' film, Revolutionary Road. You might remember another film he directed a few years ago, called American Beauty. He won an Oscar for best director for that film. Revolutionary Road is a similiar in theme - exposing truths that stay safely hidden behind societal norms. It was very well acted, directed and the dialogue between the two main characters, played by Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet (Mrs. Sam Mendes) was outstanding. I found myself wanting to write some of the poignant lines down. Of course, light was not on my side and my purse, which holds the needed pen and paper was not cooperating.

Anyway, I recommend spending the moola and seeing Revolutionary Road. I also recommend renting Burn After Reading too. Both are written quite well.

Next week's films are: In Bruges at home and maybe The Wrestler or I've loved you so long on the big screen.

Oscar countdown 2009,
Neve Black

Wood Chippers and Prison Time

2009-01-09T00:01:00.001-05:00

Recently I had posted about my desire to write a screenplay. And then I found my subject matter to write about. I knew I needed time to conduct research before making the decision to move forward and commit to writing a script.

Here's a sample dialogue with friends that have asked me how my research is coming along. I want to share these conversations with you, my blogland friends, because it really sheds light on my progress:

"Neve how's the research coming along on ___?" A curious friend will inquire.

"Pretty good, although I can't get anyone to answer my e-mail inquiries and or return my telephone calls, but, I've made some progress putting together the facts by what's already been documented historically." I respond, happy with my note gathering efforts.

"I'm surprised people aren't willing to talk to you about ____, especially once they realize you're not a reporter, but you're writing a screenplay." A usual response.

"Well, from what I've learned, there's a pretty good reason why people aren't responding." I answer, baiting the hook.

"Oh yeah? Why?" Someone will ask, while cocking their heads to one side and creasing their foreheads as curiosity turns to intrigue.

"Well, there's actually two very good reasons - #1: it appears anyone that's been involved with _____has either served time in prison, or #2: has ended up in a wood chipper. And I can't be certain, but I'm guessing the #2 reason is related to desperate times and...well, desperate measures." I finish, knowing that by disclosing this information concludes the conversation.

I've decided to press on and write the script for at least two very good reasons -
#1: I'm an ambitious girl and, #2: I'm partly insane. I'm kidding. Sort of. I do think the story should be told, but it needs to be told on the big screen. Wish me luck.

Trying to avoid wood chippers and prisons at all costs,
Neve Black

p.s. I will fill in the ____above as I feel more comfortable broadcasting the information and my life isn't in danger...I'm kidding. Sort of. :-)

Fly. On. The. Wall.

2009-01-08T00:01:00.003-05:00

I'm in awe of the fact that five living American presidents all met at the Whitehouse for a luncheon to discuss past, present and future global issues yesterday. It's simply extraodinary. According to political historians, the last time living U.S. presidents were all together for a brainstorming session was 1981 and Ronald Reagan was the incumbent.

And, yes, of course the Neve Black naughtiness can't help but wonder what they were all smiling and laughing about. Hmmm....

Whitehouse History in the making, 2009 -

Neve Black

Roderick Jaynes

2009-01-07T00:01:00.004-05:00

Not to belabor a topic, but I thought everyone might like to know, Neve Black's grotto is now home to a recently divested circa 1995 RCA television set. Thanks to my loving friend Q for setting my stubborn ass straight and demanding that I save her t.v. from peril - which means Q was getting ready to leave this, beauty is only skin deep at the curb of our favorite second hand store, Unique Thrift.

First, I had to lay down a few ground rules before she settled into the grotto: there will be no nonsense television watching allowed at anytime. She is here for one sole purpose - watching porn...oops, I meant to write films....Yeah, yeah, Oscar nod films. Music and conversation with visitors will always take priority over her. She must stay hidden behind the wooden doors of the armoire until she's asked to be seen. I know this seems dominatrix-like of me, but if you don't crack the whip, then gimps... oops, I meant to write television can run amok.

Tonight, it's popcorn, my couch and Joel and Ethan Cohen's film, Burn After Reading.

Neve Black

p.s. A little Oscar trivia here: Roderick Jaynes is the fictitious name for the Cohen Bros. editor. They edit all their own work. :-)

Peer Pressure and the Golden Globes

2009-01-04T20:26:00.007-05:00

If I had a dollar everytime someone has offered to let me borrow, or hell, just give me their second, third, or fourth television set, I'd be a Slumdog Millionaire.

Sure, I'd like to play the martyr and say, while all puffed up with bravado, "For the sake of moral standard and higher learning...oh yeah (puff, puff), I killed my television set." But...the truth is, I didn't kill my television set. She died of natural causes: old age. Maybe I've been mourning her death; afterall, the ol' girl was with me since the early 90's. Maybe I'm just so particular about what I spend my hard-earned money on, that I couldn't, or I wouldn't take the leap and spend the cabbage on a new boob tube.

Whatever the reasoning, all has been just swell in Neve Black land without a boob tube, until...The Golden Globe Nominations (heavy sigh)..... There are not one, not two, but three films I missed seeing on the big screen that have been nominated for Golden Globes. Gasp! Everyone knows Golden Globe nom's are usually a shoe in for the Academy Award Nominations - The Big Kahuna- The Oscars, baby. Oh, be still my beating heart.

So, without futher adieu, the martyr in me flew out the window. I fucking acquiesced. I agreed to borrow my friend Mar's sloppy second television set until Oscar night, which will air sometime in February. Today, I wiped off the layer of dust from my Netflix membership and ordered the following must see films: Burn After Reading, In Bruges, and The Edge of Heaven.

In case you haven't realized, I'm crazy... about film. I couldn't live with myself if I missed seeing these potential Oscar winners while walking across the red carpet at a Cleveland Oscar party, wearing my designed by, Unique Thrift Store gown....Come on...I had to borrow a boob tube. I just had to.

Waiting for Netflix to arrive,

Neve Black

p.s. Yes, and thank you. I'm fully aware that I probably need therapy.

Pendant above can be purchased here via Etsy.

Signs

2009-01-02T10:09:00.011-05:00

I pay attention to signs. I think signs are gifts from the universe.

