Have a Happy Holiday Season!

I've been a very bad girl. I've neglected you and I'm sorry. Please accept apologies and forgive me.

These past few months have seen a lot of up and downs. A lot of hit and misses. I have been working my normal job and doing a lot of overtime, over 60+ hours a week, and this has caused me to neglect my passion.

I often get asked when my next book is coming out and I promise there are a few things in the works. I know I tend to give you scenarios and to try to stir your passions during my blogging but I want you know how much I do appreciate the readers I have. I am in no way a bestseller, but I have had some great comments and emails from those of you that enjoy my work. I am very happy that you have liked what you've read of me so far.

When I say "Read of me" I want you to understand my full meaning. Each story I write is a piece of who I am. Whether it be a comedic take on an event or a sprialing erotic story that lasts only a few minutes, I put myself into that story body and soul. It's the only time I feel free to be who I am inside without the restraints of who I am physically.

I wanted to tell you that I am Thankful for YOU this season. I hope you had a happy Thanksgiving and I hope you have a very, Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah. If you don't celebrate the seasons then know that my wish for you is to find some happiness this winter and to always stay warm.

New and Exciting News!

Hello all! Long time, no type! When I started this blog I had every intention of writing every day, however things got hectic very fast.

Frist off, my sister is pregnant. My sister and I have a very unique relationship. We share everything, we always have. I don't consider it MY HOUSE, I consider it OUR HOUSE. So I've been rearanging things and trying to make room for a baby. Two weeks ago she also totaled our car. It was a pretty bad wreck, but thankfully she and the baby are ok.

On to something NEW and EXCITING. My anthology is now available for purchase! Between Cassie's Sheets is an anthology with six stories and each one is a different take on love and passion. I love LOVE. I adore PASSION. I thrive on a HAPPY ENDING and I believe that these things are within our grasp every day. I don't believe that love has boundaries. I also don't believe that love and passion can be confined and labeled. I think my work shows that.

As you can see the cover underwent some changes. :) Thanks to my lovely sister for jazzing it up a bit.

I've also created an author page on GoodReads, so please drop in and say hi! I would love to hear all your thoughts about my work. I appreciate each and every reader I have. Have a love filled day!

Cover for Between Cassie's Sheets

Here is the cover I created for my anthology ebook to be released very soon on Amazon. :) It was originally supposed to be released on July 4th, but ran into a few snags. I wanted to share the cover with you because I love it so much. It's very simple and sexy.

What do you think?

What Women Want

Everyone once in a while I see a question surface. It typically brings out arguments with one side or the other leaving the conversation hastily. What do Women Want?

I'm fixing to break the girl code. Oh yes, I am going to shatter the code and give you all a nice run down of what a woman wants.

The answer is: It depends on the woman.

Some women want a man who is there for them. Who supports them in their every endeavor. Someone that will hold them when times get rough, wipe away the tears when when she can't hold pain inside any more. She wants someone who is her cheerleader and who is honest enough to tell her when she's screwing up. Who gives her what she needs, in and out of the bedroom. She wants a mate. She wants someone who compliments her personality. What that woman wants is a partner.

Some women want a man who will be there when she gets an itch. When the night is upon us and the house is silent. She wants a man to be her companion and to take care of her needs. She wants someone who will kiss away the pain and make her forget her name. She wants a hot encounter that will steal her breath away. What she wants is a lover who knows his woman isn't looking to mate, but wants that human touch, that male presence to take her to another place.

Some women want both. They want a mate and they want a lover. They want it hot and passionate. They want it sweet and giving. They want to be taken care of and they want to take care of someone. Those are your girls that want the picket fence, the red room of pain and Book of Love.

And some women...some women have it all. They don't want anything except what they already have. They want to wake up and see their love beside them, to kiss their children at night before bed. They want the dirty dishes, the soccer matches and chaos that family life brings. They don't WANT anything because they were lucky in love and lucky to find their mate and lover.

So the next time you ask yourself "What do women want?" You should stop and look at the woman you asking that question of. We don't all want the same thing, but we all want to matter to someone.

