http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica en-us N/A authortracyames@gmail.com Sun, 19 May 2013 07:56:56 CDT 20 Tracy Ames false false yes http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/916/Business-Before-Pleasure-Six-is-now-Available.html Hey folks!

Yes indeed I'm still alive and writing again. Yay! Be on the lookout for story updates.

Anyway, this post isn't about me.

Business Before Pleasure part six by R.W. Shannon is now available. Stop by and let her know what you think.

Cheers!






]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/916/Business-Before-Pleasure-Six-is-now-Available.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/914/Familiar-and-Familial.html My uncle passed away Oct. 18th, eight years to the day his daughter died, so I’m in Cali with my enormous maternal family.

People say that once you leave home you can never return, being that our experiences after leaving have buffered us about with such force that our round shape no longer fits into the square hole of our past.

Bollocks.

When we return home, we create a wrinkle in the time-space continuum and immediately confront our past and present selves, while the faces have aged somewhat and the number of children inexplicably multiplied, everything and nothing have changed.

I believe this is why during times of adversity and grief we cling to the familiar and familial.

We gather and weather the storm. We laugh and overeat but this doesn’t detract from the gravitas of the occasion - it’s how we cope – which explains why the mood shifts the moment the hearse arrives.

My big mash-up of a family was no different. All smiles faded with a brisk rush of emotion as if our true purpose was suddenly evident.

I held up pretty well until the very end of the service, and then the dam broke triggering a domino effect with my aunt, mom, cousins, and the like in hot pursuit. I couldn’t hold it inside anymore, my iron spine bent.

Afterwards, we invited everyone back to my aunt’s house for dinner. There was more laughter, kids running about, the retelling of stories (most horribly embarrassing), and an ungodly amount of food and picture taking.

Oddly, this wrinkle in the time-space continuum when we’re simultaneously our present and former selves for a few precious moments in the company of our loved ones sustained us. Our roots don’t hold us captive; they’re our anchors so blown about by every gust of wind. But where dark storm clouds roll in and we find ourselves going under, our roots are a safe harbor, our connection to the familiar and familial.






]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/914/Familiar-and-Familial.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/913/Here-We-Go.html Just a note:

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Persistent attempts will result in permanent exclusion from the site – i.e. denied access to IRE.net.

My site. My rules. End of story.




On a lighter note, I have picked up my pen again. Inspiration struck between pharmacy visits. Yay! :-D





]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/913/Here-We-Go.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/911/Healing-and-Moving-On.html Sorry I haven’t been posting as often as I should. My life sucks right now. No, seriously. It sucks. My Grandma is unwell and my uncle has been given an expiration date.

Though I’m damn good at pouring my heart out to you guys, I don’t wanna flood the site with the emo ranting which would undoubtedly happen if I opened the floodgates.

And then there’s my stupid habit of putting others before myself which is fine under normal circumstances. But now, when need time to heal my heart from recent events and ready it for the inevitable, I have to push everyone away and that’s not easy for me.

On a lighter note, BC and Isaac are officially in school. They’re both in the same class and BC has already gotten into his first fight. Well, it wasn’t so much a fight as altercation. Some little boy did/said something then pushed BC. BC then took off his Wellie and clocked the kid with it and, even under the threat of getting paddled, refused to apologize. In his words, “I’m sorry for being loud, but I’m not sorry for hitting him.”

Of course, this is our fault. We taught him the proper way to apologize. Grand sweeping apologies aren’t acceptable because they lack thought and sincerity. He has to explain why he's doing it and accept the punishment if he doesn't. So when the teacher called because BC dug his heels in on a sticking point, we weren’t surprised. BC and his teacher adore one another - they send each other little notes and flowers - but at that point she could’ve threatened him with death and he wouldn't have cared.

Long story short: he was paddled, he was embarrassed for upsetting the teacher, we had the kid over that following Saturday, now they’re friends. Neither of them nor Isaac, my abnormally articulate nephew, can explain why their argument became physical. BC is calm and cool so for him to hit someone* or act out in any way, it must have been pretty bad.

I guess it was a case of ‘this shit just got real!’



*We don't even play fight in our house. Sparring with non-lethal intent, yes. Play fight, no.




]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/911/Healing-and-Moving-On.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/909/UPDATE-The-Lions-Pride19-is-Available.html Hiya folks!

The Lion's Pride: 19 is available. Stop by and let Olga know what you think.

Cheers!


*OLGA UPDATE Sept. 9th*
Hello All! just wanted to let you know that I going tweak this chapter a bit. I must have been delirious when I pressed "send" on this one because I'm not sure I'm pleased with its flow and the typos are driving me crazy. So if you check back on it and you see some slight changes-your eyes are not playing tricks on you. I just want to make some minor changes so that when I read this chapter again, I won't want to throw my laptop out of the window any more than usual.









]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/909/UPDATE-The-Lions-Pride19-is-Available.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/908/Throwing-Shade.html Yesterday, my sister in-law and I went to a street market where she mistook a bourdaloue, a genteel urinary receptacle women would slip beneath their dresses to relieve themselves, for a gravy boat.

Look at them. It’s an easy mistake, right?