A bolt of lightning, a blinding flash of reality, or learning that a couple traveling through Europe during WWII wrote the original screenplay for Casablanca - Did anyone else know that? It's one of my favorite films of all time and I wondered why I never knew about that little tid-bit of information until last night. I don't think I was supposed to know about it until now - it's a sign. A couple of weeks' ago, I met a poet that spoke about how much she enjoys writing plays and I felt inspired by her words of wisdom. A sign. Then last week, I met writer in town from New York, who recently sold his screenplay to a Hollywood giant. I was so excited for him. Was that a sign too? Yes, I think so.

Then, I was out with my friend Natalie. It was the eve before New Year's Eve. We headed to a local haunt. I was in the mood for Campari, a negroni. Yeah, sometimes I like to think I'm Hemingway, or something, I suppose. Anyway, we met one of the most obnoxious persons on the face of the earth. No really, he rubbed my fur the wrong way. He said something to me though and it struck a nerve deep within my creative soul and I've been marinating in a story idea ever since: juicy and tender. I think meeting him in all his obnoxious glory was...yeah, it was a sign.

It appears screenplay signs seem to keep crossing my path, and I can't help but think it's the universe sending me a message. I've tossed around the idea of writing a screenplay for a long time, because of my love of film. I'd love to sink my writing teeth into the challenge of formulating dialogue and character development, while staying within the fascinating groove of erotica.

Today, I started to conduct research on my desired subject matter in order to get a feel if it's something I should make a commitment of seeing through to the end. Afterall, if the universe is kind enough to give me a gift, I certainly don't want to be rude by not accepting, or returning the gift before making sure it fits properly.

What signs have you been receiving lately?

Neve Black

Vinyl lettering above can be purchased here via Etsy.

As Time Goes By

2009-01-01T00:01:00.004-05:00

Uh-huh. I'm a bit hung over today. What better way to nurse my self-inflicted pain then to watch one of my all time favorite movies, Casablanca? Besides, no one looks as good drinking champagne cocktails than these two love birds. Boy, those tiny bubbles sure give good head...aches, don't they? :-)

Happy (say it quietly, please) New Year!
Neve Black

Resolve

2008-12-30T00:01:00.008-05:00

As we fast approach the end of 2008 and begin a new year, most of us start thinking about our New Year's resolutions. You know, those pesky doo-dad issues that we think about resolving within ourselves.

Yeah, those.

Two of my soul sisters and I get together around the holidays each year to have an open discussion about what we think the other's resolutions should be. Our approach is socratic and very cathartic. I can't often see the forest through the trees (or the trees in the forest) within myself, but my friends, well, let's just say they see things more clearly.

This year I'm not going to try and resolve anything. It's not because I'm Polly Perfect Pants either. I'm a quintessential work in progress. My cup runneth over with issues that I need to resolve, for God's sakes. Instead, I'm going to continue to be a good friend, to have an open mind and heart, to love and not judge others and to continue to grow as a person - evolution of mind, body and soul.

What about you?

Unresolved and Happy for '09,

Neve Black

Photograph above can be found here via Etsy.

Begging You For Mercy

2008-12-28T11:58:00.003-05:00

This morning during my one hour Spin class, this song really helped me climb the mountainous region of Alhambra De Granada. The music is Duffy. That's hot, hot, hot Gary Cooper and gorgeous Patricia Neal playing in the video above. I think the film is Fountainhead (1949), which was written by Ayn Rand. I know. That's cool.

Yeah, I reached the top -
Neve

The Rub

2008-12-26T14:46:00.007-05:00

I've been pondering the rub in a story I've been thick at working on these past few days.

What is the rub?

Some of you that know me, already know what the rub means. For those of you that don't, let me explain: It's that place. It's that moment. It's the ephiphany of realization that takes your breath away; triggering something inside you that creates a visceral response: hairs on your arms and at the back of your neck stand tall, chills run down your spine, knees buckle, tears well up, panties get wet and cock's stir. To me, the rub is the sweet spot in every story.

As I get closer to the finish line of completing this story, I feel a little like a race horse making that final furlow turn - my heart is pumping fast in my chest, the sweat lines my brow, I can feel the wind blowing through my hair; it rushes past my ears, stinging my eyes...so close, so very, very close.

Do I break the yellow ribbon as the tip of my nose crosses over the line? No. I stop dead in my lucky, horseshoe tracks. I go back. I re-read the story again for the 673 time. Why? Because this story's rub just isn't quite right...yet.

How's your project coming along over the holiday weekend?

Taking another lap or two around the track,
Neve Black

Oscar Wink

2008-12-25T21:31:00.012-05:00

"I can't live without you...the thought of it kills me...do you love me?"

I mentioned earlier this week that I had started my annual tradition to go and see as many Oscar nod/wink films on my discriminating list prior to the Academy Awards ceremony scheduled in January.

Todays Oscar nod/wink film was The Reader. The tone of the film was gripping with raw emotion from beginning to end. Yes, it was well written, and yes, superbly acted. The film had some of my favorite flavors running through it too, like hot sex, obsession, and secrets. I can smell an Oscar nomination for Kate Winslet for this film. Bring a box of tissues.

I have the red carpet on my mind,
Neve Black

Twas the Night Before...

2008-12-24T16:44:00.011-05:00

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, every creature was stirring...uh...the cat found a mouse. She burned the cookies for Santa and set off the alarm - causing upheaval in her desire to charm. French, black stockings she wore with great care, in hopes that sexy, St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Fanning the smoke, and wearing those stockings...hmmm... I think she wanted to evoke. She finally snuggled into bed, while visions of St. Nick's throbbing cock danced in her head. He'd be wearing a kerchief, or maybe a cap, he was riding his hog across country while she napped.

When out on the lawn there came such a clatter, she sprang from her bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window she flew in a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave luster to midday to objects below. When what to her eyes should appear? Her hot man, St. Nick was here, with eight of his band members, and they'd all been drinking beer.

St. Nicholas was the instigator of the after hour party it seemed. He was hot though and she couldn't help but gleam. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called each band member by name!

Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with a saddle bag full of sex toys, and St. Nick in black leather chaps, too.