It's In His Kiss

When you kiss someone the wealth of your feelings goes into that one single, simple action. Your mouth on theirs and your tongues dueling (if it is of the French variety).

But let me back up just a bit here. There are many kinds of kisses and you do at least one of those a day. The kiss you give to a relative on their cheek or a peck on their lips. The kiss you give to your child. That long held check kiss or on the top of their head, to show your deep feelings and abiding, unconditional love. Every bit of feelings can be expressed in that one encounter. Then you have that deep, passionate kiss you give to a lover. Let's give a definition to the word "lover" shall we?

lov·er

noun \ˈlə-vər\

Definition of LOVER

1

a : a person in love; especially : a man in love with a woman

b plural : two persons in love with each other

2

: an affectionate or benevolent friend

3

: devotee

4

a : paramour

b : a person with whom one has sexual relations 

As you can see by the above definition, a lover is someone with whom you have intense feelings for. Someone with whom you have sex with and who knows you on a sensual level. When I say the word "lover" I am referencing that person who makes your heart race, your blood pump and your breath to hitch. The person who you think about before you fall asleep at night. That is a lover. 

I am NOT referencing a one night stand. Have you ever kissed a one night stand? Someone you just met, have no knowledge of or care for? Typically, no you don't. A one night stand is outside of this post because a one night stand is pure pleasure and never again to be repeated. 

So...back to your lover. Studies show that when kissing your stress level actually decreases and also causes a large part of your brain to become active, thereby causing you to feel happier, more active and less inclined to fight. Kissing even causes your cholesterol to lower.

You know what I like? Those slow, deep kisses that make you sweat, that make your body heat and your train of thought scatter. I like having my body slammed against my partner, my body pressed tightly against his, my arms wrapped around him. I love when he tilts my head and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I love his taste and his touch. I love when he breaks the kiss to take a deep breath before his mouth fuses back to mine. 

When you kiss someone you feel them. Your senses open up to their smell, their taste, their feel. Your body comes alive and you literally explode with senses. You want to know how your man feels about you? It's in his kiss.

The Art of Wooing

I have been implored to write about the art of wooing. Why? Because it is dead. Wooing at one point was hidden glances and secret touches. It was whispered words in a dark corner and letters sent to your would-be lover.

With the dawn of the digital age it appears that the art of wooing has been lost. Much like the ancient languages of long ago.

Imagine if you will. A crowded party. You are in a beautiful dress that you spent three days choosing, your shoes are a bit snug but they make your legs look fantastic. You spent an hour alone making sure your hair was in perfect order and that your make-up gave you that natural sun-kissed look.

Your eyes meet over the crowded room. You run your hand across your stomach making sure your dress hasn't bunched up. Your hand then drifts up to your hair briefly touching it as your eye lashes lower ever so slightly. The handsome man gazes at your face before his eyes drift down to your décolletage. Your smooth, pale skin gleams in the lowered lights and you smile ever so softly. You drift off knowing that if he fancies you, if he finds you attractive, he will find you. 

A bit later you have lost sight of him, and you are mildly disappointed. He was handsome and you did feel that spark that arched between you. It has grown stuffy in the room, people are starting to crush against you and you feel smothered. You find a door that leads to an outside patio and you pull open the door. A gentle breeze pushes against your face and you gleefully step outside and let the night envelop you as the door closes and shuts out the party raging behind you

You walk up the railing and look up at the moon so big in the dark sky above you. Drops of dew form on your eyelashes and you gently wipe them away, while your eyes are closed you hear a soft shuffle but you aren't aware of what it is so you turn towards the sound. Your eyes pop open and you see the man from the part standing in front of you. You look up and meet his stare. A stare so hot that you immediately grow aroused. He reaches up and runs his thumb down your cheek and as you tip your head back you expose your throat to him. He leans down and places his mouth against your ear. 

"You are beautiful. Lovely as a flower and I want to claim you as my own." He then kisses the corner of your mouth and your body heats up. You reach up to touch him but he has already backed away towards the door. 

