…you’re both. You’re a Sagittarius. Say buh-bye to Scorpio and hello to Sagittarius, the  ninth zodiac sign in the wheel.  Before Roxanne tells you about her liason with a Sagittarian, I want to offer a big, expansive birthday wish to a couple of our very own erotic Sagittarian beastlies: Janine Ashbless and Sommer Marsden. In honor of our sexy, talented and fun-loving Sagittarians, I’m thrilled. I’m excited. Oh, hell, I’m reeling with sexual zeal to read Sommer’s work during this month’s naughty night caps. Stay tuned this week for more details on the exact Neve date and exact Neve time.

Roxanne had plenty to say about her truth seeking sexy Sagittarian sun sign, so with no further adieu, here’s  an excerpt of zodiac love lustful romping with her bi-sexual, Sagittarian partner, Jackie (yes, a little female on female action) from my book, Sex through the Zodiac:

“…Oh, did you say you haven’t been with a woman fire sign yet?” Jackie asked with baited breath, while batting her eyelashes at me.

She had turned this uncomfortable situation around into something titillating and definitely sexual. I knew she wouldn’t just ask the question without having a specific purpose behind it. She was flirting with the idea of us experiencing each other sexually. 

Because Sagittarians are fire signs, I knew fire signs are forthright and rarely have inhibitions when it comes to sex. They jump first into the sex and think about the relationship aspects afterwards, so I acted boldly, because I knew it was a trait she would appreciate.

       “Are you interested in having sex?” I inquired with my index finger, lifting it in the air; dangling it between us.

Before she could answer my question, my peripheral vision caught sight of the bartender. His mouth was gaping open as he stood behind the bar, within ear shot of us, obviously eavesdropping on our conversation. He was pretending to clean a wine glass. I looked straight at him with my Scorpio death glare and he turned and walked toward the other end of the bar. 

            “Yes.” She responded quickly. “I’ve fantasized running my tongue over you no less than 100 times,” she said confessing yet another secret to me. 

Jackie started to suck on her full lower lip with her teeth. I don’t know if she realized that she was teasing me mercilessly. I felt my panties getting wet watching her. I crossed and then re-crossed my legs, trying to control myself. I wanted to grab her and kiss her, but I didn’t think that would be prudent. After all we were sitting at a bar, and the voyeuristic eyes of the bartender and the patrons were starting to observe our behavior.

The half-beast that resided inside of Jackie must have sensed my arousal, because she moved her face toward mine. Our noses grazed in an Eskimo kiss and I sat perfectly still, blinking and breathing in the Scotch on her breath, the oils in her hair, and the scant remains of perfume she’d applied earlier that day.

       “Meet me in the ladies room.” Her green eyes sparkled in rapture. She scooted off the barstool, reached inside her purse and pulled out enough money to cover the bar tab. She left the money under her empty tumbler and then sauntered toward the ladies room. She kept looking over her shoulder at me, smiling wickedly.

        “What is it with the fire signs and public restrooms?” I thought to myself as I drained my glass of beer and then quickly followed Jackie’s footsteps into the ladies room.

 The ladies room at the Five O’clock Lounge didn’t offer much room for sexual activities. I opened the door, walked in and then shut it, turning the button on the door knob so the door was locked. The bathroom was stark. The brick walls were painted white. The single toilet was enclosed with two metal walls, and a mismatched colored door that was sprawled open, because the door latch was broken. A plastic soap dispenser and white metal paper towel holder hung on the wall above an old, worn-out metal trash can that sat next to a pedestal sink. Water slowly dripped from the faucet into the stained white sink bowl. 

Jackie was leaning back against the pedestal sink. She was smiling at me as I entered the bathroom.  I stood there with my back leaning against the locked bathroom door, facing her and smiling back. It felt like we were playing a game, waiting for someone to make the first move. I could smell the room deodorizer burning inside my nostrils. Jackie pushed herself away from the sink and walked toward me. “Check mate,” I thought. 

Yeah, I know that was kind of nasty of me to tease you like that and not give you the happy ending, huh? But guess what? You can read more about how Roxanne makes out, or gets off with her free-loving, bi-sexual fire sign dynamo. Yes. Yes. Yes. You can always buy the book, baby.

Wait. Do I detect a heavy, pregnant pause in the air from some of you naughties?

Hmmm…allright, allright, already. Geez-lou-eeze, you’d think I had my whip out or something. I suppose that  was sort of extra naughty of me to tease you so much andnotgiveituptoyou, so how about this as a form of compromise? Because it’s thanksgiving week, and I’m in a delightful mood…if you get down on both your knees and kiss, lick and suck my toes beg me…maybe, just maybe, I’ll send you a copy of the book.

Happy Birthday, Sagittarius
Neve Black