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I love wine, traveling and books of course!Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-87114062602681659872022-03-07T16:31:00.005-08:002022-03-07T17:26:08.690-08:00Shiny New Site Folks!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoBIZz_4M5_iP2m97WJ21JeIl-WiyPems1EvBwi_SMXh9PNqSyV4mPmqBs6JH_S7bYRuqx3Ke40uQv2Ki8og1esk_SZV5xdemou3Nw5bC7d_8jlKmmzkslhcWTmff1K--BIZBDOhlhPCsqOIULNCmTSJTFAHjEHi8gXvGn8YX2vFqUjwB0ZL8hXEoHrg=s337" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="334" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoBIZz_4M5_iP2m97WJ21JeIl-WiyPems1EvBwi_SMXh9PNqSyV4mPmqBs6JH_S7bYRuqx3Ke40uQv2Ki8og1esk_SZV5xdemou3Nw5bC7d_8jlKmmzkslhcWTmff1K--BIZBDOhlhPCsqOIULNCmTSJTFAHjEHi8gXvGn8YX2vFqUjwB0ZL8hXEoHrg=s320" width="317" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;"><i>https://mariacox.net</i></b></div>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-87891520462746808972022-01-27T05:38:00.004-08:002022-02-12T04:57:24.947-08:00Making renovations, folks >>> New Website Coming Soon!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjo9fUSIgS84mu5dWgP_-MyGWVPsdRxvZsSzatmNaaf26hg_1VjuG31fuAXdwCyLg1AVzOzijABOzZYBQzu-Qei4RrUaSzuroh1_AUnH0Q2qxDrry5DFSrXISxmA2TyTqGN_eZt9mIbUcy-1xRZbf5IrUeDRKJfue4meMlte5U0usgoeG2_nhHfNSm6_A=s1664" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1109" data-original-width="1664" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjo9fUSIgS84mu5dWgP_-MyGWVPsdRxvZsSzatmNaaf26hg_1VjuG31fuAXdwCyLg1AVzOzijABOzZYBQzu-Qei4RrUaSzuroh1_AUnH0Q2qxDrry5DFSrXISxmA2TyTqGN_eZt9mIbUcy-1xRZbf5IrUeDRKJfue4meMlte5U0usgoeG2_nhHfNSm6_A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo by cottonbro from Pexels</div><div><br /></div><div>Hello Friends,</div><p></p><p>My <a href="http://www.mariacox.net">www.mariacox.net</a> website will be revamped.</p><p>I'm excited to share my newly improved site on February 21st.</p><p>Stay tuned for details!</p><p><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria Cox</span></p><p><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-14418512266194868672021-12-24T06:05:00.001-08:002021-12-24T06:05:49.567-08:00Happy Happy Holidays!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5NdTToJ335615igARb--P8GhWQjFQYXcR1AIxe_tMiSg9rU3MTqytQUFghZ4JlbobD92vikuvH7M0l01nzqhTiG3hclbska8OaBub5-KeorvHrkouhJgez-e_UJcoql8j_i1mvS5EIgGYpgmMhyj-PWMdI-63jXp1IHCQO9L9u-MwOAm45H2TFbq53Q=s1920" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5NdTToJ335615igARb--P8GhWQjFQYXcR1AIxe_tMiSg9rU3MTqytQUFghZ4JlbobD92vikuvH7M0l01nzqhTiG3hclbska8OaBub5-KeorvHrkouhJgez-e_UJcoql8j_i1mvS5EIgGYpgmMhyj-PWMdI-63jXp1IHCQO9L9u-MwOAm45H2TFbq53Q=w213-h320" width="213" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px;">Photo by </span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/@kpaukshtite?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Kristina Paukshtite</a></span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px;"> from </span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/red-volkswagen-beetle-scale-model-3444345/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Pexels</a></span></p><p>The gifts have all been wrapped and now all there's to do is wait, and wait and...wait.</p><p>In New York City the weather is getting cooler and cooler, almost feel like December :) Wherever you spend Christmas I wish for you and yours to be safe; please exercise precautions, Covid is still here folks.</p><p>And if you're into traditional things, read all about the 12 Days of Christmas, <a href="https://www.rd.com/article/where-do-12-days-of-christmas-come-from/" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><p>Happy Holidays to all!</p><p><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria Cox</span></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-54953343613991228002021-06-09T14:00:00.001-07:002021-06-09T14:00:00.199-07:00NYC: Life after a pandemic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzQg0rCA73pKmz5Qg4Vq5h6dO8JOLhSoSfsbSSN3RCp0jzW-luFidjJkT84mLPJBakC8eRS-j_VOfSCqM_EqTNgSg5n-9UReMh6fJkkuJ0z8JYsF-Ey5FA9TZbuvsV75P0KEG6wmyA1ZX/s1188/pexels-vlada-karpovich-4451510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="1188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzQg0rCA73pKmz5Qg4Vq5h6dO8JOLhSoSfsbSSN3RCp0jzW-luFidjJkT84mLPJBakC8eRS-j_VOfSCqM_EqTNgSg5n-9UReMh6fJkkuJ0z8JYsF-Ey5FA9TZbuvsV75P0KEG6wmyA1ZX/s320/pexels-vlada-karpovich-4451510.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">Photo by </span><span style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/@vlada-karpovich?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Vlada Karpovich</a></span><span style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"> from </span><span style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/city-fashion-people-woman-4451510/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Pexels</a></span></div><p>Hello friends,</p><p>New York City is trying desperately to go back to normal, but in a city of 10 million people back to normal isn't an easy feat.</p><p>The transmission rate has decreased and if more people get vaccinated - particularly NYC - the governor will lift all remaining restrictions, and how wonderful it'd be to have our city back? To see Broadway lit up again? To see Times Square bustling with tourists (yeah, I did just say that)? </p><p>I am encouraged to know that soon New York will be back to its formal glory, though to be honest, I'll miss the quieter streets and subways, lol!</p><p>I hope that wherever you call home, you feel safe and encouraged, as well.</p><p>Be well!</p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-55693944771590578322021-04-22T05:31:00.000-07:002021-04-22T05:31:27.169-07:00Earth Day! 2021 Theme: Restore Our Earth<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQ960l5UR7Rz5XmUO-uvCXhbj5nxFFXixvgtdn6WvPgeQwtEaEUlzOng4vif-l5wLYgE4GJgiRK8TR9wwiK9sf0jKWuSnQZpEx0BcJFUZgXTLE-19neCoUPgqhEjDHDQKa57Qy8gttaKb/s729/earthday.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="410" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQ960l5UR7Rz5XmUO-uvCXhbj5nxFFXixvgtdn6WvPgeQwtEaEUlzOng4vif-l5wLYgE4GJgiRK8TR9wwiK9sf0jKWuSnQZpEx0BcJFUZgXTLE-19neCoUPgqhEjDHDQKa57Qy8gttaKb/w158-h281/earthday.png" width="158" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Photo by <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/healthy-nature-man-person-7048259/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels">Artem Podrez</a></div><p>Friends,</p><p></p><p>Climate change, pollution, water scarcity; these are just a few issues we face today as a society. </p><p>Below is a list of simple things we can do to celebrate Earth Day on a daily basis:</p><div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Swap light bulbs</li><li>Plant a tree</li><li>Carry your own water bottle</li><li>Switch to eco-friendly cleaning materials</li><li>Bike-to-work or carpool</li></ul><p></p>
