Apr 16, 2011

The Story of Sadie

Open All the Way marks Sadie Smythe’s foray into long-range storytelling. Most well known for her outspoken commentary about relationship paradigms and the navigation through her own alternative arrangement with her husband Scott, Sadie is very excited to offer her loyal readers a larger-lensed view into her openly married life.

Each chapter of Open All the Way is an individual story in itself. But the combined ensemble compellingly chronicles her journey. Sadie, in her straightforward style, discusses openly and honestly the numerous pitfalls she and her husband encountered along the way, while intellectually and entertainingly supporting her choices. It’s sexy, smart, and provocative prose; a full, fascinating glimpse into an untraditional relationship.

I’ve been reading Sadie‘s book in my spare time this week. It’s a unique memoir-style book that her long-time fans will love. I highly suggest that you treat her book as you would a blog or even letters….what I mean is, read just one chapter a day. Give yourself time in between chapters, otherwise the timeline of things might get murky in your head if you’re anything like me, who plows through books. When read slowly, though, it’s like you’re sitting down with her over drinks as she shares a story with you in “Oh god, did I ever tell you about Carl??” style. The book is written in the same writing voice as her blog and you feel like you’re there with her in person as she tells her stories. I also really respect that she’s not peddling advice. This book is about her, not you; she’s not trying to sway you one way or the other into accepting or wanting to follow her lifestyle choices. But when you are considering the open marriage lifestyle it does help to hear from others who’ve been there. The good, the bad, and everything in between, because that is reality. And this book is Sadie’s reality. Well, 90%, as names have been changed to protect the innocent ;)

So have at it! Go buy Sadie’s book

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Nov 12, 2010

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Guest Post: Erotica: Bump in the Night

Guest posts are something new here – It doesn’t have to be erotica, it can be anything really but it should kinda fit in with the place a bit, ya know? But the first one IS erotica because it’s something that’s been seriously lacking on this blog due to my own lack of a muse or simply ability to properly finish a piece. I have a whole bunch of ideas and a number of half-finished ones that I cannot seem to do. Interested in doing a guest post here? You don’t have to be a blogger, even! You can be as anonymous as you’d like if that’s your cup of tea. Erotica, OpEd pieces, or even a plea for advice from my readers. Just email me!

This guest post erotica is written by Psycosis – visit his blog or follow him on Twitter. Like what you read? Comment and let him know!

The lights are out. I slide into bed. Immediately I feel that warm body pressing against my back, curling to match the contour of my body. A shift of the hips and I suddenly feel it.

A bulge, through two layers of cloth. Instantly I have one to match, though much harder than the one I feel. It wasn’t meant for use, just for a tease. Something that was quite easy to do with me.

Another shift, and a shudder in response. The noise I make is caught somewhere between a whimper and a moan. A hand strokes my hair then slides beneath my head to cradle it. I shift this time, until my neck comfortably rests on the thicker bicep. I close my eyes, ready to fantasize before drifting off.

Suddenly I feel a hand slide over my hip, only to grip my obscene bulge tightly. It was almost painful, drawing another whimper from me. Nails bit through the cotton boxers and I tremble, not able to utter a sound this time.

The arm beneath my neck flexes, and I manage to draw in a breath just before the arm closes down on me and robs me of that gift. Finally I hear a voice, soft in my ear only enhanced by feeling that warm breath brush my cheek.

“Good boy, it’s time to sleep.”

Her voice was a delicious mix. Equal parts sadist’s narcissism and lover’s nurturing. For that woman, for that voice, I was ever the willing puppet.

I could feel her lips brush the rim of my ear, my cheek, my temple. After that my memory falters. The lack of oxygen and the over-stimulation sending me down that dark rabbit hole at suicide speeds.

Breath. A deep, sucking one as she relented. Her arm now lay across the bed and I heard a single word from her lips, “Sleep”, before her chin rested above my head. Still, her hand cradled my bulge, and her body pressed close so I could feel hers.

Sleep did soon claim me. Exhausted from such short but intense teasing. Secure in her embrace. That other sort of darkness came for me quickly, and I found myself dreaming about the things she would do once she had gotten her fill of teasing me so.

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