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The Wanderer

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2014
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What was there to do, she pondered. Seven hours until I’m outta here. Not much to do, okay, not really anything to do, except sustenance. She did need to eat. Dying phone (plus no physical map either, fucking present), what’s a girl to do? Remember a previous time in this city, but of course.

It’d been a year, yeah, things change. She found it though, she fucking found it! Her yummy Mexican eatery. Overwhelming arrival? YES! Last year they had mentioned switching to a sports bar theme, but she didn’t know if that’d really go over. It totally did, like gangbusters, in fact.

She asked the hostess if she could get grub at the bar. After a yes, she made her way there. Fuck waiting on a table for one. Fuck that for sure.

What awaited her? A super “IMPORTANT” national sports event. Yeah, not her style. Looking back, it’d seem more calculated than it really was, but she scoped out the bar. She spotted “kindred” souls but it was a flock, a flock of dudes, not her style. She was more like a guy, go for the unencumbered one. Plus, he was hot.

A bit of chattering (not quite flirting, though), but it seemed there was a viable specimen. Cute and willing to chat. Don’t be too eager with food, her inner monologue instructed, that comes off poorly for women, stupid double standards.

Eventually, she got her grub on. More importantly, she was able to chat up the hot, single dude at the bar, conveniently seated directly to her right.

After a few brewskis, hours of a sport she just could not get into and some light flirting, she made a move and it fucking worked. SCORE!!!

They “hung” for a few hours. It was nice, it was sweet, it was sexy. She had no regrets. It was a nice time. That can be an anomaly in times like that.

“Pack my bags and mount my horse
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Spend all my money on absolutely nothing
Need no man to pay for anything”-Imani Coppola-Legend Of A Cowgirl

“I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care”-Dion

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3.5 out of 5

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Early this year I caught the first Sex Tape trailer. I knew from the moment I started watching that I had to see it upon release. It seems like it’s taken forever to come out. Okay, that’s probably just me.

Sex Tape is about a married couple (Cameron Diaz and Jason Segel) who make a sex tape to spice things up. In these tech heavy times though things like this tend to get out quickly.

Let’s get the looks thing out of the way. This is a movie (albeit a comedy) with nudity and simulated sex so it’s not like I’m going to ignore what they look like. The last time we saw Cameron Diaz and Jason Segel together was in the hilariously awesome Bad Teacher. At that time I was super hot for Segel. Since then he’s gone super extreme with losing weight. His drawn face combined with his receding hairline is a bummer. Good news for Diaz fans though, she’s lookin’ good. I just watched her in The Other Woman, in which she was sporting some bad collagen and I’m guessing other plastic surgery don’t s. She’s looking much more natural here. And yes you do get to see her strut around in her undies, so for everyone who enjoyed that scene in Charlie’s Angels you’re in for a treat.

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So, plot? It wasn’t quite what I thought it’d be. The flick opens with Diaz narrating for her mommy blog. Eek. Okay, I have read some, but this didn’t take my fancy. One subplot is that she’s trying to sell her blog to some big corporation headed by Rob Lowe. I did enjoy the Lowe scenes. At first he just seems to be doing his overly nice Parks and Recreation character but later it gets weird and fun.

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Segel is somewhere up the line of the radio DJ hierarchy, which I am not familiar enough with to completely explain to you. Seems like a decent, fun job though. Between his job, her blog and MAINLY, their two children, they never have time to get busy. We know that it hasn’t always been like this since we do get a fun flashback of all of their early boning times back in college. I kind of think Diaz almost pulls off looking college age with her young do.

The movie starts out strained. I suppose it’s since that’s how they are feeling but it’s not so fun, aside from the screwing montage. Eventually (okay, it’s not even a long movie, but I’m impatient), we get to the night that they get down to business.

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After many funny, failed attempts at getting busy, Segel even says “it’s like we forgot how to have sex”, (even his kissing technique seems to need a lot of work in this scene). Diaz finally gets a great idea! Making their own porn, of course. This is super easy since Segel always has a surplus of iPads due to his hazy job. I did enjoy their preparation, tequila and a vague porn plot, doing the entire Joy of Sex.