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</div><div><div><div><br /><div>For more ideas, please visit: <a href="http://www.earthday.org/takeaction/campaigns.html" target="_blank">http://www.earthday.org/takeaction/campaigns.html</a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Earth Day!</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria Cox</span></div><div><br /></div>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-84382648544250597672021-03-08T02:37:00.000-08:002021-03-08T02:37:39.879-08:00A Tribute to the Women in my Life<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4R4xo5-9Malkr_HqHxVRCR8p0vu6xRThIDL6gJ9yP9KeuX8-mRuZpwSh27xntWq92S9rJ0dCZcZG38sIWyvFzNWJor1YuJfia2A2MsHL98g7rVIddZ90Q30598Y3EPwixse6qg_ZROm16/s907/IWS.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="907" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4R4xo5-9Malkr_HqHxVRCR8p0vu6xRThIDL6gJ9yP9KeuX8-mRuZpwSh27xntWq92S9rJ0dCZcZG38sIWyvFzNWJor1YuJfia2A2MsHL98g7rVIddZ90Q30598Y3EPwixse6qg_ZROm16/s320/IWS.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.internationalwomensday.com">https://www.internationalwomensday.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hello friends, </div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">On International Women’s Day we celebrate women who have
made notable contributions to the betterment of society, locally and
globally. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On a personal note, I want to pay tribute to the women in my
life who helped shape who I am as an individual and who I am as a professional person.
Take my mother, a strong-willed, proud woman, she always instilled in us (my
sisters and I), good work ethics: be present, work hard, and do the best job
you can, whatever your trade. My daughter – an ambitious and successful young
woman – has in recent years served as a professional coach (what a proud
moment!). And of course my youngest sister, a senior manager, herself, has been
a mentor in many ways. </p><p class="MsoNormal">I'm not only fortunate, but blessed to have had strong female role models in
my life.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Who do you honor today?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria Cox</span><br /><br /><br />Source:<br /><span style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.internationalwomensday.com/">https://www.internationalwomensday.com/</a></span></div>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-40610936968011192202021-02-18T04:30:00.004-08:002021-02-18T04:30:02.331-08:00Virtual Reading - a Romantic Happy Hour, February 26<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01xL51IQkFZdZwX8WUCwfZ0yH_zqnKywAbjz0X-Y_tN1oMO9vuu0PjXi-TB3aVkUY_GLXX4o5Aymdnk5H7r4HQTGMCF4w-odq6fXVg22aAdHeD5tn4ZxJNzMmB0k8rcmbmzTv_dWvCsQo/s1200/Badge.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01xL51IQkFZdZwX8WUCwfZ0yH_zqnKywAbjz0X-Y_tN1oMO9vuu0PjXi-TB3aVkUY_GLXX4o5Aymdnk5H7r4HQTGMCF4w-odq6fXVg22aAdHeD5tn4ZxJNzMmB0k8rcmbmzTv_dWvCsQo/w465-h244/Badge.JPG" width="465" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b>Virtual #Romance Readings!</b></h2><br />Come join <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8849088443166931405/490873129633277892">@RWANYC</a> as we host a Romantic Happy Hour on February 26th. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Line up: <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8849088443166931405/490873129633277892">@JeanJoachim</a> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8849088443166931405/490873129633277892">@TeeOFallon</a> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8849088443166931405/490873129633277892">@Ursula_Renee</a> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8849088443166931405/490873129633277892">@Anna_DePalo</a></div><br />For more information, please visit: <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8849088443166931405/490873129633277892">http://www.rwanyc.com/romantic-happy-hour1.html</a>. <br /><br /><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8849088443166931405/490873129633277892">RWA/NYC</a> is a diverse and multicultural romance writers group made up of published, pre-published, and new writers. <br /><br />Thank you, <br /><br /><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria Cox</span><br /><br />Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-89893577595618935182021-02-03T15:00:00.003-08:002021-02-03T15:00:04.864-08:00Not Valentine's, but Galentine's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrBDP_kepVCXlOOXIGN6TS6tBi2dRuZaZr2tuFMei1uaOgwLsFnB9nltceO186tlon3yDUo01nWHvIUhoLnRkVefKVD-57YJQFVSoQN-2DqUojJeXTroAHO783qha7b4fhJenEros4C33/s636/cupid.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrBDP_kepVCXlOOXIGN6TS6tBi2dRuZaZr2tuFMei1uaOgwLsFnB9nltceO186tlon3yDUo01nWHvIUhoLnRkVefKVD-57YJQFVSoQN-2DqUojJeXTroAHO783qha7b4fhJenEros4C33/s320/cupid.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">Photo by </span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/@alleksana?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">alleksana</a></span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"> from </span><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/red-hearts-6478871/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Pexels</a></span></div><div><br /></div>It's early February but most drug stores here in New York City have been displaying Valentine’s Day paraphernalia since the first of January.<div><br /></div><div>For most of my adult life I have considered Valentine’s Day a holiday romantic in nature, but in recent years with the inclusion of friendship, I’ve come to appreciate Valentine’s Day as a general day of Love and Friendship.</div><div><br /></div><div>What is Galentine’s Day all about? Well, the terminology was introduced a few years back by Leslie Knope - a fictional character from the popular sitcom <i>Parks and Recreation</i>. Leslie declared, “Every February 13th, my lady friends and I leave our husbands and our boyfriends at home, and we come and kick it, breakfast-style. Ladies celebrating ladies.” What a great concept!</div><div><br /></div><div>So, in the spirit of Galentine’s Day here are three simple suggestions:<div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Schedule a brunch date with g-pals (my own spin on the term) - men and/or women :)</li><li>Exchange gifts - who doesn’t want gifts?</li><li>Consume fizzy drinks - a Bellini, please.</li></ul>Whether you're in a relationship, or happily detached, I’m sure you, too, can appreciate g-pals celebrating g-pals.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Love & Friendship day folks!</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria Cox</span><br /><br /><br />Source:<br />www.npr.org<br />www.hgtv.com</div></div>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-6314675443028672822021-01-07T15:00:00.001-08:002021-01-07T15:00:07.128-08:00Books and More in 2021<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7d5UnQnaguVbu7nQ6tQfNRLbfYlxOt0VFdIgymx70_qTFo32AnW2diX_TKtMzK5Al1WKKSl9WH0PaKwV0EYsFc11zB5buTm5sx3agkTWofpylFFZ76YUvFAAM3-hfFmgWHeCS9ygfC82/s1917/2021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1917" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7d5UnQnaguVbu7nQ6tQfNRLbfYlxOt0VFdIgymx70_qTFo32AnW2diX_TKtMzK5Al1WKKSl9WH0PaKwV0EYsFc11zB5buTm5sx3agkTWofpylFFZ76YUvFAAM3-hfFmgWHeCS9ygfC82/s320/2021.