Bad To The Bone Firebrand Lesbian Novelist

Filmmaker/Director Wendy Crouse to Film Sage Sweetwater's Jett Durango

2011-04-13T08:49:00.002-07:00

Sage Sweetwater and Wendy Crouse are shooting for a June 2011 Film Development date for Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Western script Jett Durango. Sage completed the Lesbian Western script and forwarded the script to Wendy Crouse Director/Producer DreamReal Pictures. Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Sage Sweetwater adapted the script to screen from her book Night of the Foal: The New Riders of the Purple Sage dedicated to C.G. McGovern-Bowen and Blue Sleighty. Jett Durango is the original collaborative writing byline of lesbian authors Sage Sweetwater and Blue Sleighty. Jett Durango is the fictional character thought up by Sage Sweetwater to assume Sage Sweetwater's alter ego. The character is geared to deliver lesbian erotic western pulp fiction through Sage Sweetwater's poetry and prose for film and television. The lesbian western script glorifies the frontier years of the America West set late 1800s in the Powder River area of Montana. The script deals with religion and preachers of that era. Jett Durango is the wild, untamed woman of the west. She fights for her life and her right to love who she chooses. She forges the firebrand scars of her spurs on the backside of the devils who pursue her, although at times, Jett is tethered, tame ... and consumed in this flame that defines her vindication. Jett (Sage) will quill the story, the presses will roll ...and she will live on, despite the noose with the word 'lesbian' burned red in the braid reserved for her neck. Here is the list of Sage Sweetwater's film properties currently in Development and Production 1. From the Convent to the Rawhide: The Saga of Sadie Cade and Vi Montana (Development/Pre-Production/Production/Distribution) Screenplay by Tim Riley - 2009. Soundtrack by Paul Kraushaar and Shay Dillon at Para-Sight Records. Triboro Pictures. Michael Gunther. 2. The Sundance Wives: The Gates of Doogun Hill (Development/Pre-Production/Production/Distribution) Screenplay by Sage Sweetwater -2010 Triboro Pictures. Michael Gunther. 3. Dominga Rio of Cuero (In Pre-Development pipeline) Screenplay by Sage Sweetwater - 2010 Triboro Pictures. Michael Gunther. 4. Madam Blaze Starr: Whiskey and Sagebrush Truth in Eights and Aces (In Pre-Development pipeline) Screenplay by Sage Sweetwater - 2010 Triboro Pictures. Michael Gunther. 5. Lesbian: The Art of Erotique (In Production) Screenplay by Sage Sweetwater - 2011 BlueSage Productions. Filmmaker/Director/Producer Blue Sleighty. Executive Producer C.G. McGovern-Bowen. Executive Producer Gianetta Ellis. in Affiliation with The Sundance Wives Blue Sleighty, C.G. McGovern-Bowen, Gianetta Ellis, Sage Sweetwater. 6. Jett Durango. Screenplay by Sage Sweetwater. (2011). Filmmaker/Director Wendy Crouse owner of DreamReal Pictures. Soundtrack by Paul Kraushaar and Shay Dillon of Para-Sight Records. Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

Sapere Aude

2010-06-21T09:02:00.003-07:00

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ROSE LIPS To Kiss

2010-01-07T01:46:00.005-07:00

pink velvet
petals bliss,
lips to kiss,

trellis and chalice,
her emotions gave
way, deep furrowed,

releasing her fragrance
when rubbed between my
lips and fingers,

she's spread under
plantation grown
teak arbor,

albas, bourbons,
chinas, damasks,
gallicas, noisettes and teas,

ayrshires, boursaults,
eglantines, and centifolias
adorn still life paintings,

the rose releases her
fragrance when rubbed
between my lips and fingers,

pink velvet
petals bliss,
lips to kiss.

Copyright 1.7.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Stroker FEMStud

2009-12-20T17:42:00.005-07:00

Stroker FEMStud

motley intentions,
her silver chains,
rings and eyelets
unleashing the
cunt beast, what
an animal to feed!

keeping a distance
from illiberals and striking
heavy metal with the illuminati,
she's a heartbreaker, and I mean
that in the kindest mosh pit,

black leather,
her sexual menacing,
extended through
her chrome zipper,

I glance away to
the barn stall,
the horse
throws its
pastern, fetlock
to hoof,

her jockey
springs its
ride, stud
and stroker,
I'm throwing
sod divets from
my boots, my spurs
too hot to touch,

Romulus and
Remus howling
for Pegasus, is it
too FEMStud for you?

Copyright 12/20/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Atavistic Desire

2009-12-12T01:15:00.005-07:00

Atavistic Desire

conifer seeds,
forest genetics,
atavistic desire,
growth and heretics,

chain of events,
the return of a trait,
what might we call
it - fate?

stars put us here,
seeded emotions,
lit the fear of intimacy,
it burns bright,

appointed Us the seer,
anointed us with potions,
silent rudiments, tutelage
in the night,

serene lotus,
malleable metallic,
earth group, alchemy
phallic, erotic paleolith,

stone age enlightenment,
pneuma and fire, shamanic
whispers, coital throes, candle
carboned vulva hieroglyphs,

atoned, unabridged visions,
ecopsychology's canvas,
telescope and easel,
painting their love for atavistic desire...

Copyright 12/12/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Raw Jute Mill Times FIVE

2009-12-10T14:37:00.010-07:00

Raw Jute Mill Times FIVE

rain-fed, her jute
crop, stem and ribbon
bundled, I extract her
fibres, immersing them
in my salival waters pouring
from my tongue, the stripping
process, scraping her off, digging
lubricious fibres from her jute stalk,

hessian cloth,
eco-friendly, ideal
for community gifting,
from seed to expired fibre,
protecting deforestation, recycling
her fibres, making of her ghille suit
used as camouflage, resembling grass
and bush, 100% bio-degradable, treated
with flameproofing agents, I set fire to her
gunny bag, her white jute fibre wet, mentioned
as Jews mallow in the Book of Job, I am planted
in her vegetable potherb, raw jute mill times five.

Copyright 12/10/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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The Manacle and the Lorgnette

2009-12-09T19:43:00.006-07:00

The Manacle and the Lorgnette

paradigm shift
bound to be,
caught up in a
shackle of green
seaweed, piercing
her retina scrutinizes,
her pupil knows why
she's not a C student,
peering down into the
orchestra pit,

in opera's bondage,
seated in the balcony,
looking glass burns,
her jodphurs, those
riding breeches release
their zipper, adagio

aria, she uses
to highlight an
emotional state
of mind,

leitmotif, an
ingredient
in dramatic
work, librettist

the oakum,
untwisted into
hemp fibers for
calking the seams
of her little woman in
a boat,

in opera's bondage
paradigm shift bound
to be, caught up in a
shackle of green
seaweed, bound for
freedom inside the
fleshy folds, recitative,
sing-speak, A capella.

Copyright 12/9/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater. firebrand lesbian novelist
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Fly Me OFF!

2009-10-18T22:21:00.001-07:00

Sage Sweetwater Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Releases Night of the Foal: The New Riders of the Purple Sage

2009-09-30T13:56:00.007-07:00

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Not letting obstacles throw her off the trail, Sweetwater publishes lesbian pulp western storytelling in a new format. Sage Sweetwater's consistent high quality lesbian pulp western fiction represents the early years of the western pulps. Expect Night of the Foal: The New Riders of the Purple Sage to be confronting issues of the American Western frontier as it was, set in modern day through poetic prose. Sage Sweetwater's lesbian western character development is exclusively written for movie and television drama. Her prolific quill has caught the attention of filmmakers and screenwriters globally. This is only the beginning for the Western pulp lesbian in her frontier sagas. Sage Sweetwater is a creation of a resourceful writer who knows what her audience wants. She is a strong-willed lesbian woman of the modern West.

Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den Erotic Lesbian Western Poetry Turned into TV Series! Jett Durango! Now in production! Adapted from Sage Sweetwater's released Night of the Foal: The New Riders of the Purple Sage.

Io's Fire - I Love You Blaze

2009-07-29T21:51:00.006-07:00

Io's Fire

Eye-O's foal
born to New England's
daughter, fiery magnetotail
out of the womb, stirrups resolve,
kicking up dust - destiny bound for
the aurorae, New England Futurity, foals
of 1898 - cosmic fodder of Gish Bar Mons,
volcanic lust, satiate,

find me
in the magnetic
field plowing Ionian
fire, sowing desire, tear
my black pants away from my
flesh, thrust, don't stop until
passion's tilled, enter this angular
moment,

reins and bridle
absent, harness present,
my bent knees find no need
for the stirrup, do you know
I'm Jupiter's fire?

Copyright 2/1/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater

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Ganymede's Thunder

saddle blanket
raveled, my frayed
edges have traveled
across the cosmic prairies
of time, my whiskey balanced
on the fiery ledges,

Vela pulsar
sounds of horse
hooves afar galloping
through Jupiter's magnetosphere,
the crackling of Ganymede's Thunder,
her wild mane wet with stargasm, unbridled
in cosmic oats fed by Rig Veda, she's infatuated
with wonder, do you know I'm entitled?

Copyright 1/29/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater

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Europa's Ride

carved my
spurs from Europa's
ice, holding my tongue
for her striated crack,

rings of
Saturn rattle!
spinning rowels
orbiting ecstasy
in the Saddle, riding
Ganymede's Thunder across
the cosmic frontier in cometary
bombardment,

do you know how I behave when
affected by Jupiter's tides?

Copyright 1/30/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater

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Callisto's Cantor

Medicean saddle
she's astraddle Jovian
curry combed horseflesh,
she rides in the cauldron
of Jupiter's clouds continually
cracking with lightning, terrestrial
sounds mesh, solar wind blowing hard,

in the
vista of
astral travel,
I sight her wondrous
protrusion in a shaft of
Callistoan light and I wonder
if she alludes to the illusion,
what an awesome object of
penetrating planetary encounter,

on an
orbiting
cosmic stool
I beckon her from
the Galilean saloon,
intoxicating gravity,
whiskey pours despun,
steam gushing from the
moon, do you know how
penetrable I am?

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater
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Sage Sweetwater Making Out With Bone Fishhook! Catching Pussy With a Fish!

2009-05-12T19:45:00.010-07:00

Sage Sweetwater making bone fishhooks by acquiring the toe bones of a deer.

Use a whetstone sharp knife and cut the toe bone lengthwise. Split the toe bone until you have a piece that you can grind. Grind the outside surface of the bone until you have nothing left but the hook-shaped ridge of the inside part of the bone. This hook looks like a store-boughten one. You can make a notch or cut a hole in the end of the bone hook so you can tie your fishing line.

Get a bone from any animal. Even a large fish bone will do. Take a shaft of bone, it doesn't have to be curved, straight will work, and create sharp points on either end. You can do this with a whetstone sharpened pocket knife. You can also grind the tips with a sharp-edged rock. Make a notch in the middle of your piece of bone. This notch serves to tie a piece of cord or fishing line on when you make bone fishhooks.

Fish with your bone fishhook by first using one pointed end to skewer your bait. If you've ground the tip ends sharp enough, you will have no problem getting your bait on. When you fish with your bone fishhook, a fish will swallow the bait and bone fishhook together.

Making a Bone Fishhook in the Wild

Making your own fishhook in the wild is a survival skill. Not only can you catch your own fish, you can also use the hook for a variety of other jobs like retrieving items from the bottom of a crevice or ledge, or hanging your catch in a tree away from rodents and bears. Sage Sweetwater letting you how to make your own fishhook in the wild using what you can find.

Find a branch from a hardwood tree like a maple, spruce, elm or birch that has a few branches still on it. You can also use pine if no other tree branches are available. Be sure the branch is dry. You can use wet or live branches as long as you dry them out first.

Whittle the branch down to a hook shaft, as small as you can while still leaving enough mass to keep the hook shaft strong. Leave a section of the branch as a grip, as well as a section at the bottom of the shaft that is a little fatter than the rest in the shape of a ball or square.

Bore a hole into the bottom of the hook shaft.

Whittle a smaller, pointed hook section from the same branch section. Then insert it into the hole.

Secure with pine sap, twine or anything else that might secure the hook point into the hole.

Cut off the grip section, and notch the top of the hook to attach your line. Now, how to catch pussy with a fish...try using mastur-bait...taste the rainbow! Finger food...MMmmm...lemon clit! Catch and Release!

Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Sundance Women Clits Could Start a Campfire! Sage Sweetwater's Woodland's Survival School

2009-05-10T10:45:00.010-07:00

Saturate several cotton balls with Vaseline/petroleum jelly - store them in a small zip style baggie in your Sage Sweetwater Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Woodlands Kit. They make hot lesbian fire starters. Light them and they'll burn for 5-7 minutes each, (foreplay) plenty of time to get a good fire going.

Carry three commercially available fire starter sticks. Pack three emergency candles. Light one and use it to light the fire, (what to do with the other two?) saving matches which go out in the wind. You should have waterproof matches; flint; and a butane lighter. A mirror or glasses lens may also be used to focus sunlight onto tinder. An emergency flare can be used as a last resort. Gather adequate dry tinder – have plenty on hand so your fire will not go out. Dead wood from rotting trees works great and it stays dry on the underside even in rainy weather. Dead/dry pine needles and leaves work fine. Seek dry tinder under trees and large rocks. Gather small branches. Use these to grow your fire. Then gather larger branches and limbs. While you're packing, pack a small bag of dry tinder in a plastic bag. It weighs virtually nothing. It can be a life saver. Insect repellant will increase tinder’s flammability. Sage Sweetwater recommends a tipi, or cone-shaped fire stack for wet weather. Build your tipi first, using larger branches. Place tinder inside. Start fire. Feed smaller branches into your fire. Be careful not to smother it. The heat from the internal fire will dry the tipi of larger branches. They will soon catch fire, as well. Once the stack collapses onto itself, add more large branches as needed. In good weather, a pyramid fire works nicely. Lay two large pieces of wood parallel to one another, then add two on top, perpendicular to the first two. Continue building your pyramid, closing the sides until the top opening is quite small. Place tinder and smaller twigs and branches atop the pyramid and light it. The fire will burn downward and last a long time. Do not light your fire until you are fully prepared. You don't want to waste matches, butane fuel, etc. Don't let the frustration of failure send you into a panic. You don't want this to happen. Stack damp wood near your fire to help it dry out. Stack dry wood under a fully-foliated tree, a tarp or large rock to keep it dry. Wood that seems too wet to burn can be used after scraping or carving away the wet outer bark. The inner wood will be dry. To prevent smoke in your face, build a wall of stones about 12" to 18" high, opposite your position. It will pull smoke to it. Now for Sage Sweetwater magic, if you need to move to a new location, place a few red coals in a bundle of green leaves, moss, lichen, and earth. This can be carried with you safely within a wrap of green grass or large leaves, within a wrapped bark cone, or in a tin can or other such container. The coals will smolder for many hours, and be ready to start your next fire. If it begins to die, stop, build a small fire, and then extract new red coals. Finally, be sure that you fully extinguish your fire. Getting a fire started is the most critical task facing you in a lesbian survival situation. It is important that you practice getting a fire started so that you’ll know what to do under a crisis situation. Sundance Women clits could start a campfire!

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Sage Sweetwater's BIKER CHRONICLES Currently in Film/Television Development

2009-05-07T14:04:00.004-07:00

BORN TO BE WILD! Sage Sweetwater Puts a 12-volt vibrator between her legs! Sage knows how to mine her gold! My Sundance Women, it's all in the Property of Alchemy Iron to Gold!

Sage Sweetwater rides from the years of the brothel 1800s into the year 2009 assaying yet another Sage Sweetwater Creative Property, this time in the liquefying bad-ass form of an LLC! An Entertainment Group in Partnership with Para-Sight Records owner Paul Kraushaar, Nashville Recording artist Shay Dillon and Hollywood teleplay/screenwriter Tim Riley rocking you out with some down and dirty outlaw biker blues and kick-ass Sweetwater storylines! A television series for Harley-Davidson biker aficionados! Updates will be forthcoming, the whiskey pouring from heaven, Sweetwater's featured tale, THE MILWAUKEE STEEL PRAYER! Cinematic Wild-Ass Fun! I'm just kicking back these days and letting things chill...leisure and whiskey in my Mason...my witch runes and rock tunes...BORN TO BE WILD!

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in Entertainment Law and Show Business

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Sage Sweetwater's TV Series JETT DURANGO Rides In!

2009-05-06T00:25:00.005-07:00

Based on her next book Night of the Foal: The New Riders of the Purple Sage to be released in the summer of 2009, the writers and musicians have begun work on this brilliant pulp fiction entertainment creative property by Sage Sweetwater.

The storylines will be adapted from Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry. Sage has a controversial dynamite box filled with poetry for enough explosive weekly episodes to run for about two years. Sage wants her audience to think a lesbian version of Deadwood, HBO. Paul Kraushaar of Para-Sight Records will be composing the Jett Durango theme song and all music for the television pilot of Jett Durango. Paul is currently writing the Jett Durango theme, a cross between old country and some racy surf rock meets Pulp Fiction! A band member plays some wicked high speed country guitar pickin' that Paul will be incorporating. High energy exciting!

Hollywood screenwriter and teleplay writer Tim Riley and Nashville recording artist Shay Dillon will be adapting and writing the episodes based on the erotic lesbian western poetry of Sage Sweetwater. Shay Dillon will also be singing the songs.

It is the Night of the Foal 2009. The New Riders of the Purple Sage glorify the frontier years of the American West—reminiscent of the years of the brothel—1800s—following collectively the years of Jett Durango and how she came to be—the creation of a lesbian dime store novelist.

Silver inlaid zodiac skirts on her stirrups poured fire to her desire. Jett Durango was saddled upon the wind, her firebrand breath slipped under another woman’s black cape. Passion branded the woman’s scalding hot flesh, the reins soaked in her hands. Jett Durango’s sledgehammer struck blows against the metal. With her spike bar, she pried out a rail from the track. She would stop the train to get the Colt Revolvers, the disguised preachers.

The preachers saw her moccasin eyelets from the train windows; branded Jett Durango as an outlaw of God. The train wheels locked. Grinding and squealing, the metal sparks exploded. They danced in the air like witch’s fireflies. Jett Durango was the creation of a dime novelist. The flames glowed from the firebox. Branding the land with the devil’s coals, Jett Durango saved the bibles. She pulled them out with a grappling hook that dallied from the rope on her saddle horn.

The collection plate money burned. The strong boxes melted. The preachers’ charred keys were at the end of the line. With the second-ago selective memory, like the train leaping from the track, Jett Durango leaped from her saddle, fucking the woman, slamming to earth, grinding deep trenches into the soil. It was screaming passion of one of the boldest ambushes of religious lies Jett Durango had been called upon to chronicle. There were no bodies. No twisted metal. No blood of Christ deceivers.

The telegraph repairman found only an empty whiskey bottle and Jett Durango’s woman’s black cape hanging from the telegraph cross. The newspaper reported it as the boldest lesbian tryst hot enough to stop a train.

The preachers’ last breaths were accompanied by the banshee; the charred black train, those in their invisible coffins, Jett Durango’s grimoire opened, her horse in saddle. She banished dirty money. She cleansed the trainwreck from the preachers’ bane white collars laundering deception and spreading brainwashing religious propaganda on the devil’s rail. She secured Bibliomancy.

* * * * * * * *
Jett Durango didn’t have a halo around her head formed by the canopy of a covered wagon. She was a woman’s woman who assumed an outlaw stance. She didn’t consent to any law she or her sex didn’t have a part in making. Women made a bed with her on thousands of acres that never had a plow on it. She could shoot the head off of a running quail. She traveled the trail singing The Ballad of Belle Starr. “Belle Starr, Belle Starr, With a bullet in your back, are you lyin’ there a-wishin’ that you’d never joined that pack?”