 

Anyway, an hour into our fantastic voyage, she came bounding towards me, clenching her booty and beaming with pride. I took the lovely piece of crockery from her grasp until she resumed proper brain function and explained how she haggled and stuck it to the man. Roooaarrr!

Seeing her all empowered broke my heart, but I had to tell her the truth: her beloved gravy boat, the one she’d fought for, was in fact a portable piss pot.

A few false starts later, I took her to a coffee stand since copious amounts of caffeine is a cure-all and seemed a good a place as any to throw shade.



She got a little pouty when I broke the news but her Ames’ stoicism dashed any threat of a public display of emotion. After the disappointment faded, we laughed about it and agreed that if the family insists on stuffy, formal holiday gatherings, her piss pot is going on the table!

A Bourdaloue


A Gravy Boat




]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/908/Throwing-Shade.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/907/The-Layover-by-Michelle-Jefferson-is-Available.html Hey folks,

"The Layover" by Michelle is now available. Check it out and let her know what you think.
 










]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/907/The-Layover-by-Michelle-Jefferson-is-Available.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/906/The-Universe-Hates-Me.html We went to Boston and all I came back with was a low grade fever. I’m not sure what happened but I feel like twice baked shit.

The weekend began normal if not a bit boring. Somewhere between Friday’s father/daughter ball and Sunday’s family brunch, I picked up something.

At least the kids are well. I’m the only one sick. To be perfectly honest, my spine is on fire. I told 50Mil this might be the end. He wasn’t amused.

Anyway, I’d like to introduce Kelley to the IRE family. Kelley is a newbie and she’d love your feedback. Her first submission is “The Warrior”. Please stop by and let her know what you think.








]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/906/The-Universe-Hates-Me.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/905/Happy-4th.html Happy 4th of July!

My initial plan was to write a patriotic ode to our nation’s independence however, after a chat with my sister in-law, a glass of wine, and a couple of Benadryl things went in an entirely different direction.

This year I’ve decided to honor (objectify) a man who exemplifies all that’s great about our fine country and who has singlehandedly destroyed more ovaries than John Holmes.

That’s right. America’s weapon of mass seduction: Christopher Robert "Chris" Evans. Remember his name because you'll be screaming it once he flashes those pearly whites.



One is easily distracted by his physical majesty. But it’s his carefree bravado coupled with his talent and heavy doses of self-deprecating dorkiness, and insecurity* that makes him irresistible. How he gets through the day without crumbling under the weight of his own perfection defies logic.

Did I mention his smooth, sultry singing voice? Where some singers capture your heart, Chris reaches into the nether regions of your soul and makes love to you. In fact, his voice should be classified as the UNF because he’s mastered the art of simultaneously caressing your ears and your genitals.



Oohhh the body! I don’t know where to start. This man oozes sex appeal. He looks like the kinda person who’d sweep you off your feet, toss you around the bed mercilessly, and then pleasure you from head to toe. And I bet he’s into some kinky stuff. Luckily, he comes equipped for action. Observe his shoulder to waist ratio, that’s baby making material. Thank goodness Marvel threw in a slow motion booty shot. His ass deserves the Oscar for best cameo.



Have you seen his chest and arms? He can crush me with his cudgels any day. And those lips were made for kissing. I love the way they look when he says fondue. Seriously, could they be any hotter?! Since we’re talking about his mouth, how about that adorable sharky grin. That thing could cure cancer, end world hungry, and bring peace to the Middle East in an afternoon. Its abilities are limitless.

 

Let's talk about his wells of blue-grey-ish sexiness...aka his eyes. I wouldn't break eye contact so it's probably best we never meet, but I'm sure he's accustomed to women peering mindlessly at him. However, staring at him is risky business - he's been known to melt a room full of panties with a bat of his thick lashes and a puppy dog expression.

 

Bottom line, Chris is a pinch of naughty and nice which in my opinion epitomizes America. We have internal issues and we’re often obliged to project an image in stark contrast to reality. But people still wanna kick it with us and we’re also the first to extend a helping hand to those in need even when that means staying long after the cameras have stopped rolling and cleaning up someone else’s mess. Have a safe holiday.




* He’s socially awkward and doesn’t handle public attention very well. As a result, he suffers frequent panic attacks before appearances and prefers his real friends to the industry types.




Jane, I hope I did you proud. :)




]]> no@spam.com (Tracy Ames) http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/905/Happy-4th.html http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/blogs/904/Party-Time-Cancelled.html Due to rain, BC’s birthday party is officially cancelled. I can hear your sighs of disappointment.

We planned an Avengers backyard BBQ with games and a maze from bales of hay. These kids love mazes. The bigger the better, and this year the guys outdid themselves. The maze is about 700-750 sqf. What the hell am I going to do with all this hay?

Anyway, BC was really looking forward to his party until the stupid rain ruined everything.

I thought he'd be broken up but he wasn't. He put on his costume and bounced around the house while Zora tracked down a Chuck E. Cheese they’ll allow them to wear their outfits.

All settled, right?

Wrong!

BC decided he doesn’t want all twenty-five kids to tag along – only Isaac and his little girl friend. The other kids, he said, can come over another time.

This boy is an old soul.








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