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e8e8e8;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">Photo by </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/@olyakobruseva?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Olya Kobruseva</a></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"> from </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/white-and-blue-floral-textile-5715254/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Pexels</a></span></span></div><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "segoe ui", roboto, oxygen, cantarell, "helvetica neue", ubuntu, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e8e8e8; color: #1a1a1a;"></span><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hello friends,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As pledged on Goodreads (GR), this year my goal is to read at least
12 books. And for anyone who follows <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/8990948?ref=nav_mybooks">my reviews</a>, note that this year I won't be writing in-depth book reviews, I will only give book ratings. </p><p class="MsoNormal">In addition to my GRs goal, I will serve on the RWA/NYC Executive Board as Secretary As I renew my commitment to
being more involved with the chapter, I will also be in charge of coordinating RWA/NYC mid-month panels.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Here's to a productive and healthy new year!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva";"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Maria</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-42038890512009616002020-12-25T07:00:00.001-08:002020-12-25T07:00:06.985-08:00December 25th -- Days of Self-Reflection<p style="text-align: center;"> <img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1280" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wEksXJLp308EJgqxZoYUhq6eB6KKV4CgbMk47gHHefnci8WRC7HUNmGFTMf07XtNIS9ZqiBRF0wqpi1gy0_IT0uBGf12LVg_HpT8Jk6-QN690lsO-gAcCcWGFYCqwZoL6tNCkhH1De3N/w206-h258/reflectiion.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="206" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Photo by Louis from <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-holding-mirror-2460534/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels." target="_blank">Pexels</a></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hello,<span color="windowtext"> </span><div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">It's Christmas!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">As my previous blogposts indicated, <span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">the holiday season provided me an opportunity to do some self-reflection. Below are topics that I wish to share with you -- my readers.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="color: #c00000;">December 4<sup>th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><a href="http://marialoves2write.blogspot.com/2020/12/december-4th-days-of-self-reflection.html"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">What does the holiday season mean to me?</span></a><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 11</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><a href="http://marialoves2write.blogspot.com/2020/12/december-11th-days-of-self-reflection.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">What is the driving force in my writer's life?</span></a></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: #c00000;">December 18<sup>th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><a href="http://marialoves2write.blogspot.com/2020/12/december-18th-days-of-self-reflection.html">In what area/s do I need to improve self-discipline?</a><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 25</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i>What do I wish for today?<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">After a long year when we've endured so much despair, I think it's only befitting to wish for the Coronavirus vaccine to reach as many people </span>as possible. </p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">There's a rising concern about the U.S. receiving adequate dosages for all 50 states and surely, with the worldwide demand for the medicine, this is just cause for alarm. However, I trust that local and state governments are taking the necessary steps to ensure everyone who wants a vaccine gets it.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">As the vaccine continues to be rolled out cross country I can't help but think about the countless hours spent on developing the serum that promises to save thousands of lives; the scientists and doctors tasked with this colossal undertaking are heroes and miracle workers. </p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">Friends, this blogpost concludes my Days of Self-Reflection series. Thank you for reading.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">I wish you and yours a happy and safe holiday!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">PS: please, please wear your mask.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18pt;">Maria</span></p></div>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-40459575169215326632020-12-18T15:00:00.001-08:002020-12-18T15:00:07.514-08:00December 18th -- Days of Self-Reflection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1280" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wEksXJLp308EJgqxZoYUhq6eB6KKV4CgbMk47gHHefnci8WRC7HUNmGFTMf07XtNIS9ZqiBRF0wqpi1gy0_IT0uBGf12LVg_HpT8Jk6-QN690lsO-gAcCcWGFYCqwZoL6tNCkhH1De3N/w206-h258/reflectiion.jpg" width="206" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Photo by Louis from <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-holding-mirror-2460534/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels." target="_blank">Pexels</a></span></div><div><br /></div>Hello,<span color="windowtext"> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">7 days till Christmas folks! </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">As my previous blogpost indicated, now that<span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> the holiday season is officially here, I see this as an opportunity to do some self-reflection. Below are topics that I wish to share with you -- my readers.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="color: #c00000;">December 4<sup>th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><a href="http://marialoves2write.blogspot.com/2020/12/december-4th-days-of-self-reflection.html"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">What does the holiday season mean to me?</span></a><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 11</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><a href="http://marialoves2write.blogspot.com/2020/12/december-11th-days-of-self-reflection.