Jett Durango, who lived in the years of the 1800s is the fictional character thought up by Sage Sweetwater to assume Sweetwater’s historical alter ego, and deliver lesbian erotica western pulp fiction stories through poetry and prose for film and television screen adaptation. Jett Durango is the original collaborative writing byline of lesbian authors Blue Sleighty and Sage Sweetwater. Sweetwater’s poetry rides from the 1800s to the 1900s on through to the modern-day year of 2009 staying with the Old West themes.

Sage Sweetwater’s love for pulp fiction dime store novels has re-invented the way her audience thinks. Sage Sweetwater is a timeless pull of unfinished history anchored in the meaning of life and the symbols of immortality, visions of new roads—Sundance Women and gold creative properties...rebirth and maintenance of simplicity and assaying the wealth in new friendships of intelligent, creative women...

Copyright 2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Sage Sweetwater is professionally represented
in Entertainment Law and Show Business

Andrew J. Contiguglia
Esquire, Entertainment Law
Andrew J. Contiguglia
44 Cook Street, Suite 100
Denver, Colorado 80206
Phone: 303-780-7333
Fax: 303-780-7337

PUMP Me! Harder!

2009-05-03T14:29:00.012-07:00

PUMP Me! Watch my clit grow where morning glories twine around the door! PUMP Me! Harder!...

Three Ways to be sluiced and assayed...Prospector's Wives laid hard in the geological bed...

What's that in your right hand? Let you do it for the gold nugget stashed in the crack...rim me at the crack of Golden Dawn...Madam...

Yes!

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Tits & Pineapples! Who Shot the Sheriff!

2009-05-01T11:27:00.010-07:00

windswept with lust and tombstone dust, my witcher stick arched down over the pasque flower, thunder and lightning striking those who question my method, blazing my name on the pages of Western history, cemetery cellar full of Mason jars, bins full of my stashed whiskey, earliest grave date 1812 - latest 2009.

born of fire, ever moving on the wind, pony hooves on the rough prairie, paperback star with a livery stable moniker rides to another saloon, trading her Western poetry, her oral sketches the silk between a woman's thighs, be surprised how much admiration she fetches.

long ago teacher passed out rulers and forked sticks, wrote on the blackboard, New Riders of the Purple Sage.

All you have to do is let me be your storyteller down the dusty road of enlightenment. I am a woman who has ingratiated into a blaze of glory.

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Sage Sweetwater Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Survives Frontier Gossip! Pussy Bursts!

2009-04-24T14:51:00.009-07:00

...Vast acreage, the woman and the cattail harvest, the fuzzy head neatens hairy borders, prairie roots that seem to go on forever

...Dances with wolves, John Dunbar's range spirit roams, my woman, I'm coming home, bringing you cattail head, early lesbian settlers dine from cobs, knobs, and shoots

...Raw cattail passion, pollen running from wet thighs, fuzzy desire grows inside you, the fluff bursts open, we time it all right, my tongue, extracting you, woman's commonsense, your eyes closed, your hands gripping fox, coyote, and rabbit fur in the strongest orgasm you've ever known, drifting on John Dunbar's prairies in buffalo robe wrapped that survived frontier gossip, we are living folklore

...Call your attention to the sunset...walk out with me...the cattails soaked in kerosene, planted back into earth, lit prairie frontier torches...a call to John Dunbar's spirit...our flammable fucking, recycled fire...that red-tailed hawk flies the message to John Dunbar

...Whiskey in my saddlebag, horse sleeps, broomtail swishes the woman and the cattail harvest plentiful for the snowed-in winter

...Open range for making the life to support woman and the cattail harvest, where grazing is the highest use of this land...we want the country left in grass...careful managers of lesbian passion as to not threaten the pastoral lesbian frontier life...conservatism of the fiery passion of woman and the cattail harvest...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Sage Sweetwater Drips Three Ways With Astral Wisdom of Pussy Fire!

2009-04-23T10:41:00.008-07:00

Reach: Messages From Your Star Brethren

my sexual vibrations
pass through your astral
chords, etheric grids laid with
crystal boards,

weaver of frequency,
we fuck through the energy
vorices, orgasms channeled,
reach for it higher, reach - attune
your passion to me, drip on my tongue,
elixir of the ankh rune, access me, return
fire to dormant codes, polarity integration,
pussy splits into lavender geodes, dripping
wisdom - prism to clit - tapping into alternate
timelines, inserting tuning fork tines,

reach orgasm of
higher dimension,
stellar vibration, chakra,
ascension - masturbation,
release what keeps you from
accessing the brown wool tunic,
the dun-colored ox you pull from
a lead rope resembling the braided
twist, the tassels on your tunic rope,
where are your shoes - your ankles show -
Ancient Egypt's sun is aglow - I sit on a rock
ledge - I await light and sound frequencies encoded
in your labial wedge - messages from your star brethren...

I...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Western Bolo Jewelry Designed by Gloria Fletcher

2009-04-22T08:16:00.006-07:00

Sage Sweetwater is proud to present the first set of sketches of the first piece of bolo western jewelry being designed by England's Gloria Fletcher, long-time partner of Ellen Dean, Lesbian author of Beautiful Strangers, who also is out "slapping some leather!" [term for line-dancing] Ellen Dean is big into line-dancing in the UK! Gloria is designing a line of western bolo jewelry for Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties from Sage's novel adapted to screen to be a motion picture. Sage Sweetwater is about promotion, lesbian marketing and lesbian merchandising. This line of jewelry is designed exclusively for Sage Sweetwater Productions from scenes in Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Western Novel, From the Convent to the Rawhide: The Saga of Sadie Cade and Vi Montana, directly from the film script adapted by screenwriter Tim Riley.

Gloria has now finished the second piece of bolo western jewelry above described by Sage Sweetwater to Gloria, a very spiritual piece corresponding to a scene in the script, to be made of cherrywood and turquoise, products from the soil of Mother Earth. Sage has chosen the top circular labyrinth design with the S, her initial, by Gloria. Lesbians and Westerns have a long-term effect on our culture, something we girls here in the West take very seriously. Sage Sweetwater and her alchemy is firing up her silver dreams! The lesbian crucible transforms ores into wearable art!

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Legumes, Lesbian Robots, & Lesbian Threesome Fucking to ZZ Tops LEGS!

2009-04-20T14:11:00.008-07:00

Eating things in a pod...THE SENSUALITY of lesbian robots sucking alchemical pussy in cadence and sexual innuendo to ZZ Tops Billy Gibbons singing Legs. Iron and Flesh the lesbian crucible fired and melting ores into erotic beads coaxed into transformation and beyond! Sage Sweetwater is melting your desire!

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Sage Sweetwater Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist in the Throes of a Twist! Sucking the Lesbian PULP!

2009-04-17T12:15:00.009-07:00

And so...the lemon puckers the pussy pleats...the story goes down in history...and three women drink of each other in the wildest of nights...you would think the California earthquakes and the Texas hurricanes were mild! Lesbian passion fucks the bitters away! Plant that wedge deep and water the daisy chain! Lubricious enchantment!

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Madam's Keys to Pussy Sweetwater's Lesbian Pulp Fiction

2009-04-16T08:30:00.008-07:00

Remodel your mind
in the buff, can't get
enough,

passion peeling
the plaster, c'mon
baby, do it faster,

spread it thick,
another brick in
the wall,

turn off your
monitor, lick the
brick,

seduce her,
climb her mud-brick
palace, give her the phallus,

limestone plaster
chips inside her walls,
raise her hips, drink from
her chalice,

Sexual Pyramid,
her burial shaft set
in the courtyard, forested
in papyrus, escaping old connections,

remodel your mind
in the buff, another brick
in the wall makes for a complex
puzzle,

trace the hieroglyphs
that rain down the bricks,
incised with lust,

another brick
in the wall life-everlasting
begins with a journey through
the brick wall of fire and spitting
cobras into the hall of judgment.

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Sage Sweetwater That Voice of Wild Desire!

2009-04-08T22:55:00.013-07:00

Night of the Foal

midwife called
away in the middle
of the night, foal in the
barn, breech birth, Bureau
of Land Management knows
she's gay, witch's runes bloodline,
inheritance, her mother's jelly jars,
guitars, curry combs, pictures of strays
without homes, rodeo halters in the tack
trunk,

she cries
for firebrand,
a whiskey shot,
a taste, hot, whisper
escapes her throat, telephone
rings, she's out, rain pours, she's wet,
truck wipers on high, she's stoned on firebrand's
gay blade, the moisture drops she made, the landline
dropped, neon dim, bartender asks her to ensure they
won't eradicate mustangs, orphaned filly, midwife sees
turquoise beads dancing, seducing dance filling herself with
the pole, christened stripper on stage, firebrand's passion embedded
between her thighs, completed application, feral need, smoke the
weed, sagebrush filled basin, the grass remembered,

controversy led
to the feral law in
1959, the firebrand,
lips on fire, whiskey
beyond the soft phase,
midwife's hips raise higher,
"harder" she hears the firebrand,
voice of wild desire, more than she
can stand, bartender takes her truck
keys, drives her home, firebrand's screaming,
drops to her knees, witch's cauldron boils, 'o waning
moon, thy divine light I take, with salt, with firewater,
for lust's sake, with altar as anchor, this latex I bury, I
begin the flow'...

midwife called
away in the middle
of the night, foal in the
barn, breech birth, Bureau
of Land Management knows
she's gay, witch's runes bloodline,
she cries for firebrand. a whiskey shot,
telephone rings, she's out,

I...

Copyright 3/5/2008 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Sage Sweetwater's Juicy Gossip For the Cyber Tabloids

2009-04-06T10:55:00.009-07:00

Sage Sweetwater Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Eating the 1960's Horsetamer's Daughter Io's Fire! Discovered in the stable, straw on fire, smelled it in the air, Sage Sweetwater licks the woman here who spreads the mayonnaise to the very edge of the bread, wrote out the press release, "She's got pussy covered!"

dark palomino nipples, anointed from vigorous mint growing in her garden, and I kept pace, sucked confirmation she was untamable, I was fire, the art of the lesbian western fuck, we call it ro day o in a bedroll under the stars, found the dream under a pile of straw, coyote curled up her tail in the back of a hole, I was sleeping it off, the whiskey, temptation branding my thighs, smelled it in the air, can't fool me, there is a woman here who spreads the mayonnaise to the very edge of the bread, wrote out the press release, "She's got pussy covered!"... at the turn of the century, fire consumed a barn...in the early 1900s, she installed a device that released the horses, and barred their retreat into the burning barn...pussy fire brokeout, links fused, doors opened, prompting several things to happen; gate dropped, out door opened, manger collapsed, releasing ropes that tied...do you think I don't roll the pelt skin-side in to prevent drying, storing the strap-on in a burlap sack..I'm packing, I...

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Lattice Ass

2009-04-02T20:48:00.004-07:00

THE DELICIOUS WAFFLE-WEAVE OF LESBIAN SEXUALITY

Lattice Ass. How much pain? How much sexual arousal? How much playful indulgence? How much Jungian inner imagery? How much Akashic Record? How much sexual alchemistry? Do you see a pattern here?

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Sage Sweetwater Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Releases Lesbian Western DOMINGA RIO OF CUERO Adapted to Screen to be a Motion Picture!

2009-03-30T10:27:00.007-07:00

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A descendant of Spanish bloodlines, like mestenos, wild mustang offspring, DOMINGA RIO OF CUERO has the same spirit flowing from her mane of long, dark hair. She owns The Judas, the horse who rounds up the wild mustangs. A quarter of a mile from Cuero, there’s a wild rosebush. One red rose blooms. That is Dominga Rio. Some say that one red rose is a firecracker. When the mood hits her, she fires off an anvil ignited by gunpowder. It proves you can attract a lot of attention with a hot Spanish attitude and strong lesbian instincts.

Her Spanish ancestors didn’t have a cannon to fire off to defend the Texas Mission compound from the Apaches might they attack, so they stocked up on an arsenal of gunpowder and anvils.

In a gnarly fork, high up in the mulberry tree at her hacienda, there lives a serpent that never sleeps. That serpent would be the Texas media, more commonly known as THE RAIDER, a disreputable weekly gossip tabloid. They’re going to get Dominga Rio one way or the other, she’s somewhat of a celebrity. The Shadow Wolves, American Indians with U.S. Customs have leased the Judas to track illegal immigrants and smugglers on Tohono O’odham Reservation land in Arizona. Whether the Judas is rounding up wild mustangs, tracking illegal immigrants, flushing out smugglers of illegal Cuban cigars in a rivalry of tabloid media and cockfighting, or commissioned by the Tick Riders to round up tick-infested cattle on the banks of the Rio Grande from Laredo to Del Rio, Dominga Rio isn’t far behind.

The Texas media thinks Dominga Rio of Cuero spends too much time on the road in her white 1966 Cadillac hearse following The Judas and his handler. Adventure, not wealth or vanity is what brings Dominga Rio out.

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Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (Pump Handle Red and Winter Garlic)

2009-01-24T20:33:00.008-07:00

(Pump Handle Red and Winter Garlic)...Winter garlic is planted in the late fall and harvested in the late spring of the following year. The pump had to be primed by pouring a bucket of water into the hand pump and letting the water sit in the pump and pipe for ten minutes, not stroking the pump. Today, the water refused to flow. Levi took out her channel locks and screwdriver preparing to pull the pump head apart. She confirmed the leather seals on the stroke rod were worn. She replaced the seals, always keeping spare seals within reach. The can of red spray paint sitting on the shelf was looking good, too. She replaced the seals, reinstalled the pump head and primed the pump. After ten minutes, she pumped the handle and the water flowed. She gave the handle a fresh coat of pump handle red paint and went out to the garden to harvest her winter garlic while the pump handle dried.

The garlic cloves had grown beautifully. Last fall, Levi had dug the trenches, put in a layer of fertilizer and layed each individual garlic clove in the trench with the root end pointed down. She covered it with soil and then eight inches of heavy mulch. Today, she had two bushel baskets full of garlic. She headed back to her old farmhouse thinking about how hand pumps had been around for centuries, carved from early wooden ones from tree trunks to the cast iron one that came with the farmhouse. "What!" When she looked at the freshly painted pump handle, it was smudged. She looked around and saw no one, just a dove with red talons on the tree above. Oh, that's it, the dove perched on it. She would just paint it again, but now she was off to take a basket of the garlic to the late spring farmer's garlic market after she cleaned up.

Just a little ways down the road, she drove past a woman hitchhiking. She looked back in her rearview mirror, pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the woman to get to her. "Hi, where you headed?" Levi asked.

"To find some water."

"Get in." The woman somewhere in her late twenties opened the door and climbed in. "I'll get you some water."

Levi whipped the truck around and headed back to the farmhouse. When she pulled into the driveway, the woman said, "I didn't know it was wet."

"What is wet?" Levi asked.

The woman lifted her right hand like she was swearing an oath, her palm covered in red.

"Oh, it was you?"

"I left my bike with a flat tire behind your farmhouse. I knocked. No one answered. I pumped the handle for a cool drink - I didn't know it was wet."

"I was down in the garden harvesting my winter garlic. What's your name?"

"Pearl," the pretty woman said. Her dark pin curl was drooping on her forehead from the heat.

"Hi Pearl, I'm Levi." Levi pumped the handle and filled a ladle with the refreshing well water. Levi held the ladle and tipped it for Pearl to drink.

"So good, Levi, I'd like some more. Can I pump it - suck the water up the rod?" Pearl asked. "Those were the days." Pearl's rouge-stained cheeks came to life. Her lips quivered in answer to what Levi said.

"Mineral spirits," Levi said. She took Pearl inside the farmhouse to clean her hand with mineral spirits.

"Y--yes," Pearl stammered. Gold mining had left its mark.

"Must be original pump handle red--mineral spirits won't touch it," Levi said, rubbing Pearl's palm, but the red wouldn't come off.

Pearl took Levi's hand and plunged it down Pearl's cleavage. "Feel me, Levi." Levi inhaled the strong turpentine scent of the mineral spirits, her hand rubbing Pearl's breasts inside her Victorian lace bra. She worked Pearl's shirt up untucking it from inside her jeans. "I feel you, Pearl." She pushed Pearl back against the farmhouse wallpaper and pulled Pearl's shirt over her arms and head. "Bedroom's on the other side of this wall."

"Take me there, I..."

On the bed, lying upon a 19th century lace afghan, Pearl's sensuous lips touched Levi's in a passionate kiss of winter garlic. "I didn't know it was wet," Pearl whispered.

"What is wet?" Levi whispered. She unhooked Pearl's bra and slowly rubbed her back.

Pearl's ivory skin quivered with goose bumps.

"Those were the days," Pearl said, lifting her hips up off the antique four-poster mahogony wood bed, Levi helping her pull off her pants. "The girls always said..."

"Said what, Pearl?"

"My passion seethed in pump handle red. The girls said that in good working order," Pearl said. "Pussy is wet."

"Say it again, Pearl."

"Pussy is...wet," Pearl repeated. The antiquity in those lines! Levi pulled off Pearl's panties, soaked in revelation of passion. "Yes...Levi, yes...I can barely stand this waiting...I...I need you to negotiate."

Levi rose off the bed and went to her marble top dresser for the bottle of whiskey. "Pearl, have some of this." Pearl took a hearty swallow. Her clit grew out of its hood, big as a thumbhead stood up on end, hitchhiking it's way to Levi. Levi picked it up with her tongue, licking it up and down and whipping it around in a u-turn, leaving Pearl grasping the mattress until her knuckles turned white and her pussy lips turned pump handle red. "Suck it to Myers Avenue!" Pearl gasped. Levi pulled it with her lips and sucked it, pumping Pearl's clit between her teeth, milking Pearl out of her fluids. She had Pearl's clit so hard like a pump handle pipe. Levi reached under her mattress and took from underneath a spool of Teflon thread tape. She gave it four or five tight bulging wraps around Pearl's engorged clit, holding it with her thumb and forefinger, jerking it off into her mouth until Pearl ejaculated, shooting a fine spray of pussy juice into Levi's mouth. Pearl's clit was so slippery, the Teflon tape came off at the same time Pearl came by the lure of pump handle red, leaching wares of the past.

"I didn't know you were fire," Pearl whispered. "Now I must rest."

Levi kissed Pearl passionately as two women do. She took Pearl's wrist and turned up her red palm the mineral spirits wouldn't touch. Pearl whispered, drifting off to sleep, "Gold mining has left its mark."

Levi walked out behind the farmhouse to have a look at Pearl's bicycle. She took out a red tire pump and a tire-patching kit. There was no bicycle. There was a strong smell of mineral spirits in the air. She went back inside the farmhouse into the bedroom where she had left Pearl sleeping on the antique bed. There was no woman. There was a strong smell of mineral spirits in the air. Levi touched her lips to the whiskey bottle and took a hearty swallow. She could taste Pearl. Levi climbed in the truck and headed to the late spring farmer's garlic market. Up top of the hill to the cemetery, she saw a ghostly woman riding a red bicycle with white teflon tape streamers disappearing through the black wrought iron gates to the cemetery entrance. Madam Pearl DeVere's passion seethed in pump handle red. The girls said that in good working order, and so is Levi's pump handle red in good working order.

Copyright 1/24/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica

Sage Sweetwater created this original erotic lesbian story from how Sage envisions the true spirit of Madam Pearl DeVere and her true sexual preference, and why and what really caused her untimely death. If you are a fan of Sage Sweetwater, you know that Sage is quite fond of the legendary Madam of the most famous brothel "parlor house" The Old Homestead in Cripple Creek, Colorado near where Sage Sweetwater lives.