And then in a twinkling, she heard the sound of tiny hoofs, it was the strum, hum and reed of music, they we're rocking on the roof. As she drew her head, and was turning around, down the chimney her hunky, St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed in black leather, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished after riding heavy in soot. A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a round Buddah belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly band leader, and she laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself! A wink of his eye seem to let her know, soon he'd be fucking her senseless, ho, ho, ho.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and ripped off her stockings then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, he pulled off his trousers to show her what had rose!

He sprang to her bed, and she heard his band give a whistle, and flew like the down of a thistle. As he reached for her thigh, she heard him exclaim, ‘as the band members drove out of sight,"Happy Christmas to all, and to all fucking good-night!"

Merry Merry -

Neve

Festival of Lights

2008-12-22T13:37:00.012-05:00

I am reminded for many reasons that today marks the first day of Chanukkah. I grew up with a sister-like best friend that was/is Jewish. I feel fortunate to have learned and participated in many of her family's rich, Hebrew customs. I was raised Catholic, and she would sometimes go to Sunday mass with me. We both feel that we're somehow a mixed breed of both those religions and I'm sure that has contributed to how I see the world today...cock-eyed would be one way to describe it....

A publisher had put out a call for submissions: eight, erotic, Chanukkah stories. I know three other highly talented erotica writers that wrote stories for that submission. For some reason, the publisher decided not to move forward with that submission call, so it makes me feel a bit warm and tingly knowing there are erotic, Chanukkah stories stored on hard drives as I write this.

Mazel tov!

The good news is, Jeremy Edwards' story, The Golden Latke is up at Ruthie's Club today and you can read EllaRegina's Twisted Candles story on her blog. Kirsten Monroe's Fairy Tale Ending is up on her blog today also. Please check out these amazing writers and their Chanukkah stories.

Here's a taste of the story I'd written for that submission - maybe next year I'll find a proper, festival of lights home for Non-traditional:

"Since age thirteen, I knew my sexual orientation was different from most of the girls I attended school with. When the girls at school swooned over the latest male pop-rock superstar; pointing at his chiseled jaw-line plastered on every cover of every adolescent and teenage rag-mag found at the grocery stores, I never understood the appeal. I was more interested in Bridgett Cohen. Bridgett sat in the desk one row over and one seat ahead of mine in our homeroom class.

Private schools and school uniforms were another part of my traditional Jewish upbringing. During the cold winter months, girls were required to wear navy skirts; just past our knees, long-sleeved, light blue oxford shirts, long gray socks, or gray tights and black shoes but as the weather began to warm up, you’d see more skin start to peek out between the layers of the uniform. I prayed for summer for that reason alone.

In the spring and summer months, Bridgett wore her three-pleated navy skirt, short- sleeved, light blue polo shirt and white, lacy; turned downed socks with her black loafers; exposing her long, tanned legs. As the homeroom light would blaze through the glass windows, it would catch the glistening of the soft blond hair on her coltish shins, rounded knees and shapely thighs. Bridgett was so different looking compared to most of the girls at school, including myself. My rich black, curly hair; olive skin; dark brown eyes and aquiline but regally arched nose were more typical-looking for the Jewish girls at my school.

Bridgett looked like an angel to me: She had a small, oval-shaped face, full, naturally red lips, green almond-shaped eyes and her dimpled cheeks were naturally flushed with a rosy glow; which always made me wonder what she was thinking about…lustful thoughts, I hoped….She had long, thick blond hair that she wore high up on her head in a ponytail, and it would swish back and forth in time with her hips; a perfect beat as she walked to and from her classes.

I would follow closely behind Bridgett as she would leave our homeroom class and head to her locker, which was fortunately located close to mine. I held my books close to my chest; trying to suffocate my pounding heart while the stirring between my thighs grew stronger. She would turn her sweet, cherubic face to one side; smiling and laughing in conversation with whomever she was walking with."

Latkes for all -

Neve

Red Carpet

2008-12-21T09:16:00.006-05:00

No, that isn't a picture of my shiny, new dildo. That's Oscar (swoon). He's a handsome gold, devil isn't he?

We're moving into that time of the year when certain films receive a nod, or a wink from the Academy Awards (Motion Picture Arts and Sciences). I try and go see the top Oscar nod/wink films each year. Last year, Daniel Day Lewis's won an Academy Award (Oscar) for best actor in the film, There Will Be Blood. His performance in that film still sends shivers down my spine.

Last night I went and saw a film that has received a wink/nod from the Academy, Slumdog Millionare. I enjoyed the film. I'll refrain from too much commentary, because as much as I like to think of myself as a paid film critic, I am not. Let's just say, I would recommend this film to those that are trying to step out (break free) from watching mainstream Hollywood movies and move into less filtered, independent films. You'll enjoy the cultural experience, and I would be remiss if I didn't say, just like erotica, this film also has a happy ending (wink and nod).

See you at the movies-

Neve

p.s. If you won an Oscar, where would you display it? Library? Kitchen counter-top? Maybe on top of the commode? Hmmm...think about it and let me know.

Shoe sex...anyone?

2008-12-19T13:06:00.006-05:00

As I slosh through the soupy mess of snow and rain wearing necessary socks and Ugg-type boots that cover up my recently red polished toe nails, I find myself daydreaming about warmer, sunnier days and strappy sandals -

Thank goodness the Sex and Shoes anthology is available on Ravenous Romance today! My story, For the Love of Feet can be found inside the e-pages of this foot fetish book.

Here's a taste:

"Dr. Cobbler was wearing a black pencil skirt. Black seams ran down the back of her sheer black pantyhose. She wore pointed, closed-toe, four-inch black Italian leather pumps. I think she was wearing a high collar, crème-colored silky shirt that she tucked into her tiny waist, but I couldn’t be sure.

After all, I wasn’t paying much attention to what she was wearing from the waist up. Dr. Cobbler had long, sensuous legs. I could see her well-developed calves and the delicate bones of her ankles as she sat cross-legged in a chair close to me. I imagined her ten perfect toes neatly tucked into those fine leather pumps.

