<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20135238</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:24:05.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Next Door Texas - Questions Answered</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089321631509189938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/grlnxtdoortx/gndtxprof-2a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20135238.post-4807538076759103619</id><published>2007-08-07T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:48:01.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on "The Curiosity"</title><content type='html'>This was my first attempt at "girl on girl" erotica. And having no experience in this area; I did the best I could. To say I have been "fascinated" with the idea of actually being with another woman would be a mis-statement. To say it holds a level of interest and curiosity is a much more factual reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many women willing to have a lesbian experience? Why aren't more young men open to this encounter? What drives women to pursue this? What pushes men from this encounter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a fascinating subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the inspiration goes, a certain reader asked that I write this, and yes, she is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many younger women are put off by the rough experiential nature of a heterosexual relationship and in trying to discover their sexuality they want to experience the compassion and security another woman can provide. I also think this is temporary. They like the gratification of the experience but choose not to participate in the lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar scenario exists in the black male community known as "the down low" where black men engage in anal sex, but deny the gay lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pictures were the inspiration for this story and they are provided below. I hope you enjoyed the story. Please feel free to suggest any other scenario or story you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNDTX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RrhwknXkbJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WxzBaEJLkmU/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RrhwknXkbJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WxzBaEJLkmU/s320/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095946752715156626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RrhwqHXkbKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2EyQXyvfh3g/s1600-h/2redheadsshavedpussy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RrhwqHXkbKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2EyQXyvfh3g/s320/2redheadsshavedpussy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095946847204437154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20135238-4807538076759103619?l=grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4807538076759103619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20135238&amp;postID=4807538076759103619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/4807538076759103619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/4807538076759103619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/2007/08/notes-on-curiosity.html' title='Notes on &quot;The Curiosity&quot;'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089321631509189938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/grlnxtdoortx/gndtxprof-2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RrhwknXkbJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WxzBaEJLkmU/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20135238.post-1145098084829054211</id><published>2007-06-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:48:02.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on "The Pool"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RnKQNt0IJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4N1CbjpLFQ/s1600-h/the-pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RnKQNt0IJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4N1CbjpLFQ/s320/the-pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076278295310902594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Pool" has an interesting history behind it. I have never been a big fan of water sex. It's difficult for me. Many women I talk to love it. I just can't get into it. The water distracts me. I do love the feeling of taking off a wet bathing suit especially in the summer. Being undressed from one is HOT HOT HOT! Or rather cold! The feeling of the cold air around wet skin is very arousing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a friend invited me to her daughter's swimming lesson. We were going to dinner after so I thought it would be fun to go along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine a more fun job than being a lifeguard if you enjoy water and sun. My friend's daughter's teacher was an attractive younger woman. What am I saying? They are all young, they are all hot little college or high school ladies with perfect bodies! Back to what I was saying ... the swim instructor really caught my attention. After the lessons she stopped by to fill my friend in on the student's progress and that's when I noticed her beautiful blue eyes. And she was so sweet and kind. I couldn't think of a better character inspiration for this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't think of a better setting to end a long drought of story writing. The male character is purely fiction although I hear now many younger women are "going geek". I guess smart and nice are back in style again. Maybe chivalry isn't dead. I hope not. If you are wondering who the young woman is I've posted, well that's the swim instructor. I really wish her eye color had been more prominent in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20135238-1145098084829054211?l=grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/feeds/1145098084829054211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20135238&amp;postID=1145098084829054211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/1145098084829054211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/1145098084829054211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/2007/06/notes-on-pool.html' title='Notes on &quot;The Pool&quot;'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089321631509189938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/grlnxtdoortx/gndtxprof-2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_t284kkno8/RnKQNt0IJUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4N1CbjpLFQ/s72-c/the-pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20135238.post-116784621803201279</id><published>2007-01-03T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:16:41.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on "The Argument"</title><content type='html'>"The Argument" was an experiment to see if I could bring two dissatisfied people together. I believe it's more of a comedy than a tragedy in the classical sense. Both technically and figuratively. The main characters are struggling with growing out of physical sex and into emotional maturity. They're growing up in a sense after years if foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see if the characters could work themselves out of their rut. How would they respond? The hardest character was "her". She was difficult to relate to. Many women would not have stayed with him or antagonized him that way unless there was an unequal balance of power. But she wasn't strong herself and familiarity kept her where she was. He rescued her from her life, but wounded her at the same time. Then like drug addicts they shot up together with endorphins. Sad and misguided, but getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why he didn't leave? I think he felt something worth staying for, but empty. He was searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a word I wanted this story to be "hard".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20135238-116784621803201279?l=grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/feeds/116784621803201279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20135238&amp;postID=116784621803201279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/116784621803201279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/116784621803201279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/2007/01/notes-on-argument.html' title='Notes on &quot;The Argument&quot;'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089321631509189938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/grlnxtdoortx/gndtxprof-2a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20135238.post-113535506268851159</id><published>2005-12-23T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:01:30.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Might Want To Ask</title><content type='html'>Why erotica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like to write and this just seems to be a genre I do well. I wish I could write other genre's but this is where my muse lives. Uggghhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you really like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would surprise you. Obviously I write using a pen name. I go to church, I'm involved ( I won't divulge the circumstances or level of committment ) I work a regular job and I'm pretty conservative. This is just a place I go to let my mind wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you, you know, read these and well "please yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha! Funny you ask, I might on occasion, but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these autobiographical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Well like a lot of writers of fiction, there are points of a story that do tend to have a basis in fact. If I reveal those you won't come back. So, "Yes," and "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is lots of music referenced in these posts, does music turn you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Everyone has their buttons. Men like pictures, women like words. We all like our imaginations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20135238-113535506268851159?l=grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/feeds/113535506268851159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20135238&amp;postID=113535506268851159' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/113535506268851159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20135238/posts/default/113535506268851159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grlnextdoortxfaq.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-you-might-want-to-ask.html' title='What You Might Want To Ask'/><author><name>Girl Next Door</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10089321631509189938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/grlnxtdoortx/gndtxprof-2a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