Authors Note: Colorado Firebrand Lesbian Novelist, Poet and Storyteller Sage Sweetwater visits Pearl DeVere at her grave at the Mt. Pisgah Cemetery just outside the city limits of Cripple Creek, Colorado. Every month, Sage leaves Pearl a half-full bottle of whiskey propped up against Pearl's tombstone and a live red rose. The local town wastrels usually take the whiskey, if so, Sage replaces another half-full bottle each month. Sage Sweetwater has written several poems on Authors Den based on the lovely Madam Pearl DeVere, Cripple Creek's wealthiest Madam and owner of The Old Homestead Parlor House (Brothel) which is now, in its form as a museum with all of Pearl's original furnishings in Cripple Creek.

Sage has written several poems, pertaining to the lovely Pearl DeVere, revolving around Madam Pearl DeVere's short-lived life. And most recently, Sage added a poem pertaining to Madam's girls in good working order, Azael Calhoun Tied the Reins Rains Pancake Worship. These poems can be read on Authors den at these links.

Azael Calhoun Tied the Reins Rains Pancake Worship
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Poverty Gulch
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Assaying Violet Fire
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Torchlight and Cobblestone: Mercy Street
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Gold Dust Pulpit
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Tombstone
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Judas
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Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (The Smokehouse Tales)

2009-01-18T18:39:00.009-07:00

(The Smokehouse Tales)...life for the pioneer woman revolved around the smokehouse. Smokehouses were once necessary for the preservation of meat during the warm weather. Kinsey Abbot came from a fourth generation of smokers. The smokehouse had the original chinking and clay daubing, the infill between the logs, with hog's hair binder. The holes in the back of the wall of the smokehouse made a draft to make the fire smoke well. All throughout the valley in the mountain climate rich with fertile soil, the smokehouse permeated the air. Women took notice.

Kinsey Abbot lit the fire in the pit. Hooks with salmon, bacon, and hams hung from the smokehouse rafters. She leveled off a teaspoon of cure per five pounds. She tossed in cracked pepper to dry-cure venison hard salami. Kinsey Abbot looked up from her cutting jerkey board and saw a woman dressed in a wrap-around skirt coming up the scaffoled steps into the big log front door of the mountain smokehouse.

"The smell drove me out," the woman said. "Hickory and pecan wood makes me want to get all dressed up." She was carrying a cloth bag in the same hand as her purse.

"Do you live in the valley?" Kinsey asked.

"Yes."

"What can I do for you?" Kinsey asked.

The woman pulled a two-pound block of gouda cheese wrapped in cheesecloth from the bag. "I'd like you to smoke this," she said. "Wine sits chilling."

"Take about an hour. Cheese is cold-smoked. Temperatures range from seventy to a hundred degrees - don't want to cook it and turn it into cheese soup."

"Can I wait?" the woman asked.

"Sure. It'll be ready at closing time - about an hour." Kinsey adjusted the ambient temperature. She filled an aluminum pan with smoldering woodchips and ice and placed it on the lower rack. She filled the drip bowl with ice instead of water to help reduce the internal temperature to keep it under ninety degrees.

While Kinsey had her back turned filling the pan with ice, the woman quietly walked over and locked the big log door. She picked out the corner next to the sausage stuffer on the original chopping block and sat in the corner on the wood plank floor, on a throw pillow covered in a log cabin scene and pine trees. Kinsey had these throw pillows in every corner, stacked four high.

When Kinsey turned around, her disbelief and total shock to what she saw raised the smokehouse temperature! The woman had removed her wrap-around skirt. She was sitting on the the throw pillow with her legs spread wide open, wearing a pair of boxer shorts with the fly open and protruding out of the fly was a big latex cock! She was packing! She was packing! Yes! She was packing!

"Oh my God! What are you doing!" Kinsey shrieked, watching the woman stroking the cock with her right hand, with a hard look of lust. This rare kind of thing puts a mountain woman right in her place! Free and in nature's way to do the only thing a woman can do! Fuck the smokehouse fire out of her and ice down her clit!

The woman looked up at the sausage stuffer and the non-verbal innuendo answered by her eyes sent Kinsey to lock the big log door, seeing it had already been done. Everything was coming up big logs! She thought, Fuck me, your cheese will be ready in - we have 50 minutes - Oh my God! OH! Apple, cherry, maple, pecan, hickory, cheddar, mozarella, swiss, gouda, fontina, provolone, parmesan, pepper jack off!

The woman removed the boxer shorts.

"You're just full of surprises," Kinsey said, now as naked as a smokehouse Abbot. "Aren't you?"

"And aren't you glad it's not a roll-up awning you roll up and stow away at the end of the seasoning?" the woman said, seducing Kinsey to take her sausage stuffer inside of her wet pussy. The smoke billowed from out back of the smokehouse, seen all throughout the valley. The women took notice. And so did Kinsey Abbot. The woman now showed her feminine side. She was wearing a pretty corsette harness in patent leather. This lovely little harness doubled as a piece of lingerie because of its unique, lace-up back piece. It was made of the same swirly velvet material as the front panel, the corset-like back laced up in the middle and was shaped so it pointed down. It sit right above the woman's ass, turning her ass into a sexy little heart shape. The extra material was lightly padded and provided added stability to keep the whole harness and cock firmly in place when fucking. There were little loops sewn on the inside of the front straps and the back piece to hold garter straps, to make out for one sexy contraption!

Kinsey reached up to the sausage stuffer table and pulled off one hog casing for sausage stuffing, and fitted it over the latex cock. "Get down on all fours and let me fuck you that way," the woman said. "First..." and before she could finish, Kinsey kissed her, pushing her tongue in the woman's mouth in the most erotic kiss in the most erotic smokehouse fire situation she'd ever been in. Kinsey put her knees on the pillows, and the woman fucked her pussy from the backside and fire poured from inside Kinsey's pussy in an old day setting of sausage making. The hog casing lubricated with Kinsey's pussy juice, the smokehouse condom adding that much more sexual excitement to the affair. "Deeper!" Kinsey cried, rubbing her clit with ice. "Root it deeper!"

For forty five minutes, the woman fucked Kinsey, on her knees and begging for more. At fifty minutes, Kinsey rose from her knees, washed her hands, and pulled the two pound block of cheese from the rack and wrapped it back in cheese cloth, while the woman dressed. She handed it to the woman. "No charge."

"Wine sits chilling...thank you," the woman said, unlocking the big log door.

"Salmon jerky is smoked longer and hotter than normal and gives the jerky more body and strength. It can be eaten as finger food with mustard or cocktail sauce," Kinsey said.

****

The Abbot girls keep the smokehouse fired. All throughout the valley in the mountain climate rich with fertile soil, the smokehouse permeated the air. Women took notice. The other Abbot girl, Lindsey Abbot lit the fire in the pit. Hooks with salmon, bacon, and hams hung from the smokehouse rafters. She smoked Atlantic salmon and configured jerky size pieces, coating them with a special seasoning and citrus tang rub. Lindsey Abbot looked up from her cutting jerkey board and saw a woman dressed in a wrap-around skirt coming up the scaffoled steps into the big log front door of the mountain smokehouse...

Copyright 1/18/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica

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Sage Sweetwater Geared for NEW LINE of Erotic Lesbian Stories

2009-01-16T21:37:00.003-07:00

Sage Sweetwater Geared For New Line of Erotic Lesbian Stories

January 2009

From the desk of Sage Sweetwater sending out to her fans a hot message steeped in sensuality with the laws of nature and the laws of lesbian attraction.

There has cum a time for newly anointed erotica. That one of a kind erotica is quilled by Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Sage Sweetwater and geared for future Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Adult Entertainment Multi - media. (SSLAEntertainment) properties. Graphic, physical details replete with extraordinary erotic storylines from relevant themes of nature; ocean to ancient, wheatfields to forests showcase Sage Sweetwater's erotic lesbian stories.

The sensual themes of Sage Sweetwater's lesbian erotica alone is staggering and shocking; quilting, rosemaling, stooking, hieroglyphics, coral heads and straw dollies.

Curiosity seekers and lesbian erotica aficionados and those who dwell in self - certainty are welcome.

Taking a pagan path, Sage Sweetwater's erotic lesbian stories are a spiritual journey, synonymous with tossing fate to the winds...

A sage, an outsider artist, Sage Sweetwater is timeless...a spiritual map for the erotic traveler whose intention it is to touch a silver labial chord with her readers sensitive to erotic language, landscape and seascape meant to capture the essence of nature and lesbian sexuality. Bookmark Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater for your erotic pleasure! The erotic stories will continue to be posted here at Bad to the Bone Firebrand Lesbian Novelist Blog and also at the OFFICIAL Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater at her other blogspot site, which is exclusively hot erotic lesbian stories.
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Until next time, I tend to the wheat fields dear readers...
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Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (Stooking Maris Widgeon)

2009-01-13T17:38:00.012-07:00

MARIS WIDGEON - Long stemmed hollow robust winter wheat grown extensively for thatching.

(Stooking Maris Widgeon)...

Maris parked her two-team horse wagon at the edge of her 200 acres, planted one-half in Maris Widgeon and one-fourth rye grass and clover, and one-fourth turnips. She took the farming papers, experimented with what was printed in them.

Maris cut the wheat with her sickle, very labor intensive. She kept a sharpening stone handy, as the wheat stalks blunted the scythe, so she stopped occasionally to sharpen her sickle.

She stooked the first row of wheat, eight sheaves to each stook, binding and tying them with baling twine, She propped the stooks up so they would get plenty of wind and sun to dry out. She made sure the stooks pointed north and south so the sun could get both sides of the stook. When setting the stooks up, Maris insisted on putting the two flat sides together, and giving the sheaves a flop down and let the pair of sheaves stand up by themselves so the sun and wind could get into the middle. She stopped to sharpen her sickle, hearing a woman's voice close by from the dirt road. "Hea, let me do rosemaling on your wagon?"

Maris looked around and saw a gorgeous woman to be about in her thirties, dressed in white painter's bib overalls. She had long, dark hair and she was wearing a black cowgirl hat. "Your sheaves need to dry out, it'd give me time for rosemaling your wagon," the woman said.

"What is rosemaling? I'm stooking Maris Widgeon, what I know about," Maris said.

"Is that sexual?" the woman asked, "new term for it?"

"In olden times, four seeds were planted in one hole. Goes somehow like this. One for the rock and one for the crow, one to rot and one to grow," Maris said. She kept on stooking the sheaves, letting her eyes wander on the woman's crotch.

"Name's Steinn, as in rock, runic form. I travel the countryside doing rosemaling, the Norwegian art of roses painted on churches, wagons, and tins. I say again, your sheaves need to dry out, give me time for rosemaling the sides of your wagon. What do I call you?"

"Maris, stooking Maris Widgeon," Maris replied. "Well then let's drive this wagon over to the barn, Steinn. Climb on."

"Drive on over to my truck and I'll grab my trunk, paint and brushes, Maris, stooking Maris Widgeon."

They pulled up into the barn, eight bays, ten yards long, and five yards wide, and a good height for stooking Maris Widgeon. "Whoa!" Maris stopped her team. "Let me unhitch my team and you can get started. What's this going to cost me?" Maris asked, raising her eyebrows.

"We'll see, Maris, stooking Maris Widgeon," Steinn traveled from county to county for merely room and board in exchange for rosemaling. She carried all of her belongings with her in a rosemaled trunk. She was ready today to try another form of commission for her folk art. Steinn looked around the barn for personal inspiration to apply the rosemaling to Maris's wagon. "What are these lovely wheat figures?" Steinn asked. These wheat ornaments were lying all around in baskets, some even hanging from ceiling sacks.

"They are thatched roof ornaments I make to put on the roof, hayricks and strawstacks. Cockerels, birds, foxes, pheasants, lambs, crosses, mells, churns, you name it, I've made it. The farmers buy them to attach to the ash pole at the gable of their corn rick. They call them straw dollies. Shows who owns the stack."

"Yea, I've seen them around - weather vanes spinning in the breeze," Steinn said. She pulled out a bottle of whiskey. "I just saw one of these dollies at the cider stand down the road, you make it?" she asked, handing Maris the whiskey.

"Yea, the fox thatch ornament keeps away the birds who pick at the apples in the orchard," Maris said. She took a nip. "Good cider!"

"Which one keeps away the birds who pick at your patch?" Steinn winked. She was using C and S strokes in her rosemaling design on the wagon, featuring scrolls and flowing lines with floral designs in a deep red color.

"Oh Steinn, there is no finer sight than to see a newly thatched rosemaler!" Maris took the brush from Steinn's hand, pushed her back against the wagon and kissed her hard, tongue's touching. "It's what you want for commission, isn't it?" She pushed her tongue to the back of Steinn's throat. Hearing Steinn moan was worth every salivating inch of it!

Steinn pulled Maris down in the straw in the first bay. She undid Maris's silver wheat sheaf belt bucket and slipped her hand inside Maris's jeans. She felt a wetness she had never felt before as she stooked Maris Widgeon. She finger fucked Maris with two fingers inside her. "One for the rock, one for the crow," Steinn whispered, going down. She licked Maris Widgeon in the ‘milky’ stage. She ate Maris's pussy, opening her sheave, leaving her hard stook standing, encouraging the growth of her clit to become even harder. Steinn saw that Maris's clit tapered, at the head (tip) end and larger at the node (butt) end. She sucked Maris's clit, requiring a long soaking time. Maris sprouted and began to smell! "Cash crop!" Maris cried.

Because working the straw for the wheat dolly had to be soaked sufficiently to render it pliable, Maris bent the cockerel in Steinn's buttend, puckered, roughly planting and sowing Steinn's orgasm. As reaper and binder in action, she fucked Steinn's ass with the cockerel thatched ornament, while eating her pussy, witnessing a return to the use of planting locally produced wheat.

"Stooking Maris Widgeon!" Steinn screamed. "Fuck my ass! Cock dolly!"

Maris took Steinn inside her home. Sheaves need to dry out. She stood Steinn upright for a couple of minutes and wrapped her up in the Amish quilt. And then into the night, they stooked Maris Widgeon in the scissor position, both of their clits touching one another, their legs entwined, rubbing clit to clit, "Crying the Neck." Harvest hymn sung out in orgasm, lustily, "Plough the Fields and Scatter".

It is unusual to see many old wheat dollies because it is common practice to break up the one from the previous year and sow the grains in the spring with the new planting.

They hitched up the team and drove the wagon with fresh rosemaling out to the field three weeks later to collect the dried out sheaves. Stooking Maris Widgeon, folk arts into the art of lesbian fucking, thatching and rosemaling...

Copyright 1/13/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier of lesbian erotica
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Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (Thimbles and The Shelf Life of a Quilt)

2009-01-07T16:27:00.007-07:00

(Thimbles and The Shelf Life of a Quilt)...Quilting is a historical part of women's history. A quilt bonds a woman to her inner artist and delivers warmth, often maintaining connections with a woman's homeland and family.

When Kate was a young girl, she went with her grandmother to her old-fashioned quilting bee every week. Her grandmother died and Kate, now in her forties, wanted to maintain a modern day connection to quilting. She had been saving up patchwork scraps for years, the squares that would eventually create the design on the top of her quilt.

Off to the Teton Quilters Retreat in eastern Idaho's Teton Valley, Kate flew into Jackson Hole's Airport with its 6300 feet runway, just north of Jackson, Wyoming with a glorious view of both Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. She rented a car and drove to the Teton Quilters Retreat.

Upon arriving, she was greeted by the hostess and introduced to seven other women quilters. The sewing room had eight quilting stations distinctively designed with the quilter in mind. Each station had its own swivel chair and an OTT light to provide true-color illumination.

There were two spacious cutting tables complete with large cutting mats and rulers. The two ironing stations had their irons ready to go. The sleeping quarters assigned to her was a room for two quilters, the log cabin room with two double beds made of logs.

The rest of the retreat was furnished with every amenity you could imagine to provide a memorable quilting experience.

Kate took her place in the quilter's circle, next to a woman maybe in her thirties, hair pinned up and donned in black-framed glasses with a quartz-bead chain dangling from them. She looked like the librarian type, prim and proper with a shyness about her. "Hi, I'm Kate," she introduced herself to the women.

"Hi Kate, welcome," the ladies greeted her back. The women made small talk and chatted about their hometowns and what brought them here to the Teton Quilters Retreat, except for the woman sitting next to Kate who was very quiet. Kate loved the way the woman smelled. She was wearing a beautiful fragrance that wafted in the air. The woman dropped her thimble. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me." Then the woman went down under the table to retrieve it. She put her head between Kate's thighs and sniffed hard.

Kate could feel the woman's breath on her jeans and movement of the woman's head in her pussy. Kate, shocked, adjusted her seat when the woman sat back down in her chair. She made eye contact with the woman. "I'm Ally," the woman said.

"Hi Ally, nice to meet you, If you'll excuse me, ladies, I think I'll go unpack." Kate excused herself and went to her assigned sleeping quarters. When she opened the door, she noticed someone was already assigned to this room. She felt her pussy lips swollen and the wetness between her thighs saturated her jeans. She pulled the curtains and darkened the room when Ally came in.

"Room mates?" Kate asked.

"Hmm...lovely," Ally said, locking the door. With her thimble still on her middle finger, she motioned Kate to the bed next to the wall. Ally unpinned her hair and unbuttoned her white cotton blouse, standing there in her bra. She removed her glasses and then her skirt. It was now that Kate knew Ally dropped the thimble on purpose. Kate, speechless, stared at the beautiful woman standing before her, thinking about the berries she ordered from tonight's dinner menu which would be served promptly at seven. Her clit pounded and she lost all self-control when Ally spoke. "Take your clothes off, Kate."

"What's the shelf life of a quilt, Ally?" Kate said, hoping she could stall Ally. Nervously she stared at a completely naked Ally now. Ally's nipples were hard leather nose companions to her breasts, rounded as the globes in a library. Her sparse pussy hair decorated her clit perfectly.

"Do I look like a librarian?" Ally asked Kate.

"Yes," Kate whispered.

"Pull your panties off, Kate." Ally instructed.

The sexuality flavored from scenes from How to Make an American Quilt. Kate took off her panties and Ally motioned to her to lie down on the bed. Ally rubbed Kate's clit with the thimble on her middle finger. She thimble-finger fucked Kate slow and deliberate. Kate tossed her head wildly from right to left on the pillow. Ally went down on Kate, licking her pussy rapidly and then slow and then stopping to rub Kate's clit with the thimble, and then eating her again, repeating it over and over. "I'm coming...ahh...filled out my dinner menu!" Kate screamed.

"You've got to put together all of the pieces," Ally said. "The art of quilting." Ally reached into her luggage and took out a leather harness studded with strips of leather and dangling thimbles. Unattached into the harness was a five-inch dildo. She laid it on the spare bed and pointed. "Put it on, Kate."

"What!"

"I want you to attach the dick and strap it on and give it to me," Ally said, uncapping a bottle of lube.

Kate sat naked on the other bed and observed the pieces, and began putting the pieces together. "Most of the quilting material from my grandmother's generation was from flour sacks and left over remnants."

"Kate, quick!" Ally gasped.

Kate walked over to Ally and knelt between Ally's legs on the bed. Ally poured lube on the dick as Kate rocked back and forth, stroking, gradually coming closer to Ally's pussy.

"Fuck me, Kate," Ally begged. All Kate could think of was the berries on the dinner menu. She dropped down with her head between Ally's legs and ate her pussy. She licked her from the bottom of her pee hole to top of her clit until she had Ally coming.

