Happy Birthday Scorpio. Yes, today is the first official day of the zodiac’s eighth sign. I felt Libra pass the zodiac baton off to Scorpio at some point last night while attending a soiree’ in honor of our city’s Mayor. The party was supposed to end at 9:00 p.m., but, hmmm… it was well past closing time and, hmmm… I was still there, on a school night no less, talking and catching up with business associates and drinking a wee  bit of vino tinto (red wine).

Damn you Scorpio!

Being born in November, I’ve learned this naughty and sometimes nasty sign is mostly responsible for why I’m constantly turning over rocks and digging into deep, black holes with my bare hands and toes. I suppose I’m digging and searching for hidden truths. Sometimes searching for those hidden truths can lead to trouble though, like dirt under my nails and other troubling affects found when discovering scary truths. And trouble that starts with T, but doesn’t at all rhyme with R, but really should, because that stands for Roxanne.

In my zodiac novel, Sex through the Zodiac, Roxanne just so happens (the power of fiction) to  find another Scorpio playmate. And one would think, two scorpios would have been enough for her, but no, as mentioned, this is fiction, so we invited one of Roxanne’s previous lover’s, Anise for a menage a trois and some delicious soixante nuef in the steam room at her gym:  

“…Anise and I took seats on either side of Terrence. He stretched his legs out in front of him, while placing his elbows on the tile steps directly behind him and leaned back. Both Anise and I followed his exact movements.

     “Ahhh. I turned the steam up a little before coming in here.” Terrence said, letting out a long sigh of relaxation.

I tilted my head back and looked up toward the ceiling. The steam was thicker up here than the few stairs below. It was already very thick and I could barely see below from where the three of us were now sitting. I could hear the thwack, thwack, thwack sound of people’s flip-flops navigating across the wet floor as they entered and left the room. The door opened and for one brief second, I could feel the air get slightly cooler. I tried to grab hold of the cool air, taking it into my lungs for as long as possible, but then the door would slowly close, sealing shut and shutting out the coolness and I felt the heat and steam start to infiltrated my nostrils again.

I was almost ready to be done with this sweat bath misery, when I felt Terrence’s long, strong fingers massaging my right shoulder. “You’re tense, Roxanne. Let me loosen you up.” He barely murmured as his hands moved over my shoulder and then down into the front of my towel. His hands felt strong as they pushed into my muscles.

His dark skin contrasted against the white towel and I wondered if anyone who was still in the room could see us. My towel unfolded and the condoms slipped out and onto the step below.
            “What was that?’ Terrence asked me, even though I knew he already knew.
            “Responsibility.” I returned, before bending forward to pick them up. I could see more clearly and breathe a little better just one step below where we were sitting, and I turned back to look at both Terrence and Anise, before snatching the condom packets. Through the blur of steam, I saw Anise’s naked body; her towel had fallen behind her. Terrence’s hand was moving across her bare breasts. Her head was tilted back and she had spread her legs; her finger tips were massaging her clit. 

I unwrapped myself from the towel and moved toward Terrence; touching the tops of his rock hard thighs with my hands as I straddled him. Both his hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass; pulling me snugly against his groin. His cock was still contained behind his trunks and I felt it harden as my pussy grinded into him….”

Does anyone care to tell any Scorpio-related tales? There will be a prize given for the best story told.

Please be sure and wish the following sexy, Scorpios, dark birthday wishes: Rachel Kramer Bussel, BAK and Scarlett Greyson.

Neve Black