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">What is the driving force in my writer's life?</span></a></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: #c00000;">December 18<sup>th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i>In what area/s do I need to improve self-discipline?<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">This year I have really struggled with writing. In fact, I found inventive ways to avoid writing altogether: my car's trunk is a mess, I seriously need to re-arrange it, and my bathroom, well I just got it remodeled, surely I need to find the most perfect bathroom accessories, and what about my dear friend in Colorado, for pete's sake, I haven't talked to her in over a month, must call her tonight. Argh..so many excuses!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">So, in what area do I need to improve self-discipline? In the 'butt in chair' routine. The 'butt in chair' metaphor fits perfectly for writers, because that's all we need to do, just sit and write, period. So, my friends, in 2021, I need to ignore impulses to clean, wipe, mop, and reorganize, and just turn on my laptop and write.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">On side note, I also plan to post my 2021 reading goals on Goodreads: 12 books in 2021.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 25</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i>What do I wish for today?<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">Feel free to share your thoughts :)</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">Happy holidays!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18pt;">Maria</span></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-18519456107072971132020-12-11T15:00:00.015-08:002020-12-16T17:51:09.633-08:00December 11th -- Days of Self-Reflection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wEksXJLp308EJgqxZoYUhq6eB6KKV4CgbMk47gHHefnci8WRC7HUNmGFTMf07XtNIS9ZqiBRF0wqpi1gy0_IT0uBGf12LVg_HpT8Jk6-QN690lsO-gAcCcWGFYCqwZoL6tNCkhH1De3N/s1600/reflectiion.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1280" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wEksXJLp308EJgqxZoYUhq6eB6KKV4CgbMk47gHHefnci8WRC7HUNmGFTMf07XtNIS9ZqiBRF0wqpi1gy0_IT0uBGf12LVg_HpT8Jk6-QN690lsO-gAcCcWGFYCqwZoL6tNCkhH1De3N/w206-h258/reflectiion.jpg" width="206" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Photo by Louis from <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-holding-mirror-2460534/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels." target="_blank">Pexels</a></div><div><br /></div>Hello,<span color="windowtext"> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">Fourteen days till Christmas folks! </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">As my previous blogpost indicated, now that<span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> the holiday season is officially here, I see this as an opportunity to do some self-reflection. Below are topics that I wish to share with you -- my readers.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="color: #c00000;">December 4<sup>th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><a href="http://marialoves2write.blogspot.com/2020/12/december-4th-days-of-self-reflection.html"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">What does the holiday season mean to me?</span></a><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 11</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i>What is the driving force in my writer's life?</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">I remember when I first knew I wanted to be a writer, I was 11 years
old, and I had just read about a dozen of Barbara Cartland's romance novels (my grandmother’s
stash). At the time, I'd fallen in love with the genre and the art of
story writing. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">
</p><p class="MsoNormal">Since the early days of writing, my driving force has been introducing sassy and unique characters into my stories. Not only are unique characters engaging, but they're also fun to write. In fact, it was several years into my writing that my 'driving force' was validated when I began receiving 'fan' mail, what an honor!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">Join me in the next two weeks as I continue the theme of self-reflection, please see below:</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #c00000; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>December 18<sup>th</sup></b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i>In what area/s do I need to improve self-discipline?<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 25</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i>What do I wish for today?<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">Feel free to share your thoughts :)</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">Happy holidays!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18pt;">Maria</span></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-48184765042649480592020-12-04T15:00:00.058-08:002020-12-04T15:00:08.862-08:00December 4th -- Days of Self-Reflection<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wEksXJLp308EJgqxZoYUhq6eB6KKV4CgbMk47gHHefnci8WRC7HUNmGFTMf07XtNIS9ZqiBRF0wqpi1gy0_IT0uBGf12LVg_HpT8Jk6-QN690lsO-gAcCcWGFYCqwZoL6tNCkhH1De3N/s1600/reflectiion.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1280" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wEksXJLp308EJgqxZoYUhq6eB6KKV4CgbMk47gHHefnci8WRC7HUNmGFTMf07XtNIS9ZqiBRF0wqpi1gy0_IT0uBGf12LVg_HpT8Jk6-QN690lsO-gAcCcWGFYCqwZoL6tNCkhH1De3N/w206-h258/reflectiion.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo by Louis from <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-holding-mirror-2460534/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels." target="_blank">Pexels</a></div><div><br /></div>Hello friends,<span color="windowtext"> </span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I can’t believe Christmas is only three
weeks away!</span><span color="windowtext"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Even after this turbulent year of Covid19 I
still think we all have many reasons to rejoice. A vaccine for Coronavirus is
just weeks away from being introduced in the U.S., the weather in New York City
has been mild so far, and well, the lighting of the Rockefeller Plaza Tree went
without a hitch; albeit the celebration was much different than other years.</span><span color="windowtext"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Now that the holiday season is officially
here, I see an opportunity to do a bit of self-reflection and wanted to share
with you – my readers – my thoughts.</span><span color="windowtext"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #c00000; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>December 4<sup>th</sup></b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What does the holiday season mean to me?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">I know this is a cliché statement, but to
