The year that was 2015 Food & Music

For the main review, please refer back to my main blog www.judithloewe.blogspot.com.

Here are my fave food indulgences that helped me get through 2015 with less craziness - ok ok fewer meltdown episodes and I don't mean the melted by the sun weather.

1. Gelato/Sorbet/Ice Cream - Rum and Raisin and Pistachio/Lime Sorbet

2. Caramel Frappe - this is my go to for those mornings when I feel like bashing someone, so that's why I subject myself to pure sugar Starbucks style LOL

For the coffee snobs, try this video LOL

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/d240b5ebec/coffee-snobs?short_id=652h&_cc=__d___&_ccid=xvsymr.o084n6 

3. JL's healthy fruit and veg wrap - For the days I need to detox - like the last 3 days or so - sleep deprivation etc. 

Toasting to the year that was 2015!

                                                                                                                                                                   

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Looking forward to you joining me for some holiday fun!

Exclusive Preview: Excerpt from Christmas Special

Aftermath of The Affair

The following is a sequel to deepemerald’s The Affair, an erotic couplings story which should frankly be in the loving wives genre. The cliff-hanger conclusion earned deepemerald quite a bit of flak and eventually a follow up was not pursued. Again, the story had me in knots and the following story is a response.

Thanks to my early readers whose suggestions were great and I’ve tried to incorporate as many as possible. The time sequence for the storyline is as follows:

Christmas Past Terry discovers Julia's affair and has to find a way to cope with it, a band of brothers is formed

Christmas Last - Terry reveals his knowledge of Julia's affair, confrontation ensues and payback is launched
Christmas Present - The Bs are burnt and Terry needs to decide some things, how it all ends after vengeance is had

 And before anyone asks, yes, I’m playing a joke vis-à-vis Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Heck, his novels tortured me as a kid and this is my payback :)
A note of caution: There is the possibility of reconciliation, so all averse to reconciliation in LW, please stop reading or rather, don’t start reading, why torture yourself? Everyone else, read on, gulping eggnog simultaneously is optional.


Chapter 1

It happened upon a midnight clear

Christmas Present

Terry sat quietly in the chair next to the fireplace as he sipped the mulled wine he'd ladled after putting the children to bed. His youngest, Chris, had been the most reluctant to retire considering it was really only his second Christmas ever.

It had been a trying year for the couple and the family. They were still in counselling and were still trying to come to terms with the events of the last year that had rocked their family to its very foundations.

Julia stood observing her husband from the entrance of the entertainment room. She shivered as she recalled the events of the last year that started with the words Terry had whispered in her ear regarding his knowledge of her affair with Dan Sullivan and the chain of events that followed. Where she had once taken Terry's quiet manner for mildness and saw no harm possible in him, she now knew better than to mistake his attitude for weakness. The hope that everything could go back to what it was before the affair was what kept her sane through the year that had been. Curious how it had been that the very boring, routine life that had driven her to seek excitement in the arms of another man and to prove her own attractiveness, was now the very thing she wanted more than anything else restored to her. The routine, monotony and obligation which she had been desperate to escape, she now wanted more desperately than ever

I guess you never really appreciate what you have till you lose it.

Her mind chastised itself. The irony was bitter and acerbic.


Terry was silent as Julia sat herself down on the chair next to his and reached over to hold his hand in hers. Her inability to read him after all the years of assuming he was an open book, boring but predictable, made her uncertain and anxious.

That anxiety made her blurt out the question without preamble.

"Is there still a future for us?"

Terry gazed steadily into the fire, his expression unreadable as he recalled the same question posed (to him) by his wife a year ago in pretty much the same spot.

Read more soon!

The Dinner Part 2

"Don't test something too often my dear, it might just wear out the resistance one day."

Charlie seemed to calm down a little but stared at me with an unreadable expression.

Fingering my nipple in a deliberately slow manner, he seemed to be looking to take control of the situation. 

"So I should wear down your resistance," he murmured as he nipped at my ear,trailing down my neck.  

I knew I was weakening and had to try to wrestle control away from Charlie. He had to be taught a lesson in a way that would put a stop to his nonsense once and for all.



"As long as you can't get it in your head that I'm not going to screw around with your friends, you're not getting anything from me."


It took quite a bit of determination to pull away from Charlie at that point in time. I told myself that it would be the price to pay for saving our relationship. I guess he was too stunned to react when I pushed him to the door with his jacket in his hands and his shirt and trousers undone.

I left him standing at the door and turned to pull my clothes together. "No damn it!" was what I heard before I found myself slammed against the wall. I could barely turn my head to the side and ask, " Charlie, what the hell..." before he roughly tore off our clothes and was pressing me into the wall. My nipples were hurting and I could feel the rough texture of the wall leaving marks all across my front.

His cock was rubbing across my slick slit as he lifted me onto my toes and began kissing the back of my neck.

Damn, he knew all the spots that always got me hot.

"Stop," I gasped weakly even as I felt my pussy flood with liquid desire.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?"

I could hear the smug smile floating in his voice. My traitorous body had began moving against his. Whimpers were coming out of my mouth as his cock began humping against my labia and clit.

"God, stop teasing me!" I snapped while kept his cock teasingly out of reach of my hungry pussy. I tried to push back against him but he always stayed out of reach just slightly.

I was so frustrated I almost growled. Placing his hands against the wall on either side of me. he trapped me against the wall and his chest and his cock wedged up against my wet folds but not in me.

"You want me?" He whispered against my ear. I nodded in frustration. His low husky laugh made me angrier.

"Then say it. Say you are mine. "

I resisted but he wore me down as he continued rubbing against me. My resistance crumbled and I yelled,"I'm yours alright?"

