Paz Edwards - erotic romance author

Archive for May, 2010

Saturday, May 29th, 2010
Romancing the Screen: Victor Victoria

Victor Victoria is about a woman with a wonderful soprano voice pretending to be a man who is pretending to be a woman. Got it?

It’s also about a handsome, macho man who falls for someone he thinks is a man (pretending to be a woman). Problem is that he’s not gay and he can’t understand why he’s so attracted to another man. Are you still with me? As a result, this macho man fights his attraction all the way.

The woman (pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman) finds herself attracted to Mr. Macho. Except she can’t afford to fall for a man, when everyone thinks she’s a man.

The entire storyline is funny and trust me, it’s NOT confusing as I’ve probably made it seem. ;-) Do the two get together? Of course, and you can imagine the Alpha male’s relief when Mr. Macho finds out that he’s attracted to and fallen for a woman, not a man. The problem for the two, then, becomes how they can have a normal relationship, especially in public. There are a lot of other funny scenes and the music is fun to listen to.

This 1982 music comedy stars Julie Andrews (one of my fave actresses and singers), James Garner, Robert Preston (two favorite actors, too) and more talented actors.

If you ever come across this romantic comedy on T.V. don’t miss it.

Paz Edwards

Monday, May 17th, 2010
A Quickie: Waiting
 

Waiting for the crosswalk sign to change, she forced herself to keep her feet still and deliberately slowed her breathing.  She gave herself instructions:  Watch the light, but don’t stare at it; drop the shoulders.  There, the picture of calm.  Several seconds passed.  Her fingers began to dance over her purse strap.  She clenched her teeth, looked at her watch and her thoughts drifted towards him.

She couldn’t wait to see him.

When was the light going to change?  She took a step forward and the blare of a car horn sounded as a car warned her not to cross and whizzed past, dangerously close to her.  She took a step backwards.

Glancing around, her eyes glossed over other pedestrians bundled up their winter clothing.  Despite the freezing weather, she was burning up.  It wasn’t because of her favorite warm red coat, hat or her knee high boots.   Instead, mere thoughts of him overheated her body so that she wanted to rip off her clothing.  A flame flickered in her aching pussy, spreading to her needy breasts, and then traveled over her body.

She couldn’t wait to feel his commanding cock inside of her, stretching her, thrusting slowly and deeply into her, then hard and fast until she cried out his name, wrapping the simple vowels and consonants with such exultation that his name sounded almost transcendent and climaxed convulsively, her vaginal muscles grasping, clutching, claiming him, unwilling to let him go … until release overcame her and every part of her body slipped into another dimension, a fluid dimension in which she felt she could float forever.

Clutching the bag hanging on her right shoulder closer to her body, the jar of honey packed inside thumped against her ribs.  She allowed a corner of her mouth to lift at the thought of the honey.  Her eyes narrowed slightly.  The elderly man standing next to her cocked his head as if he wanted to know the secret her expression hinted at.  She wasn’t about to share it with him.  The honey was…

Dear Reader:  What do you think she’ll do with the jar of honey?
 
 Paz Edwards