Month: July 2013

  • Where to Find me

    Other places to find me include:

    rushmorejudd.blogspot.com  (free blog)

    https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Rushmore (some free, some paid stories)

    www.rushmorejudd.com (paid)

    rushmorejudd.tumblr.com (pics not stories)

    Twitter = @RushmoreJudd

    Facebook = Rushmore Judd

    Paid stories can also be found on Kindle, Nook, AllRomance.com, Kobo, and a number of other sites.

    If you want my email and/or Skype please send me a message.  I’ve really enjoyed being part of the Xanga community and want to thank everyone for their support and friendship over the years.

  • Farewell and Thanks

    This is sort of a farewell to Xanga.  Certainly Xanga as we know it but also Xanga as it was.  It was encouragement and positive feedback from many Xangans that led me to begin to publish my stories for a price.  I’m not making a living out of my stories but it’s nice to be able to get paid something for doing work you love. 

    My only regret is that I haven’t blogged much about my personal life or views and I think this has led to a strange circumstance.  I have read many of your blogs and fell that I have become close to many of the other Xangans here but I haven’t always felt the same relationship in return.  There’s a chance that this comes from my insecurity but it is probably more likely a result of my maintaining my erotica persona.

    I want to take a moment to say thanks to a bunch of people many of which are no longer on Xanga.  I miss many of these people and I’m glad to see other Xanga connections developing on Facebook and in posts like this. 

    In no particular order and forgive me for skipping many people.  Airwynn (Tiffany) was so helpful when I first started.  She helped me navigate the idiosyncrasies of Xanga at the time (2007) and was very accepting.  ItsWhatEyeKnow, Elle, Jaime Beck, Sean-HiLaw, DivaJyoti all wrote posts I found facinating. I fell in love with Marica, Days Likethis, la_femme_inconnue, Paige (although we could never discuss politics), ShimmerBodyCream, OLWD, and Lady Kelacy. 

    There were people who came and left but made an impression: dyonesianeyes, nprwrites, DistantShipSmoke, Giant Unicorn, Janeatthelibrary, jacksoncroons, msmae21, ccarothers, sassy_soul_sistah, venice, Just_me, KyohakuMegami, spshellady, and the beautiful Serena Dante.  My favorite Muslims: Saadia, Dr Zsa and the irrepressible fabulousclown.  The people I wished I got to know better: Jenny, Amy, BoulderChristina, thegunslingergirl, suggestivetongue, nyfemme, veronicagrey, saintvi, Sean, and promisesunshine.  The people who entertained me in a special way: anthonyc, carolinamuscle, godfatherofgreenbay, amateurprose, CEC32, and yes, Dan the theologian.  People I wish I knew in real life: Adamswomanback, kells, Erika Steele, Carlos (soltero_alma), and others mentioned elsewhere.

    I enjoyed watching Summer and Jim fall in love in spite of the drama that seemed to surround them.  I have become cybernetically involved with the lives of wyckdstorm, myhomeiswriting, bricker59, Takingoverme, JmeLove_x, and Foodhog.  Lastly thanks to those struggling hard to keep the community alive: the Xanga team, roadlesstaken, edlives, and myxldove.

    Again I apologize to those I left out.  There are others here who have made a difference for me and whose support is appreciated.

  • Rueful

    It started with a kneading.

    Then a caress.  From hands that

    Sensually sense.  Flesh that

    Needed the touch, trembled.

     

    It brought back memories of

    What was left behind.  For

    Good reasons.  Logical reasons

    That made no sense right now.

     

    Only her senses made sense.  Lingering

    Lips closed in where words became lost.

    Stop.  A voice from deep within yelled.

    But never breached her outside aura.

     

    The touching continued unabated. 

    She returned with gripping.  Nails

    Scratching, hair pulling tension.

    Twisting her.  Moving her.

     

    The to and fro of he and she

    Like crashing waves in a shallow cove.

    Swirling together until they locked

    In mindless, thoughtless, senseful instinct.