You stand there looking at one another, and you know how much you would like to be claimed. The handsome, dark haired mans turns and disappears through the door as if the encounter never happens. 

Do you chase the man? Do you implore your hostess to introduce you? In today's world, this encounter wouldn't have happened. You would have received a facebook message that says something to the effect of "Ur Hawt, wut size r ur tits?"

So seduction and wooing are lost to us, but I believe there could be a resurgence. Hell, we brought back bell bottom pants right? If you are reading this and you have a significant other, woo him or her. Send them a message on facebook that has nothing to do with blatant sex. Or better yet...walk up to them and whisper in their ear what you love most about them, end it with a soft caress. You will thank me later.
 

All the Small Things

There is something terribly sensual about every day activities that you may not stop to recognize. But when you do, when you open your eyes and see what is in front of you and what is available to you it's hard to shut that part of your brain down.

Take baking for instance. Some people hate to bake or cook in any way. But consider this. You are taking regular ingredients and mixing them in such a way that when a thick, luscious brownie comes out of a hot pan and nearly melts in your mouth your eyes roll back in glee. You sigh or you moan in ecstasy as the chocolate releases those endorphins that can only be duplicated by making love.

Whether it's the vibration of the washing machine or the steamy, soapy water in your sink as you hand wash your dishes there is pleasure to be found everywhere around you. Life is not as dull as you are led to believe. Let's take a little trip shall we?

Let's say you are outside. It's a nice, hot summer day so you are wearing a pair of jean cut-offs and a tshirt so old and thin you can literally see through it. Again, it's hot, so you have forgone your bra. Your bare breasts are swaying as you walk towards your car and you notice the dust and pollen caked on the trunk. You see leaves stuck to the bumper and you decide to give your car a much needed wash. Pulling out buckets, soaps and sponges you turn your hose on and douse the car. The water splashes back on you and now you are soaked to the skin, your thin tshirt clinging to your naked breasts, water running down your thighs. You push your hair back from your face and frown at the car, but continue on anyway, at this point you are unaware of the picture you present to your neighbors.

You fill the buckets and add in the soap making the water slick and topped with bubbles. You push your sponge deep into the bucket of water and then start to wipe the car down, as you do so you are starting to build up a sweat, the heat outside is becoming unbearable. You quickly look around, making sure no one is watching, you pick up the hose and hold it over your head letting the water cascade down. You moan quietly as your body quickly cools, and knowing you can't stand there like that you put the hose down again and fling your hair back over your shoulder before getting back down to business. You are leaned over the hood, your wet jeans clinging to your behind, water sliding down your back when you look behind you. You felt eyes on you didn't you? That's because your neighbor is standing on his porch, watching you. How long had he gone unnoticed? Your eyes clash and he smiles, tilting his head at you in acknowledgement. Silently urging you on.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you look down and see your nipples standing at attention your transparent top making no secret as to their size and shape. Now this is where you have to make your choice. Do you continue and revel in your own femininity and allow your neighbor to take part in your show? Do you run into the house full of embarrassment and throw on ten layers of clothing?

I don't know about you, but I've always been the type the revel.

So even the small things...such as washing your car...can become an erotic adventure if you let it. Not everything erotic has to turn into an all out sex marathon. Eroticism is itself a feeling. Does it make you feel sexy? Does it turn you on? Knowing your boundaries and accepting that part of yourself is the first step. Go ahead ladies...wash the car.

Coming Soon: Between Cassie's Sheet

So I've decided to release six stories in one compilation, in various length. I'm going to call it Between Cassie's Sheets. Each story is written for the sole purpose of pleasure and spontaneity.. Here are the stories that will be released in this small compilation.

Wicked Thoughts - A BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) surprises her man with a roll in the hay.

A Passion for Books - Two women, One dark library basement. Someone may get in trouble later!

Garden Tryst - Her Master comes upon her in the garden.

Picnic - First time lovers enjoy a little afternoon delight out in the open.

A Shower for Three - A large shower, two hot men, one wanton woman.