me, the holiday season is a magical time and for more reasons than simply
giving and receiving gifts. The holiday season is a magical time because it
seems like we all just hit the pause button to reflect on our blessings. </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">The holiday
season is also a time to think of others and that, for me, includes the less fortunate. Whether you're making a financial contribution, or volunteering at a shelter, or distributing food at a food
pantry (all of which I’ve done in years past) thinking of others is the essence of the holiday season.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">Join me in the next few weeks as I continue
the theme of self-reflection, please see below:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 11</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What is the driving force in my writer's life?</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #c00000; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>December 18<sup>th</sup></b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In what area/s do I need to improve
self-discipline?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="color: #c00000;">December 25</span><sup style="color: #c00000;">th</sup></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What do I wish for today?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span color="windowtext">Feel free to share your thoughts :)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Happy holidays!</p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 18pt;">Maria</span></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-42566718958394926162020-11-01T07:00:00.001-08:002020-11-01T07:00:04.030-08:00The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 7 of 7<p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. Today's installment is the last in this 7-part series.</p><p>Thanks for reading!</p><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/s604/elevator.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="404" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/w132-h197/elevator.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Rex didn’t respond. This was dangerous territory. “I
don’t have a condom.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Rex, honey, I’m past baby-making years, so don’t
worry.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Rex knew that in addition to the threat of unwanted pregnancy,
STDs were also a risk, but at that moment all he wanted to do was fuck her
brains out and bust a nut like no other. Consequences be damned.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Mona raised one foot to the railing, opening herself
to him. With her small hand, she guided his cock to her pussy, urging him to take
her. Rex shoved her thong out of the way and slid his throbbing dick inside
with one violent thrust, stretching her. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Oh”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Is that good?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Yes” Mona breathed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Doesn’t sound too convincing.” Rex drove into her forcefully.
“How about now?” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Yes!”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Mona moved up and down slowly riding him as every inch
of his tool rippled inside her. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Harder!” she cried.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Body slapped against body and time slowed down. Space
closed in and Rex’s mind went blank just as a jolt of electricity coursed
through his body. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Spill your cream inside me” she urged.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Rex shoved further into her than he thought possible. He
uttered a curse and a cry in some primitive language.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">She gasped for air. “Oh God…I’m coming!” She threw her
head back, mouth open, and screamed his name. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">When they had both recovered and redressed Mona suggested,
“When we get the hell off this elevator, how about we retire to my suite and order
in?” She asked wickedly. “You know, pick up where we just left off?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;">
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Rex considered Aimee for an instant and felt slightly
guilty. <i>She’s not much of a girlfriend if
she’s got you suffering, blue balls all!</i> “So,” a sly smile tipped his lips,
“What’s on the menu?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><br />If you would like to learn more about me, please visit <a href="http://mariacox.net/" target="_blank">my website</a> and don't forget to join my <a href="http://mariacox.net/extras.html" target="_blank">newsletter</a>. <div><br /></div>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-90076037128097728962020-10-31T18:26:00.000-07:002020-10-31T18:26:59.530-07:00The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 6 of 7<p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.</p>Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/s604/elevator.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="404" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/w132-h197/elevator.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Mona plastered her body against his and ran her hands up
his chest to join her fingers behind his neck. “How about you let me have that cock
of yours?” Her lips trailed upwards and the tip of her tongue worked a
sensitive spot near his ear.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Girlfriend or not, Rex was no saint, never would be. What
was more, he was horny as shit. So when Mona unzipped his pants, it was all he
could do not to push her against the paneling and shove his dick inside her with
a forceful thrust. Rex held himself in check, kept it cool. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“You really want my cock, don’t you?” His lips brushed
her earlobe and Mona shifted restlessly.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I do,” she said working his buckle loose. “You’re not
married, neither am I—no harm in this.” Her voice was throaty, the timbre low
and sexy; it was the sort of sound that drove a man wild, in and out of bed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">She pushed his boxer-briefs down and grabbed his
hardened staff. Looking at him through a set of lush eyelashes, she moved her
fist up and down it. Seconds later, she was on her knees, her ruby-red painted lips
wrapped around it, sucking its mushroom head. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Open wide.” Rex trembled with anticipation as he
shoved at her.</span><span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Mona submitted, taking his two-inch thick, nine-inch long
dick into her hot, cavernous mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">His fingers threaded into her thick mane and a rush of
