A Dozen Roses

By Rose Maru

A Dozen Roses brings you twelve new, hot explorations of re-awakening sexuality. With tales and truths ranging from mild exhibitionism to no-holds-barred sex, this newest addition to the Rose Maru collection carries things into new ground as she...

Screw it, I still can't write in the third person. I'm sorry, I tried, again, and it's still not happening.

But catch this - between you, mean, and the squeaky bed springs? Guess who might be making some progress in her HSDS? I'm not "cured," not by a long shot, but as far as a one-hundred percent Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome woman - I am (drum roll, please!) not! I don't care if I don't want it as often as a 'normal' woman. Before, I never wanted it, but now - every so often - I actually remember to not just say 'yes,' but "Cinch it down, cowboy and get on your back... now!" (Okay, fine - maybe not - but I'm trying to get there.)

So if you've been along with me on my trip through exploring my sexuality so far, seriously, don't miss this set of stories, because several were written from scratch over the past couple months. Others come from the past year or so, which gives a nice completeness to the volume.

As always, I come clean after each story in the truth section - if you want to see the behind the scenes facts. I also try to make sure there are a couple laughs here and there.

Of course, if you're new to my books - welcome! You'll find four complete stories from my other two books, along with excerpts from a pair of fiction books I hope to have out in the near future. (Well, as much fiction as I can write, since I do tend to use a lot of my own real-life experiences to generate my fiction.)

In A Dozen Roses, you'll find:
Volunteer Judge (Mild)
Three In a Bed (MFF) (Holy Freak Me Out)
Bigfoot (Seriously - more explicit stuff... Dang, what got into me?)
Freshmen Firemen Training: Day 1 (Mild exhibitionism)
EMT Damsel in Distress: Day 2 (Slightly humorous exhibitionism)
Work Oops - April Fool's (Progresses from mild to moderate activity)
Science Fiction (Humor on a twisted reality)
Weiner Factory (No clues from me here)
Farm Boy Fever: Awkward Eighteen (The confusing Virgin road)
Farm Boys Wet and Wild (I plead the Fifth)
Vulva-Vagina Veracity (My personal anatomy lesson for you)
You Know You Married a Lesbian (Comedy from Real Life)
Plus the previews

So whether you're a hot-to-trot, over-sexed beast, or a simmering surprise, waiting to happen - I hope to have something, or a lot of things, for you and yours. Seriously - it makes for some fun couple reading, and a starting point for shared fantasies and dreams in your own life.

And if you're an HSDS sufferer, or know one, this is an absolutely safe set of stories to help you test the waters of where your interests might be peaked. Plus, not to toot my own horn, but I'm very free in sharing personal insight into living with HSDS - although I possibly tend to be a little bit on the TMI side of the coin.

Lastly - if you're intimately associated with an HSDS gal (or guy) and you're looking for information or someone to talk to - I'm here to help. Of course I'd like you to get my book so we have a simple shared frame of reference, but even if you don't - if you have questions about what your significant is going through, please let me know. Maybe I can help you possibly understand just a little what is (and is not) going through her head. Sometimes you just need to talk to another who's living through the same confusion (and nothing makes me more confused than to read a Women's magazine - at least confused when I'm not feeling pissed).

Lacking more annoying things to say, I'll leave you with this:

Thank you everyone for all you've done to help me get this far. I hope I can continue with you through this fun romp (snerk!) into a better, sexier tomorrow. Hugs - Rose

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rose Maru
• Release date: Apr 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311401304

Rose Maru

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.

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A Dozen Roses

by Rose Maru

Copyright 2015 Rose C. Maru

First Edition - April 2015

Cover and Photos Copyright 2015 Randal Maru

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only - but if your enjoyment needs cleaning up, please don't e-mail me pictures of it. This series of electrons may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share the love and this e-book with another being, please purchase an additional copy for each sentient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your individual use only, then please feel super guilty and return to your favorite e-book retailer and purchase your very own copy. Thank you for respecting Rose's hard work.