Shooting Mae - A photographer gets more than he's bargained for when he shoots Mae.

I definitely hope this lineup interests you, this should be available within the next few days. I'm very excited to read your feedback!

Sultry Heat of Summer

Every wild, passionate summer storm is followed by a hot, sultry summer day. There is just something so liberating about the summer months. We are able to break free of the confines of winter and bare our skin to the warm touch of the sun.

When you fling open your doors and welcome in the sizzling heat of midsummer you shed more than fuzzy socks and soft scarves. You shed your inhibitions; you pull open your closet and find short flirty dresses and open toed sandals. You pull out your bathing suit. You make an appointment with a pedicurist to make sure your small delicate feet are fit for cute open toed sandals and those blingy little flip flops you just had to buy at the end of last summer. You make sure your body is smooth, ready to glisten under the loving embrace of the hot sun as you flaunt your body beside a beautiful blue ocean that is calling for you to take a dip.

You pack your beach bag, making sure to take all the essentials. Your sunglasses with the cute little cat eye frames go in first. Followed quickly by your hot little romance novel that you plan on reading while gazing intently at the bare chested men as they parade up and down the surf for your viewing pleasure. You fold a soft, comfortable beach towel and a cute wide brimmed hat. And lastly your suntan lotion, you know...the kind with the sparkles in it. As you leave your house, you run your fingers through your hair, anticipation building, oh how you want to feel that warm, white sand between your toes. You know it will ruin your new manicure but at least they will be cute for a day. You finally arrive, parking your car, you hop out, grab your bag and race towards the Utopia that is beautiful blue coastline in front of you. You settle your things, making sure your towel is spread and your bag is right where you will need it to be. Your book is settled on top, just waiting to be picked up.

Ms. Marilyn Monroe ~

“To all the girls that think you’re fat because 

you’re not a size zero, 

you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s ugly.”

With the watchful eyes of all those around you, knowing full well your swimsuit, as skimpy as it is, is going to be even skimpier once you douse yourself in the salty sea. The water is at first cold. You shiver, your body tightens, but you brave the coldness for just a few moments, walking deeper into the water. You feel the water touch your thighs, slid up above your hips and then encase your breasts. How sensual a lover the ocean water can be. Your body gets used to the coolness, you revel in the feeling and tilt your head back dipping your hair down into the water and slicking it back from your face.

You feel the tide pulling at your body, pulling you deeper, but instinctively you know you can't go any further or else that hot little life guard may not reach you if need be. So, woefully you start to make your way back to shore. With every step you take your body is exposed once more to the hot gazes of the people lounging in the sun. Your breasts, your stomach, your butt that you worked so hard on all winter. Knowing that you aren't perfect in form, but you are perfect for you, your beauty radiates no matter your imperfections. You are perfectly you.  Next your thighs and calves emerge. As you step fully onto the shore, water sluicing down your body, you look up towards the sun and smile. Femininity has it's power...and summer is definitely the time to let it shine.

Mother Nature's Arousal

There is something so very erotic about the storm. Lying in bed listening to the rain hit your window pane, feeling the thunder rumble your house, the lightening as it flashes through the sky. Nothing is more erotic than a storm, it's basically Mother Nature's passionate orgasm. The flood of water that drenches you to the skin, the way the wind pushes beneath your clothing. Getting caught in that storm is never a travesty, oh no, it's a hot, sultry love affair that is over in a matter of hours.

Take today for example. I am sitting in my room, plotting, writing...listening to the throbbing music that I have specifically chosen to turn up the heat. When I hear it in the distance. I see it flash across the sky. I immediately turn off my music, turn down the lights and let the words flow. No one gives a show or a better soundtrack than Gaia can when she is at her most amorous.

When next you see the skies darken and the rain starts to beat down around you, the next time the wind howls and the thunder vibrates your body, the very next time the lightning flashes bright and hot and white across the sky, don't worry. You may even be driving down the interstate, but don't fret, don't be angry at the people driving slowly. Just smile and tip your hat to Mother Nature because all women love a good Orgasm. And Mother Nature loooooves having multiples.