"Now I'll give you the main course," Kate told Ally, positioning herself once again between Ally's sticky thighs. Kate lubed and inserted the dildo and began fucking Ally in increments to add up to the length of the Jackson Hole runway! The thimbles bobbed wildly, dangling all around the harness, each time she stroked it in Ally's pussy, the thimble in back, touched its metal in Kate's asshole, sending her into orgasm, a most memorable quilting experience...

Copyright 1/7/09 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist,
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Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (Roping in the Jaguar)

2009-01-04T19:38:00.011-07:00

The need for writing and codifying has emerged with the dawn of history. The picture writing stage phonetically used pictures of things composed of the first alphabet of a picture's first indication and letter. Jada creates Arabic calligraphy she converts to lesbian decoration. She's a favored Arabic lesbian artist who's gained wide reputation and vast fame. Having mastered making ink of natural substances, Jada uses seeds of yam and glue. The black color she prefers, but there are other colors: red, blue, green, brown, purple and ruby. She adds fragrances to give ink good smell.

Jada placed a tealight candle in the bottom of the bowl of the oil warmer filled with patchouli oil as a ploy to lure the woman inside with an erotic scent through the open door.

The beautiful woman wore dark sunglasses, bright red lipstick, leopard print skirt and a black leather jacket. She walked past the shop everyday and peered in the window. "Why won't you come in?" Jada mouthed, making eye contact with the dark-haired woman through the window glass.

Jada uses the art of calligraphy as conveying lesbian eroticism. She desperately wanted to unleash her creativity on this mysterious woman, through hot lesbian sex. She wanted to create this woman spreadeagle on light and dark papyrus. She lusted for another medium other than stone, pottery, or leather to transcribe upon.

Today, the woman circled the shop twice, looking in the window both times. She was driving Jada wild with all of her seductive looks, this time flashing Jada a half-moon breast. Jada's pussy seethed like Cyprus papyrus reed that grows in freshwater marshes along the river Nile.

Jada began playing her Arabic tambourine of a fixed skin with 10 pairs of jingles from Beit Sherif in Zamalek, seducing the woman, hoping she would circle the shop again and the music would bring her inside. If erotic scent and music couldn't bring her in, nothing could...or could it?

Meanwhile...back in the alley...the woman's black jaguar car was parked in back of Jada's shop in the loading zone. She took a sturdy hemp rope fitted with a climbing hook on the end from her trunk. She uncoiled the rope and gave it a few swings and then threw the hook end up on the roof. It caught, and the woman pulled the rope between her thighs, readying herself to climb up the building walls and onto the roof. She teased her pussy with the rope, nearly giving herself an orgasm. She pulled herself up onto the roof and unhooked the claw hook and coiled up the rope. She walked over to the open skylight and removed the screen, and then set the claw hook into the roof and proceeded to climb down into Jada's shop. She was wild with desire at the smell of the patchouli and the exotic sounds of the tambourine jingles.

The woman, now inside the storeroom, had a plan to lure Jada in the back without scaring her so Jada wouldn't think she was a burglar. She called Jada's shop number on her cell.

"Hello, Pharonic Lesbian Coloring Books," Jada answered.

"Hello...can you come to the back in your storeroom...I have been walking by your shop for days and I think I have something you may want..."

"Are you my jaguar woman?"

"Come and see your desire." ... end call.

Jada locked the front door, put the closed sign in the window and turned out the lights. Her hard clit pounded and her pussy was on fire. Here was a lesbian pharonic coloring book artist who was about to unleash her animalistic desires through fucking a woman stranger as mysterious as the oldest calligraphies on Earth, the hieroglyphics and the jaguar.

What she encountered once she walked through the door of her storeroom was scented candles lit and the woman naked, her leather and jaguar thrown on the easels and the climbing rope dangling from the skylight. She was lying on the mattress made of papyrus. "Take off your clothes and move my clit ring with your tongue...I have wanted you for days...my name is Saja and I want you."

"You're a climber?" Jada asked, pointing at the rope. She undressed slowly, letting Saja take it all in. When Jada removed her panties, the gold ring piercing her clit glowed in the candlelight..."First, you move MY clit ring with your tongue. Saja." They both had clit piercings.

"Not a social climber, your climber. Would you settle for a 69?" Saja asked, not giving enough time for Jada to answer. Saja positioned herself over Jada's face setting her pussy down upon it, scenting her with the wildness of pussy. The video camera activated from the very first when Saja climbed down the rope.

Very vocally, the lapping and sucking sounds turned into wild cries of passion when each of them tugged on each other's clit rings simultaneously. Like harvesting papyrus, they ate each other out like the outer fibers of papyrus when they are peeled away and the core of the stalks are stripped, where comes the best quality from the center. Jada tongued Saja's clit in the bareness of her shaved pussy where the jaguar tattoo's tail touched her clit. Saja screamed like a wildcat caught in the Cyprus papyrus. They both coaxed each other "Lick it harder...lick it!" Jada licked the spotted tail, flicking Saja's clit ring with her tongue until she brought Saja to orgasm and simultaneously Saja made Jada come. Saja spread Jada's cunt lips and spit through her clit hoop, the warm spit landing on Jada's big clit, one when peeled back from the hood and pumped with the clit pump penetrated Saja's pussy in the missionary position with Jada on top, fucking her big erect clit into Saja's pussy, penetrating the wet, pink walls of her inner jaguar, tongue kissing passionately. The camcorder captured pharonic coloring book of lesbians in erotic poses which Jada would illustrate into erotic lesbian picture hieroglyphics.

"Who are you?" Jada asked. Her tongue tingled with pussy jungle juice and her sensitive purple clit throbbed from coming so powerfully.

"The woman who is your supplier of papyrus. You order from me online every month. I give you a discount. Now you know why. What would you like me to do with the rope?"

"Climb back up and out and then come in the front door and ask me out for dinner," Jada replied. "You know what I eat." Jada wiped her lips with Saja's leopard thong and polished both of their clit rings with Saja's thong...an artist who had unleashed her artistic desire and creativity through different means...the history and origin of the jaguar and hieroglyphics.

Copyright 1/4/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist,
unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica
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Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (Message in a Bottle)

2008-12-30T02:31:00.009-07:00

The ocean was the method of disposal and also that of boomerang serendipity. Clarice St. Martene threw the reisling bottle as far as she could. It caught air and drifted on the intoxicating wine fumes left inside. Her and Cassie sailed their relationship on kite strings, flying high on insomniac sex, only sleeping in between orgasms. The tip of Cassie's pink peninsula eroded into white sand in Clarice's mouth where they were both anchored off the clitoral swell. Clarice being a yacht agent knew about the message in a bottle..."I hope this reaches a woman who I know had been roughed up by the pirates. Her name is Cassie Reinhold. If this message in a bottle reaches you and you were able to retrieve it, please call me..." and then the phone number.

The sails were woven colorfully with threads of contradiction. It's a land of priests and pagans, pirates, and saints. The Mafia Godfather said there may be some bizarre connection to the kidnapping. "Get your feet a great massage, St. Martene...my Marina was absent for three months...and then...one day, she appeared out of nowhere with a cask of a rare aged wine...and we drank....and we fucked like we never fucked before...so you see, you miss the woman, then she appears and you fuck like you never fucked before..."

International bluewater, the question to reef or not to reef. Whether 'tis easier in the end to weather the gusts and torrents of outrageous squalls, or to take arms against a sea of troubles. It gave Clarice St. Martene time to furl Triangle's Island. She'd been pulling sails up all of her life, like a Venetian blind and she was tired of it. Six hundred miles from the Galapagos Islands, Main and job flogged cannon shots in the pelting wind, driving the gunwale under. This can't be happening, Clarice thought, in drop-jaw astonishment. The illusion sluiced up to her pussy. She put her hand down under panty line and fingered her pussy anticipating a reciprocal course, navigating foreplay.

Her affair at sea had been with the very lucid copper-skinned Cassie Reinhold. The cell phone rang. "Hello."

"Hello, is this Clarice St. Martene?"

"Yes, speaking."

"Ms. St. Martene. I have found your message in a bottle."

Clarice listened to the voice. It was right behind her, trailing with a yard of candle and a message in a bottle. "Cassie! Cassie!"

Cast as the "Mafia Godfather," the yacht pilot came up from the pilot house and served wine. Clarice St. Martene loved to play out the kidnapped fantasy with Cassie.

Cassie had chartered the yacht for a two-month instructional cruise. She prided herself on learning the ropes of big boat sailing. Mentally conditioning herself to be sea worthy threw her into the arms of well-endowed Clarice St. Martene, a gorgeous lesbian whose tongue swam in Cassie's salt-lick anus. Her face could have launched a thousand ships. "Pure ambrosia, darling." Those words slipped off Clarice's tongue as smooth as they were buried in Cassie's salty asshole or her pussy, either orifice.

They took turns snorkling the abyss of each other's spindrift cunts. They sucked on each other's cinnamon-oiled clits as the warm chinook breeze puffed out the sails, propelling them deeper into erotic paradise. Lapsus Linguae! (Slip of the tongue).

"Clarice, Clarice..."

"What is it, Cassie?"

"Tie my hands with the ropes. You're going to lose me overboard if you don't. Please. I need you to live up to your billing as we come to know each other more deeply."

They were fucking on the raised sette on starboard that converted into a queen-size sea berth. The personal dignity of Cassie's request required that conversion immediately. Tie you, yes...and resuscitate you with the cold vodka. They kissed freely, and then the request was honored. "If you don't come, I quit my job," Clarice said. "I want you to come to where the coral heads lie in wait."

A beautiful yacht agent fulfilling a primitive passion bound in hemp, Cassie Reinhold's hands tied to the bed, there are simply no words to describe the immediacy of this moment. Cassie tossed her head wildly from side to side when Clarice ate her pussy. "I have you in full hoist submerged in such passion, Cassie. I'm interpreting every move you make. I want your anus." Clarice rimmed Cassie's asshole with such passion not unheard of for a woman to do. Clarice's anal tongue flare showed up in the brilliance of the candlelight reflecting in the mirror. Cassie watched it all, as she was looming close to orgasm, Clarice put a piece of frayed, rough cord in her mouth and touched that end to Cassie's anus. Cassie came with such force, she turned a deep scarlet. The feeling of the frayed cord touching her anus running with pussy juice and Clarice's hot breath blowing on her there Lapsus Linguae! (Slip of the tongue) sent her into waves of climax with an open-faced honesty about itself. Clarice touched the coral head to Cassie's clit, buzzing rumors of a "pirate attack." Clarice St. Martene threw the reisling bottle as far as she could into the ocean.

Copyright 12/30/08 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica
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Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (Working in Harness)

2008-12-29T00:34:00.015-07:00

Some Virginia planters had as many as six horses. Charley June's clients are typically rich and want the best. She supplies the equestrian set with saddle and harness. In her barn are rolled-up hides, partially finished leather products, and scrap baskets filled with bits of leather. Nothing is wasted. Nothing has changed in the trade during the past two centuries for the saddle makers who deal with the 'carriage trade.' Saddles still are made by hand today. The tools are the same. Saddles and harnesses do not lend themselves to industrial mass production..

Victoria Dupardeau went bounding on horseback through the fields and forest wanting a"good seat." She wanted to fuck Charley June covered in cheesecloth to prevent spitting, what the English saddle-frame makers used over beech wood, the makers of the tree of the saddle, the skeleton in other words. Victoria had only an apprentice understanding of leather and lesbianism. You could say she was a 'good hand' not so much as learned as absorbed.

Charley June enjoyed a strapping reputation as a "harness lover." She was telling the woman customer, "with traditional tools, techniques, and materials, my harnesses should be in a museum." With a wink, Charley June ran a piece of thread made from hemp coated with beeswax under her tongue, (with eat me like pig skin erotic insinuation) and attached a flexible boar's bristle to the end of each thread to stitch through the fire bucket.

Victoria Dupardeau had a fire in her eighteenth-century pussy and she was fighting to stay in the saddle. The system of straps connecting a woman to an animal was a product of intense freedom and as sexually classy as a woman's sidesaddle that few women, and only those of the highest class rode in colonial America during the late 1700s. And there were postilions used by carriage drivers, portmanteaus for luggage, and racing saddles to add weights to handicap jockeys. Making and repairing saddles kept a good saddlemaker in business. Victoria Dupardeau's pussy lips were swollen in her jeans, and her uncontrollable desire to rip her zipper downward and show Charley June the juicy detailed execution that comes from hands-on experience was nearing the front of the barn door, where it would soon burst open with an introduction and a proposition that would keep Charley June in production for the first quarter, and we're not talking leather parts for bellows!

The insides of Victoria Dupardeau's jeans were soaked, and Charley June had been "lovin" that womanly scent since the age of thirteen. A barn, two thirteen year old girls, and a bed of straw turns a girl into a woman who is accustomed to it from early learning. Charley June and the girl watched out the barn window, and they knew in quickness to pull up panties, zip jeans and wipe lips, gargling with a stashed bottle of cinnamon mouthwash. because you know, pussy breath is so wonderfully overpowering and unmistakably revealing of the act.
"What can I do for you?" Charley June asked.

"My name is Victoria Dupardeau. I want something for this...can you accomodate me?" Victoria Dupardeau held up a "pistol bucket" or saddle holster. Charley June smiled and took the leather in her hands and sniffed. "Is your horse outside?" Charley June asked.

"How did you know?"

"I smell fresh horse lather on the leather. It's purely intoxicating, like that other smell. Hi, I'm Charley June." She extended her hand out to Victoria Dupardeau.

"Look inside," Victoria Dupardeau said.

Charley June peered down inside the pistol bucket. Smiling, Charley June nodded. "Be right back. I have what you need up in the loft."

Victoria Dupardeau had a look around at the leather collars for dogs, bear, and deer. As a leather and lesbian apprentice, she came to appreciate each piece she touched. She picked up a pigskin handle of a long driver's whip and fell to her knees in the straw, swearing that she would get a good grip on Charley June. Hogskin had the texture to be soft and daring and teeth-baring. Victoria Dupardeau was not vocally shy and not yet knowing it, neither was Charley June. Voice was particularly versatile in passion, cries and screams, and vocal appreciation for orgasm.

"Can you come up to the loft, Victoria?"

"Should I bring anything up?"

"Cheesecloth and pigskin," Charley June answered.

How did she know? Victoria whispered under her breath. A woman can tell. A woman knows when she wants the hide, its strength and its grain housing an object of supreme pleasure and sensual rapture.

Victoria Dupardeau climbed up to the loft and fell to her knees when she saw Charley June lying naked in the straw, working in harness. She had a thigh harness strapped on, with O-rings and adjustable D-rings for a fine-tune fit for any size dildo in Victoria Dupardeau's pistol bucket. The lube represented vocal independence and its insertion into the fire of eighteenth century pussy. "Fuck me into colonial Williamsburg!" Victoria Dupardeau undressed, her femininity unbound for apprenticeship, not in the traditional strap-on waist harness. She squatted down over Charley June's strapped thigh and impaled herself on the lubricated cock free of the saddle holster she went bounding on horseback through the fields and forest wanting a "good seat." She took the cock deep on the downstroke as Charley June pumped her thigh to meet in supreme pleasure and sensual rapture with Victoria Dupardeau's cries and screams, and vocal appreciation for orgasm. Charley June rose up from the bed of straw and covered herself in the cheesecloth, making a hole for the cock strapped to her thigh. Victoria Dupardeau kneeled and sucked Charley June's cock and fucked Charley June's pussy with the pigskin handle of a long driver's whip. Hogskin had the texture to be soft and daring and teeth-baring.

Victoria Dupardeau's breasts made a request to be cradled between Charley June's thigh harness. The lube represented vocal independence and its insertion into the fire of eighteenth century cleavage. Charley June stroked eight inches from cleavage to Victoria Dupardeau's mouth, back and forth in lubricated bliss. Victoria Dupardeau's nipples demanded to be sucked passionately into entry of Charley June's ledger and order book."Suck me hard, and then go down with your mouth," Victoria whispered.

A modern day lesbian maker of saddles and harness feels the same way as her lesbian predecessors, because little has changed in the trade during the past two centuries. and nothing has changed about eating pussy. Charley June's tongue flicked apart Victoria Dupardeau's pussy lips and she licked her like a "clam," a clamp that held leather, but left hands free to stitch. When it came to stitching leather, Charley June worked to produce an effect known in the trade as "finish." Finish reflected pride of craft, skill, and a thorough knowledge of the material. Virginia is a great place to practice the craft. "Look outside," Victoria Dupardeau said, pointing out the loft window. Charley June saw a carriage rolling toward the barn. They gargled with a stashed bottle of cinnamon mouthwash, because you know, pussy breath is so wonderfully overpowering and unmistakably revealing of the act.

Copyright 12/29/08 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica
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DOMINGA'S Script, Skulls, and The SCREENWRITER

2008-12-20T05:51:00.009-07:00

Sage Sweetwater uses the right genre for the story. A Lesbian Western. There are 11 major film genres and scores of sub-genres. A genre is a brand that the audience recognizes and Sage Sweetwater's fans recognize her special story structure with unique story beats; a special heroine, opponent, symbols and themes. Sage Sweetwater hitting all these unique elements of her genre is essential to her success. It's what the audience pays to see. It's where you pay your dues to be in the game.

Sage Sweetwater and the SCREENWRITER know hit films always have a strong spine. A strong spine comes from a single cause-and-effect line: having a main character who takes a series of actions to reach a goal. Sage Sweetwater spends a lot of time exploring her character's premise line, and DOMINGA'S script has craft elements the SCREENWRITER and Sage know well. Blockbuster films don't come from big stars. They come from blockbuster stories. They come from writers who use different techniques than other writers.

SKULLS and DOMINGA RIO OF CUERO integrate Hollywood, and Hollywood is interested in one thing: a script with blockbuster potential! Because the revenue from films is now global. The typical hit film makes more money from foreign revenue than it does from the U.S. Pair that with the exorbitant cost of making, selling and distributing a film and you've got an entertainment community that won't even look at a script unless it has blockbuster written all over it. The Tick Riders playing poker with DOMINGA RIO OF CUERO and Sage Sweetwater holds all of the cards!

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Lesbian Author Sage Sweetwater Makes Available Cliff Notes From Her Lesbian Arctic Novel

2008-11-21T15:11:00.010-07:00

Lesbian Author Sage Sweetwater Makes Available Cliff Notes To College Students For Term Papers, Essays, and Dissertation Writing From Her Lesbian Arctic Adventure Novel Sweetwater's Run: In the Spirit of Nome's Great Race of Mercy

Cliff Notes are a summary of a much longer work designed to allow a student to quickly learn the key points of the longer work.

Sweetwater Productions Cliff Notes Widget is available on Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Entertainment News LiveJournal Website where the Cliff Notes will be housed. Sage invites you to download the widget to embed into your blogs, websites, and desktop by clicking on the Options at the bottom of this widget.

Creative and intelligent women with influence have always created hostility by far more than praise. We're talking about authors Sweetwater and Erica Jong.

Erica Jong creates a different historical character of Sappho in her novel, Sappho's Leap. It is her version of a female historical heroine. Who did Sappho really love? Why did she really jump off that cliff? Jong writes not of Ovid's portrayal of Sappho, who was molded to fit the persona of a lover and artful seducer of young girls - a tragic stereotype of a victim of heterosexual heartbreak who killed herself for a man? Jong testifies that she wrote the novel to correct centuries' worth of fictions about Sappho she finds mocking and unfair.

