I’m wearing a sheer red caftan with nothing on underneath in photos featured previously here and on Instagram. There are hints of what lies beneath. But per social media guidelines, the photos are cropped, shot from a discreet angle, or fabric is gathered just so. Now imagine none of that. I’ve always responded best to suggestion rather than graphic depiction, hence my fascination with and love of pre-Code Hollywood, Hitchcock’s films and so on. Don’t spell out the gore for me, and only hint at the romantic encounter. Like they say, the brain is the best sex organ. Some folks, like me, prefer something left to the imagination for their own imaginative conjuring. I respect that, but for those who are perhaps too tired after a long day’s work to be bothered with imagining, there’s the alternative — Series III features me wearing the sheer red caftan but will leave little to the imagination. So what’s it gonna be?
As with previous series, each run is ten patrons or two weeks, whichever comes first. Series I lasted the two weeks, Series II lasted six days. Before I sell to anyone, they must be fully vetted and approved. There’s a link in my profile that explains this. Go to my blog, select French Postcards from the menu, and read. Then email me at the email listed. You can get vetted at any time. I recommend doing so before a series posts, as by the time I can get to confirmation it may be too late.
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town”
Once I recovered from my initial indignation after I realized my memory lapse regarding Shakespearean sexual slang and repartee, I started thinking about how my error inspired some rather sweet erotic writing. Like all writing there’s good and bad, but Shakespeare’s sauciness really does lend itself rather well to the genre, and I may have to reconsider. I’ve always wanted to have a radio show and with the advent and ease of podcasts, it could be rather fun to offer an erotic story hour subscription, reading contributions sent in by listeners. Just a little Monday morning brainstorming.
I’ve sometimes wondered what I’m doing on Instagram and I’ve realized I like thinking of it as French Postcards. We’ve already sent a few uncensored sets to patrons this week, and have decided that each run will be limited to 10 patrons or two weeks, whichever comes first. The longest each edition will be available for is two weeks. Then they’re going…going…gone — and it’s on to the next set — kinda like limited edition baseball cards or…French Postcards! See the link above.
All this being said, I’m delighted that many men are actually reading my writing and I am thanking you all for that. I’m also thanking you for the reminder that I really do need to revisit my Shakespeare if I’m going to be referencing him in any way. But alas, my brushing up on Shakespeare will most likely be on the other side of never.
Today is an R and R — recovering after yesterday’s massive shop at Trader Joe’s, and resting in an ice bath to stay cool. Heatwaves are here to stay and I am not a fan — stay cool, eat ice pops and drink plenty of fluids!