I have always loved gardening, but I now live in an apartment complex which makes gardening difficult. I solved that problem by creating a container garden of herbs. I love growing herbs for cooking. As a matter of fact, my husband and I bought a pheasant for today's dinner, and he used rosemary and sage from my garden.
The landlord doesn't mind my placing containers outside our window. We're lucky we live on the ground floor. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to do this.
I am growing sage, rosemary, thyme (earworm time!), tarragon, marjoram, oregano, and basil. I also have a three-foot tall bay plant. Yay, fresh bay leaves! Then there is the lemon tree I grew from a seed from a lemon we bought at the supermarket. Catnip from last year sprouted out of the ground. I'm saving it and drying it for our cats. Mint grows in the ground by the bedroom window. I brought two mint sprigs from my home in Maryland to my home in Massachusetts when I moved here with my husband and son two decades ago. I also grew some jalapeño and poblano peppers and tomatoes. I had a seven-foot tall avocado tree I had grown from a pit like you may have done in grade school, but it finally died this summer. It lived a good life. Sadly, it never bore fruit.
I spent years setting up my private outdoor container garden. I wanted a sanctuary, and now I have one. I bought Adirondack chairs and a small table so we may enjoy the outdoors. Those chairs are on the lawn near our bedroom window. I placed bird feeders outside to attract the wildlife. The birds love the thistle seed and sunflower seeds. So does a chipmunk we've named Dale. I feed Dale seeds and peanuts every morning. He has come to expect it. LOL We originally had three chipmunks I named Chip, Dale, and Goofy after the Disney characters.
Dale is the only one who lasted the entire summer. I think he drove away Chip, who lives under the stairs. At least, I think he still lives under the stairs. I can't tell them apart. LOL Goofy lives across the street so I think he found his own bounty closer to home.
We love watching the birds from our seats by the living room window. I placed a small table and two chairs there. We call it our lanai, which is a term for a similar space or room in Hawaii, where my husband grew up. Thanks to my feeders, we now have chickadees, titmice, goldfinches, woodpeckers, hummingbirds, blue jays, sparrows, and cardinals. Every morning, we enjoy our coffee in our lanai. We watch the birds and we watch Dale shove peanuts in his cheeks and run off with seeds to his lair. Or her lair. I don't know if Dale is male or female.
We are owned by three cats, including two who are blind. The year-old cat Meriwether (who still acts like a kitten) loves to sit in the window and watch the birds and Dale. He really wants to eat them, but he's an indoor cat. Not allowed outside. I don't want to put a dent in the bird and chipmunk population.
Being that it's fall, it's time to fertilize the azaleas in front of the apartment. The apartment complex doesn't tend to the flowering trees and shrubs the way it should, so I took it upon myself to feed the azaleas twice per year. I bought those big railroad stake sized fertilizer stakes, and I'll put them in the ground within the next two weeks or so, certainly before Halloween. Every spring, we get scads of pretty rose-colored blooms. That makes the view outside the living room window simply beautiful. Blooming azaleas, birds galore, chipmunks, and fresh herbs. Doesn't get much better than that.
In about two weeks, I bring in the containers for the winter. The plants wouldn't survive a Massachusetts winter. I have a plant light stand, and I place my plants beneath it. Most of the herbs die but a few last the winter. Come spring, I fertilize the azaleas again and prepare for new herbs. I plant some by seed and I also buy starter plants. This year, I shall turn on the humidifier for the plants. That should help them live. It can be rather dry in the apartment come cold weather. I wait not so patiently for spring when there is snow on the ground. When spring finally appears, I do the happy dance and enjoy the blooming shrubs and trees. I love having my own garden. It's very soothing and relaxing.
Happily Ever After
Twisted Versions of Your Favorite Fairy Tales
Elizabeth Black
Genre: Erotica, Erotic Romance, LGBT
Publisher: Chained Hearts Publishing
Date of Publication: July 23, 2020
ASIN: B08DL1JL96
Number of pages: 205
Word Count: Appx. 65,000 words
Cover Artist: Chris Wallace
Tagline: In this series of twisted fairy tales you'll learn about the steamy encounters the original writers left out. From a gay Pied Piper to Cinderella's Sex Coach and even a wild encounter on a hunt for bigfoot, these stories reveal a wild side of your favorite fairy tale characters.
