Dare to Dream

by Rose Maru

Overview

Pregnancy, Motherhood, Marriage? You can't keep a sexy woman down. At least not down to being a "good" woman, by basic moral definition. Good? Hell yeah she's good... and ready to do it again. (Well, in a moment, after we catch our breath, stop panting, and let that throbbin' little bobbin' calm down just a little. Then, yup, we're good to go. Again. - Damn, being a woman can be...)

A new group of women contribute their thoughts, feelings, dreams, desires - and even fears -
to little HSDD (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder) me to help them work out the details through our shared time together getting it all into print. Now to share it with you, my intrepid reader, to enjoy experiencing the fun and frolic with us. (And, maybe for the lucky few having big enough lady balls, to write me themselves to see their own creations written up in a future installment in this "Dare to..." series.

This time around there's a cool - but hot - hike through the forest with exciting, gut twisting turns and thrills as a pair of sisters prove moms are hot, and not just because they know all about bareback riding (and being ridden), but go all out to prove themselves while away from their husbands, gathering photographic proof along the way.

Recollections of the past and growing into sexual beings, sometimes against their better judgement - sometimes completely ignoring any obvious thought, judgement, or morality. One through a slumber party where sleeping was obviously never going to happen. The other getting a real college education while rooming with a bisexual exhibitionist.

Then there's the crash-and-burn, never-say-die wife willing to do whatever it takes to make her husband happy and beg his forgiveness when she admits she was wron... uh, "Not completely right."

Plus lots more adventures and experiences... and even a bonus section where the author herself finally spills the beans and graphically (and photographically) detail what it's really like to take your clothes off for someone that's not your husband - boyfriend - significant other... and let them tell you what to do, how to do it, and... hold it... open those knees just a little wider... and take a picture of it all. A proof sheet by proof sheet strip down memory lane. I mean "trip." *Trip* down memory lane. Although that other one was pretty honest, too.

(The contributed stories in this collection include: Woody, Drink It, Passion of Kristy, Super-Boob Sunday, Cutter, When It Matters Most, Girls' Getaway, Tick the Box, Pregnancy Paradigm, and that illustrated bonus bit, TFP: Time For Prints.)

Product Details

BN ID:	2940164866181
Publisher:	Rose Maru
Publication date:	04/01/2021
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

Born a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... no, wait, that wasn't me, but sometimes it certainly seems like it.

Before getting into all the fun details, I want to clear the air of a rather large aspect of my writing because it has a huge impact on my work: I have HSDS (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome). In fact, if it weren't for my HSDS, I wouldn't be here and you wouldn't be there reading this - my previously unpublished writings were explorations into kick-starting my, ahem, 'motor.' I tried to explore anything that might cause a little tingle below, even ideas and concepts my thinking brain refused to hear. Creating an alter-ego in my stories allowed me to safely penetrate the veil of non-existence - I was forced to think about sexy thoughts and situations.

I wrote for years covering a wide range of topics, my husband providing a large number of seedlings from which to grow my stories (HSDS... what do you expect? Much to my dismay, what I learned to expect was very raunchy pillow-talk. Much to his dismay, he learned to expect me to leap from bed saying, "Oh! That is so good, I've got to write it down!"). It turns out, writing romantic erotica usually wasn't doing it for me. I gave up on it for a period of time - in essence, I gave up trying to help myself, as well.

Then my significant's bright idea: if it didn't help me, maybe it would help someone else. I was back to writing again, or more correctly, preparing my work for release unto an unsuspecting public (I have now officially absolved myself from any evil that befalls you after reading my books - it's all his fault). So I dredged up my folder of rough and unpolished stories - damn, I wrote this much? No wonder I wasn't having sex, I was busy writing about it. (Fib alert: so not true it's not funny. Not the 'not having sex' part, but the lack of bedroom action wasn't really due to my writing.)

An odd thing happened, though, as I was rereading my material and editing it. I felt a little something that I hadn't experienced in a long time. I actually felt a little tingle from down below. That soft little call, while editing some stories, started to get a little louder - still very quiet, but it was most certainly there where it hadn't been for decades. I gave in to the siren call almost immediately - surprised the hell out of my husband (thank goodness it wasn't the UPS guy at the door during those moments). Complete, spontaneous, due-to-my-doing rumpy-bumpy. Holy humper, Batman, I'm fixed!

I wish. It disappeared again, just as easily slipping back into my 'normal abnormal' routine of never thinking about it within hours. Back to editing. Being the patient sort, I allowed myself to edit a whole three paragraphs before anguish sets in, "It's not working! Ah! I'm broken forever!" Luckily, I have a never say die attitude (Fib alert: ... no, wait, this isn't my stories where I have to include a 'truth' section - let me have my freaking moment), and said, "Piss on it, I'm still going to release my work. I've come this far."

And so it went - although much to my joy (and my hubby's) - every so often, I'd find myself showing such obvious responses to passages, it was apparent to even an HSDS girl - and we'd make joy (sometimes several times) to the situation. I wasn't fixed, but at least I had a crutch.

Which leaves me editing my old material, exploring new, and tormenting you with it - where I hope it does you some good, too. If it can't make you happy that way, I hope it'll at least provide you a little laugh the other way - especially since I do provide a 'Truth and Consequences' side to all my stories at the end of each book where I detail the nitty-gritty and harsh reality of every piece. This allows everyone's inner voyeur to be released because my HSDS does a great job of preventing me from grasping 'TMI,' so I tend to spill my guts back there in my books.

As for my bio (side note: doesn't that make it an 'auto-bio?'), I'm a cute, twenty-one year-old (Fib Alert! Oh my Lord! If you're writing fantasy-fiction, at least make it believable!) - crap, okay, fine, I'm old enough to probably be your sister - from a second marriage - so we're not blood related, which means you don't have to get all weirded out about reading sex stuff about me) - and I live in the Pacific Northwest where I am still happily married to my first husband (very funny - he edits my other fibs so I have to tell the truth, but leaves the happily married one)... at least until he reads the final published product where I changed the truth section in every book back to being brutally honest contrary to his corrections.

And, yes, that is me on the cover of all my books, but I'm not spilling the beans here, you have to read the book.