My dick was twitching at the thought of kneeling down in front of her, slowly slipping off her shoes and planting wet, meaningful kisses across the tops of her sheer, nylon-covered toes and feet."

Ahhh...see there's nothing like a little shoe sex to help you forget about inclement weather, now is there?

Ciao! (inspired from Italian leather)

Neve Black

From Moscow with Love...

2008-12-18T08:12:00.014-05:00

Once upon a time there was a very powerful Russian oligarch who adored his wife - his love for her may have something to do with the fact that she is um...well, she's fucking hot....

Her name is Olga Rodionova. She just so happens to be a Moscow jet setter of sorts and the words, femme fatale come to mind. Yes, that's her pictured above and yes, it's okay to wipe the drool from your chin.

Her husband commissioned a very well-known photographer, Bettina Rheims to take some erotic pictures of Olga. As the story goes, he liked the pictures so much that he decided to have an entire book of Olga photos published, appropriately titled: The Book of Olga.

For about what it would cost to fly round trip to Moscow, you can order one of these books for your own erotic enjoyment. I'm wondering if Olga's book would compete or compliment my Helmut Newton coffee table book?

Rорячая в Москве
Neve

Simple and Erotic

2008-12-15T00:01:00.009-05:00

This time of year can be stressful for some people. As I watch many of my friends hop from one holiday party to the next with heightened holiday anxiety (HHA). Or when I hear from a family member about some rather unpleasant (insert gory) shopping fiasco, while they search for perfect gifts, I start to feel a bit vertigenous. I take a deep breath in and let it out very, very slowly; letting my mind wander off to the simple pleasures found in the holiday season:

Getting caught under the mistletoe, unexpectedly with a very attractive stranger, a friend, or both. Being naked in front of a roaring fire sipping egg nog, while reading something erotic, as the cheeks of my ass feel hot and look pretty and pink. Deciding that my list of gifts to be purchased will be minutes of pleasure given instead. Calling in sick on a cold winter morning, and staying in bed all day with a lover. Trimming the tree wearing nothing but shiny, red stilettos and a Santa's hat. Christmas Caroling in skimpy lingerie beneath a thick, warm coat. Biting the arms and legs off the gingerbread men, before leisurely licking off their vanilla frosted boxer shorts. And finally, going to see Santa Claus and whispering into his ear just what I want, while sitting on his lap sans panties.

Simple and Erotic -

Neve

p.s. The Santa mug above can be purchased here via Etsy.

Purring... in Paris

2008-12-13T00:01:00.004-05:00

Yes. I know. She has me vibrating and rubbing up against things too. Meow. I was blog hopping and found the pet above on Violet Blue's site this week.

Wait. There. Is. More.

Little, black kitten (check out her...shoes) is one of 14 different models displayed in the 2009 Vogue Paris wall calendar.

Who ever said there's no such thing as Santa Claus?

Thank you Violet. Thank you Vogue -
Neve

A moment of silence

2008-12-12T10:30:00.005-05:00

Please take a moment today and reflect upon the passing of the legendary, Bettie Page.

Neve Black

It's really not so bad

2008-12-11T00:01:00.003-05:00

It's been a couple months' now since I had funeral services for my television set. There was nothing uber-flat screen about her either - She was only 19", but she was a stocky, heavy-boned girl. She had full, round hips and large breasts. She really was a boob-tube.

The good news is she died peacefully in her sleep. Toward the end, she was a little grainy, and she started to lose her pitch for hearing certain sounds. She was very good to me over the years. I never heard any complaints from her like, "You're not going to watch that slutty Jenna Jameson one again, are you?"

What a champ.

I haven't found the motivation to replace her yet. I thought maybe I would on Neve Black Friday, but I didn't pull the trigger. I'm not sure if television sets are one of those things that you have to ease into replacing. Some people I know have so many, that I'm not sure if they'd notice if one just stopped breathing.

I'm actually enjoying not having a television set. It's really not so bad. It's quiet. When I'm not writing, I'm certainly not watching television. I'm reading more. After 9:00 p.m, I'm listening to 90.3 WCPN hosted by Dan Polletta. Movies? Yes, I do miss sliding a Netflix DVD in and relaxing on my couch. If I want to watch a movie, then I head to cute friend's house and snuggle up on his couch, or I go the theater and watch films on the really, really big screen.

It's really not so bad -

Neve

p.s. The 1950's Philco Predicta swivel tube t.v. above can be purchased here via Etsy.

The Other Woman

2008-12-08T00:01:00.015-05:00

I got the news on Friday that my recently purchased svelte and sexy laptop-mistress would finally be arriving in town today. I can't wait to meet her for the first time.

I made sure to get my hair done. Actually, I pulled out all the stops: I had a mani and pedi done too. I want to look great when she arrives, so...

I took a long, hot bath; adding several drops of spicy, Moroccan-scented oil to the water before patting down my slippery, wet body with a large, scrumptiously warm and delicious bath towel. Hungry fingers dipped into the luxurious body souffle before spreading the emollient richness over my softly, shaven legs. Mmmm...they feel so good when I rub up against them now.

Next, I delicately pointed each foot when I put on my sheer, satin-to-the-touch stockings with the endless seems running down the back. I chose to wear them under a black little number and I can feel the silky material as it brushes up against an impatient garter belt strap. I buckled each black and shiny, peep-toe pump at my ankle, and then gazed in rapturous delight as my coy, but dazzling red polished toe nails played hide-go-seek with me.

Lastly, I lined my eyes with black liner, because it makes them look iridescent and sexy. A pinch of sun-kissed peach on my cheeks and just a brush of shimmery-wet gloss across my lips.

There. I'm all ready for her now.

I'll probably resurface in a week or so (wink) -
Neve Black

p.s. The pulp fridge magnet above can be purchased here via Etsy.

Erotic Stories of Every Flavor

2008-12-04T13:06:00.011-05:00

The gorgeous cover for the book above is making me flush in various hues of pink right now. I feel light headed and dizzy as the pulsations surge throughout my body - just behind my knees; at the curve of my neck; that tiny spot on my ankle and oh yeah, right there. Yes. Oh, yes. Right there... between my...whew....I'm suddenly gushing in every erotic flavor. Are you having the same reaction?