(They said I wasn't allowed to threaten to go ape-bitch on your ass if you rip-off my book - something about the legal statutes don't have a proper definition of 'ape-bitch' for precedence. Figures - one more thing on my to-do list.)

:Table of Contents:

-Fiction & Fantasy-

How Do I Love Thee (Introduction)

Volunteer Judge

Three In a Bed (MFF)

Bigfoot

Freshmen Firemen Training: Day 1

EMT Damsel in Distress: Day 2

Work Oops - April Fool's

Science Fiction

Weiner Factory

-Not Really Non-Fiction-

Farm Boy Fever: Awkward Eighteen

Farm Boys Wet and Wild

-Non-Fiction-

Vulva-Vagina Veracity

You Know You Married a Lesbian

Truth and Consequences: The true story behind each story

-Other Works-

Raindrops on Roses:

- Art Director

- Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome (HSDS)

Rose by Any Other Name:

- Bath Time

- Braless is Better

Bigger Brother (Episode 3)

Soul Service, Inc. (Excerpt)

About Rose C. Maru

Contact Information

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Introduction

How Do I Love, Thee?

I'm not sure about me, but he needs a serious sense of humor - I can hope if you're laughing, you're not crying - because otherwise, my search for my missing sexuality is more of a tragedy than a comedy. I have HSDS (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome).

It's not easy having a hole in the middle of your brain where 'sex' is supposed to live. But that's my life for the past couple decades. Somewhere at the end of college I lost everything sexual from my desires, memories, and, almost, my hope.

It's the desire to recover that tingle that has led me down the road of erotic writing in search of my missing mojo. After collecting several years of dirty little stories and ideas I'd jotted down, I started dusting some of them off and sharing them - but before I could, I had to edit them. It turns out, visiting these little flights of fantasy sometimes causes sparks that weren't there when I wrote them.

It even spurred me to create some new stories and pieces for this compilation (and for editing), because it might be working a little; and I have become somewhat more comfortable with my growing confidence in all things sexual - from thoughts to even the occasional sex dream.

Of course, calling everything fiction is a little misleading, because I usually base my stories on varying degrees of actual events in my life. Like my other e-books, I've included a Truth section at the end of this one to supply any voyeurs with a safe area of release - for everyone else, feel free to peek in there as well, I won't tell.

So join with me, I hope to offer you that same gift of titillation with:

A Dozen Roses

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Truth - Table of Contents

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Volunteer Judge

I know Never volunteer - it's only more work, more annoyance, and more headaches. When will I ever learn.

At least I wasn't the only one conned into this Mens Review for Charity program - I have no idea what it is, let alone why, if it's a men's review, they needed women volunteers - I just think it's because men are smart enough not to volunteer. And if they do, they don't get rooked into agreeing to several days of volunteering before the program is even set to start.

Ok, ladies, we're supposed to help narrow the program down to just thirty for the Review and we've got over a hundred applicants. You can judge it however you want, ask whatever questions you want. Everyone here is here because they want to help out - they're willing to pull together to do whatever it takes to make this a success. Any questions?

I don't want to look stupid, so I just keep my mouth shut. Luckily the other lady next to me isn't so smart.

Um, why am I here?

Way to go red - that's my girl - ask the question I wanted to know without me having to ask it, thank you very much.

You've volunteered to help with the charity; didn't Ms. Mason fill you in? the apparent ringleader asked non-too nicely - so much for her pull-together speech.

I was told to show up, just like her, she says quickly.

Eek! She's pointing to me - I've been ratted out as not knowing either.

All right, so we're showing our best organization skills right off the bat. The quick of it: between the three of us, we're to pick thirty contestants for the final review show next week. It's for charity. Did I already mention it's for charity? You volunteered to help, just like everyone else coming through here, so let's get up to speed, you...

The door to our room opens, directly across from the table where we're seated.

Ringleader continues from her interruption, No, wait, apparently no time for that, applicant number one is already here. Welcome!