heat slammed through his body. The tip of his penis hit the back of her throat
and she gagged, but he offered Mona no relief.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Instead, he thrust his hips forward, each time driving
a little further, a little deeper. Rex kept his eyes open, watching as Mona
continued her feverish ministrations. A blissful orgasm was building. Any
minute now…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Don’t you dare” she shouted, withdrawing her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Rex stopped moving, stopped breathing. “Jesus Mona,
I’m about to come!”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;">
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">She hitched up her skirt. “I want you inside me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;"><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - Part 7 will be posted on Sunday. Thanks for reading!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;"><br /></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-27390091210915241662020-10-30T15:00:00.001-07:002020-10-30T15:00:10.344-07:00The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 5 of 7<p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.</p>Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/s604/elevator.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="404" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/w132-h197/elevator.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Christ she’d been the best lay he’d <i>ever</i> had! Not that he would readily
admit it, no way in hell would he give her that kind of power.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“We screwed like a pair of sex-starved teens,” she interrupted
his thoughts. “No point in being bashful about it now.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I’m far from bashful,” Rex snapped “I’m just trying
to figure out why you keep bringing up the Wichita incident.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Why do you think?” Mona asked scathingly.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Her abrasiveness was wearing him thin. Yes, they were
both stuck in an ancient elevator, and yes, they were both hungry and tired,
but her nasty attitude was unnecessary. “Why are you so irritable?” Rex said is
voice raised in frustration.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Why are you being so stupid?” Mona shot back, venom in
her voice. “I'm divorced and horny. Does that answer your fucking question?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Rex stared at her. She stared back. Their eyes locked
in a battle of wills. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“<i>And</i>?” he answered
derisively. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“<i>And…</i>I
haven’t had a good lay in months,” she admitted, hooking her thumbs in his belt
loops to pull him toward her.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“So, I’m your go-to fuck buddy now?” Rex laughed with
fake heartiness.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Mona seemingly aware of his predicament ran her hand over
the front of his trousers “Why not?” she teased “You seem to be a tad sexually
frustrated yourself.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">In response to her brazen move he grunted. Fixated on
her plump lips he remembered the time his seed coated her heart-shaped mouth
and his dick sprung to life.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Aimee is obviously holding out on you.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Rex didn’t reply.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“So, how long has it been?” she asked caustically. “A
week…two weeks?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">The corners of his mouth twitched.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;">
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“We could both use a release,” she reasoned.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;"><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - Part 6 will be posted on Saturday. Thanks for reading!</p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-34340113977911472502020-10-29T15:00:00.001-07:002020-10-29T15:00:01.460-07:00The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 4 of 7<p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.</p>Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/s604/elevator.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="404" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/w132-h197/elevator.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Rex remained silent.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">He would never admit it to Mona but he and his buddies
had concluded: Aimee was clingy. Unfortunately for him, Aimee was nothing like
the girlfriends he’d had before and not at all like self-assured Mona. Why he
compared Mona and Aimee, Rex wasn’t sure, but he did and often. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Rex followed Mona’s movements as she set her designer
bag and briefcase on the floor. “Wha… what are you doing?” he croaked suddenly.
<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I’m taking off my blazer,” Mona replied. She dumped the
jacket on the pile at her feet. “Do you mind?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><i>I mind very
much!</i><span style="color: windowtext;"> he wanted to shout. He thought
that after their one-time incident his lust for his hot-to-trot boss would diminish.
But their torrid roll in the hay had done nothing except intensify Rex’s desire
for the striking, forty-something-year-old Mona. “Watch you don’t catch cold,”
he mocked not once attempting to look away from her cleavage. “That shirt looks
paper thin.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Aimee was withholding sex and Rex was reduced to
masturbating and that sucked. And now seeing Mona’s short skirt, slutty pumps,
and tits that nearly bounced right out of her tight-fitting blouse every time
she moved, it was all Rex could do to keep his growing erection in check.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I’m not one for false modesty,” she said “Besides you’ve
seen me with much less clothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Right,” he said removing his tie and stuffing it in
his pocket. “I’ve seen you butt naked.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.
Thoughts of their animalistic sex stirred his libido. Fuck…he should have kept
his distance, should have kept Mona’s at arm’s length. He hadn’t. Now he was knee
deep!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Mona nibbled at her bottom lip and regarded him
thoughtfully.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“What we had was drunken sex, Mona. That’s all.” Rex spoke
suddenly. At that moment he needed to convince himself as much.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;">
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">She crossed the short distance that separated them.