Book Description:
Acclaimed author Elizabeth Black is back with a collection of steamy retellings of your favorite fairy tales, but beware, not every ending is a happy one! Reinventions of Cinderella, Thumbling, The Three Billy Goats Gruff, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, The Little Mermaid, The Pied Piper, Peter Pan, and The Shoemaker and the Elves round out this remarkable collection.
From a sexually frustrated Cinderella, to a troll with some very dirty riddles, we see fairy tales twisted and the secret sex lives of your favorite fairy tale characters revealed. Who would have guessed that the shoemaker and his wife were into BDSM, or that the fountain of youth could also change your gender?
Well written, carefully crafted, and super steamy, this is the ultimate collection of erotic fairy tales!
Excerpt
– Call of the Piper
"Kiss me
there once more." Henry begged.
"Only if
you let me fuck you again."
"I won't
stop you."
Henry Mountjoy
stretched on his bed as the young man's mouth wrapped around his engorged cock.
He fisted the bed sheets, ready to burst for the second time that afternoon
from the best mouth fucking he'd ever had. As that tongue flicked along his
shaft, Henry arched his back, stirred by the expertise of his lover. Thin
fingers fondled his balls, rolling them around like hacky sacks, and the man
played Henry's cock as if it were a skin flute. Stars burst behind his closed
eyes, and his pulse beat hard in his throat. Every nerve on his body tingled
with excitement.
No one had ever
made love to him with such finesse, certainly none of the village women. No
matter now nubile they appeared they stirred no passion in Henry yet he
pretended to enjoy their ministrations only to keep his father at bay. He'd
enjoyed secret trysts with an occasional butcher and even one veterinarian, but
none had affected him the way this man had. The man who tended to his ache
arrived in the town only three days earlier, but the instant attraction drove
Henry mad until the fellow accosted him in a deserted room in the manor house.
"I want you
inside me again." Henry said.
"Of course,
you do. Turn over."
Fragrant oil
dribbled down his ass, and within moments the man entered him; first just the
tip until Henry adjusted to his girth, and then he slowly slid his entire cock
inside. Henry craved the filled-up sensation from this man whose cock was so
huge it threatened to cleave him in two. Henry had entertained all manner of
pricks, but this man's far surpassed the rest. Not only was he large, he knew
what to do with it. After several swipes at his sweet spot deep inside, the
build-up of arousal overwhelmed Henry, who shot his load all over the clean
cotton sheets. His lover pounded hard, driving that stake home until he came
with a cry. Warm cum dripped down Henry's ass and cooled against his thighs.
The young man rolled off Henry and took him in his arms, two becoming one in
the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Was it
good?" The young man asked.
"What?"
"Your
hearing is terrible. I asked 'Was it good?'"
"Are you
kidding? You're incredible."
He smiled.
"I try."
"So, when
are you going to tell me your name? Even my father doesn't know your name and he
hired you to drive away the rats in town."
"My name
isn't important. You may call me the Pied Piper."
"That's not
a name, that's a title. Aren't you called Lucas or Jeffrey or something more
exotic like Erasmus?"
"No."
"So, what
am I to call you?"
"Call me
'Master'".
About the Author:
Elizabeth Black's erotic fiction has been published by Xcite Books (U. K.), House Of Erotica (U. K.), Cleis Press, Circlet Press, eXtasy Books, Chained Hearts Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Riverdale Avenue Books, Scarlet Magazine (U. K.), and other publishers. She also enjoys writing retellings of classic fairy tales, including her two self-published fairy tales "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" (Puss In Boots) and "Climbing Her Tower" (Rapunzel).
An accomplished essayist, she was the sex columnist for the pop culture e-zine nuts4chic (U. K.). Her articles about sex, erotica, and relationships have appeared in Good Vibrations Magazine, Alternet, CarnalNation, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Novelspot, The Erotic Readers and Writers Association Blog, Sexis Magazine, On The Issues, Sexy Mama Magazine, and Circlet blog.
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