Sage Sweetwater, like Jong, invents a Sapphic Odyssey as she steers Sweetwater's Run: In the Spirit of Nome's Great Race of Mercy with the power of the dog sled into the realms of the Arctic. Raw passion under the dim light of the seal-oil lamp demonstrate the uniqueness of this lesbian author Sage Sweetwater.

It is said that Erica Jong's celebrity will never rest on her literary talents, and quote by Joy Connolly who teaches classics and political theory at Stanford University. "This is a book, after all, in which a friendly centaur can revive a languishing maiden with an ''arc of fire'' from its ''enormous'' phallus. But her effort to bring to life an ancient writer engrossed in politics, family and the creation of poetry is a relief from the relentlessly everyday sincerity of much current ''women-oriented'' writing. If only she had confronted the real historical mystery of how Sappho made her way in the violent, male-dominated world of ancient Greece -- such a novel would have done justice to the remarkable woman that Sappho obviously was."

College and University students are often asked to submit book reports, essays, term papers, and dissertation writing for their assignments. For this reason, and as a qualified writer, Sage Sweetwater is making available her Cliff Notes from her research on her novel, and as professional assistance with thesis.

Copyright 11/21/2008 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

http://sagesweetwater.livejournal.com/

Sage Sweetwater, Porterhouse, Shay Dillon at SOUNDCLICK!

2008-04-27T13:09:00.004-07:00

The mission of music and movie making and hooking up with the right people! From Rosie O'Donnell to Melissa Etheridge! Celebrities and Iceland sunrises!

PORTERHOUSE (Finnur Bjarki)

It all started as project alias and a band several years ago. First in spring 1993 and first two songs released in 1994. More to follow. There comes a time in life when you have to ask yourself if you're on the right path! And In spring 2006 a serious event changed everything. Priorities have changed and from that day, we don't take our music for granted!

http://members.soundclick.com/mindbullets

SAGE SWEETWATER

Sage Sweetwater a multi-talent (workaholic Author, Novelist, Poet, Lyricist, Songwriter. Her books are heading for the big screen and being adapted by Screenwriter Tim O' Riley. Shay Dillon the phenomenal vocal artist has graced us with singing some of our songs on an upcoming album (working title Lavadust) and so has Paul Kraushaar Producer.

http://members.soundclick.com/sagesweetwater

SHAY DILLON

Hailing from Nashville, Shay Dillon began as a young performer with her first appearance on Nashville television at the age of 13. She continued on as a teenage singer performing in Honky Tonk bands as well as personal appearances with other working musicians in the Nashville area. Over the past 5 years, Shay has been performing in Northern California and building a fan base throughout the region.

http://members.soundclick.com/ShayDillon

Rosie O'Donnell (The View) Topix Entertainment Page
Shay Dillon put the word out about Sage Sweetwater to Rosie O'Donnell

http://www.topix.com/who/rosie-odonnell/2008/01/enjoy-the-view-when-joy-behar-visits-nepa-on-friday

Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

Sage Sweetwater in Association with PARA-SIGHT RECORDS AND PRODUCTIONS

2008-03-03T20:51:00.008-07:00

Sage Sweetwater Promoting Shay Dillon on SoundClick.

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=565956

Shay Dillon and Paul Kraushaar of Para-Sight Records and Productions in Nevada City are working closely with Porterhouse Music, owner Iceland Composer/Songwriter Finnur Bjarki, music director for Sage Sweetwater's novel-to-film adaptation FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA. Shay Dillon is singing the songs for the soundtrack. Thank you Finn. Thank you Shay and Paul. Thank you fans.

http://www.para-sight.com/

http://www.porterhouse.is/

http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

Sage Sweetwater on the OPEN ROAD at Amie St Promoting PORTERHOUSE!

2008-02-18T13:01:00.006-07:00

Sage Sweetwater stops off at Amie St to promote Open Road, the hot woman-to-woman song by Porterhouse sung by Shay Dillon for the movie soundtrack FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA, novel-to-screen adaptation.

Shay Dillon with Porterhouse sings this song with a whispery to raspy vocal range of the Open Road...this song is jammin' damn sexy!! It is the kind of song that will spark romance from nighttime fireflies from the day's Harley ride to the cowgirl saddle fit perfect with a big screen movie soundtrack! Feet in the breeze on the footpegs and stirrups! (Sage Sweetwater)

http://amiestreet.com/user/sagesweetwater

The STORYKNIFE

2007-12-31T19:01:00.000-07:00

Child of the reindeer people, Eskimo women who herd reindeer in the Arctic, goes on a journey in search of an ivory carver to carve her a storyknife
THE STORYKNIFE...

Since the 1700s, young Eskimo girls have spent hours every day telling each other stories by illustrating the tales by drawing pictures with storyknives. The storyknife has an ivory handle and blade and is etched with scrimshaw pictures such as fish, seals, and polar bears native to the land.

Playing storyknife is bound by rules like all games. Several girls sit in a circle. They smooth a small patch of mud or snow between them with their storyknife.

The girl telling the first story begins by sketching a floor plan of an Eskimo home with her storyknife, setting the stage for the drama. Next she draws the characters using stick figures as they arrive on the scene. Characters cannot speak or act until they have been drawn and must be erased when they leave the scene. When the first girl has finished her tale, another immediately begins sketching her story.

Traditionally, the game is played only by girls. It provides a creative outlet and is a way for them to work through their made-up dramas and learn the moral and practical lessons. It is essential to Eskimo life and customs that are taught to them by their mothers.

With her head wreathed in frost and the pent-up energy of spring, eleven-year-old Meeka set out on foot to lead the reindeer across the Arctic tundra. The women reindeer herders were moving their herds across the tundra so they could graze and fatten, some to be harnessed to sleds to pull not oversized loads, but fair loads. Herding meant keeping on the move throughout the year to search out good grazing, the reindeer meat and skins replacing the years of the shrinking whale harvests.

Meeka collected moss and heather along the way. She has kinship ties with the reindeer. She is from another land, not this one, now a young girl on the verge of womanhood. She expresses her needs, talks about her worthiness, asks for cooperation, and prays for survival. Her safety was an issue for her mother before she was even out of the womb. The only way humans and animals have for learning to abandon fear is to leave the frightening situation altogether.

Meeka took from the pocket of her reindeer fur coat, a piece of raw, frozen reindeer dipped in mustard sauce. At the heart of traditional nomad life near the Arctic Circle, Woman and Reindeer become almost related. Reindeer, also called caribou, are everything to these women reindeer herders as they are food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Storyknife fascinates Meeka, but because she isn't originally from this land, she doesn't own a storyknife, didn't even know the game of storyknife existed before coming to this new land. To be able to be in the game and tell a story, a girl has to own one of the prized storyknives. You can only get one from one of the women ivory carvers and there aren't too many, but Meeka knew just where there was an Eskimo woman who carved ivory. She just followed her nose to those remembered currents of air where she recalled the smell of rank air from a-day-old nanook slaughter, nanook being the Eskimo word for polar bear.

"Are you the child who leads the reindeer?" the Eskimo woman asked her.

"Yes, I am the child who guides the reindeer for your people," Meeka answered, memorizing the gamey aroma of fresh polar bear meat.

"Is your mother the one who lassos the galloping reindeer?"

"Yes, she is the one who lassos the reindeer."

"Will she share with me some of her reindeer stories one day?" the Eskimo woman asked, handing Meeka a chunk of raw bear meat.

"Yes, I think she will be willing---even eager to share her reindeer stories."

"Are there many stories?" the Eskimo woman asked.

"There are many stories...twelve-thousand hooves worth, tucked in behind their muscled flanks," Meeka said, and she knew every one of them, steam rising from their dun-colored backs.

"The way you tell it child, that's three-thousand stories. Nanook hunters and reindeer herders are special people. We just want to be who we are," the Eskimo woman said.

It is true . These people live in a totally different dimension and follow ancient ancestral teachings of hunting and herding. They have hung on to tradition. That is how they survive the modern era.

When the scientists and environmentalists ask the Eskimo woman, "How many in the polar bear population, how many do you have?" she replies, "We do not have figures, but we know the pattern. For thousands of years, our people have known the pattern, no numbers, but we know."

She can't understand why they won't accept that knowledge and spend millions on polar bear studies. "It's just part of the cycle, the thousand-year cycle," she says. What the scientists call global warming, she calls the "thousand-year cycle," why her sled dogs got their new fur in February, months later than usual. "Are you lost, reindeer child?"

"No, I am not lost...I am found. Because I am worthy of one, I have come to ask you to carve me a storyknife. I have prayed for this storyknife and my desire for one is so keen."

"Do you have a story to tell, reindeer child?"

"Yes I have a story to tell," Meeka replied. "I have this soapstone with grooved edges. I have moss and heather for a wick to be laid into the grooves cut into the rim and I have seal blubber when melted makes oil to feed the wick to make light. Will you take this bowl of soapstone and use it for a lamp in trade for a storyknife?"

"Let me see this simple light," the Eskimo woman said, curious to see if it would make enough heat to cook her raw bear meat. The term Eskimo was coined from the American Indians meaning "eaters of raw flesh." Frequently unable to cook their food while traveling during the winter, Eskimos are accustomed to eating uncooked meat and raw fish. "Can we light it up?" the Eskimo woman asked.

"Yes, let's do that," Meeka agreed.

Where did you get this, reindeer child?" the Eskimo woman asked, fascinated with the seal-blubber lamp melting the blubber and the oil floating the sawtooth piece of moss wick after Meeka lit it with a match that was as precious as the soapstone, both the match and the soapstone making the long journey with Meeka and her mother from their homeland to this new polar land.

"From a sea-faring whaler woman who carved soapstone from inside the far top of a lighthouse. Clay and firewood is scarce in my homeland, so they carve soapstone lamps for light and to heat meat and fish."

"May I?" the Eskimo woman asked, picking up the lamp. She set it on a tripod of stones.

"Yes heat nanook and give me your answer...I must be on my way before dark you'll understand."

The Eskimo woman digested the warm chunk of nanook. "On the seventh day, my cold world is created from the warmth of this bowl you call soapstone. I have a piece of walrus tusk and I will work it every night for seven days by the light of this lamp with enthusiasm for the reindeer child who says she has a story to tell. What do you want carved on the handle and engraved in scrimshaw on the blade, reindeer child?"

"A seal," Meeka replied, then she was off to Brigade Twelve where her reindeer caravan was, her and her mother the leaders of the women reindeer herders, earning their positions because in the spring they dressed like the cards---hat, colorful tunic and leotards, and pointed ankle-high booties, like the queen in a deck of playing cards, Sami, Norwegians who are the best reindeer herders in the world.

Brigade Twelve is set up for spring calving grounds, many of the female reindeer pregnant. There is plenty to eat, good grazing here, clumps of white and pale green lichens buried under the snow, the staple food of the reindeer in the winter and well into the spring. When Meeka got back to reindeer camp, her mother was putting up their shelter made from a bowhead whale rib and reindeer skins, the shelter they will occupy for the next few months until the female reindeer calve.

"Meeka, light up the seal-oil lamp...I want to tell you a story about the lead reindeer," her mother said.

"Mother, I am sorry we will have no light from the soapstone. I have traded it to an Eskimo woman who is carving me a storyknife from a piece of walrus tusk."

"That soapstone was so precious to you, daughter."

"So are stories, mother," Meeka said.

"If your storyknife draws a story from the heart, then it is a fair trade. We can move our shelter closer to the other womens' tents and we can borrow the shadows given off by their light."

"Thank you for your cooperation, mother. I am worthy of this storyknife in an unselfish way and my desire for one is so keen. I do not need it to fit in. The Eskimo girls have accepted me and for that I want to get in the game."

On the first night, the rough line of the storyknife was created, then the Eskimo woman settled in and snoozed after she snuffed out the seal-oil lamp. Management of native resources such as the walrus tusk is inseparable from spirituality. Her village's responsibility is to care for the terrritory, sustain and share the indigenous bounty.

On the second night, the storyknife took shape. Remaining true to her roots, like her ivory-carving ancestors, she held the mouthpiece of her bow drill made of thong and bone between her teeth, giving her a free hand to work sawtooth ridges in the harpoon-point blade so it will draw sharp pictures in the mud and snow.

On the third night, through the immortal spirit of the ivory, it was evident the storyknife had retained the curve of the walrus tusk. She perfected the lines, knowing the storyknife would have to be perfect to compliment the reindeer child's storylines. Pleased with the personality it took on, the woman opened her tin of biscuits and had tea warmed by the seal-oil lamp to symbolize her proud achievement thus far.

On the fourth night, she exaggerated the line by carving elongated roundness into the handle the likeness of the seal. Eskimo languages have no word for "art." No other word can adequately describe the beauty of the ancient traditions of ivory carving.

On the fifth night, not letting the seal-oil lamp burn full, in the dim shadows, she sanded the storyknife sleek and smooth. She snuffed out the seal-oil lamp early, without fear of having no oil for...

...the sixth night, in the age-old tradition of scrimshaw, she engraved a spirit helper seal on the blade. To bring out the lines, she blackened the etching with soot, unburned carbon from the oil lamp.

On the seventh night, she polished the storyknife with bear grease to give it an afterlife where in the food chain, the polar bear ate the walrus and the Eskimo woman ate the bear.

And that is the story of the storyknife. The nether world familiar that will give the storyknife its spiritual potency and storytelling power will be the seal...

Copyright 2005 Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist
http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

Sage Sweetwater's YEAR 2007!

2007-12-30T13:28:00.000-07:00

From the desk of Sage Sweetwater, a look at Sage's Year 2007! Or was it the year 1887? This one's for your calendars girls...and your bedside table...

JANUARY 2007
The Firebrand aka Sage Sweetwater, dressed in black, she had a pair women held to their lips, after hours full house, deuces wild!

She headed east
to west to every
saloon that had
a Faro table,
carried with her,
a deck of playing
cards, originally
made by Jazaniah
Ford, c. 1785, this
deck by Samuel
Hart, c. 1848 in her
century,

she looked for the
sign "Bucking the
Tiger," a common
name hung on signs
outside gambling
establishments,

dressed in black,
she had a pair
women held to
their lips, after
hours full house,
deuces wild,

she won big,
they tried to
keep her down,
but watch her,
toss out the house
jokers, she's got the
crowd following her,

she fished the
stolen brass jailer
keys from the pockets
of their Leadville trousers,
cheaters, liars, and
whiskey fucked - up
drunks,

she left her
SS signature
spur rowel
marks from
her Powder
River spurs,

anted up
each Faro
poker hand
with Colt .45
cartridge boxes,

she has the
fastest quill
in the West,
DRAW!
before you
know it, she's
dulled another
nib, puts on
a fresh one,
dips her firebrand
style in the ink well,
gets her inspiration
from the saloon
piano...

Buffalo Gals
Won't You
Come OUT
Tonight...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

FEBRUARY 2007
Jesse James, Cigars, Corsets & Smoking Ponies: The Warrior Nun Rides! She walks in line with a sage religion...there's none so high, none so rich, none so profane, none so fucking religious!

Jesse James shoots from
her shooter strapped to
her hip, grows roses next
to cactus plants, redneck
woman, like her or not,
she doesn't give a rip.

Howling coyotes wail,
endless sagebrush
whips her split - tail,
Jesse James handles
many errands on the
trail.

Jesse James is not overpaid
for all of this. There's none
so high, none so rich, none so
profane, none so fucking religious!

No matter how stormy the night,
Jesse James will set the scene right,
chalk slateboard, take 1, scene 1.

Smoking ponies, out to put them
long, black cigars to good use,
take the corset off Lotta Crabtree,
the cigar advertisement girl for
Israel W. Munroe & Co.,
in Jesse's burlesque, Lotta rolls
off the sofa and shows more than
a simple ankle, Jesse James' long,
black cigar in, smoking ponies!

Copyright 2006 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

****I****I****I****I****I
****I****I****I****I****I

WARRIOR NUN

Smoking Guns! Blazing Garters! She's habit! She walks in line with a sage religion. A wise existence, she's the Warrior Nun. When she walks by, tip your hat. She's a lady far and wide.

She'll flip a Sacajawea dollar coin in your favor. Speak to you a kind word. She's all pussy. She comes out at night to play with the stars and flirt with the moon. She has her Book of Shadows and rituals. Coons sneek and night birds come to light when she puts on her collar of white. She's pure, celibate, and bright.

Cowgirl by day, Warrior Nun by night, she has the crucifix aligned just right. She's in touch. Can you feel her? Do you want to feel her? She's Truth.

The Warrior Nun ...

Copyright 2006 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

MARCH 2007
Lesbian Allegory
Sage Sweetwater weaving traces of Hermetic philosophy coinciding with the Total Lunar Eclipse, the earth as in regard to the moon, sun and stars...lesbian sensibilities afire!

Allegory - a series of linked metaphors...

Metaphor sees, Allegory thinks...

Pussy reacts...HOT!

Sage Sweetwater uses elaborate pagan symbolism. Ancients used it and it applies a hidden meaning. Buried under the literal surface, ZODIACAL WOMAN lies beyond a realm of mystical knowledge with intelligible lesbian meaning. The hidden symbolic Truth flows from Fire of Passion!

ZODIACAL WOMAN has a lode of inner meaning that defies exhaustion, in which Sage Sweetwater uses scandalous passages for her literary method. The wisdom, thereby, is lesbian principle. I don't think any like - minded woman would disagree.

If the mud is a symbol of fucking in communion with Gaia, spiritualizing of Nature, making full use of sexual magic, settings, and quest, and rain, it will awash her in a fresh sense of freedom. Weaving traces of Hermetic philosophy coincides with the Total Lunar Eclipse, the earth as in regard to the moon, sun and stars...lesbian sensibilities Afire!

ZODIACAL WOMAN

down on my knees
in the mud in your garden
with my rural almanac, zodiacal
woman can be found here, I'm digging
for the potato's eye of wisdom, tears stream
down my face, you fling the canvas tarp with
fire in your thighs,

I cry, going beyond imagination,
Plato's elements, earth, fire, water,
air, I want you, fucking insanity,

alchemical, astral, hermetic
channeling, you're howing the
rows, the rain coming down in
monkish Black Letter Gothic script,

pseudoscience of astronomy,
sun and moon resembles human
temperaments, signs of the zodiac
have a mystical hold of us,

I dig up invocations
from Saturn and Jupiter, I
don't know how the images
were engraved on onyx and
turquoise gems, pagan goddess
appears in sexual lapidary,

your soul in search,
shocked, you've channeled
fire, your hoe sparks, whetstone
explodes into space, total lunar
eclipse tonight turns shades of amber
and crimson, Earth passes between the
sun and moon,

down on my knees
in the mud in your garden
with my rural almanac, zodiacal
woman can be found here, I crouch
between your thighs on the canvas tarp,
I cry, going beyond imagination, Plato's
elements, earth, fire, water, air, -

I...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

APRIL 2007
Wind River Shoshone Woman Merged from FEMINIST FOLKTALES...
The significance of this poem strikes fellow author, friend, and peer Aberjhani as a "unique and profound metaphysical mesh of womanist passion, esoteric vision, and social history"...

Wind River Shoshone Woman was written by Sage Sweetwater to address personal issues, merging with FEMINIST FOLKTALES: A CATHARSIS FOR ANXIETIES AND A SOURCE OF POSITIVE FEEDBACK FOR VIEWING LIFE FROM A FEMALE PERSPECTIVE, written by Sage Sweetwater for the College Classroom for Women's Studies...