“Drunken sex or not” she said standing before him, “It was a ‘good lay’. Those
were your words.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; text-indent: 0.3in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;"><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - Part 5 will be posted on Friday. Thanks for reading!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;"><br /></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-61265397411012861852020-10-28T15:00:00.001-07:002020-10-28T15:00:02.340-07:00The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 3 of 7<p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.</p>Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/s604/elevator.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="404" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/w132-h197/elevator.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">The one-night stand several months back had been more
like an all night <i>fuck fest</i>, Rex recalled.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">That evening after three rounds of drinks at the hotel
bar Rex offered to walk Mona to her suite. And not just because escorting her
was the courteous thing to do, but also for selfish reasons. Mona was flirting all
day and Rex had no doubt that Mona would be up for anything. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Sure as shit minutes after they entered her suite Mona
began to strip. Later inside the hot tub, she lowered her body onto the water opening
her folds to the swirls of water. As the jets circulated and stroked her cunt
she climaxed instantly. When Mona’s sexual torment became too much to bear he
too got naked and joined her. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">It was sheer lust that made Rex yanked Mona towards
him and shoved his cock inside her mouth. In no time she was choking on his stiffened
mass, taking him deep inside her mouth and down her throat. Within minutes powerful,
determined strokes awarded him a satisfying orgasm and as he toppled Rex sprayed
his sticky seed on her lips, chin, and her breasts. He watched with fascination
as her tits glistened and bobbed in the swirl of bubbles. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Sex with Mona Parker had been dirty, nasty, and raw. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I didn’t tell Aimee anything.” Rex said when their
silence grew uncomfortable. “She guessed.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">It was Mona’s turn to glare.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“There’s the watch you gave me as a Christmas gift,” he
said, counting on his fingers, “The picture of us with the CEO in your office, and
the obscene amount of money you paid at the fundraiser for a date with me just
a month back.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Mona shrugged, “So I’m to blame for your girlfriend’s insecurities?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“No,” he answered succinctly. “You’re not.” Rex braced
his arms at his sides. “I’m tired of her jealousy. I don’t need any more problems.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">I think the problems would be there, regardless,” Mona
argued.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“How so?” he challenged.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;">
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Aimee is needy,” Mona answered matter-of-factly.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - Part 4 will be posted on Thursday. Thanks for reading!</p><p><br /></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-52232684287842591752020-10-28T06:56:00.001-07:002020-10-28T06:56:51.430-07:00The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 2 of 7<p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.</p>Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/s604/elevator.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="404" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/w132-h197/elevator.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Mona rested her head against the padded wall and said
nothing. Rex eyed her for a second then moved about the small confine. He
loosened his tie.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Anxious to be off the clock, are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I am,” he said flatly. Aimee’s insistent calls put Rex
on edge or else he would never have suggested avoiding the crowded lobby by
hopping on the freight elevator. “I do have a personal life, you know?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Right, I almost forgot about your paranoid
girlfriend.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Rex glared at her.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I noticed how often your cell phone buzzed,” Mona
explained.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Rex liked his job and the handsome salary. Mona was an
excellent employer, so he didn’t want any misunderstanding to jeopardize career
opportunities. “Aimee and I agreed to talk after the meeting and we ran a half
hour over. She just worries.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“Worries?” Mona echoed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“She gets upset if I don’t call.” He jammed his hands
in his pockets. “Aimee can be a little overbearing.” (Overbearing was a kind
way to describe her.)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“She’s been blowing up your phone for over an hour.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">“I’ve cancelled two of our planned events because I
had to work late.” he said defensively. Rex leaned back against the railing on
the opposite side. “Besides, she’s apprehensive about the undivided attention I
give to this job now that she knows about you and me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 24px; mso-outline-level: 1;">
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="color: windowtext;">Mona’s gaze settled on him. “You told your girlfriend
about our one-night stand?” She huffed, “That was brave of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><br /></p><p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - Part 3 will be posted Wednesday. Thanks for reading!</p><p><br /></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-85716102727420511752020-10-26T15:00:00.014-07:002020-10-26T15:00:01.099-07:00The Elevator Ride >>> a short erotic romance story - Part 1 of 7<p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.</p>Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/s604/elevator.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="404" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjXIajDBvVOo9ERLbHtj614i3pDG2qxmOxyWdThCqWqrd4-tNC9L_7jiiUOHz9TiJHmClkpFty-gKMvU7qqc0WEQSJaVjZnphLOq8l6c0RCt7_HiVkAIncRD-zJWvEZDGBs4oexcmWoDr/w132-h197/elevator.JPG" width="132" /></a></div><p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“I can’t believe we’re stuck in here,” Rex exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Still no cell reception,” Mona studied her phone. “You?”
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Nope.” Rex turned to face her. “This is great!” he shouted
his voice dripped with disgust.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Don’t worry. Someone will come get us.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Don’t worry?” he repeated mockingly. “I don’t think
so. We’ve been stuck here for ten minutes.” Rex banged on the doors. No response.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Relax.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“It’s difficult to relax when we can’t even let the
hotel staff know we’re stuck here.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Rex glanced at Mona. Her eyes were glued to her phone
screen. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“After that dull workshop I sure as hell don’t want is
to be stuck in an elevator.” He raked his fingers through his hair.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Mona quit playing with her mobile phone and looked his
way. “Workshops are part of your job,” resentment colored her voice. “Don’t
forget,” she added, “Hopping on this freight elevator was your stupid idea.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“It was a stupid idea,” he shot back, “but if we
hadn’t worked like dogs these past two days, I wouldn’t have—”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Worked liked dogs?” Mona interrupted, one eyebrow raised.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Yeah,” he plunked a hand on his hip. “We haven’t had a
break since we came here yesterday. We worked through lunch today. I’m