The Neve Black, black licorice whip story, The Rusty Nail can be found between the sheets, oops, I meant to say pages inside the book.

I just learned that you can pre-order your copy of the book today through Amazon. The release date is scheduled for May 5, 2009.

Feeling Every Erotic Flavor-
Neve Black

Men in Shorts

2008-12-03T00:01:00.004-05:00

Are you hungry? I am. I keep licking the screen; trying to taste the image above. I'm not having much luck though.

I need a little some'n and some'n to tide me over until later, baby. You too? Okay, I'll share a bite of my story, Board Shorts with you, which can be found within the pages of the Men in Shorts anthology now up on Ravenous Romance .

Bon appetite:

"The male surfers tend to have God-like bodies, akin to Michelangelo’s David; possessing the quintessential triangulated body: Broad, well-developed shoulders and trapezoids, strong, muscular arms and flat, six-pack abdominals that taper down to their narrow, sexy hips. I enjoy the way board shorts curve around a man’s tight, round ass, especially when the material gets wet from the ocean’s ebb and flow; accentuating each taut muscle. The legs of surfers are rock hard and each sinewy muscle is exquisitely defined. Surfers often wear their board shorts past their belly buttons; hugging on their jutting hips. To me, a surfer’s board shorts are like brightly colored presents begging to be opened. Once you unwrap the present, you’ll find the most delicious cock inside."

The pimping gratuitously above made possible by,
Neve Black

Ravenous Romance

2008-12-01T00:01:00.015-05:00

Today is the official launch day for Ravenous Romance's website! Please join me and celebrate Lori Perkins, Holly Schmidt, Allan Penn and the entire team at Ravenous for their tremendous efforts.

Check out the Men in Shorts anthology currently on-line now for my story, Board Shorts.

I'm very excited to have found Lori (shout out to Alison Tyler). I have several short stories being published at Ravenous along with a stream of other talented writers too, like Jeremy Edwards, Heidi Champa and Savannah Chase to name just a few. Did I forget someone? Fifty lashes to me if I did. Better yet, make it a double while you're at it (wink).

I'm very excited to announce that my first baby (novel) is being published with Ravenous in January, 2009 also.

Stay tuned for more, more, more...how do you like it...? Come here and whisper in my ear and tell me just how you like it, baby.

Feeling Ravenous Today (Grrrowl),

Neve Black

Neve Black Friday

2008-11-28T10:28:00.010-05:00

After baking two pies on Wednesday night as my contribution to the Thanksgiving dinner, I later met friends at our local neighborhood watering hole for a few libations. As a true lover of the reverse cow girl position, I straddled an available bar stool appropriately, and sat back and drank a few beers; had some laughs and sing-along sessions. Yeah, it's just just that kind of place. Before too long, this erotica-story telling Cinderella was late getting home and she slept right through her usual Thursday morning excercise class.

Bad, bad kitty....

The sun was shining yesterday morning and I could see the blue skies above, so I decided to bundle up and brave running outside. Not too terribly long ago, I was an avid runner. I trained and ran a 1/2 marathon. I would have gone for the full monty and ran the 26.2 marathon, but 13.2 was more than enough for my screaming left knee.

The fresh air, the sound of the river as it sloshed with pieces of ice and rock, and the winding trails through the metro park(Cleveland's little jewel) reminded me of a story I'd written awhile ago now, about a woman that just happened to be training for a marathon.

It's been awhile since I posted this story, so if you happen to stop by this weekend, or you're considering taking up running, maybe my story will inspire and motivate you to finally pull those running shoes out from your closet at home:

- A Break from the Rain -

Long, black running pants hugged her curvaceous, tight ass. She had a strong, athletic build; standing about 5’ 6”. She was short-waisted with powerfully-built legs and succulent C-cup breasts; complimenting shapely hips. Her bright orange raincoat touched the tops of her muscular, rounded thighs and she tossed her gym bag, now filled with work clothes, into the trunk and started her car. Instantly, windshield wipers sprang to life; ready for ‘water-to-windshield’ combat.

She found a parking spot close to the park’s North/East entrance. She pulled her blonde, gloriously thick, straight, hair into a ponytail. She wore very little makeup; she didn’t have to. She was blessed with an oval face, naturally flushed, high cheekbones, a small button nose, genuine red-stained pouty lips and luminous, bluish-green eyes.

Running along the black-top jogging path as it meandered its way into the park, she could see the river to her left; violently gushing and spilling over the banks. Her heartbeat thumped in time with her cadence. Running past the picnic area, a metal roof provided shelter for an old, paint-chipped, wooden picnic table and the concrete patio below it. Looking closer, she saw a man sitting underneath the metal roof, wearing head-to-toe running accoutrements; legs outstretched before him. “He could be hurt,” she thought and slowed her pace; walking toward him and ducking under the covered awning.

The rain immediately stopped pummeling her head, but above, against the metal roof, it reverberated. She noticed his expressive, crystal, blue eyes and rugged good looks. His sandy-blond hair was shorter on the sides than the two inches at the top of his head and rain drops gathered at the tips; dripping into creases around his eyes; cascading onto his weather-chapped cheeks and chiseled jaw line. His nose was long, almost beak-like, but it suited him well.

“Is everything okay?” She asked.

“I think I may have pulled something in my leg,” his deep, husky voice responded. His black running pants clung to well-defined muscles.

They had both jogged the same path many times before, but never before had they been still long enough to meet. Amanda had admired Ken’s butt and nothing else – until now.

“How far were you going today?” He asked.

“My goal was not to freeze to death.” She replied, wiping the rain from her face.

“I’ve been training for the marathon,” he said.

“Oh yeah? Me too.” She replied.

“Maybe we could run together sometime…er..of course, after I’m walking again,” he said chuckling.

“Is he flirting with me?” Her thoughts raced. “I could run back and get my car and come back for you.” She offered.

“I appreciate that. I called my brother just before you found me and left him a message.” Lifting his cellular phone.

“Oh, well you’re all set then,” she replied, getting up. His hand touched the top of her knee, gently pushing her back down; she felt the cold cement seeping through her pants and shivered. “He is flirting!” She thought.