So it appears like it's some sort of talent show, since she flips a couple pages of printout to me listing a number, name, and some numbers after each one, then blank spaces - I guess for my notes - and finally a blank after the word Score: - I presume so in the end we just pick the contestants with the highest scores.

Ok, shouldn't be too bad, except a hundred of them? I hope some of them have talent, because otherwise, this is gonna be a long couple of days.

Contestant number one looks way too casual to be here. I mean, even for charity, give me a break: a muscle shirt, sunglasses, and blue jeans? Not that he doesn't do the jeans look well, and I swear he's filling it out in the front with a bulge down the one side. I resist the urge to ask him if he's got a trumpet in his pocket or he's just happy to see me. I barely resist a snork of laughter at the thought.

Ringleader starts in with the questions I'd expect to help break the ice and get us some background: how long in the area, how did you hear about the charity, have you done this before, and so on.

Well, other than the last question about what I presume is costume or outfit size, because she finishes her questions with, And what size are you?

Ten, our good man answers.

Ha - he's gonna have to wear a women's size 10? I don't think so. But before I can snort out loud this time...

Good! Ok, you two have any questions? ringleader asks looking at us expectantly.

I know I can count on it, so I wait.

Uh, what will you be doing for the review?

Whew - thank you, red.

Pardon me, mam? Oh, you probably mean my music, he answers.

If he says he plays trumpet, I'm gonna lose it.

Yes, your music! Red looks way too happy with herself for having guessed a correct question.

His answer doesn't even register with me, because it's likely some sort of rap person I wouldn't be able to recall if I had to. Great, now I have to guess at a question for him so I can rate him on the sheet.

Excellent choice! I'm saved by the ring leader bursting through my thoughts.

Then - damn - she's looking at me expectantly.

Ok, then show us what you got! Let's see what you might bring to the review next week. Prove to us why you deserve to be in one of the few spots we have available, I spout off, figuring best to be an in-charge type to get ringleader to back off staring at me.

I couldn't have said it better myself, she says with some satisfaction.

Oh my, a compliment from her. Maybe I can do this.

She looks back at him, Drop 'em, big boy.

What? What did she say? You mean, like drop the first note?

Nope, the muscle-T strips up and off faster than I thought possible with those huge muscles. Where did they come from? I never noticed, but he is, uh, ripped. Maybe it's some sort of tribute to one of those people that yank off their shirts while they sing; maybe it's...

Nope, again... because while those jeans looked good on him, he's popping the button and down goes the zipp... oh... my... Lord... and it's not even fully hard yet.

My thoughts are fuzzed a bit - where did that tingle come from down below on me - and how did he get that thing in there in the first place?

He's flexing, although with a butt like that, he shouldn't be trying to distract things when he turns around - except for the distraction up front as he twists back to face our judging panel.

Mens Review... the women are reviewing the men. Volunteer work just got a lot better from my point of view, because I glance down briefly at the paper in front of me - he's first out of a hundred and thirty-eight.

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Truth - Table of Contents

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Three in a Bed

What's Good for the Goose...

How in the world am I getting talked into trying these things? Here I am, not wearing a stitch of clothes in the same room with Randy - no big deal, he's my husband for heaven's sake, we have a license for this sort of thing - but there's also another woman here, butt-naked with us.

... and I hear you're not really into the oral scene, but that's ok with me, she's saying, I'm willing to take it all for me. So why don't you go ahead and hop up on him, she's motioning Randy to lay back and seems to be suggesting that I mount him.

I can't believe it. I'm being watched while I gently tease his throbbing penis along my lips and clit, barely moving my hips as I slide him along me, spreading someone's wetness - his, mine, or ours - at my entrance.

My body is responding - I'm not completely certain about being watched or being the one taking initiative - but I start sliding him up into me and settle down firmly on him as I allow him to fill me. I can feel the soft throbbing pulse from within me as he settles nicely up inside, trying to push his balls up firmly against my ass. This I'm comfortable with - it feels normal.