Several selections merged:

the essay SHARING THE NEST WITH ANOTHER HEN...the significance merged with WIND RIVER SHOSHONE WOMAN, learning how to become self - sufficient through masturbation and having a self - performed orgasm without guilt...

the essay THE WIND, the significance merged with WIND RIVER SHOSHONE WOMAN, we must recognize the different kinds of wind - - - cruel, battering winds from the winds which bathe one in scents of coconut and spice, following remembered currents of air to know this intimate acquaintance, spinning vulva silk, a source of nature orgasms, comprehensive that oaks groan, pines whine in high pitch, aspens quake, grass sighs, and plants whisper, where "bud" clitoris is a perfect place to store leaf and blossom...

the essay ROAMING AROUND IN THE DELICIOUS UNKNOWN, the significance merged with WIND RIVER SHOSHONE WOMAN, when a woman calls out to another woman passionately, this is understanding the female archetype in modern - day culture. Instinct tells this to women, when she hears this "voice" inside her, to take the pan off the coals and follow her sexuality to wherever she must. It is a calling that she must not ignore. If she fails to answer it, she is staving off her creative spirit. Roaming around in the delicious unknown in nature is most certainly the best way a woman can come to terms with her sexuality, maintaining her ancient status...

the essay, THE INVERTED TRIANGLE: IDENTIFYING WITH THE SHAPE AND FUNCTION OF HER VAGINA, the significance merged with WIND RIVER SHOSHONE WOMAN, this powerhouse of an essay is direct, a no - nonsense approach to show women shape and sexuality in terms of an inverted triangle, which represents the vulva. To be fruitful, we must identify with the shape and function of our vagina in order to give birth to our artistic creations, where this draws on pears and pomegrantes, fruit symbols of the vulva. Once again, we are visiting a peasant culture, Paleolithic and Neolithic matriarchies where icons of femininity have been excavated, "Venuses," telling us that women were the original craftspeople. The female - centered system needs to get back on track with a focus on peaceful living and artistic development.

WIND RIVER SHOSHONE WOMAN

burning wild celery,
woodpecker drills a hole
to remind me how to get to
the sap, I emulate, I know the
drill, thrust good measure harnessed
in my leather strap, don't you need...in
your lap, and I...

...take what's rolled inside
the cornhusk, the vision is born
from the smoke rising dusk, fish
for salmon in spring, gather acorns
in fall, in b'tween, masturbate with the
fantasy of your basketry not so tight, it
leaks, teach celibacy how to speak different
languages, extinguished from the dew of a leaf
before I can stone, Mama Cass Elliot sings Creeque
Alley, "McGuinn and McGuire still are gettin' higher
in L.A. you know where that's at," and I...

...Wind River Shoshone Woman,
fast until I see a robin, my transition
in the early spring, I keep count of the
passionate nights we fucked, on a marked
stick, Black Wind made Earth, Yellow Wind
made Light, Lavender Wind made love, notched
feather dyed red, according to warrior coupe, I was
wounded, transition turned blood of the feather to
ink of the quill, I dreamed a storm, when I woke, my
heart was painted with a jagged thunderbolt that tore
into my left breast, my body thrashed with the marks
of hailstones, and I...

...have vivid visions you are
the moon's representative, making
an ancient appearance, bringing me Light
from the dark who tramped on my garden and
chased pussy from range, I know the drill, thrust
good measure, the deepest Truth harnessed in my
leather strap, don't you need...in your lap, and I...

...Wind River Shoshone Woman
love this beautiful land, red cedar
message - laden, the Salmon elders
ask if I followed their instructions,
fish for salmon in spring, gather acorns
in fall, in b'tween, masturbate with the
fantasy of your basketry not so tight, it
leaks, teach celibacy how to speak different
languages...

I...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

MAY 2007
When A Sage Sweetwater Poem Transcends Lesbian Phone Sex...
The poem was written entirely about lesbian phone sex, artistically in digital whispers with astral fusion, an otherworldly seduction merged with the reality of lesbian sensuality. I actually wrote Liquid Light: Star Sapphire when I was very liquid. "Altering, enhancing" a metaphor for a dildo,

"when complex emotions are difficult to verbalize"

It is easier to do it over the phone in digital whispers, with the strobe light keeping rhythm with the "enhancement"

"merging aural and visual in multi - layered imagery in planetary affair, equates to orgasm." The music midi accompanying this piece is the "dance of multi - orgasm"

Don't you just love the sapphire power of metaphor? Lesbian phone sex is hot! Pulsar on the mind...

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=151768

JUNE 2007
Bad Company: The Firebrand Lights The Match

sulfur always on the
strike, destiny is my
signature flame, SS,

oh I was born 6 - quill
in my palm,

behind a quill, I'll
make my blazing
psalm,

Firebrand lights the
match, that's why they
call me Firebrand,
Bad Company,

Bad Company
and I won't part
Firebrand,
Bad Company,

Outlaw soul,
carnal heathen
I am called,
chose a purple
quill, that's why
they call me
Firebrand,
Bad Company,

walked through
Peyton Place in
my black duster,
burned down the
rumor mill, my
Delilah eyes
shadowed by my
black Charlie1Horse
20X beaver brim,
den is anything but dim,

I hear ones say
Firebrand,
Bad Company,

Bad Company
and I won't part
Firebrand,
Bad Company,

yea, I'm Firebrand,
Bad Company,
quill in warm blood,
melting runes,
Bad Company tunes,
erotic sulfur - tinged air
strikes emotions hot and
bare, one step ahead
careful not to walk
into the lair,

Firebrand lights the
match, that's why
they call me
Firebrand,
Bad Company,

she sees who's
coming, starts
humming
Bad Company,
puts a fresh nub
on her quill, taps
the fourth - quarter
royalty till,

swigs from her
wide - mouth
Mason, spits
180 - proof
whiskey in a
rooster tail, fires
it up to 250,000 hits,
in bed with sulfur and
capsicum in my lap, no
rest, no nap, I'll get all
the sleep I need when
I'm dead,
Firebrand,
Bad Company
till the day I die,
till the day I die,
Blessed Be,

that's why they
call me
Firebrand,
Bad Company, Bad
Company...

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=177015

Copyright 2006 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

JULY 2007
The Quill Has A Mind Of Its Own: The Poetess Follows

Temporal gestation severed with ease,
Spatial peace,

The quill has a mind of its own,
the poetess follows,

Inspiration, the feather floats
ether, papyrus to you,

Truth is an electronic diary
on this night,

There's always curiosity
exposing naked skin,

Contribution to discovery
of what might one's Truth be,

It would soften your heart of all
the episodes in which you played a part,

Women who own property in their
own name,

The sexual power they hold, the intentions
wrapped up in a blanket,

It carries the scent of wild mint,
peering up at the sky in spacial peace,

With tendencies that couple with women
who we recognize as one of our own...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater
firebrand lesbian novelist

AUGUST 2007
Spirit of Snowy Owl on Tin Cup Pass

Sage Sweetwater bringing you the
Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...

Barrow, Alaska (c.) circa 1869

threw a rope over
the rafter, hung the past,
snapped its neck, it flashed
an intimidating yellow stare
before reincarnating ugliness
into snow - white beauty,

snowy owl, quick
and fierce, knock a
grown woman to her knees
to pray, owl wisdom, she
rarely seeks shelter from
howling winds,

insulated as well
as the Arctic fox,
you keep me warm,
the sage, a grown
woman on her knees,
owl wisdom, praying
that you lie down with
me in the cotton grass
blossoms, nesting females,
a hungry chick making
wide - mouth demands -
mid - May - mid - September
pussy,

fuck me before the brief
Arctic summer's ending...

Tin Cup Pass, Colorado (c.) circa 1879

threw a rope over
the rafter, hung the past,
snapped its neck, it flashed
an intimidating yellow stare
before reincarnating ugliness
into snow - white beauty,

gold dust, I carried
you out in a tin cup,
Tin Cup Pass, your
precious name, knock
a grown woman to her
knees to pray, placer
claim wisdom, praying
that you lie down with
me where alpine columbine's
twine around the old ore car -
I made a Cumberland Pass, I
wanted you to know I was none
of the monotony on the other
side of Mirror Lake,

knock a grown
woman to her knees,
you stared at the
reflection in the
water, pussy rippled,
you were completely
muffled in stillness,
you let the sun set,
your nugget ablaze,
in a hallowing phase,
midnight, a full moon,
a bowl of stars, the
water runs through your
Continental Divide, what
life you have tucked inside
the warm, feathery folds
of your pussy lips, waning
pastels,

fuck me before the boughs of the evergreens
droop to the ground, covered with snow...

I...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

SEPTEMBER 2007
ANTIQUE PORN!
Wired! Louder, OH, the tonal range!

glass insulators,
telegraph line sings,
message burns fingertips, licking rope - bed flames!

CHIMNEY FLUE!
Original fireplace tools - cauldron, iron pot, bed warmer!

wind vane
blows 69 West
chimney soars fire, harvest cries farmhouse rafters!

SPINNING WHEEL FORNICATION!
Go Down in the Wool!

spindle bobbins,
wound with yarn,
pull black sheep wool, over my eye!

HANG MY QUILT!
Behind Closed Doors! Homespun Variation!

slip it,
in sturdy dow,
stitch my muslin rod pocket, mount quilt!

VOLATILE! MUSTACHE - WAX ABLAZE ON PUBIC HAIR!
Tied up at fall camp!

iron - wheeled
tractor, plow me
sodbuster, throw dirt noose around my blaze!

SHUTTLECOCK & SERVE
Cork, having a ring of feathers stuck in it!

badminton birdie,
racket weave marks
on my ass, owl on the prowl

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

OCTOBER 2007
DOUBLE TONGUE AND GROOVE!
Painting fall scents of woman, pine needles crisp the air! Log cabin peaceful reach of the easel - Sage's word canvas!

woodsmoke crisp,
reddish gold under
your autumn skirt, worksite of beaver colony!

APPLE CIDER!
It's not how you squeeze the apples, it's how you GRIND! Making the pulp finer! Wringing the liquid OUT! This author's QUEST for cider inside her!

hand cranking,
testing your mash
juice extraction, turning the screw on you!

SELF - SUSTAINED! GIVE ME HEAD!
See what the pioneer lesbian plays with! We have evolved! From just a husk taken from an ear of corn tied to show head and arms gives LIFE to it and its ACCESSORIES!

cornshuck doll,
dampened corn husk,
bedspread cotton ties you, simulate flax bush!

FARMERS MARKET!
Pass the cornucopia!

crook - neck,
squash inserted, hear?
festive roadside curiosity roaming backroads, gourd rattle!

HARVEST!
Where is your fall tongue! Melon Divine practice crop rotation! Surefire way to keep the "others" out! Weeding out pests!

hillside pasture,
beckoning weathered barn,
juices drip, watermelon pink, tongue - hoe eager!

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

NOVEMBER 2007
Sage Sweetwater Announces Shay Dillon For Movie Soundtrack Singer!
The beautiful 2006 International Award winner Shay Dillon, (Best Female Solo Artist - Music Aid International Music Awards) will be singing songs on the movie soundtrack to Sage Sweetwater's film adapted to screen from Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Western novel FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA.

Finnur Bjarki, music director for the movie soundtrack for Sage Sweetwater's film.

http://www.porterhouse.is

is working with the lovely, talented Shay Dillon, bringing songs for the soundtrack. Buy Shay's music!
http://www.myspace.com/shaydillon

http://www.shaydillon.com

DECEMBER 2007
Sage Sweetwater At CREATIVE THINKERS INTERNATIONAL
Sage Sweetwater Bringing Her Quillworks To Yet Another Powerful Domain Launched For Sage Sweetwater's Ever - Growing Global Fan Base, CTI, CREATIVE THINKERS INTERNATIONAL Brought To You By Aberjhani

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HAPPY NEW YEARS 2008 to all of you, my dear fans! Thank you for continuing to support Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties. Be Safe! I love you all...

Warmly,
Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

Sage Sweetwater Interviewed by POETRY LIFE & TIMES December 2007 Issue!

2007-12-25T11:32:00.000-07:00

SAGE SWEETWATER Firebrand Lesbian Novelist & FINNUR BJARKI, Iceland Musician/Composer appear as POETRY LIFE & TIMES Cover Interview for the December 2007 Issue! What a way to go out of 2007 and ring in the New Year 2008! Thank you Editor Robin Ouzman-Hislop, Co-Editor Amparo Arrospide, and PL&T founder and past editor Sara Russell

http://www.poetrylifeandtimes.com/SageSweetwaterinter.html

http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

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Sage Sweetwater Announces SHAY DILLON For Movie SOUNDTRACK Singer!

2007-11-30T11:07:00.000-07:00

The beautiful 2006 International Award winner Shay Dillon, (Best Female Solo Artist - Music Aid International Music Awards) will be singing songs on the movie soundtrack to Sage Sweetwater's film adapted to screen from Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Western novel FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA.

Finnur Bjarki, owner of Porterhouse Music,

http://www.porterhouse.is

music director for the movie soundtrack for Sage Sweetwater's film is working with the lovely, talented Shay Dillon, bringing songs for the soundtrack. Buy Shay's music!

http://www.myspace.com/shaydillon

http://www.shaydillon.com/

Also on the film production roster is Paul Kraushaar, Owner and Founder of Para-Sight Records and Productions. We are in negotiations with several award-winning directors and actors. Porterhouse Music is located in Reykjavik, and owned by Iceland Composer/Songwriter Finnur "Finn" Bjarki. We are already getting airplay for one of the songs on the soundtrack over in Iceland!

The Poetry Life & Times December 2007 Cover Interview with Sage Sweetwater and Finnur Bjarki is coming in the next few days! Thank you Robin and Amparo! Read about it all on PL&T. Watch this space! Have a great weekend, everyone! I love you all.

Sage Sweetwater Celebrity Firebrand Lesbian Novelist
featured on Authors Den

http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

Embalmed GOSSIP and Held Graveside Service

2007-11-04T18:21:00.000-07:00

Sage Sweetwater, unrivaled, bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...Sage Sweetwater, the exceptional ARTIST of literary lesbian poetic prose...

Embalmed Gossip and Held Graveside Service

reddish-gold tinge
the foxtail grass between
your legs, the next generation
of women are not in danger of
inheriting nothing but the fleshy
legend of the two of us,

tonight, I sit in
front of the typewriter,
without it, Remington Rand,
there'll be no buckskin lesbian
curves in the future, no filled-out
doe deer for the pattern,

reddish-gold tinge
the foxtail grass between
your legs, if I had one meal
between me and starvation,
it's here I want to be, fucking
you, lesbian outlaws, they sold
me the whiskey on top of the coffin,
I laid rumor to rest in peace, embalmed
gossip and held graveside service, lesbian
preachers ordained the whole damn mess,
loaded the coffin on the train, white lightning
bootleggers left us their tumbleweed wagon,
blazed our names on the firebrand pages of
women's history, I don't choose to ride a
straight trail,

I took a sheet of carbon
paper and typed a double
copy, we are immortalized
in this ballad, I take a sip of
whiskey from my Mason and
hand it to you for the sake of
pioneer diaries, reddish-gold tinge
the foxtail grass between your legs,
the next generation of women are not
in danger of inheriting nothing but the
fleshy legend of the two of us,

souvenir hunters chip
away at the gravestone,
trying to pry out a piece
of ass gossip, that train
derailed, that coffin slid out
and put rumor to rest, pussy
spreads wide at the telegraph
office, only hitch is - no telegraph
office exists, lesbian outlaws impose
order on the wild frontier, bandit barbers
who nip the necks of gossip, bordellos,
casinos, and we donate the money to
churches,

you give me a
quarter to throw
up a tin can, shoot
me some beaver...

I...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

Evolving our Vision...

...Sage Sweetwater's upcoming Lesbian Western Pulp Fiction Magazine format converted from dime-novel format to be published by AuthorHouse. Sweetwater's literary format will be consistent with her high-quality fiction, poetry and stories. Title will be posted at a later date - this project is currently in production - another upper tier product from the firebrand's prolific quill. Sage Sweetwater will schedule a press release.

HELLO THE CAMP: NUTRIA

pussy riding upon
aparejo, drinking
my awerdenty, big
fifty in my rawhide
scabbard, galena pills -
firebrand's rebellion left
blood in fur country, jornada,
at dusk I dismount at the buffalo
lick,

bois de vache,
I light my bitch,
lesbian Comancheros,
Spanish descendents of
Dominga Rio noted for
trading with me, the
Indian sage has a bill
of sale, you dropped
your calzoneras, your
carrot dangling, I diamond
hitch it around my waist, I
am here to make meat, I
read you a page from the
good book, your clit, third
eye, red and swollen with
desire, fuck you in the
chaparral, larruping good!
I am fire!

gringo lesbians
digging up the tomahawk,
to hell with them, I have
an engagement, a three-year
agreement with trapper and
beaver fur company, my float
stick bobs, I, half-breed, say
you're hair of the bear,

lobo howls at dawn -
Lave hoi! I dip my
awerdenty from the
hogshead, I give you
mantilla for last eve's
pussy, moccasin mail
comes to me, I must
go for pro-pelle-cutem,
poudrerie coming soon,
psalm singer message,

As the crow flies,
I ride off in the squaw
wind, with your carrot
you had strapped, centered,
and dangling under your
calzoneras, where I employed
it first inside your fire before I
will smoke it, I'm up to beaver,
on my horse, loping to get some
valley tan before the willow killer...
the carrot centered and strapped on,
hidden underneath my buckskin...
still whip-wrapped with cords, the
scent of you on it, Ponche...

I...

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

mountain woman glossary:

hello the camp - A traditional greeting given before entering any strange camp. Better given at a slight distance or the visitor may not leave in the same manner that she entered.

nutria - Although actually the common name of the myocaster coypusv many mountain men used it to mean "beaver".

aparejo - A large, padded packsaddle designed to handle awkward, heavy loads. Very likely the first type of packsaddle, Unlike the sawbuck, panniers cannot be handled with this saddle.

awerdenty - Whiskey.

big fifty - The .50 caliber Sharps rifle used by the buffalo hunter.

galena pills - Lead balls (bullets).

fur country - As the mountain men used the expression, The Rocky Mountains.

jornada - A day's journey. A journey between pre-determined points.

buffalo lick - A natural saltlick used by buffalo and other game animals. Usually a very good place to find game.

bois de vache - Buffalo chips used as fuel.

bitch - A lamp made by filling a tin cup with bear or other animal fat, then inserting a twisted rag or piece of cotton rope to act as a wick.

calzoneras - A form of Mexican trousers often worn by traders.

carrot - A bundle of tobacco, wrapped in linen, then whip-wrapped with cords thus forming a crescent-shaped bundle. An early method of packaging and selling tobacco.

diamond hitch - A hitch (knot) used to fasten cargo to a pack saddle.

to make meat - To hunt for and lay in a good store of meat.

read her a page from the good book - To give someone a tongue, lashing, or perhaps something a little more forceful.

chaparral - A thicket of scrub oak and other brush.

larruping good - Anything which has an extra fine flavor.

digging up the tomahawk - Start a war. Often the word "hatchet" was substituted for "tomahawk".

float stick - A stick attached to a steel trap used to show the location of the trap and the trapped animal. From this comes the expression, "That's the way my stick floats" , meaning , " That's the way I feel about it."

hair of the bear - The greatest praise a mountain woman can say of another.

lave hoi - Time to roll out of bed. This expression, usually given in a good, loud voice, was used to awaken a partner or a whole party.

hogshead - A large wooden barrel or cask capable of holding from 100 gallons up.

mantilla - A shawl used as a trade item with the Indians.

moccasin mail - A postal system devised by the mountain man. It consisted of leaving messages concerning the condition of the trail ahead, time and place of a rendezvous, etc, in trees, hollow logs, etc. Such messages were quite often put in an old moccasin so they would be easy to see.

pro-pelle-cutem - The motto of the Hudson's Bay Company, meaning "for a pelt, a skin".

poudrerie - Dry snow driven through the air by a violent wind.

psalm singer - A very religious person.

squaw wind - An unexpected warm wind in the middle of a very cold spell. Like a chinook, but in the dead of winter.

up to beaver - An expression meaning a very cunning person, one who can hold her own in any situation.

valley tan - Mormon whiskey.

willow killer - The first real cold spell of Fall. When the leaves all fall off of the willows due to the cold, it is a sure sign that winter has arrived.

ponche - tobacco trader.

