My Trophy is Here!

What a beauty! I won this amazing award, hand-crafted in Brazil, for my story "Get Up, Stand Up!" which appeared in the Logical Lust e-book and book The Cougar Book, edited by Jolie du Pre.

Thanks to Kristina Lloyd for representing me at the "Night of the Senses" Awards Ceremony. Thanks to Tuppy Owens and the many other folks who made the event a wild and wonderful and weird celebration of S-E-X.

This event supports the charity "Outsiders"

Outsiders is a unique charity which provides:-

• a private and safe club for physically and socially disabled people where they can gain confidence and support each other in their journey enjoy sex and find a partner. The Club is a microcosm of acceptance in a hostile world.

• the Sex and Disability Helpline which is free to callers and people who email from all over the world.globe.

• The Sexual Health and Disability Alliance for health professionals to support each other and learn more about sexuality and disability

• campaigns and projects to improve the personal lives of disabled people and improve their acceptance as sexual partners

Outsiders was founded in 1979 by Dr Tuppy Owens who is also the promoter of The Night of the Senses. It is a registered charity No 283350.

Hurrah for Tuppy and the Outsiders and The Night of the Senses and Kristina Lloyd.

Hurrah for my very own flying penis.

xoxo Mad

Erotic Awards 2011 Story Teller of the Year

Yes folks, Madeline Moore is Storyteller of the year. I just found out so I feel weird. Here's a picture of my trophy.

Hand made in Bali, in case you were wondering how such a delightful thing comes to be. It will look lovely in my trophy case (formerly known as the bookshelf.)

Thank you Erotic Awards 2011 judges! Thank you for representing me, Kristina Lloyd! Thank you Logical Lust publisher Jim Brown and editor Jolie du Pre, for The Cougar Book, in which my story "Get Up! Stand Up!" was published.

I think a taste of the story is in order. It takes place in Quebec. Annie is a physiotherapist who has just convinced a young protester to come down from a tree that will be demolished the next day. Her plan was to get him walking and send him home but the chemistry between them is irresistible. This is near the beginning of the story, when she has just arrived home with a filthy, limping (but legal!) young man:

The story is that when Cher laid eyes on Rob the bagel boy she said, “Have him washed and brought to my tent.” I knew that was what I was doing but I was still pretending my motives were pure.

“Straighten your legs,” I ordered when I was back in the bathroom. “Yum Yum,” sang my body in response to the sight of him stretched out in my tub. “Young, young, yum, yum.” I averted my eyes.

“Can’t. It hurts.”

“Do your best. Now flex your toes. Can you feel it in your calves?”

“Sorta.”

“Do five flex and relax reps. Ready? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Relax.”

“You have a beautiful voice.”

“Merci. Again. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And relax.”

“Will I walk again?”

“Yes.”

“Will I play the piano?”

I laughed. “No.”

“I’m clean now,” he said. “Get in.”

“You think?” I looked at him. His cock waved a solid, friendly hello. The sight of that majestic hard on struck me dumb.

We exchanged a long look. Mine said, “I’m almost fifty, cheri,” and his said, “De rien.”

So I dropped my button-through dress. I was wearing a black satin push up bra and thong (sixty year old men love a thong on any woman’s body, even a perimenopausal one) and lacy stay-ups that were riddled with runs from my trip into the forest.

“Oo la la,” said Guy. His cock got bigger; the head got thicker and started turning purple.

Desire hit my crotch so hard it hurt, like a cramp in my clit.

“I haven’t even touched you,” I whispered. I was awestruck. Honestly I hadn’t seen a cock that big and hard and blatantly horny since I quit trolling the gay porn sites. As for the real thing?
Years, baby.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he said. “And a bootylicious body.” He licked his lips.

I stripped off my bra and panties and stepped into the tub, positioning one foot on each side of his slender boy hips. Then I simply lowered myself onto that magnificent member. I didn’t even spread my labia with my fingers, instead letting the heat-seeking head of his dick shove them aside to find my seriously aching hole.

“Christ,” I muttered as it stretched happily to accommodate him.

Water hit the back of my head and poured over us both.

“Oui,” (Wah) he said. He sighed like an old man, long and slow, and closed his eyes.

I kept mine open, watching the guileless grin that spread across his face as I slipped down another inch onto him, and another, until he was fully inside of me, encased by the hot satin walls of my cunt. My lips and clit nestled in his straight black pubic hair.

He humped up.

I gasped like a girl.

He did it again. Again. Again.

I started trembling all over. Usually I need a little help to make it all the way to euphoria, by which I mean wine as well as foreplay, but not this time. I was about to start howling and even the sight of my belly wrinkling between my navel and my pubic hair didn’t phase me.

“Fuck it,” I hissed. I leaned forward a little, so the head of his cock rubbed my g-spot.

His eyes opened. “Cool,” he said. He cupped my breasts, thumbing my nipples.