“Ken.” He said introducing himself. His thoughts raced: “I’m recently divorced; feeling lonely and really horny. God…you’ve got a great ass and nice tits....”

“Amanda.” She responded shaking his hand, thinking: “I’m recovering from a break-up; feeling lonely. You’re hot.”

With sudden boldness he kissed her. Their cold lips touched; pulled back and touched again; grazing and seeking the warmth from the other. Amanda could feel the iciness in her body dissipate. A fiery, hot ember ignited inside her; lighting her body’s pilot light.

Ken pulled the zipper to her jacket down and reached his hands inside. His hands were cold and under her jog bra; clasping her breasts; skimming her erect nipples. She moaned; felt her crotch become juicy, wet. Ambitiously, she moved her hands under his clothes and pushed past the elastic band of his jogging pants. She looked down at his groin; his cock bulged against the confines of his pants. He moved his fingers into the front of her jogging pants; under her panties, caressing the softness of her hair and the cleft leading to her clit; sliding his fingers up and down.

“That feels good.” She sighed.

Her hand pushed deeper inside his pants; fingers stroked the mushroom-head and shaft. He bucked his hips. His fingers inched toward the opening of her pussy; dipped them inside, removed them and then sucked her nectar from his finger-tips. “Hmmm…sweet, just how I thought you’d taste.”

She wriggled his pants down until the elastic waist-top was around his sinewy, muscular thighs. His exposed hard cock curved, like a banana; bending toward him. Amanda ran her tongue down every inch of his cock; moving her lips upward, circling each curve, like the road she had been running on. Ken thrusted his hips toward the warm, wet friction of her mouth. She pulled her pants down and struggled to get them over her running shoes.

She straddled him; pressing her back against his heaving chest. She was slathering wet; he was slab-hard and she hissed as the first few inches of his swollen cock speared her warm pussy; he fit snugly, like a missing piece to a puzzle. He grabbed her hips and guided her. Up. Down. Up. Down. Pussy muscles clenched his cock; contracting and releasing; fucking him hard.

“Oh God, I’m cumming,” he yelled and his hands gripped her hips; pulling her down onto him.

“Ooooh,” she moaned and their bodies exploded and quivered; furiously pulsating.

She heard his cellular phone ringing. “Bet the brother’s on his way,” She thought, lifting herself off of his cock; reaching for her pants. In the distance, headlights flickered against the wetly paved road just ahead.

“Can we give you a ride?” Ken asked.

“I think I just got off one,” she said grinning.

“How about your number then?” He pleaded.

She pulled the hood from her coat over her head as Ken punched her digits into his phone and she stepped back into the rain, moving a little slower than before; reflecting on what just happened; smiling and making her way back to her car.

Cowgirl at heart,

Neve

p.s. Cowgirl pussy-cat mat above can be purchased via Etsy.

I'm thankful for...

2008-11-24T08:46:00.007-05:00

Red and black licorice - whips. Paddles. Riding crops. Fur-lined handcuffs. Nipple clamps. Role play. BDSM. Long, wet meaningful kisses that never end. An unexpected hot and sexy phone call or text message in the middle of the night, early morning, or late afternoon. Sleeping till noon after drinkng too much...champagne. The lime, the salt and the tequila shot. The first taste of cold beer when the foam tickles your lips. Hot bubble baths with a really good friend (s). Candles and candle - wax drippings onto delicate places.

Multiple vibrations when riding on a train. Multiple anything. Deep, depth, dark. Film noir and spine-tingling murder mysteries. Writing a story and hearing the rain. Dark, rich chocolate covered body parts. Nasty, naughty, dirty...things. Crumpled, tangled pillows and sheets; stained from sweat and cum. Chipped, red nail polish.

A lonely black bra strap that slips off your arm. The touch of pussy willows and the name of forget-me-knots. Tall red, ankle-length boots and black stilettos pressed up against a bedroom wall. Garter belts that snap and fishnets in every color that seductively roll down an exposed thigh. Three days of unshaven places: bristle, prickly, tickly, rough and raw when it meets pink, soft and tender - Oooh la la! Dimples on chins, cheeks and knees. Looking in between the cracks and scratching under-neath....

Just be... thankful -

Neve

p.s. The image of the Mata Hari above can be purchased here via Etsy.

Laptopless

2008-11-21T12:42:00.009-05:00

Last night, my friend Steve and I made plans to meet, so we could continue working on the creation of neveblack.com and neveblackblog.com (both still currently under construction). I'd been using my laptop; researching the internet (m/m porn) and creating a story for most of the day, so I turned off the glowing, blue screen; packed it up and headed out the door. We were meeting at a local haunt that conveniently provided WIFI, food and beverages, of course.

He brought his laptop, and I of course was bringing mine, so we could both efficiently and systematically (he's an engineer) work on this project simultaneously. We grabbed a four-top table and stretched all our technical gear out. I ordered hot tea (It's. Cold. Here. Now) and I pulled my Daniel Boone-looking hat, cheetah-print car coat, scarf and gloves off, before firing up my computer.

Silence.

"What the hell is wrong with my computer?" I asked looking at the black screen with sqiggily lines, but really directing the horrific question to the computer genius, Steve seated across from me.

"Hmmm...what do you mean?" Steve answered tenebrously (not the computer) while getting up from his seat; leaving his already working like a champ laptop and scooting around the table to my laptop rescue.

"Crash and burn." He muttered quietly.

"Hold on there Maverick, but did you just say, crash and burn?" My thoughts bubbled in my head. Then my heart started racing. My skin was hot and the room was spinning. It felt like I was going to faint, and this had nothing to do with sex or alcohol. "Holy crap, my stories! All my thoughts. The blood, the time, the sweat, the emotions. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" My eyes widened; mouth gaping open - no words were said, because my gasping for air face said it all.

Steve must have realized my silence was a call for help and stemmed from intense emotional anxiety. He must have feared a Neve break-down was looming just over the horizon, because he quickly stated, "Don't worry, we can save everything."

Silence.

Then a tiny breath of air was released from my lips. "Whew." Eye's smiling in happiness and I felt my heart beat shudder as it moved into a lower gear.