We both yelled when he thrust roughly into me , it was animalistic coupling. We both knew we couldn't last long. So neither of us was too surprised when we climaxed together minutes later and were barely able to stay upright against the wall.

"You're mine," he said quietly. I'll kill you and whoever the guy is who takes you away." He nipped my shoulder and we both slumped to the floor .

Responses and The Dinner

Here are my last responses to all the comments on BTB Forum: Founder's Story

Amused and bemused that my fascination with Dumas obsession was so obvious, the dream of reading Dumas in the original French version was a driving force behind my attempts to improve my command of the language. Wasn't sure if readers noticed the archetype, mdoern and diminished but still there!


and Airbag Thanksgiving Absolution

Thoughts on Selena

 A) Selena's seduction of Ian was accomplished through her getting him drunk. He didn't even remember the incident . Melissa is no angel but heck, at least she seduced him while he had his senses with him. He was an active participant. Selena's seduction would in other circumstances be substance date rape. She may not be as manipulative as Melissa but she ain't no innocent.

B) She moved into Ian's bed the day after Melissa dies. Ok, putting aside the fact that Melissa was her sister, what heroine/decent lady does that? Not sure if this is what was meant as devoted friend and wife. Frankly, her keeping quiet about Ian's deed is a bit disturbing and I found myself wondering if she meant for it to be a lever. And the fact that she burnt part of Melissa's diary but kept using the information in the other parts to make Ian happy in bed just reinforces the gloating tone of her last words in the original.

I think SS06 left enough room for doubt about Selena's character - a glimpse into her fears and motives for keeping the secrets she kept comes in the part of the original where she acknowledged that she would have lost to Melissa again if Ian had read the diary. It is implied that for all the hurt in the marriage and Ian's professed feelings for her, Ian still loved Melissa.

In a story where none of the characters are shining innocents, I chose this alternative perspective of characters because I wanted to tell an alternative form of the story and I accept whatever feedback there is.


On humour and pleasing the majority

 it's not meant to be a horror/gory/slasher flick story but you would think in a category where the cheating wife is meant to be punished unto death, it'd be a horror story just to have her come back don't you ⌒.⌒

Frankly, I'm not posting to win awards or points, just want to write my own version of stories or my own stories. So while feedback is always welcome, I'm never going to play the impossible game - pleasing everybody or at least the majority.



And if you've patiently read this far, here's a tiny reward, a vignette : The Dinner Part 1

I glared at Vincent's best friend. When he failed to stop, I said slowly and deliberately, "If you don't stop pushing your foot against my thighs, I will make sure your balls hurt like hell for the next month or so."

That immediately wiped that smug grin off his face, looking a little shamefaced and lost, Vincent looked towards Charles. Charlie tried for a straight face but failed miserably. The moment he burst out laughing, I realised what was going on. 

The bastard had arranged all of this!

Picking up my glass of ice-cold water, I held it in my hand while looking at my distrusting asshole of a boyfriend. He had his hands up in surrender while flashing that disarming smile that had let him get away with all his antics over the years. 

"Now, darling, let's not get hasty..."

I smiled, drank the water and left the restaurant. Charlie was stuck paying the bill while I got into a cab that pulled up just as he and Vincent reached the entrance of the restaurant. Neither of them were intelligible as the cab sped past though I could guess what they were trying to say. 

I was about to slam my front door shut when he stuck his foot in the gap. I'd continued shutting it despite his foot and I grinned on the inside as I saw that grimace cross his face, when he realised I was going to continue pushing that door close. With the strength that helped him hold out against bigger opponents in his MMA match ups, Charlie pushed the door open, grabbed me as I stumbled backwards and was kissing me before I could get a word out.     

Deftly maneuvering his foot, Charlie nudged the door close while still holding my lips captive. When he thought he'd managed to mollify me, he started kissing down my neck, murmuring, "Darling... it .. was...just..a silly..test.."

"I .. was sure... you'd pass..."

The rage flared up in me again. I realised he didn't seem to see what the problem was. Since discussion was never going to get through to him, I decided a head job was going to have to do the job.

I kissed him hungrily, biting down on his lower lip. He groaned as my hands molded around his pants, feeling his hard length through the layers of cloth that separated heated skin. 

His lips drew closer to my breasts and as his hands made short work of my dress and bra, his hot mouth drew a hardening nipple into its hot wet interior.

Our arms tangled as I freed him from his pants and the confines of his boxers and his hands worked on my swelling lips. I could feel his excitement and even the thrumming that echoed his heartbeat. While I knew I'd feel the ache of unfulfilled desire later, Charlie had to be taught a lesson. As his teeth and lips worked magic over my nipple, I pushed his head into my chest while pushing him forward towards the door. 

"Uhn, yes," I gasped. "Yesssss... Vincent.. that's right.. right there."

Charlie had pulled back in shock, staring at me while I rode his fingers with my eyes closed and his best friends' names on my lips.

"Mmm, yes, Pete, oh yes, harder." I moaned while running my hands and nails across his hard length.  

Charlie yanked his hands away from me as if he were touching hot coals.

"You bitch! You're screwing around on me with my friends?!"

"Well, isn't that your fantasy? Why else would you test me time and again? You know the saying don't you? Be careful what you wish for."

I wasn't wishing for anything," he bellowed 

"I just wanted to prove that you'd never betray me." He said that in a much softer voice as if he realised how dumb his idea sounded. 

Sighing, I put one hand on his cheek and said, "Haven't you ever thought of the danger? What if one day one of our pals decides to take advantage and fool me into thinking that you're setting up another test and gets me all fired up and into a vulnerable position? What do you think will happen? If he forces me or he's too strong or I give in thinking it's another one of your stupid games or test?"

His eyes had widened and were filled with uncertainty and anger.

Catch the second part later this week!