The Lavender Outlaw is in the House!
The Firebrand Rocks!
Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed
to song by Iceland Composer/Songwriter Finnur Bjarki
Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music
http://porterhouse.is/?

http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

2007-10-20T21:17:00.000-07:00

400,000 volts
of my lips on
your clit, fire
and water at midnight,
static electricity builds
your orgasm, sparks ignite
your pubic hair - they sprout
like weeds, floss my teeth with
your curliques before I lick your
pink thunder beneath,

lightning in my
strap, copper mesh
simulated flesh - 7
inches triggering the
strike, conducting strokes,
I repeat sexy surges, collide
with falling hailstones, light
the Gothic churches, smudge the
sensual air with frankincense,
cunnilingus commence! Your labia,
a tesla coil assembly - the appeal
is that I get to hurl my lightning
tongue at you,

loaded rubber
veins ejaculating
400,000 volts at close
quarters, blazing a trail,
starting in the clouds, as the
stroke ends, in-cloud discharges,
the dart leader initiates a second
return stroke, on our way to that
half-a-million hit mark!

Copyright 10/20/2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist

http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater

Sage Sweetwater Reviews William F. DeVault's new CD Amomancer: nightblooming

2007-10-20T10:00:00.000-07:00

Amomancer: nightblooming
by William F. DeVault
& the Gods of Love

As Reviewed by
Sage Sweetwater

"William's voice is a very key accessory to his poetry. William and the Gods of Love deserve every nugget of Gold on the City of Legends Avenue." [Sage Sweetwater]

taste - I literally fell to my knees and cried when I listened to this selection. I wanted to hold my woman close, and I know her eyes are not closed to my thoughts - and she is something like music - and she is open to me. Taste creates an emotion in me that is so very strong with the nectars and elixirs of being alive and in spiritual love. This is truly an erotic masterpiece. Listen to this - it will open up a place deep inside of you that has been locked up.

centaur - is crisp. For all seasons, come along for the ride. Sensuality evolves in the horizon. DeVault has my bowstrings on fire with this one. The centaur is my astrological sign, in recognition of the zodiacal constellation of Sagittarius. DeVault's voice rises in celestial pitch. I feel the presence of such spiritual, erotic sensuality here. Feral.

sleep - is hypnotic. A release of a golden ember of the story of love. A sensuous bedtime story. Hot dreams!

the warm wine - Full-bodied. Sacramental, naked sensuality. Full of love's bouquet in an erotic sip of DeVault's voice, which becomes quick with desire, and erotic in the name of the sensual magnum of the warm contents of wine.

rivers of resurrection - Satin meanders. The bass reverb echoes from the river banks of this sensuous minstrel. Candles lit and erotic tapestries hung. Fiery passion courses the rivers of resurrection. DeVault's voice performs such dramatic vocal qualities - the pace of his voice changes - and so does mine! Rivers of resurrection leaves me breathless to a dire pant!

burning in this chosen sphere - erotic metaphor. Blood and fire ignite! The music saturates me to the bone! This bed is an inferno. DeVault's voice quickens. Climax, I'm burning! I smell the tigress's pelt. This is hot!

slitoris - Hot! Way Hot! This is the ultimate beat and voice blending in a fusion of the highest form of erotic poetry. The echo is so very sensually transforming - this is real! I will take myself over and over again to slitoris, at midnight, and listen to it in candlelight in the dark hours following the shadows on the wall. It puts me in touch with my sensuous self and womanly parts.

cut me - Dripping in erotic sensuality, bled from a vampiric episode of lovemaking so very intense, it bleeds from the CD and penetrates the veins of the soul. The drums seduce the soul.

bright and deadly - A style that would have been an addition to the theme soundtrack to the popular TV series La Femme Nikita. Should be a TV soundtrack. This has a very penetrating potion of flesh.

32fps2 - warm earth-birthing music. DeVault's entrancing, sensual, manly, slow-motion voice delivers a pulsating performance which compliments my strobe light in accordance with Odin's beat. Dancefloor poetics of metaphysics.

horizon - DeVault's array of voice transforms the sensual sphere of seasons, dragons, and fires. Very mystical and trimmed in the horizon with gothic sensuality.

skyscraper ambition - Fantasies of seduction and construction. A colorful bedroom goddess comes alive -"warm oranges on a fresh bed."

the golden apples - blossom of the hunger of desire of immortality - The Tree of Life. Sweet or sour, immortality traded for a kiss. Delicious and juicy! Bliss.

mantichore - A sexual dance reverie downtown Los Angeles. Three wishes granted, DeVault gives us sensual lyrics, voice and garden.

I want the fire - He wants the fire before he dies. I want the fire before I die! DeVault wants to taste it between her thighs. I want to taste it between her thighs! He wants her to say his name. I want her to say my name! This selection drives me insane! DeVault's voice really pours it on in this! I want the fire is the most erotic spoken poetry selection I have ever heard! And it is my favorite in combination with taste. DeVault starts out with the first selection of taste and ends even more strongly with the last selection I want the fire!

Amomancer: nightblooming is the artistic highlight of this season, William. The contents match the cover - FANTASTIC! The music compliments the arrangements like nothing I've ever heard! A very classy literary product from the Romantic Poet of the Internet and the Gods of Love. William DeVault - you are an erudite orator. [Sage Sweetwater]

Please visit William DeVault here: Buy this newly-released CD and all of William's CD's.

http://cityoflegends.blogspot.com/

http://www.cityoflegends.com/citystore.html

http://www.cityoflegends.com/

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Sage Sweetwater Endorses INSIDE CANDY

2007-08-15T10:29:00.000-07:00

Sage Sweetwater PROMOTES the works of Authors Den CANDY TOTHILL

http://www.authorsden.com/candy

Candy Tothill is a woman of substance. Her work is brilliant and she has an expansive mind on just about any topic you can conjure. Candy is well-educated and she cares about the people of the world. Candy is involved in worthy causes, one of them being to empower women to end HIV/AIDS stigma, South Africa, of which she recruited Sage Sweetwater to be a sponsor on Facebook.

Also, TOTHILL ART is a wonderful collection of Candy's late father MH Tothill artwork she wishes to publish. I also lost my father at the age of 48, the same age I am now. My father, like Candy's, was a creative person, a professional wildlife photographer who lived life through his wonderful expressions of nature. When I was informed of my father's untimely death, I was shocked he went at such an early age. I also hope to publish some of my father's photographs one day. Our fathers, Candy's and mine, will forever live in our hearts, and publishing their artwork is an immense familial accomplishment at the hands of their daughters to preserve them for many generations to come.

Candy Tothill is Sage Sweetwater's global link to an audience in South Africa. Thank you, Candy, for the opportunity to expand the both of our creative worlds and enrich ourselves to worldly knowledge. Dear Readers, I offer you INSIDE CANDY. Read INSIDE CANDY here... http://insidecandy.blogspot.com/2007/08/point-of-existence.html

A New SAGE SWEETWATER Title Release in Fall 2007

2007-08-08T21:06:00.000-07:00

BLUE CORN WOMAN
By SAGE SWEETWATER

COMING SOON!

Sage Sweetwater PROMOTING Paul Williams' Wars of the Roses & Towton 1461

2007-07-24T21:07:00.000-07:00

Wars of The Roses & Towton 1461 is a work of art. The slide show is just spellbinding. A historical account for the mind's eye. The slide show is highly creative with crisp graphics and audio. I enjoyed this creation very much. It is savage to see the human race perish so miserably. I am pleased that whatever spurred Paul's decision to display his work in this manner materialized. The slide show at YouTube is a perfect venue to showcase Paul's talent. Not only is this piece educational, very scholarly and enlightening, but it serves a dual purpose in high quality entertainment. Work to be proud of, Paul...Blessed Be... Please visit Paul's AD pages here for the articles that inspired the video Paul created.

Wars of The Roses & Towton 1461

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewarticle.asp?AuthorID=25181&id=25677

The Wars of The Roses and The Death of Chivalry

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewarticle.asp?AuthorID=25181&id=18826

Paul has also put up another page on MySpace. Please visit Paul where he will showcase his highly intellectual, creative poetry which he recites, and his TALES FROM THE APOCALYPSE. Well worth a visit! Hook up with Paul on MySpace as a friend on MySpace if you haven't already.

http://www.myspace.com/orwellsbudpoetry

http://www.myspace.com/orwellsbud

Paul has also been showcased in Poetry Life and Times Excellent e-zine showcasing the works of new and contemporary poets, many from AD, including Sage Sweetwater.Good Luck to you, Paul, in all of your creative endeavors. It is an honor to be in your company.

SAGE SWEETWATER Selling British Author CHARLOTTE COOPER'S Banned Lesbian Novel in Canada 'CHERRY'

2007-05-03T22:46:00.000-07:00

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewarticle.asp?id=29502

Insider's View of SAGE SWEETWATER'S AD Poetry Being Transcribed to SONG

2007-04-28T14:58:00.000-07:00

In a recent conversation with Finnur Bjarki, it is that the Icelanders and the Native American's are very, very similar in the ancient ways of survival. Finnur asked for some background on some of my poems in order so that he may understand the culture and time frame I write about. Finnur loves cowboys and Indians, he always played the Indian as a young boy in Iceland when he and his buddies were playing 'cowboys and Indians'. Most of Finnur's knowledge of the Indians come from American movies and books, which in most part represent the Native Americans honestly, with the exception of a few which are misrepresentations, but we have those misrepresentations in all cultures.

I have studied the Icelanders and their culture not only for the purpose of that it is a very interesting and strong culture which intrigues me, but in so that I may work well with Finnur Bjarki in our songwriting adventure and so that we may well understand each other. We translate our cultures to each other and we understand each other very well...a half-breed Native American lesbian and a handsome, buffed Icelander do fish in the same waters. Why is it that a firebrand lesbian novelist and a straight Icelander singer/songwriter work so well together you may ask? Read further. As you remember, in one of my first newsletters, I said my goal was to let my audience fish in untroubled literary waters. Fish bonds Finnur Bjarki and Sage Sweetwater. Both of our ancestors survived mostly on fish. Also both cultures were very primitive, building their shelters with earth, rock, timber, and hides. Finnur's grandfather was born on a clay floor in the 1900s. When Finnur said to me he would like my straight-forward opinion that if he said something that was not true to Native American history, then to correct him because he is open to learning at all times. I had before told him "just know that I am an intelligent, talented woman and please don't be offended or embarrassed by my words, I am not sure how censored or how modest you are in your country."

Our working relationship is one of cooperation. I gave Finnur permission to alter the language in the songs. We think about marketability and scoring these poems into songs for movies. At this point, he said, "But I will go by the feel of melodies I come up with, how much I change if any!" Finnur has no problem with my sexuality. He admits Sage Sweetwater "is a very open and free way of storytelling and probably not for everyone. You have amazing way of expressing yourself and I do admire the straight forward style. And I´m sure you give some people a culture shock sometimes:)". I supplied Finnur with this link on the relations between Icelanders and Native Americans in history. http://servefir.ruv.is/vesturfarar/e/SamIndianar.html

After a few rounds of reading my Authors Den poems, Finnur told me he got the feeling he needed a storyteller. He knows a wonderful actor who has a deep and warm, but rough voice and he hears a woman's voice. Finnur tells that percussions will play a big part in transcribing my poems into song, an adaptation arrangement, designed for the voice. Thank you, Finnur Bjarki for giving me this opportunity!

Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian poetry

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My 260,000 Hit Today on AUTHORS DEN! Dancing at the LESBIAN BAR

2007-01-13T00:08:00.000-07:00

Thank you for continuing to support Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties

YouTube Music Videos 80s 90s - Jonathan Richman - Dancing at the Lesbian Bar

My 240,000 Hit Today On AUTHORS DEN---How YOU Remind Me

2006-12-20T15:49:00.000-07:00

Today, I received my 240,000 Hit On Authors Den! Sage Sweetwater Featured Firebrand Lesbian Novelist thanks you dear fans for your loyal support of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties. I wish you Happy Holidays each and every reader who allows Sage Sweetwater creative expression and for your valuable time. Blessed Be.

Nickelback and the Orphan Lamb Rune (Sage Sweetwater's version of Nickelback's How You Remind Me). Please enjoy Nickelback's video performance

how you remind me,
how you remind me,

in that warm straw
the ewe died, me and
the lamb, we been
down to the bottom
of every bottle,
nursed the wool on
that orphan, grew
into a leader,

nickelback and the
orphan rune, we tossed
back another, the bane
banished,

you remind me,
you remind me,

always made it as
a wise woman,
I couldn't cut it as
a misinformed pawn,

and this is how,
this is how you
remind me,

in that warm straw,
that lamb thrived,
me and that lamb
been down to the
bottom of every
bottle, grew into
our wool and
wiseness in the
shake of a lamb's tail,

how you remind me,
how you remind me,

nickelback and the
orphan rune, we tossed
back another, the bane
banished, grew into our
wool and wiseness in the
shake of a lamb's tail,

oh how you remind me,
you remind me...

Copyright 2006 Ms. Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist
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From a Jack to a King

2006-12-05T13:16:00.000-07:00

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from a bottle of Jack Daniels
to the King of Budweiser,
tabloid fever hangover,
they think they pinned
down the information
at the train station,

Blue, pull down your
dark Ray Ban shades,
you caught the red eye,
paparazzi BoFlex clickin'
below your thigh,

diamond and gold
wedding bands,
Texas wildwoman,
Sage firebrand,
BoFlex, he wants a
picture of tongue

"Get it right, BoFlex,
get off on lesbian sex,
bury it on page 16,
went from a Jack to
a hung wild Queen,

"Blue, they see us comin',
your rodeo belt buckle headin'
to the jukebox, lesbian bar,
Get it right BoFlex, packin'
strap-on latex cocks,
think you're outhung, bury it
on page 16, went from a Jack
to a hung Queen,

rental Cadillac Escalade SUV
speeding off to Aspen's
Hard Rock Cafe,
tabloid fever hangover,
the day's still young...

"set the story right, BoFlex, you paparazzi irritate us,
print this, Tabloid rags go on top of the anvil and gunpowder
lit with a fuse of braided horsehair in DOMINGA RIO OF CUERO...
it's 3 AM...FUCKING BOOM!"

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

My 220,000 HIT on AUTHORS DEN! Like the WAY I DO!

2006-11-27T15:13:00.000-07:00

Today I received my 220,000 Hit on Authors Den! I have been a gold member since July 2005. I thank you dear fans for continuing to support Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties. I love you all!

Celebrating with Melissa Etheridge "LIKE THE WAY I DO!"

Sweetwater's FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA Makes It Into Forbes Book Club!

2006-09-10T14:01:00.000-07:00

The Forbes CEO Network positions Sage Sweetwater lesbian western novel in the Forbes Book Club:

The Forbes Book Club has included Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Pulp Fiction novel, FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA, the lesbian western equivalent to Brokeback Mountain in their prestigious bookclub. I am highly honored to have my novel available to the masses in following the circle of this fortune million Steve Forbes for the world's business leaders! Sweetwater novels go supreme with great ForbesLife wine and food! Thank you Forbes, for including me. The lesbian book genre is ripe!

The Forbes.com Book Club was designed to provide you with an easy way to order the best business and general interest books available. We'll also provide you with timely recommendations and reviews on the hot new titles from the major publishers as well as on those books that you might not find in your average bookstore. http://www.forbesbookclub.com/BookPage.asp?prod_cd=IZI3U

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I've Been Memed!

2006-08-07T03:54:00.000-07:00

I've been memed!! Yes I have, people! I have been tagged by Ms. Nordette Adams, award-winning fiction novelist, journalist and poet, the Queen of Goddess blog!

This is the first time I have been memed, so slap the dog and spit in the fire, here are the Answers to the Questions!

1. One book that changed your life? Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I first read this book in 1991 at the time of my rebirth. Every woman should read this book and every man should read this book also, it is a woman's bible of spirituality.

2. One book you have read more than once? Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health by L. Ron Hubbard
I am a faithful practitioner of Wicca, and...I am a staunch follower of the Church of Scientology, a Jungian, a Darwinist, survival of the fittest, believer in Evolution, practice Frederick Perl's Gestalt Therapy, and practice daily Zen Buddha meditation, these spiritual disciplines combined assist me in my daily creativity. Dianetics is an adventure! Terra-Incognita, the human mind, the vast, unknown realm half an inch back of our foreheads.

3. One book you would want on a desert island? Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowat
This book is for all seasons and for all reasons. The story of life among arctic wolves and survival among the fittest, a courageous family of skilled providers and devoted protectors of their young.

4. One book that made you laugh? Fear of Flying by Erica Jong
A very funny, lusty, sexy novel, A Zipless Fuck for sure!

5. One book that made you cry? The Horse Whisperer by Nicholas Evans
A story so very worthy of the screenplay adaptation in which Robert Redford brings to life in a whisper on big screen. A story of animal compassion, therapy, inner and outer healing of a young girl, and a tender romance.

6. One book you wish you had written? How to Make and American Quilt by Whitney Otto
A story stitched via the quilt to bond women and piece their lives together in very unique, historical patchwork with upgraded thread. Again, another novel so very worthy of the screen adaptation in which Maya Angelou and Winona Ryder played their respective roles extremely well.

7. One book you wish had never been written? The Surrendered Wife: a Practical Guide to Finding Intimacy, Passion, and Peace With Your Man by Laura Doyle
This author says to be submissive to husbands and let them control the family finances. This is a weak author who is also a weak woman, but this book will create a strong fire in which all copies need burned! The only thing practical to do with this book is boycott it!

8. One book you are currently reading? My Secret Obsession Erotic Lesbian Stories by Blue Sleighty
It would take a gorgeous Texas lesbian to write these erotic stories in Volume I and Volume II, and one did, Blue...Blue Sleighty. As far as I am concerned, Blue is the road map to lesbian erotica. She delivers her stories with plot and passion!

9. One book you have been meaning to read, but just haven't gotten around to it?Sappho's Leap: A Novel by Erica Jong
For who and why did Sappho, Greek goddess really jump off that cliff? Erica Jong will go down in herstory!

The 5 people which I wish to tag are Mary Lynn Plaisance, the Cajun Fairies, the Land of Sha Bebe, Louise Bohmer, erotic, gothic, horror writer, Chrissy McVay, author of Souls of the North Wind, Silver winner of the 2005 ForeWord Magazine's book of the year award, Jake George, Native American author from the Lenape Tribe, author of Grandfather's Song and A New Dawn, Thomas "Sonny" Garrett, senior writer, editorial writer, and columnist for the Baxter Bulletin in Mountain Home, Arkansas

Sage Sweetwater, Firebrand Lesbian Novelist

Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Renaissance Ezine

2006-07-31T13:12:00.000-07:00

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*She was morning
And I was night time
I one day woke up
To find her lying
Beside my bed
I softly said
"Come take me."
*Neil Diamond~~

renewing the moments
of peace, Diamond knew
we were looking for it,

a waterfall so intense,
play me, standing
together midstream,
it is here standing that
I have heard the most
evocative sounds,

beads on waterlilies,
petals wide, we shower
as ancient Sumeria,

supreme expression
of our creativity, the
sexual ethos inspires
erotic text,"the opening
lotus bud perfumed like
the lily that has newly burst."

a religious-erotic discourse,
the Sumerian tableaux, far
more important than carnal
pleasure, standing beneath
our waterfall, we are refined,
practised, and developed to a
level of sophistication that we
become a basis for philosophical
and religious thought, play me...