This morning I called another IT genius and scheduled to have a complete body check up done for my laptop. I drove the ailing laptop patient through the snow covered roads; eager to find a cure for its illness. Fortunately, IT was able to give it mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and we're both back home how, stabilized for the time being.

I'm a big believer in signs. For me, the universe continues to send me messages, or lessons that I'm suppose to learn, until I fucking get it. I've been tossing around the idea of ordering a petite, and sexy, second laptop; a mistress if you will, for months now. After last night's melt-down, I finally stopped making excuses and ordered the perfect second laptop. She's arriving in the mail sometime next week, my little, sloppy second sensation. Sshhh...don't tell computer number one though, because she's still in recovery. I don't want her to get jealous and then crash again on me.

Laptop and user are recovering in room #69 -

Neve

p.s. I may have to order the uber-cool business card holder above via Etsy.

Feeling the love, baby...

2008-11-20T13:06:00.011-05:00

I'm not really sure why the ugly topics of jealousy and cut-throat competition have crossed my path more than once this week, but for some reason they have. I try and rise above that shit as much as possible. Sometimes however, when I hear about it touching others, I take it as a sign to spend a couple minutes and marinate in the subject, so I can then express my thoughts about it here with you.

As stomach churning, buzz killing and non-orgasmic as it is, it would be utter insanity to think that we live in a world that doesn't exhibit forms of hatred. We do, boys and girls. Just like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz though, we each wear those same ruby slippers that empower us to think smarter and fight back against things like jealousy and cut-throat competition, which stems from hate and those evil green witches of the world. We're each faced with choices everday day. What choice you make really does make a difference in making the world a kinder, loving place. You have a choice: spread love, spread hate, or hell, just spread your legs and the love will come (I'm sorry, I couldn't resist).

If you think what I'm saying is bullshit, then I challenge you to stop fighting against the rage around you. Stop looking for the bad, but instead look for the kindess and lovingness in those that are offering you their guidance, their love and their support and then give that back to someone else. Do it for 30 days and then come tell me if the world doesn't somehow feel a whole lot nicer - And guess what? You had something to do with it.

John Lennon said it best in his famous Imagine lyrics, which by the way, I saw the original version he chicken-scratched at the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame a few years ago. Goose-pimples. I still pick up my guitar and play this tune from time to time. I'm spreading the love with my bad guitar playing ways:

Imagine there's no Heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us - Above us, only sky

Imagine all the people, living for today

Imagine there's no countries - It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too

Imagine all the people, living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions - I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger -A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one

One last thought - Baby, it's a lot colder outside than it is in here with us that love and care...won't you please come over and stay awhile...?

Namaste,

Neve

It's Summertime Somewhere

2008-11-19T00:01:00.005-05:00

I'm pretty focused about most things. However, when it comes to those items on the list that I don't like to do, I can find at least six ways to Sunday not to get them done. Take paying bills for example. It doesn't take me very long to actually do the task, because I'm a writer and I have no money, so consequently there's really not many bills that need to be paid. Do I get some kind of thrill knowing my creditors are smiling to themselves while placing gold stars at the top left corner of my account, just because I paid them on time? Uh? No. Do I get off watching my checking account go into the negative integers? Hmm...let me think about this one...No.

Here's something to ponder: Do you think procrastination is somehow linked to denial? I'm convinced they're one in the same. Maybe I should write the folks at Wikipedia and let them know of my theory.

A few weeks ago, still within the fine Scorpio month of November, the temperature reached an all time high of about 60 heavenly degrees. The sun was shining and the sky was blue-blue. Now for some people this meant, "Hey, great, I don't have to wear a coat today." For me, it was bathing suit weather, baby. Stupidly, I put on my multi-colored halter top bikini and matching bottoms and sat outside on my patio in the cadillac chair. My neighbors already think I'm a bit odd, for various reasons. So sun bathing in the midwest in November only further solidifies their thoughts of me (koo-koo). I lasted for just about 30 minutes, tops. Why? Because it was too fucking cold and I had bills to pay, of course.

I know in the scheme of world events, lamenting about weather is really rather shallow and pointless on my part, but damnit, I'm going to bitch about it anyway! It's fucking cold here. It already started to snow and much to my protest, I reluctantly put the last pair of black, .99 flip-flops in their storage container in the basement this week. "Buh-buh guys, sorry. I have to make room for no-skid boots, slippers and Uggs (the pulse quickens). No worries though, I'll see you in about hmm...six months. I'll miss you! I love you!"

I can pull the denial/procrastination card all I want, but I knew what was coming. I knew the weather was getting colder. I could feel that cold snap in the air. I saw the leaves changing colors and then absentmindedly began depositing themselves everywhere. Deep down inside, I knew I needed to make room for loooong pants, sweaters, coats, hats, scarves, gloves and other necessary cold weather accoutrements. Deny, deny, deny - I just kept reaching for shorts and tank-tops; hoping and praying the earth would retrograde and send us back into summertime or send me to Barcelona, Spain (insert more denial/procrastination).

So, each day before setting the alarm (I live in the hood) and leaving my house for the day, I'm no longer slipping "take me to bed" red painted toe nails into flip-flops, or effortlessly pulling on comfortable, shorts and easy, breazy tanks... but instead, I cover my feet in socks and then boots, pulling on a coat, hat and gloves, as I schlepp my way to and from my final destination.

Isn't denial/procrastination a whole lot easier than cold weather gear?

Dreaming of paying bills in Barcelona, Spain (view from Parc Guell above) where the temperature is 70 degrees and perfect -

Neve

Frequently Felt

2008-11-17T00:01:00.006-05:00

I've been reading M.Christian's blog for a few months now, rather voyeuristically as I digest every word of his thought provoking posts. He's such a well respected writer and I have to thank Alison Tyler for turning me on to him. I recently left a comment on his blog. I felt compelled to do so, and he replied to me via e-mail, so graciously. He thanked me for stopping over; letting me know how much he appreciated the support - inviting me please stop back again. "Really, it was all my pleasure." I sighed to myself.

