Baited Breath

Neve’s Naughty Nightcap videos are currently being uploaded and edited. And I will share them with you as they become fit for viewing, I look like less of a dork, available.

As a recap, I was as nervous as a feline. Meow. We had a few minor auditory difficulties in the very beginning, but Andy, the quick-thinker and audio/visual expert moved fast and confidently.  He was able to smooth things out faster than I could say, o-r-g-a-s-m. The good news is, I was able to belt out of few bars of written porn, to include a couple stories from this month’s featured author, Heidi Champa

Wouldn’t you know it though, when I finally started to feel comfortable in front of the camera, the stroke of midnight was upon us, and it was time to say goodbye to this month’s auditory voyeurisim episode.

I want to give another great big thank you to both Linda and Andy, proud owners of  The Literary Cafe, Rocket, Buff-pad, Ralph, Chicklet and all my gloriously, gracious friends and lovers who stopped in to hear and see me read. Thank you.

 

I’ll be back next month
Neve Black

Summer to Fall and Fig Chutney

The weather has turned cold here today. Fall is close by. It’s drizzling and the wind is blowing through the heavy trees; depositing leaves and dirt in its wake.  I went to bed late last night and got up later this morning, so my Sunday is starting off slow. The cold weather makes me want to stay inside my pussy shack and cook or bake something wonderful, warm and delicious with my lover. 

figchutney

Today’s chilliness in the air marks the final day of the spicy, summer blog tour. We’re heading over to the Pussy Shack of the illuminating Danielle De Santiago  for late summer and early fall sexy, fig chutney. Mmmmm…mmm…mmmm….

 

Neve Black

Hot, Hot, HOT, Heidi at The Literary Cafe!

I’m honored. I’m excited. I’m damn well over-the-moon to learn that I’ll also be reading a few stories from the very talented, hot, hot, hot, Heidi Champa this Saturday night at the world, reknowned, Literary Cafe!

heidi

I count my lucky stars and good fortune to have met a number of incredible persons out here in blog land. And  Heidi is most definitately one those persons. I’ve found her writing to be powerful, inticing as her words smolder with titillating and steamy sensuality. 

Ooooh, baby!

So, if you were still on the fence about attended this Saturday’s night’s naughty nightcap and auditory voyeurism experience at The Lit, it’s my erotic duty to let you know it’s going to be hotter than originally expected – to be precise, it’s going to be hot, hot, hot.

 

Sizzling with hot anticipation -
Neve Black

“Show me how…

to strip like Nina Hartley….” those thoughts have crossed my mind from time to time.  So, when I learned last week that I won Sommer Marsden ‘s contest and she was sending me this tantalizing item in the mail, I was a bit giddy with excitment. 

Over the weekend, as I gently pulled the door open to my mailbox and peered inside, there sat Nina on top a pile of non-descript mail. She’s so humble, isn’t she? Sitting there scantily dressed in black thigh-highs, garters,  and stilettos as her tossled, sexy blond tresses and erect, exposed nipples winked at me before saying, ”hello, baby, I’m here to show you how….”

Thank you with a cherry on top, Sommer!

 

Boom, chak-a-lacka, lacka, BOOM!
Neve Black

Like a Virgin?

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Yesterday we said goodbye to the final day of Leo and today we say hello to the zodiac sign of Virgo.

But, before I get started, I wanted to announce last month’s winner of my book, Sex through the Zodiac - actually, there was a tie and Roxanne recommended that I tie both winners up and have my way with them; preferably at the same time, but geographically speaking this would be problematic, so instead I’ll be sending both winners an e-copy. Please give a nice, warm applause to both Danielle and Gigi! Yah! Clap-clap-clap-clap. Please send me your e-mail addreses to black.neve at gmail. com.

Okay, onto Virgo the virgin. In the book, Sex through the Zodiac, my heroine, Roxanne was working a past love interest, Jack, her Virgo out of her heart, by spreading her legs for every other sign in the zodiac wheel. Here’s a taste:

“There was a light tap on the front door and I hit the play button on my CD player before opening the front door; letting Charlie Parker’s fluid saxophone infiltrate my apartment. Charlie Parker was also a Virgo. I opened the door, just slightly so Pluto, the escape artist couldn’t get out. Jack was standing there, holding a bag of Chinese take-out and a smile. He wore a pair of jeans, a simple white tee-shirt, black leather jacket and tennis shoes. He looked comfortable and effortlessly sexy.

“Please come in.” I said, flashing my blues and pearly whites. I suddenly realized why I cared so much what I looked like. I still had feelings for him. His visit to my house could be trouble for me. I had a number of zodiac signs to still have sex with and I wasn’t sure if seeing Jack wouldn’t somehow reignite the deep emotional feelings I had for him; derailing my New Year’s resolution goal.

Virgos have discriminating taste. It’s a compliment to any zodiac sign if a Virgo finds you interesting enough to want to spend time with you. Knowing this, I felt his immediate earth sign warmth as he walked through the front door.

We both sat down on the floor, sipping cold beer while we laughed; catching up over the months we hadn’t see each other. It felt as if we picked right back up from where we had left off. The couch was up against our backs, and opened cartons of Chinese take-out were strewn all over the coffee table in front of us. Jack’s eyes met mine and I moved closer to him; his scent penetrated into my brain, “God. I love the way he smells.” Our pant legs touched and electricity shot through my body.

“I’ve missed you, Roxy.” He said kissing the top of my head.
    
“What have you missed about me the most?” I whispered wickedly as I pushed the coffee table’s legs across the carpet; giving me enough room to straddle his lap; like a cowgirl who’s been away from her horse for too long.

I pressed my breasts against his chest; my nipples ached as they hardened. He wrapped his arms around me; holding me tightly. I pushed myself up and our lips met; kissing softly and then harder, and faster. His cock flexed behind his jeans and I felt my cunt getting wet….”
What more do we know about these discriminating earth signs other than what Roxanne describes for us above? Who out there reading this is a Virgo? Who knows a Virgo?  Care to describe what you know about a virgin?

 

Calling all virgins,
Neve Black

P.S. Salt

salt

Who doesn’t love licking the salty residual from their lover’s warm, sweaty skin? The cool, salty clean after a skinny-dip in the ocean? The sound of a sea salt as it sizzles into a hot pan on the stove?

P.S. Haven is doing salt, southern style.  Please come with me tomorrow, Sunday, August 23 as the spicy, summer blog tour continues.

 
Neve Black

The Surreal Truth

This week I learned something my gut has been trying to tell me for a long time. I learned the truth. As a conversation I was having with someone insued and we dove deeper into the painful, truthful waters, I felt myself stepping out of my body and begin looking at our conversation from a distance before stepping back inside my body and absorbing what I learned in real time. It really was surreal.

Has this happened to anyone else?

Let’s face it, as important as the truth is, and as much as it sets you free, you really have to come prepared for it. It can be ruthless.

I’m leaving you with one of my favorite surreal film clips below:

 

 

It’s not surreal, it’s the truth
Neve Black