single and okay

When I was 23 and single, no one ever asked questions. They never wondered why I didn't I have a boyfriend. They didn't ask if I ever get lonely. They never inquired whether I wanted to get married.

Now I am 30 and single, and it's a different story. They want to fix me up with their friends. They ask if I will ever settle down. They want to know why I'm single.

I don't have a reason. I'm not one of those confirmed bachelorettes. I don't hate men. I was in a relationship, and now I'm not. I'm not looking for another relationship, but I'm not avoiding one either. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, well I shall deal with it then. What's the rush? Am I damaged goods once I hit my 30s? Do I have to hurry up and snag a man before it's too late?

I see my friends who have started families, and I'm happy for them. Sometimes I envy them; sometimes I'm glad I'm solo. Now that I'm older, I know what it means to wait for the "right one." I don't know if I believe in a soulmate. I just know that I need to find someone who is right for me. Until then, I'm enjoying my life as it is.

flat belly

Self-pic, 2005

I think I took this for "Flat Belly Friday"...a concept created by Ty, ex-blogger and supahbadass/writer. I'm not sure how this came about. Every friday he posted pics of flat bellies of fellow bloggers, friends, and lurkers. Every week he asked for pictures, and every week he received them. The cropped, anonymous shots were hot in an intriguing way. It made you wonder which blogger was sending in her belly pics.

I confess one of those bloggers was me. I sent him quite a few pics, and he used them all. I'm not sure why I started sending them in. I guess it was my part of my exhibitionist side coming out. It was always the comfort of being semi-anonymous. He knew who I was, and I suppose he could have told his friends. Yet, there was nothing that connected me to the random pics.

My FBF pics were bolder than my pics for Half Nekkid Thursday. My initial HNT pics were mild: a shot of my bicep or my stomach. The boldest pic I ever took was a frontal shot of me in a bra. Now HNT is more like full nekkid, and it's been a while since I participated. I don't want to knock the hnt-ers. I just know it's not for me.

On the other hand, I miss the mystery of Flat Belly Friday. It was a fun experience.

"what do you do for a living?"

What I say vs. What it means

"I write content for various websites" = You can't handle the truth! I don't know you very well, and let's keep it that way.

"I write sexy romances" = I think you might be a closet romance reader. Please buy my book.

"I write erotic romance" = I think you might be curious enough to read my work. I don't write porn, I swear.

"I write porn and fetish fiction" = I think you're a prude, and I just want to push your buttons.

"I write porn" = I'm drunk, and I don't give a fuck what you think about me.

"I write smut and erotica" = You're cool. I think you can handle the truth and not judge me.

lazy saturday

I had a really good Saturday. I met up with a friend and made some new ones. Writing is a lonely occupation, and I've always been a people person. Today was fun because I haven't been going out on weekends. I usually go through two extremes. Some weekends I'll party like a rock star; some weekends I'll be at home in my pajamas.

What does a smut writer normally do on weekends? I don't know about anyone else, but my weekends are usually laid-back. I do the usual things like hanging out with friends, going out to eat, or going shopping. I rarely hit the clubs anymore. Some nights are reserved for big events like all-night parties or pub crawls. I can't party like I used to, but sometimes I still give it a good effort.

Some people may think that smut writers have exciting lifestyles filled with wild parties. If I tell an acquaintance that I write smut, that person's eyes go wide and they say, oh, REALLY?! I can see the gears turning in their head. I know that they're imagining me on the sidelines of a porn set or at a swinger's party. I know because I've received these types of questions. Maybe it's something about me that exudes KINK. Naaah, I don't think so.

Of course the reality is more mundane. My typical Saturday is a cycle of eating, writing, working out, and talking with friends. My weekends aren't filled with adventures, but that's the way I like them.

let's change things up, ok?

I've decided that this blog has become too boring. Maybe it has been boring from day one. Therefore, I've decided to change things up a bit. I'm not just talking about changing colors on a template (even though that's a part of it).

For the past few years, I've gone through different blogspots addresses, and I've blogged on and off for a few years. Through my blogs, I've met a lot of cool people and made great friends. I talked about family, career, relationships, and life in general. I changed my blog name as often as I changed my template. No matter what my blog name was, it was still me: raw, open, and uncensored. I took a break from the blog life, and I miss it sometimes.