What I learned from our brief e-mail conversation was that M. Christian has another erotic blog which is filled with what he calls, trivialities, oddities and the miscellenous - Frequently Felt. If you're anything like me, you're always looking for new ways to expose yourself in public, rather exhibitionistically, I mean...uh, ahem...gain more exposure for your work. The Frequently Felt blog is a fun little place to set yourself free; to streak across an open field and show the world what you got! Go check it out.

Voyeuristically and Exhibitionistically yours,

Neve

p.s. The binocular pendant pictured above can be purchased via Etsy here.

Tequila and Erotic Poetry

2008-11-14T08:01:00.003-05:00

The bright neon sign, which is a replica of the bar owner's face glows magically in the window; reflecting onto the quaint neighborhood street. The warmth of the neon is a signal to those of us that are already familiar with its meaning, "Yes, we're open, come inside. Take off your coat, grab a seat at the bar and stay for awhile." The Literary Cafe reminds me of what a speakeasy must have been like during prohibition: surreptitious, opening late and closing much later.

It's a place you can duck into and shed away constraints. Listen closely to the conversations. Listen closely to the words, because they're powerful; often sprinkled with politics, religion, philosophy, music, film, art and literature. Sometimes words shared are irreverent in nature, but that's part of the appeal; the charm; the ambiance. The Literary Cafe's address is the same, but it's never the same place twice and for me, and it feels like home.

She pulled back the single, heavy metal-framed screen and then pushed down on the latch; opening the front door. She was greeted with friendly faces, some wearing winter coats, hats and gloves. She stepped further inside; shaking her head and freeing the tiny rain drops that had been captured in her straight, blond hair, like prisoners from an inclement weather war. She walked straight to the bar, smiled sweetly and if I hadn't already known her tainted spirit, I would have said she spoke with innocence when she asked for a double shot of tequila from the bar owner.

It was one of those crazy nights -the crowd was infused with raw talent, booze, a bad day at work, and the threat of what loomed somewhere just past tomorrow: the cold and menacing, midwest winter. Even still, each person gleamed with the hope that the opiate of good poetry read tonight, would prove to be the solace they each desperately clung onto to lift their sullied moods and nourish their souls. The crowd was noisy and restless for the games to begin.

She was surrounded with some of the best at their craft. She heard her name being called; it was her turn to read and she rifled through her purse; grabbing her notes. Her long tight fitting cheetah-print skirt swished against her fish net stockings as her tall, black, peep-toe pumps clicked across the hardwood floor; stepping around chairs and people sitting on the floor. She stood in front of the podeum.

Nervously, she briefly explained to the crowd in front of her that she wasn't really a poet, per se, but she had lyrical prose to share, and that her written words could be considered poetic by nature.

"Please, indulge me and just listen," She said softly into the microphone.

The crowd wasn't pleased and some hissed in disagreement. They came to listen to poetry, not prose!

"Please, indulge me and just listen," she said again louder; tequila on her breath as she adjusted the microphone over the heated crowd. She felt the heaviness of impatience growing and she thought she might be overthrown, or perhaps thrown out.

"Please, I write EROTICA...indulge me and just listen...." Her voice trembled with anxiety.

The crowd fell silent. It appeared they liked the word, erotica. They would indulge her, and just listen.

Of course I'm embellishing the story ever so slightly, here. Honestly, all fiction aside, I had an amazing time.

Feeling a little hung over today,
Neve

p.s. Thanks to Steve Goldberg, Miles Budimir , John Etorre, Melodie/Natalie Grable, Lois Moss and Andy and Linda for being there last night and offering their support. SWAK.

The Smell of Sex

2008-11-11T00:01:00.002-05:00

In an attempt to steeple-chase over my fear of public speaking (not really actually), I'm going to read a little of my penned porn, oops, I meant to say erotica at the Literary Cafe this Thursday night, November 13, 2008. Poetry night; open mic; tequila; sex and candy...it all goes together somehow, doesn't...?

Hope to see you there -

Sex and Chocolate,
Neve

Back in Five

2008-11-10T00:01:00.003-05:00

I'm taking a writing break today. Pull up a chair and tell me what's been going on with you.

Medium, non-fat, vanilla latte,
Neve

Select here to purchase the print above via Etsy.

Cake

2008-11-09T00:01:00.005-05:00

is an appropriate title for today's blog, because it's not only my birthday, but this Scorpio girl just finished her Sex Through The Zodiac novel. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am smiling and wiping the sweat from my brow. This was a new personal best for me as far as word content goes. Whew.

I have referenced a number of different songs and artists throughout the story, mostly classic jazz (shocker), but Cake's lyrics heard in the YouTube video above just seemed to work for one of my characters. The lyrics have always resonated with me, "...with fingernails that shine like justice...." It just so happens, Roxanne, the heroine in the story is also a fan of Cake -

Eating and listening to Cake,
Neve

Sex Through the Zodiac

2008-11-05T00:01:00.004-05:00

"Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right"
The Police
Outlandos d'Amour

Roxanne is my heroine, literally and figuratively. The year I graduated from High School, I took the summer off. This is highly unusual for me, because I've always had to work. Nearly every day that summer, I headed to 26th Street in Del Mar. I'd set up camp on the sandy beach: Red, plastic, igloo cooler, trashy book, smash ball set, beach towel and because of its multiple reclining options...grrr, I called my beach chair the cadillac chair. Between lounging in the sun, body surfing and flirting with Chip (I'm not making that up) the lifeguard, I'd engage in two-man beach volleyball. Kick your ass kind of work out.

I also brought a radio. In Del Mar, the frequency extended to L.A. and I could hear KROQ; the alternative rock station while the waves lapped at my feet. My ears were fully exposed and boy did I get turned on to bands like, Oingo Boingo, The Violent Fems, and Sting's irreverent voice when he was with The Police, belting out... Roxanne. Goose bumps. I still get goose bumps.

Anyway, the heroine in my 50K word story (today's blog title) is affectionately named Roxanne. It seems apropos that Roxanne is currently sitting on the beach; wiggling her toes in the sand, and listeing to music, much like her creator did a long time ago.

Nearing the finish line,

Neve