exhausted.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">And pissed</i>, he admitted
silently.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Rex Cruz analyzed his situation. He felt he had every
right to be angry. His boss, Mona Parker, had sprung a last-minute,
out-of-state conference on him and he was forced to cancel his weekend plans with
Aimee.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">Mona leaned against the elevator railing and studied
him. “When I hired you a year ago,” she said, crossing long shapely legs at her
ankles, “I told you the job would be demanding.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span color="windowtext">“Agreed,” he interjected, “but I didn’t expect to be
your on-call personal assistant.”</span></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>The Elevator Rid</i>e - Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. Thanks for reading!</p><p><br /></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-80775960246581799312020-10-25T19:22:00.000-07:002020-10-25T19:22:16.674-07:00Erotic Short Story - 7-part Series >>> 1 Week long<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYUgTv7ONhnq95NBvCTZ_Y9EkBNGMdUVe7K-Yi6VF4NBLXjTcbZGOA6USXPf_qjD1qPY0ps9SwQAMREBcRJNQ3rS5XWaujTFluB2xdcSp6IuAOPKtgThL4b4N1IB4Nx0CcY0T6pS8eG8w/s1195/series.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYUgTv7ONhnq95NBvCTZ_Y9EkBNGMdUVe7K-Yi6VF4NBLXjTcbZGOA6USXPf_qjD1qPY0ps9SwQAMREBcRJNQ3rS5XWaujTFluB2xdcSp6IuAOPKtgThL4b4N1IB4Nx0CcY0T6pS8eG8w/w192-h256/series.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo by <a href="https://www.pexels.com/@ena-marinkovic-1814213?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels">Ena Marinkovic</a> from <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-book-of-poetry-on-a-wooden-table-3700658/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels">Pexels</a></div><br />Friends,<br /><br />Pursuant to an article I read in the October Romance Writers Report (RWR), I decided to re-release a short story - originally published in 2014 - and convert it into a 7-part series. The short story called <i>The Elevator Rid</i>e will be published Monday-Sunday, beginning October 26.<br /><br />Thank you for reading.<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-11952607813523696692020-10-15T13:11:00.002-07:002020-10-15T13:11:13.668-07:00 Is there a difference between the labels Hispanic, Latino, and Spanish?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOuDRvhsNNPTwDE5RG1rF-TwXuqUasGKd_tlhbk0cdZnKX-jqJM-eYayKTJYoPAx0R5MAETM1nEAj33OJDVk3-eH8nSB4I0H_lpvYDvesrY4dN_ys6oSs27__-xIaqj3uGhyJg-vll7_k/s548/hispanic.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="322" data-original-width="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOuDRvhsNNPTwDE5RG1rF-TwXuqUasGKd_tlhbk0cdZnKX-jqJM-eYayKTJYoPAx0R5MAETM1nEAj33OJDVk3-eH8nSB4I0H_lpvYDvesrY4dN_ys6oSs27__-xIaqj3uGhyJg-vll7_k/s320/hispanic.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Picture is from <a href="https://www.mercyhs.com/news/national-hispanic-heritage-month/" target="_blank">Our Lady of Mercy</a> blog</p><p><br /></p><p>To commemorate the final day of National Hispanic Heritage Month, let me share this Good Housekeeping magazine <a href="https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/a33971047/what-is-difference-between-hispanic-latino-spanish/" target="_blank">article</a>.</p><p>Thank you for reading, and please share.</p><p><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></p>Romance, She Wrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381914507188434880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849088443166931405.post-37829458462572705212020-10-10T16:59:00.001-07:002020-10-10T17:02:32.069-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuw3rVqzb-TnLEu7KeLMq3leQIGxPcVVIjk5OLT45XWQ8pDpmtViOelp5yRq-hJepvlEw9EqiwGpPIztGAA6O-NYobqkskSGf80IcbOereBGDz5CweMpbsC5b1I779wEy7zhqsvDu-I41W/s193/blogtour1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="193" data-original-width="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuw3rVqzb-TnLEu7KeLMq3leQIGxPcVVIjk5OLT45XWQ8pDpmtViOelp5yRq-hJepvlEw9EqiwGpPIztGAA6O-NYobqkskSGf80IcbOereBGDz5CweMpbsC5b1I779wEy7zhqsvDu-I41W/s0/blogtour1.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hello friends!</div></div><br />Please join me in participating in this fun-filled blog hop. For your reading pleasure, below is an excerpt of my novelette <i>Captive</i>.<div><br /><p></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">Max gathered her close and quickly
wrapped one strong arm around her. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">She yelped. “What are
you doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">“I’m taking what’s
mine.” His right hand encircled her waist. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">His strong powerful arms
around her felt glorious. He held her as if she were the most precious
artifact. This is how it should always be with them. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">“You’re such a male
chauvinist.” She teased.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">“I think you like it</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">,” Max said with a sly smile. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">Max</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">’s hands
skimmed down her lower back. His eyelids lowered to slits over his enlarged, dark, lust-filled pupils. In a brazen move,
she slipped her hand and cupped him. A hissing sound emitted from him. This proved
to her that Max was just as affected by her as she was by him. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">With his body, he guided her until she was up against his desk. “Your scent,”
he whispered, “I know that aroma well.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">With a slight tilt of his head, Max
brushed his lips against hers once… twice. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">Her eyes fluttered closed as his
tongue dipped inside her mouth. She perched her hips on the desk and several books and folders crashed onto the floor.
Neither one flinched. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">He urged, “Lift your
leg.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="normal" style="border: none; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">“I thought you’d never
ask</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 200%;">,” she said.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
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Most young adults (under the age of 35) are very familiar with this pop culture reference. The middle-aged person I am, of course, I didn’t know what the terminology meant until two years ago, yes, I’m so over the hill. </div>
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Wikipedia explains:<br />
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"Netflix and chill" is an Internet slang term used as a euphemism for sexual activity, either as part of a romantic partnership or as casual sex or as a groupie invitation. <br />
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What I’m I getting at? <br />
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The pandemic has changed every aspect of our lives and that includes, sex and dating. You may imagine that in today’s environment the Netflix and chill situation may not fare safe if it ever was considered safe. <br />
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Recently, an email circulated among friends provided guidelines for safe sex in the age of Coronavirus. At first, I chuckled at the mention of self-pleasure, but really, self-pleasure is the safest sex around. <br />
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As a public service announcement, please see below a few links. The information will allow you to draw your conclusions about sexual activity in today’s environment. <br />
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<a href="https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/mar/25/can-i-have-sex-coronavirus-expert-advice-kissing-dating">Can I have sex?</a> <br />
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<a href="https://www1.nyc.gov/assets/doh/downloads/pdf/imm/covid-sex-guidance.pdf">Sex and Coronavirus-NYC guidelines</a> <br />
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<a href="https://nypost.com/2020/03/25/the-dos-and-donts-of-having-sex-during-the-coronavirus-crisis/">The Do’s and Don’ts</a> <br />
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Friends, whatever you do, please stay safe. #stayhomesavelives <br />
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "monotype corsiva"; font-size: 24px;">Maria</span></div>
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