One day I decided to start a blog for Kis Lee, my smut-writing persona. (That's right...Kis Lee is not my real name) All of a sudden I had this "author's blog," and I didn't know what to do with it. Is it a marketing and promotional tool? Should I appeal to romance readers, porn fans, or the general public? Should I write about sex or keep things tame?

I admit that so far my blog has sucked. Boring with a capital blah. I thought that putting the name "author's blog" on something meant it had to be something that focused on the writer's life. This blog is still on the new side, and the posts don't have any substance. They're bland like tofu. I like tofu, but I wouldn't want tofu all the time.

From now on, I am going to update this blog more often. I will update it with real posts. Sometimes I'll talk about mundane, random things. Sometimes I'll post snippets of what I'm writing. Sometimes I'll pimp my works. Sometimes it will go from PG-13 to NC-17. Regardless of subject, this will be my personal blog. If you're expecting a happy-go-lucky, romance writer's blog, you'll be disappointed. I write smut for a living, and you're welcome to come along for the ride.

short and spicy

For Adults Only

Morning

The first thing we do in the morning is fuck. I’m on my side, and he’s spooning me. I feel him just starting to wake up. I’m halfway between sleep and consciousness. He presses himself against my ass. Well, hello there.

His hands become more insistent. He tugs my pajama bottoms down and rubs against me. Soon my pants and underwear are in a crumpled heap on the floor. He pulls down his own shorts. We don’t even bother to take off our shirts. We tangle under the covers, my legs curled between his.

I part my thighs for him, and he slowly enters me. He moves in slow motion, a little bit at a time until he’s completely inside me. We find our beat, and soon I’m grinding against him. From this angle, I feel more of him. Sometimes it’s too much, and sometimes it’s just enough. I love our morning quickies.

Don’t get me wrong. I love a slow fuck. (I’m too much of a cynic to call it “lovemaking.”) I love the tenderness of a long, leisurely, afternoon fuck: the soft pecks to the nape of my neck, the caresses over my sensitive nipples, the gentle touches that keep me wet and ready. I love the wildness of a late night, drunk fuck: the hot, wet kisses that never end, the dirty talk about imagined thirds and surreal orgies, the twist and turn of sweaty limbs as we try to create a new position that no one has ever tried.

In the morning, we don’t need slow, gentle touches. We don’t need foreplay. We don’t need whispers and polite commands: touch me here, will you suck me there? In the morning, it’s just raw fucking: spread your legs, get on top, arch your back, I want you from behind.

I love the roughness of a morning fuck: the way his hands grip my hips so tight that I feel his fingerprints, the ease with which he flips me into his favorite positions, the way he pulls my ass higher so he can penetrate me deeper, the sounds of hips slapping together in a steady staccato. Afterwards we collapse in a sweaty heap, still entwined between the sheets. A nice, hard fuck can be the perfect way to start the day.
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Erotic Authors Association

I'm a proud new member of the Erotic Author's Association. With over 300 members, the EAA is an organization for writers of erotic literature and erotica that was founded in 2000.

If you write erotica, note that their next membership period opens in April.

Review from Coffee Time Romance

Rating: 4 Cups from Coffee Time Romance

I adore stories that contain hot sex scenes between three people, as long as at least two of the three are men. This book, Complications, completely satisfies my requirements for an excellent erotic tale. I have not read any of Ms. Lee’s other books, but I will now be looking for them. I will definitely remember Andy and Skye for some time to come.

Read the entire review HERE

SAF + SWM

No, I'm not soliciting a date....

SAF + SWM is the name of my new article, now online at Sex-kitten.net

While randomly surfing the net, I came across a blog post addressing the trend of white men dating Asian women. The author wanted to know why so many white men date Asian women. Why do some Asian women date only white men? Do these Asian women hate their culture so much that they won't give Asian men a chance? The post caught my attention, because it was directed at women like me.

Read the entire article HERE

Review of Complications

3.5 kisses from Two Lips Review:

Complications has snappy dialogue and hot intimacy, both m/f and m/m/f ménage. Skye and Jeremy are fairly well drawn characters, although the secondary characters of Andy and Sean are not so clearly illustrated. I found the plot a little slow-paced. However, Kis Lee delivers a worthwhile and unexpected ending.

Read the entire review HERE