Where do I begin? At the end, of course. ('Tis always better to start at the end, than to take it up the rear end. Or so I've heard. At least until any unconfirmed stories of my backside antics come to light or otherwise demonstrate undeniable evidence. Until then? Nope: not my butt, not my brain, thank you very much.)I've managed to survive winter. Barely. While I still have a way to go before summer, the hot flashes are starting to come hard and heavy again, so at least I can find...

Taking up the torch to explore our hidden thoughts, I endeavored to seek out regular women, like you - but not necessarily like me (I have HSDD - Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder - which prevents me from thinking normal sexy thoughts and experiencing regular naughty desires, that for others would drive one to rip off clothes and do the nasty. Me? I may rip off my clothes, but it's to reduce the effects of premature menopause with yet another hot flash).Brave women, willing to shar...

There's no beating around the bush in this latest collection of Rose Maru's battle with HSDD (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder... or HSDS: Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder... or whatever the heck name-of-the-moment they want to give the condition where you have a hole in your brain where the sexy-stuff lives) and her unfortunate lack of TMI (Too Much Information) and any other embarrassing abbreviation that she can somehow misconstrue and accidentally end up at a party that only sounded ...

Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder (HSDD... yes, I'm finally giving up, because the DSM has declared HSDS - Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome - doesn't exist. Only HSDD. Funny... if they can make something cease existing, you'd think the least they could do is make me feel like I want to have sex once in a while... or thinking a sexy thought... or getting a stupid off-color joke without a half-hour explanation. Not that I'm bitter or anything. ) :I digress (what else is new?)...

Whether up against a wall or being lain about haphazardly, I hope my continuing saga up the brick wall of HSDS/HSDD (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome / Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder) will yield an interesting, relatively thornless trip I can share. Somewhere between entertaining, enlightenment, and sensual entanglement we'll take root and water down the truth, just a little - at least enough to call it "almost fiction" - through another pile of prose.:Table of Contents:...

All the fun, all the prose, all the Rose - except now without the pictures that included "squishy bits" (bottoms, fronts, and tops - no jokes about how that leaves only the truly offensive view of my farm-life feet and hands, which even I agree is pretty darn disgusting - and don't get me started how one stupid "bull hop" semen collecting episode ruined me from ever being able to wear cute shoes after he landed on my toes). Long way to say, this book has finally been cleared of the detritu...

Raindrops on Roses - Rainy Day Reads to Start Your FireTen stories of fictionalized reality intimately explored through the author as she fights the HSDS (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome) hand she was dealt. A non-fiction section about HSDS along with personal and honest insights into her life may provide fellow sufferers and their partners a safe harbor to begin their own exploration and healing. If not, at least maybe you can have a few laughs along the way, because cram this s...

So have you had your two-and-a-half romps this week? No? I'm not shocked. Neither have I or my husband. Oh, sure, he would've signed up to be above average - at least if the sexual beast-girl he thought he had married was the one that ended up in the honeymoon suite.A funny thing happened on the way to the altar, though - somewhere between "I do" (oh, and I guess I do THAT, too... ooo, wait, that sounds a little kinky, but I might want to do that... seriously? There? Well, sure... ...

A lack of TMI (Too Much Information), HSDD/HSDS (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder / Syndrome), and a menopausal woman walk into a bar...Thus, with a mild concussion, I freely ask you: what does learning how to masturbate after the age of 50, having sex with a gang of young men on a public picnic table, and a horse penis have in common? (Well, other than they make an entire noisy waiting room full of people suddenly get really freaking quiet.)They are all topics I discuss i...

For a collection of erotic short stories, this buttload of bountiful beauties has far too many titles in the non-fiction section - so many, I had to tweak several up a bit (aka "Tone them down") so they could be considered 'Gray Areas' somewhere between right-and-wrong... I mean, truth-and-fiction.As always, I include the truth behind the truth (or even the truth behind the almost fiction) in a special section of the book, which you are free to enjoy... or skip if you want to save ...

I never thought I'd write erotic fiction again. Not to sound melodramatic, but, really, after "Rose Garden, My Life with HSDS," what was the point?Of course, I never truly grasped what it would be like to wallow in that much estrogen ever again, either, on that fateful trip back to the town I grew up in, to be back under my parent's roof.And especially not to be faced with old memories flooding through me, catching new currents and eddies, with the influx of everything-is-n...

Sexual Exploration...Not just rediscovery, but a journey all anew, well beyond where even normal mortals fear to tread into an unusual sexual exploration phase where it seemed I was willing to 'double up to catch up' to regain and achieve my lifetime allotment of sexual exploits, romps, and whoopie.An unusual path through uncharted waters; oddly enough comfortable confirming "There's a reason our world has fewer lesbians: it's called female fluidity." And that's not just beca...