The rest of the movie is pretty what you’d expect from the commercials. They run around trying to stop others from seeing their sex tape and end up getting into some fairly funny hi jinx. Rob Corddry and Ellie Kemper (both of whom I’m big fans of) costar as their married couple friends. Neither gets that much to do but both are amusing, as usual. I was surprised by some tech stuff in the flick but I don’t want to give it away. There’s also an awesome cameo.

I must admit that I am biased when it comes to this movie. I could picture something like this happening to me in my 40s. There’s even stuff I happen to be familiar with in the movie-3 hour sex sessions, a super long jelly dildo (I didn’t know any better) and YouPorn. So yeah, I’m kind of the target audience here.

Despite that fact it didn’t blow me away. I did enjoy it and it might be funnier on a second viewing but I’m not sure. I’d recommend seeing it during a cheap matinee or waiting for it to hit VOD and DVD.

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5 out of 5

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Tear You Apart
by Megan Hart
published by Harlequin MIRA
release date: August 27, 2013
provided by NetGalley

Tear You Apart excerpt

I was recently able to read a digital copy of this new book by Megan Hart and I was truly blown away. I went into it without knowing much of anything about the story. The author states that this is not a love story. I had no idea. I was prepared for just another romance novel. (which don’t get me wrong, I quite enjoy). However this book is something else entirely.

The story is about a middle aged woman in a lackluster marriage. She meets an incredibly sexy photographer by happenstance. What proceeds is an affair that screams realistic. Everything isn’t always wonderful. There’s steamy sex, of course. However there is also doubt, guilt and loneliness. The main character is imperfect. Plus she’s incredibly relate-able, even for someone like me (not at all a suburbia mom).

The vastness between the main characters’ joy with one another compared to their frequent unhappiness and uneasiness is simply amazing.

I highly recommend this novel. No, it’s not just another romance. It’s not conventional and it’s incredibly well written.

Megan Hart
via the author’s personal Facebook

For more on Megan Hart check out her official site and twitter.


You can order Tear You Apart here on Amazon.

Check out this engaging excerpt from the book, available on the author’s site:

He’s standing outside the restaurant smoking, not looking my way, and I do imagine myself walking away without speaking to him, leaving him standing there for an hour, or for forever, waiting? Hell, yeah. Do I imagine myself running across the street and leaping into his arms to babymonkey cling to him like a fucking barnacle?

Oh. Yes…

He opens the door for me, and the solicitous hand at the small of my back as he lets me go in front of him should not make my knees weak. We take a booth near the back, in the shadows. It’s curved, which means I slide in first, but I put my purse on the seat between us so he can’t sit too close.

We order drinks. We order food. We make small talk that sounds like pebbles rattling in a pie-pan. At first, Will is animated and effusive, but as he watches me pick at my salad and give him brief answers without smiles, he sits back in the booth.

“If you don’t want to be here,” he says, “maybe you should just fucking go.”

My fork shakes a little against the edge of the plate before I set it down very, very carefully. I wipe my fingers on my napkin. Then my mouth. I put my hands on the edge of the table, fingertips just barely touching the smooth, polished wood. And I say…nothing.

He shifts in his seat with a frown. “That’s it? I get the silent treatment?”

“I’m being careful with what I say, that’s all. I want to make sure nothing comes out that I can’t take back.”

“Maybe you should just say whatever you think,” Will says with a sneer. “You think I can’t handle it?”

My fingers slip on the smooth wood. “I don’t want you to handle it. I don’t want to say anything I’ll regret, that’s all.”

“If you’re pissed at me, you should just say so.”

“Should I be?” I press my lips together and rub my tongue slowly on the inside of my teeth to keep my voice low.

“Are you?”…

“I would never just stop talking to you,” I tell him, whispering only so I don’t scream. “I would never just disappear like that. That was a shitty thing to do to me, Will.”

“I was busy,” he begins, and I’ve had enough.

I need to get out of this booth, and now. But the other side is blocked by a tray of food waiting to be served and the only way out is past him. “Move.”

He doesn’t, even as I’m grabbing up my purse and sliding along the smooth vinyl toward him. I bump against him. “Move!”

He won’t. I don’t want to cause a scene. And sitting this close, I can feel his thigh on mine. I can feel the heat coming off him. When he slides a hand between my legs beneath the cover of the table, all I can do is let him.

“Everyone’s busy,” I tell him.