“How long can you fuck like this?”

He shrugged. “Forever, if you like.” He humped up again.

I made a strangled little noise.

Guy let his right hand trail down between my breasts, over my belly, to my mound. Again, his touch was gentle. He used his thumb to make lazy little circles around and over my clit. “Or we can come now and then come again later and then come again later and…”

“Uh huh.” I was nodding in slavish agreement. I shifted to a kneel.

Guy guided my head to his. Our mouths met in a sloppy kiss, sloppy because we were eager and the shower made it hard to breathe, not sloppy because he was inexperienced or demanding. He pressed my head to his skinny chest and he fucked and fingered me until I really did start howling and shaking and grinding and coming like I hadn’t had an orgasm in years. I was scared I might squeeze him right out of me with the force of my clenching contractions, but he was as solid as ever inside me.

“Stop!” I tried to wriggle free. “I can’t stand it!”

“Sure you can, cheri,” he murmured. He just kept on going, fingering and fucking me as if I hadn’t just come, until I did it again, as hard and long as the first time.

I lay plastered against his chest, half-delirious with delight. “You come!”

“I did,” he said.

“So quiet,” I marvelled. “And gentle. And patient.”

“I have to be these things,” he replied.

I climbed off him and out of the tub with as much grace as I could muster. Then I helped him out and wrapped him in a bath sheet. We were both a little unsteady.

“Why?”

“Hmm?” He leaned on me. He looked exhausted.

I leaned back. “Why do you have to be quiet and gentle and patient?”

He looked at me with the sad eyes of a weary warrior. “I think it’s going to take a long time to save the planet.”



xoxo Madeline

Eye Candy Monday

There's less than a week to go until the Erotic 2011 Awards will take place. As you may know, I am a finalist in the Awards. After the Awards Ceremony, there'll be what sounds like one helluva party, called Night of the Senses.

This is a charity award, for a group called Outsiders which welcomes people with physical and social disabilities to join their club, make new friends and, if they wish, find partners.

I'm nominated in the "Story Tellers" category. My story, "Get Up! Stand Up!" is in The Cougar Book, edited by Jolie du Pre and published by Logical Lust.

The story is about a perimenopausal woman who talks an environmentalist out of a tree and into her bed. Annie, a physiotherapist, wasn't planning to have sex with him, she just planned to get the poor kid walking again, maybe buy him a burger and a bus ticket home. But -

Annie describes him like so:

Long dark hair, lanky body all scrunched up. A wistful face, as the young so often have, pale, unlined, sharp cheek bones and a soft, sensuous mouth. Big baby blues, baby.

Something like this, I imagine:

Who could resist? Not my heroine, Annie. And so to bed for some red hot never stop fuck me till I die sex.

Keep your fingers crossed for me!

xoxo Madeline Moore

ps - This is a picture of Jesse McCartney, about whom I know nothing except that he's 24 years old and so adorable I wouldn't blame any older woman if she decided, "Screw it I'm gonna fuck this young man." Would you?

Erotic Awards 2011

Yes, "Get Up! Stand Up!" my first foray into the world of e-publishing, is not only in The Cougar Book, which is is a finalist for an EPIC 2011 ebook award,but is also a finalist in the Erotic Awards 2011.


The awards presentation will be followed by a wild and decadent "Night of the Senses" that sounds absolutely incredible.


Sadly I won't be able to attend. Hopefully, should I win, my flying penis will wing its way across the pond and into my waiting arms. I'm lining up my peeps to represent me and working feverishly on a short, sex-positive speech.

This is a charity event in aid of an organization called Outsiders, which works together with other groups to address the isolation faced by many disabled people, and to campaign for the acceptance of disabled people as sexual partners.

Because every adult deserves to have sex, don't you think? Well I sure do and I'm proud of me and my story, win or lose, for being part of something so meaningful and exciting.

Wish me luck! And let's all hope the event is a smashing success!


xoxo Mad

Cougars!

Yes folks, it's cougar time on the ol' web again, and where there are young studs to be discussed, well, there you'll find Madeline Moore.

The occasion? The launch of The Cougar Book, edited by Jolie du Pre and published by Logical Lust.

The date? February 14, 2010,

The happenings so far?

February 9 - An interview with Madeline Moore on Logical Lust. Go right here to read the interview with me, or you can start at the beginning but please - make sure you get to me before you stop commenting!

Please stop by and comment.

February 20, 2010 - Launch party at Jeannie and Jayha

Chat with the authors, including me, and read excerpts from the book.



Don 't make my bathing beauties sad, come join in the fun.

For a chance to win a free copy of The Cougar Book, follow the link. And thanks Jeremy, for letting me know about it.

xoxo Madeline

The painting used in this post is by Robert R. Bliss: "Untitled Pair of Young Men" If you have interest in this painting, contact Outer Cape Auctions.)