So during those wild summer storms, hold your lover tight. Press yourself against him or her. Join nature in it's epic battle of lustful cries and steamy heat.

Music that Touches...In More Ways than One

When I write at times I like complete silence, at others I want music. Hot, throbbing, pound music that makes me feel all the passion I want my characters to feel. I love music from Jem and Maroon5, I like pop music for the pounding beats. Something about a song that makes you want to move your body.

I fully believe that music can make us feel what we need to feel that moment. Happy, sad, in the "mood"; it can bring back memories, both good and bad, and good music, beautiful music, can change the world.

Do you have a playlist? I have Spotify and I love it! I have created playlists for my myriad of moods. lol. You can follow my Music to Put You in the Mood Playlist here. It's on Spotify of course.

When I hear a good beat, or something slow and throbbing, I can imagine my characters and their reactions to it. I can imagine their motions, I can see what they would say to each other. Body Rocking at it's finest is an a good beat and a great imagination.

So tell me, what do you listen to? I'm always open to music that rock me, that can help the scenes pour out.

What makes you feel sexy?

Is it lingerie? Does your man make you feel sexy? A smile, a kiss, a touch...what does it? What suddenly turns you into that femme fatale that would set her lover on fire with passion?

For me...it's the whole package. When I feel sexy, when I feel confident in what I'm doing and who I'm with...that's what gets me. I can be sitting knitting socks but if the man I am with looks at me and smiles that crooked smile or reaches over and runs his hand down my arm, I'm ready. If I happen to be wearing some very pretty seductive underthings, that's always a plus.

I've always said that in order to seduce a woman, you have to seduce her mind. That is why books such as 50 Shades of Gray are so popular, because they touch that part of a woman that is dormant, give her ideas and desires she didn't think she had, but she is thoroughly seduced by those ideas and that transfers into a new sexiness that their lovers may not have seen before.

Sexy is more than a perfect body. It's more than the way you look. Sexy is an attitude. I don't care if you are a size 2 or a size 22, if you feel sexy, if you radiate confidence then you will BE desired, you will BE looked at in a way you may not even notice. So tell me, what makes YOU feel sexy?

The Story of Sugar

Hello! As a self published writer (really anyone can self publish, but I take great pride in my work) I wanted to start a little blog to keep in touch with basically anyone who enjoys my stories and of course as a way for me put my thoughts out there. I'm Cassie, I started writing when I was 12 years old, that love of words grew into a love of romance novels as I got older and then ultimately a love of erotica. So let me tell you the story of my first publication.

I've been writing FOREVER, I have dozens of stories, dozens of manuscripts and plot outlines, character ideas, I have it all. I've written everything from extremely bad poetry to erotica to romantic comedy and even one drama novel that is written in the form of letters. I may publish that at some point it's just a matter of formatting it and re-reading through, but this post is about Sugar.

I actually wrote Sugar the first time as a 1 page story; like most of my scenes it was quick. It came while I had been sitting at a stop light watching a cop walk up to a car. There was something about that piece that spoke to me, so I took it a step further, expanded on it, added a bit more characterization. And then I flipped the script, I wanted her to take control, and when I did...it was perfect. I had written Rock the Boat as a separate story, but the characters fit together, I wanted sisters. So you have my two sisters with two seemingly different lives both meeting their match with very very hot results.

After writing it, the story sat on my hard drive for three years. Literally, it just sat there. Last year on my birthday I promised myself by the time I turned 33, I would be published on some platform, be it paperback or ebook. I just wanted to see my name on a book, I wanted someone other then me and a few select friends to read my point of view.

So three hours before my 33rd birthday on June 21st, I submitted it to Amazon. And it went live on my birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

The moral of this story is to always do what you want, if you make a promise to yourself, follow through. My book may not be long, it may not be the next Great American Novel (unless the next Great American Novel had sex, and got tied to a bed?), but I write me. I just hope you all enjoy it as much as I!