Although before I can even start to rise up again, she's swinging a leg over his chest, sliding backward making his head disappear between and below her legs. She's leaning forward slightly toward me. I sit more upright to give her space, but she's not needing it as she does seem to appreciate receiving oral.

I'm mesmerized watching her so patently being turned on so quickly. She's rocking her hips, rising and lowering herself onto his tongue and mouth.

I realize I'm rocking on his erection, rubbing the base along my clitoris in time to her body movements. My nipples are almost as hard as hers are. She opens her eyes catching me looking at them.

It's ok, I like yours too, and she reaches out and runs her hands along the curves of my chest as I unconsciously lean forward to create a better shape.

She's taking my nipples and doing something that I can't even start to describe, other than, "I've got to have Randy figure out how to do that!" It's a push, pull, soft round rotation all at once that's sending jolts through my chest and into my pelvis of pure, tingling, warmth.

And before I know it - oh-my-God - I'm kissing a girl. How in the world did I get into this? But I can't help melting into her soft, warm lips pressed against mine - I'm so confused, but I think I like it. It's so different from kissing a guy - not necessarily better, but just different - in a good way.

She tenses, pulls me into her deeply, panting around my mouth while she tries to keep up the kiss, but she's obviously climaxing. I can feel her whole body jerking as it takes hold of her.

I break the lip lock and reach out to explore her chest and try to mimic her nipple action she's used on me - only to have her lean her head back, chest out toward me, back arched in complete concentration of a deep pulsing from her belly and thigh muscles.

Then she starts rhythmically rubbing back on him again after a large breath is let out, and she's back at my breast again, but now we're mutually exploring... and using Randy to work our other parts.

She moistens her fingers, then returns them to my nipples, and the sensation from my chest is just incredible. I lose track of doing anything to her and I am just in the moment - filled from below and twirled into oblivion from above.

I can feel it starting to happen as I start to expand with little premonition pulses beginning. I shift my hip angle with his penis now firmly being rotated into my G-spot - which of course, sends him over the edge - but the pulsing finishes me off as well as I cum hard contracting powerfully around him. I feel like I'm trying to suck him into me and never let up.

Nice! Let me see if we can get him back into action, she's sliding off his upper body as I gingerly pull him out of me, twitching as things get touched trying to set me off again.

He's still half firm as she pulls the condom off and he tenses, obviously still sensitive, but she envelopes his penis in her grip.

You keep him busy up top while I jump start from down here, she says, already teasing the tip with her tongue, starting to work her hand down the shaft.

Distracting myself from the view of my man and another woman below working on him, I start to kiss him.

I don't know what I expected with this experience - so rack up the firsts: first time kissing another girl, first time playing with someone else's breasts.. and it would seem I did a pretty good job because she obviously enjoyed it - copiously - as I get my first taste of another girl's pussy while kissing my husband. She really put out the joy while being licked.

I want to be revolted by it, but his tongue explores my own and it's just so naughty. Unbelievable to me, but it's absolutely sexy as I return his deep kisses experiencing the new sensations.

Perfect, she says proudly.

I turn to see her sliding another condom on his fully erect penis.

I'm floored - I'm watching my husband's penis getting worked into another girl's pussy. I half expected to be jealous - instead I find myself severely turned on watching the two of them.

Her hips rock in multiple directions, obviously massaging his head around her clit and opening. Her lips slide open and back over it, sometimes completely lengthwise up her slit, then the tip and head disappearing into her, pulling out again, while her circular gyrations seem to rub him everywhere around her. Then the incredible sight of her slowly sliding him up into her: my husband is fucking another girl.

I don't know what I'm feeling, but suddenly I need something in me. I spread my legs and thank goodness he senses my hungry needs - I feel his fingers gliding in, almost mimicking the motions I'm watching. My body starts to move in time with hers once more. I watch as his tip almost emerges before it's buried completely inside, repeated in slow, erotic motion.

Her hips continue to roll around. She seems to be dancing on it. I watch her chest swaying to an internal rhythm, rocking everything deep inside. I can