His fingers press, press, press. “My ex went out of town. I had my kid. I was busy, Elisabeth.”

To anyone looking at us, we simply appear to be deep in conversation. There’s enough distance between us, the angle is just right to hide the fact he’s inching up my skirt to get inside my panties. At the last minute, I clamp my thighs shut, trapping his hand before he can.

“Then you should’ve told me.”

There’s more to it than that. I can see it in his face. He twists his wrist a little, but I don’t give him even a quarter of an inch.

“I told you —”

“Bullshit.” I lean a little closer when the waiter passes by, lowering my voice to keep it from attracting attention. The heat of his hand against my bare skin is beginning to burn. “It’s an excuse, and a shitty one. You think I wouldn’t understand if you told me you had to take care of your kid? You think I’d be some kind of bitch about it?”

Steadily, he works his hand a little higher. His knuckles brush my panties before he twists again to press my clit. I do not move except for the rise and fall of my shoulders when I take a breath. My muscles ache from the effort of keeping him away. When I relax the tiniest bit, he takes advantage, pressing harder. Twisting so infinitesimally that nobody would be able to tell.

He can’t see the golden stars beginning to creep into the edges of my vision, but I’m sure he must see something in my eyes, because his hand moves just a little faster. His pupils are so wide open his eyes have gone dark. His tongue slips out to touch the center of his bottom lip.

“I don’t owe you anything,” Will says, but low and under his breath.

I do not want to let him see how good he’s making me feel, because I don’t want to be feeling it. But when I put my hand over his, it’s not to push it away. I grip his wrist tight, holding him closer.

“Yes,” I tell him. “You do.”

I am close, so close, but not going over. The waiter shows up then with a dessert tray, and I pull away. I shake my head at the pies and cakes and decline a box for my leftovers as I slide toward the other end of the booth, now cleared by the busboy who took away the tray of dirty dishes. I assure the waiter everything was fine, though I can see by the way he eyes my plate that he takes my uneaten food as a personal affront. I get out of the booth and push past him and out of the restaurant to the New York City street outside, and I breathe in exhaust and heat and the scent of puke and piss, and I blink away the last flutters of gold Will’s touch gave me.

I’m halfway back to the gallery when he catches up to me. He falls into step beside me without saying anything. He follows me through the door I don’t bother to hold open for him, and down the hall past Naveen’s blessedly empty office and into my own. Then, when I whirl on him to tell him to get the fuck out, he shuts my door. The lock clicks.

We sweep my desk clean. Paperclips scatter. Then he’s inside me, and nothing else matters but this.

After, his forehead pressed to mine and the taste of his sweat on my lips, Will says, “I was ignoring you on purpose.”

I cup his face in my hands and kiss him. “I know you were.”…

“You’re my kryptonite. I don’t know why.” My words are muffled against his neck. I can’t stop myself from nibbling, just a little, and I can’t stop myself from telling him the truth. “But if you don’t want to talk to me anymore…if you don’t want to see me…”…

Then I kiss him, kiss him, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.

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also a part of the “Boys” series

She showed up barely buzzed, with a bag of fun. Barely buzzed suited neither of them so she helped herself to his tequila. He drank tequila instead of rum, to differentiate himself from Hunter S. Thompson. She could neither imagine him reading nor writing.

Idle chit chat and flirtation ensued until they were plastered. They fooled around, eager hands and mouths slipping this way and that.

Knowing much about one another was unnecessary. Both were into BDSM. He even owned a spreader bar for Christ sake. Booze and BDSM, that was all they needed to know.

They staggered to the bedroom, bag in hand. She whipped out her newly purchased black, nylon ropes and handed them over, only slightly fearful, mostly excited.

He pushed her to the floor. Her wrists were subserviently bound behind her. The remainder of the rope was wound repeatedly up and down her body, mostly interestingly between her legs, over her pussy.

What was he doing? She hoped he’d slam himself roughly into her. Instead his lanky body loomed over her and he mouthfucked her.

At first she was disappointed that the trussing up was culminating in a bj. Though she didn’t blame him, they were sparse in their arrangement. As she squirmed this way and that, her clit was pleasantly abrased by the rope.

After a while he freed her and dragged her to the bed. They fucked under a red bulb, The Doors blaring, until they came.

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