I think it’s pretty interesting– the way Bondage has become the new Vampire in the pop-culture-writing community. And if you combine Twilight (Vampire) FanFic with Bondage, you get… a contract worth Gazillions! A WINNER! Or possibly a big Wiener.
I tried my hand at menage and spent so much time giggling I could not bring myself to write another.
Yeah, there is nothing new under the sun.
Me? Well, my husband tried to get me to pose for a photo with my sexy eggplant… He wanted me to wear fake fangs and a dog collar and chain, you know, to make sure we covered all our bases. Vampire, oral sex with vegetables, bondage…
Hubby, holding up the eggplant: ”Why don’t we sell this on E-bay as a sex toy?”
Me: ”I may have to kill you.”
Hubby: ”I can take a photo of you giving the eggplant oral sex.”
Me: ”There’s no ‘may’ about it. I will have to kill you.”
Right. As if I want that posted all over the internet. My children would never forgive me.
By the way, he’s eggplant Parmesan now– the eggplant, not my husband. He swelled to an enormous size– the eggplant, not my husband. I couldn’t cut him up– the eggplant, not my husband, so hubby did it.
I suppose one could say the eggplant did end up in my mouth after all.
Oh god, that’s gross!
Last summer I grew one eggplant just because the color was so deep and wonderful. And then I used it in a casserole with Italian turkey sausage. Sigh. Now I see what I was missing.
I’ll never look at eggplant the same way…
Marylin – heheheheh….
Hahahahaha…your hubby is too funny.
ROFL! I’m glad the eggplant met a noble end as Parmesan (one of my favorite dishes). And your hubby is hilarious!
Eggplant porn! It’s going to be the next hot trendy topic. Forget BDSM. Forget sparkly vampires. You’ve got a winner (wiener) on your hands!
My garden was taken over by morning glory vines. In fact, the morning glory vines are covering half of the veggie garden and part of my magnolia tree. It’s starting to look like little shop of horrors. Oops!
Such a dirty mind! Your Husband, not the eggplant!
You have the bondage leather on hand for photographic purposes? Or any purposes?
I’m seconding Steph’s comments. Where DID you get the bondage stuff? There’s a side of you I’ve never seen.
Never mind. Of course I wouldn’t have seen it.
Do you all know how many extra dog collars we have lying around this house? Jake alone owns four. We still have Louie’s saved and our golden retriever’s – Rosie’s! Plenty-o-dog collars! Now the chains are actually a belt…
There’s a story, Penny – the morning glory takes over the world!
He is pretty funny, Casey and Amber.
I can see you have to stay on your toes to stay ahead of your husband. Good luck.
I do indeed, Stephanie!
You need to be careful about expressing lustful thoughts in front of the vegetables, the poor things are highly impressionable.
Technically isn’t the eggplant a nightshade and some sort of twisted fruit? Go ahead and be kinky in the garden.
XXOO Kat
Oh I know, Kat. Veggies are quite sensitive.
Mmm, eggplant parmesan sounds yummy. I had fun writing my menage, but all in all, I don’t think they’re for me in the long run and I’m soo not into bondage. But I have noticed it’s almost a requirement these days. Oh well, times are a changing. Gotta write something for everyone.
Hey whatever floats your boat..lol
But there are people out there who use veggies as sex toys…
Yes, Savannah, very true! Which is why my husband suggested selling Mr. Eggplant.
Bondage is everything right now, Delilah. Soon it will be something else…
As the ball(s) and chains turn… Glad you enjoyed the eggplant, even if it was x-rated. There will always be some new thing. A lot of people thought it was going to be zombies. I suspect it’s tough to make zombies romantic. Who knows? We may circle back around to vanilla sex behind the bedroom door. I just write whatever comes along in my mind and hope I get paid for it…eventually.
Well, Anny – It’s a good wish, we get paid for whatever we write! And zombies? Only for the horror factor, the ick factor is too high for a good romance.
Goddess, I love eggplant parmesan. Gluten and baked, not fried, fat free mozz. Send that right this way, please!
that should be “gluten free”
There’s got to be contender-porn story in this somewhere…”Fifty Shades of Eggplant” or something…
Definitely Fifty Shades of Eggplant, Marylin.
Sitting in the garden and Ishbel nearly choked on her wine when I read this out to her, wonder if it will work on a second reading ……
OUCH!
Hey Tom, I should have saved the eggplant for you!