*You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me.
*Neil Diamond~~

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater
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Rock Me Amadeus

2006-07-08T15:41:00.000-07:00

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powdered wigs and
gilded carriages,
Mozart in Salzburg,

denim and silver
d-lash cargo rings,
your arrival,

a pinnacle of symphony,
instruction in organ,

clavier, violin,
play me blindfolded,
hands free,
concert from 6 to 12,

contrapuntal, in balance,
shockingly voluptuous,

I feel the center of your work,
comes deep, understanding
buffed in opera, ah, that piece,

famous legend will assert the
meeting of two composers, us,
Rock Me Amadeus, give the world
something to talk about,

the orchestra reaches quite the
unusual coda of the last movement,
yet another plausible,

as Mozart whispered to Ferdinand Ries
while listening to Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 24,
"We'll never think of anything like that!"

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Sage Sweetwater's Streetcorner Lesbian Preacher Sex Toy Store

2006-07-07T01:13:00.000-07:00

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$ Marketing Lesbian $

You, dear lesbian are the writer of the future. The tools with
which you work with are many. Sex toys to drill the fantasy on
to the page.

It is no exaggeration that lesbianism is one of the principal
practices in society today.

The streetcorner lesbian "preacher" will accost you on the
sidewalk with a "religious" message. Streetcorner preaching
is $ marketing lesbian $ The streetcorner lesbian "preacher"
is not pushy, nor does she invade your privacy.

On a busy downtown street, the streetcorner lesbian "preachers"
in their late twenties to their early fifties are clapping their
hands, sauntering back and forth. Adults avert their eyes in
apparent embarrasment. To the novice newcomer, the
streetcorner lesbian "preachers" add excitement and
color (lavender) to the kaleidoscope.

Who are these streetcorner lesbian "preachers?"
Where do they come from? What do they want to accomplish?
These questions have brought the lesbian authors to the streets. We "observe" and "interview" the streetcorner lesbian "preachers."

Lesbians are vital to the global society, and if someone misses
the point here, they fail to understand lesbianism.
$ Marketing lesbian $ is acquiring an audience who knows the
difference between T-squares and lavender light bulbs.

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Sage Sweetwater introduced as a peer by WILLIAM F. DEVAULT: The City Of Legends, The Romantic Poet Of The Internet

2006-07-02T15:32:00.000-07:00

Arts/Entertainment

The headlines read as follows, from William F. DeVault: The City of Legends, the official blog, Lesbian novelists and ten hour poetry readings. The Romantic Poet of the Internet, William F. DeVault: The City of Legends writes in his blog on July 2, the year 2006 "Got a nice comment from Sage Sweetwater, a lesbian novelist peer of mine. Good writer (does it amaze anyone that I have so many bi and lesbian friends after the disaster of my second marriage? Not me. I don't think generification of people is sane...it's mindless, cowardly and wasteful...individuals are responsible for their own actions, not categories of people...) But anyway, if you have a chance, check out her works...solid." http://cityoflegends.blogspot.com/2006/06/lesbian-novelists-and-ten-hour-poetry.html

Dear Readers, I highly recommend that you check out William F. DeVault at My Space. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?
fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=87698509
He offers a download of his work and as I listen to "The Gods of Love, Live at Kyrienar", it sends chills through me like the Oracle at Delphi...William F. DeVault is the erotic oracle of the world! Like Delphi and Crete, symbolically brought together the supreme god Zeus and the Earth goddess Gaia. His work is the pivot of supreme creative energy, the wellspring of life itself! It is William F. DeVault's line in Live at Kyrienar, "when we finally get traction on the script of life" that rocks my world and I salute that! Yes, William F. DeVault, you are "The Last Romantic Man!"

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Andy Kaufman: Man On The Moon

2006-06-25T01:45:00.000-07:00

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Mercurial image of
Andy Kaufman
Man On The Moon,
Jim Carrey and
sweet Courtney Love

brought together by
R.E.M. soundtrack

damn, it's a telling statement Midnight Blue!
far away from the gleam of the red spotlight
pouring on every ounce of lubricating talent,
bedroom appearances resurrected,

regarded as mavericks by society,
spread the juicy gossip on those
bedsheets Midnight Blue,
play the vinyl record
and the end credits roll.

Hello. This is Sage and I
would like to thank you for
coming to my movie.

Rise to fame but never fall out
of favor Midnight Blue.

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Lesbian Western Novel by Sage Sweetwater Equivalent to BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN

2006-06-19T17:23:00.000-07:00

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Lesbian Western Novel Equivalent to Brokeback Mountain

Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist equivalent to Louis L'Amour releases lesbian pulp fiction dime store western From The Convent To The Rawhide: The Saga Of Sadie Cade And Vi Montana

Wetmore, CO (PRWEB) June 15, 2006 -- Set in St. George, Utah and Clovis, New Mexico, From The Convent To The Rawhide: The Saga Of Sadie Cade And Vi Montana, is a modern-day feminist/lesbian western where sex and religion ride together.Mercedes Cade is on a mission, serving 18 months at the Pish Convent in St. George, Utah as a Mormon missionary, coming to Zion, the promised land, to reunite with the church she was raised in, to find her place in life by the time she is 40.She is partnered up with Violet Mace-Reese, a rebel politician from Montana who is fed up with unwashed politicians and has come to ask God for direction, perhaps her political career having played itself out when she walked a labyrinth on the lawn of Capitol Hill in Washington D.C. set up to encourage politicians to find inner peace so we can find world peace.Mercedes Cade and Violet Mace-Reese partner up after serving out their respective missions. They run a mid-size leather ranch and build furniture in Clovis, New Mexico with top-of-the-line gene pool, the cows bred for their perfect hides, showing no scars. They are not branded or fenced by barbed wire, analogous perhaps in search of the perfection of humans and simpler life. The natural grains of their unflawed hides are highly valuable to leather furniture consumers paying for the best leather, perfection, and coddled lifestyle of the cow.From atop a ridgeline looking down into a quarry where the original Clovis people made their prized spearheads, Vi and Sadie convert from Mormonism to Australian Dreamtime, being that the Mormon religion is just too structured of an environment for the personalities of these two women to live by.Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties are represented in Hollywood for screen adaptation.From The Convent To The Rawhide: The Saga Of Sadie Cade And Vi Montana may be purchased at AuthorHouse http://www.authorhouse.com/
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Sage Sweetwater releases SECOND novel From The Convent To The Rawhide: The Saga of Sadie Cade and Vi Montana

2006-06-12T15:52:00.000-07:00

Available For Serious Big Screen Adaptation

Key Scenes

Vi Montana in a spiritual scene taming wild mustangs in a labyrinth, walking the mustangs through the labyrinth to their destination, the grain manger filled with sweet oats.

Sadie Cade and Vi Montana re-upholstering a horse-drawn buggy seat for a Mennonite family, Papa Moses, Zea, and Jediah.

Sister Pish at the Pish Convent having her "mad scene" in "Lucifer," the dark dungeon of Hell we call Alzheimers.

Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties are available to producers, directors, screenwriters, and filmmakers. For Professional consideration of OPTION/PURCHASE please contact:

Lenny Minelli---WGA Signatory
apoy1@aol.com

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Sage Sweetwater Publishes THE BIKER CHRONICLES Official Website

2006-05-16T20:27:00.000-07:00

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Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties Represented In HOLLYWOOD
Signed By Screen Agent Lenny Minelli

For Professional Consideration of Option/Purchase Please Contact:
Lenny Minelli---WGA Signatory apoy1@aol.com

Sage Sweetwater, Recording Artist of THE BIKER CHRONICLES©, Written & Narrated Under the Professional Byline of Keysta D. Lorean

GEARED FOR FUTURE RELEASE

Side A

Panama Whiskey
Mash Camp
Elinoar and Randall
The Vision Jammer
Milwaukee Steel Prayer (Outlaw's Revenge)

Side B

Brothers, Jugs, And Weed
Tattooed on Coney's Eye-Land
All Colors Welcome, No Attitudes!

Sage Sweetwater, aka Keysta D. Lorean has ridden a Harley-Davidson across the Colorado asphalt, weaving stories inside and out of the gypsy wind, spinning iron tales from the legendary Milwaukee wheel.

From her past life in the wind, Sage pounded THE BIKER CHRONICLES© out of the hard pavement and softened them with the renaissance wind for a traveling storyteller always available to entertain bikers in their cribs, cages, wrenching in their garages, at swap meets, poker runs, toy, charity, and blood runs, pig roasts, and biker bars.

THE BIKER CHRONICLES© consists of eight soft-R-rated selections, narrated biker poetic tales and short stories of the Harley-Davidson biker lifestyle, approximately one hour in length backed with Celtic Renaissance music; dulcimers, harps, mandolins, harmonicas, and banjoes.

FEATURING
THE MILWAUKEE STEEL PRAYER©

The Race Is On

2006-05-06T10:59:00.000-07:00

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Now the race is on,
the stalker comes up the backstretch
Googles me on the Google Maps.

The stalker loses all!
Takes a digger in mogul number two,
skiing out of bounds,
Don't wager Sage didn't "borrow" a ski
to cause an avalanche!

Hell of an alibi tabloids, I'm at my Arizona ranch!
Sittin' on Pier 1 import wicker in Aspen at
Hotel Jerome drinking namebrand whiskey,
listening to George Jones.

Ski Patrol watches me, turns her back for cappucino,
I sneak her ski shack key, now the race is on,
"borrow" her laptop, send out a story Hunter S. Thompson
would have cheered, the late gonzo journalist from Aspen,
his cremated ashes shot by Johnny Depp out of a Hollywood cannon.

Now the race is on, and here comes lesbian pride
up the backstretch.

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist,
brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties,
flagship of Stone Creek Woman

Apache

2006-04-26T10:16:00.000-07:00

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She is a rare breed,
her spurs made from
hammered silver on the shanks,

she owns the last pair of spurs on earth.
One night she slept with a lady train robber,
woke up with the goods, the train robber died
in a compromising position from Apache's
wildblood passion.

She'll limber your muscles, put you to a supreme test.
When her chutegate opens, you are left pockmarked with spit!
Behind her chutegate is a warm, moist spot for trading
encouragement and advice on how to ride to find out where the
next party will be, where girls are that easy. If you're scared of
her, you might as well go home.

She was raised on the western frontier where a woman wasn't
promised anything for her efforts. All of that has changed.
To ride her is the luck of the draw. She offers independence---
something we would all like to think we have. She'll have a look
with you at some old scrapbooks with old, blurred photographs.
She'll show pictures of the dead, but whose names are fresh in
her memory.

Apache is a very interesting woman who lives in the shadows of
her youth. So, in untraditional fashion, she makes the rounds
where the hours pass easy and the girls show a definate
preference for her. She is a rare breed, her spurs made from
hammered silver on the shanks, she owns the last pair of spurs on earth.

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Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater,
firebrand lesbian novelist,
brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties,
flagship of Stone Creek Woman

Sage Sweetwater Novels Very Adaptable to Screen

2006-04-13T13:43:00.000-07:00

Sage Sweetwater knows what it takes to write adaptable movie scenes into a novel. She has the movie reels running in her mind while writing her lesbian pulp fiction novels. From 164 to 172-page pulp fiction novels adjusted to modern day, her debut novel The Buckskin Skirt Oar Traveler and her second novel From The Convent To The Rawhide: The Saga of Sadie Cade And Vi Montana can easily be adapted to 110-pages of screenplay, the ideal length for a screenplay for todays standards.

In her novels, she has determined the through-line and major subplot of her stories where not alot will have to be cut. Her novels are already written the correct length for a two-hour feature film. By through-line, she means WHO (protagonist) WANTS (goal) and WHO (antagonist) or WHAT (some other force) opposes her characters.

Audiences pay the price of admission and buy DVDs to watch MOTION (things moving about) PICTURE (things you can see). The old screenwriting adage, "Show, don't tell!" applies more than ever when writing an adaptation.

Sage Sweetwater's lesbian pulp fiction novels are not shy on story and her style and characters create a plauditory effect. Sage Sweetwater is a prose writer so good at what she does, and her artful command of the lesbian language and strong storylines is enough to maintain reader interest in the lesbian genre. Sage Sweetwater uses brilliant backgrounds to launch a screen story when writing her novels.

Sage Sweetwater's novels are available to screenwriters, producers, directors, and filmmakers for OPTION/PURCHASE. For professional consideration, please contact:

Lenny Minelli -WGA SIGNATORY
apoy1@aol.com

Sage Sweetwater's novels are available at http://www.authorhouse.com and Amazon, Barnes & Noble and many other online book retailers.

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Cherokee

2006-04-04T11:47:00.000-07:00

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Cherokee are you an
outlaw?

Since the day I was
born

Cherokee are you
strong?

Thighs that can crack an
acorn

Cherokee are you
gay?

Sex girls in the oak groves
night and day

Cherokee what's
J?

Sure as Hell the
Judas

Cherokee what's in
Texas?

Dominga Rio of Cuero
and the girls' Jose Cuervo

Cherokee are you a
fighter?

A woman lover and
firebrand writer

Cherokee you have
attitude!

Plenty put my audience
in a rowdy mood

Cherokee what's on your
feet?

Boots of lavender so fucking
neat!

Cherokee what's in your
hair?

Beads turquoise and silver
they all stare

Cherokee what color do you
wear?

Black when I'm not
bare

Cherokee are you an
outlaw?

Since the day I was
born.

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Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman

Stonewash Blue Pottery

2006-03-29T03:36:00.000-07:00

TAROT BY SAGE

STONEWASH BLUE

MEDITATION: Moving forward with a balance of new and old techniques.
BEWARE: Beware of the wrong mix. Some don't temper well together.
HIDDEN STRENGTH: Great work ethics based on the modern-day consequence of feminist survival and the old-day calendar of timely motivation.
HIDDEN WEAKNESS: Little-to-no retirement plan. Look for ways now to supplement your retirement income so when the time comes, you will be prepared.
SLANT: This card is the key to revival and survival.
POWER: Earning power depends on her mood. There are no time clocks to punch.

Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties Spin-off Marketing

First there was the novel, then there was the tarot card Stonewash Blue, now Sage Sweetwater is designing pottery from her novel with the intention of bringing it into the marketplace, showcasing it through a very famous catalog. STONEWASH BLUE pottery will appear after the release of her novel BLUE CORN WOMAN.

PURPLE QUILL

2006-03-29T01:02:00.000-07:00

Sage Sweetwater, owner of the PURPLE QUILL lesbian writing club http://www.lesbianation.com/clubs/clubHome.cfm?clubID=102 is accepting new members. 20 members strong, PURPLE QUILL invites the freedom of expression and artistic exchange of lesbian ideas. This is an uncensored writing site. Submit any lesbian writing you want to share with the rest of us. PURPLE QUILL is sponsored by LesbiaNation http://www.lesbianation.com/index.cfm

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Reviving Lesbian Pulp Fiction

2006-03-28T14:39:00.000-07:00

Author uses novel to Revive Cult Genre of Mid-20-th Century. Sage Sweetwater revives lesbian pulp fiction in her new novel The Buckskin Skirt Oar Traveler.

The novel jaunts through time to tell the stories of nontraditional women and their struggle to live their lives among the warm embrace of Mother Nature. Set deep in the forest of Lac du Flambeau, Wis., the novel is told through the spirit of the loon with a hint of lesbian fairytale. In the woods of this beautiful land, sprites and magical creatures frolic and torment while the loons dance and transform on the pristine waters of the lakes and rivers. The Buckskin Skirt Oar Traveler is a woman raised with a deep respect for nature and the skills to survive on the fringes of modern society. She slips her canoe into the water, floats supplies up and down the river and taps maple trees for their syrup. Her lesbian counterpart Fringe Water Many Bosom, lives in the 1800s; a true pioneer woman. Her story mirrors Buckskin's and exhibits what life may have been like for her. Metaphorically, (she reminds) us of a loon's wing which has not 'properly' aligned, society waiting for her to molt her feathers hoping her new ones will come in 'straight.' The novel follows exploits of Buckskin and her home, the Hamlet of Winonah, an all-female colony inhabited by a feminist tribe patterned after the ancient Hopewell culture. This modern-day colony is on the remote side of the woods where the Province of Blige, a Celtic, post-card Ireland, enchants the world around them. Buckskin makes her way between the two as she learns to live the life she wants and grows comfortable in her own skin. A captivating pulp novel, The Buckskin Skirt Oar Traveler is a unique mix of lesbian fiction, fairytale, and Native American mythology.

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Wildhorses

2006-03-27T01:43:00.000-07:00

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Put our saddles in storage
side by side,
polish the dust off our day ride,
by the look in your eyes,
I take it you've fallen for me hard.

Caught in the stirrup, from the kiss,
we can't look back,
all written in horsehair ink,
walk away with braided memories,
free-reigning lust loped the sagebrush range.

Rented me for a day,
I threw in the wildhorses for free.
Women have come and gone,
bought dreams here with me for the day,
bunked for the night, cried for a month.
What is it about women, wildhorses, and lust?

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Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman

TASTE what's INSIDE!

2006-03-26T17:20:00.000-07:00

Whenever Sage is sitting around the keyboard, there's a good chance Rainbow Ridge Wine http://www.rainbowridgewines.com/ is there. Sage believes that real quality (hers) and Dennis Costa's & his partner Tom Beatty, speaks for itself and is best kept simple.

Rainbow Ridge wines are made from premium California grapes which get plenty of sunshine.

Sage, like Dennis & Tom preserves the taste of what's inside. Don't you wonder, ladies? Like Rainbow Ridge, gay winery, will sell no wine before it's time, Sage will sell no story before it's time! A story has to ferment to get endorsements....

One thing's for sure---Sage Sweetwater's taste won't change! Cheers Girls! Cheers Dennis & Tom!

If The CUE fits wear IT!

2006-03-26T11:38:00.000-07:00

Share my cue with you anytime! Play me!

Galley & Dime-store Novels

2006-03-24T22:19:00.000-07:00

I received my galley today for my novel FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA. It is my final galley. After reviewing it, I will sign off on it and it will go "live." My cover should be up in a few days. AuthorHouse http://www.authorhouse.com does a fabulous job on formatting a novel. I submit all of my own covers. I purchase the covers from women who are talented. This digital photo of the cowgirl was shot by Verna Bice. I bought the photo from her, telling her I wanted to use it for a novel cover. I love this photo, girls! Hat, bandana, lipstick, and windmill and pretty cowgirls are the theme of my novel. I keep it simple. I am reviving lesbian pulp fiction adjusted to modern day. It's time to get back to the size of the dime-store novels! Quite an eventful day!

Hotel California

2006-03-23T15:26:00.000-07:00

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Driving down a dark, desert highway,
with the wind blowing my dark hair,
pastels, charcoal, and sketchpads
to spare.

Checking into Hotel California,
she has pink champange on ice,
the conscierge gives me some
message advice, "She left a
message for you at the desk.
I memorized it from her sweet lips."

I tipped the conscierge a C-note
and took two champagne sips,
tossed the bubbles down.
Closed the lavender curtains,
set up my easel in the shadow,
mirrors on the ceiling put my
pastels aglow, Charcoal turned
into flame, the words came
in encaustic sparks,
"She's married," the conscierge's
message resonated.

Inspiration flames licked
down upon me, the mirrors
blazing in hot oranges and reds,
I sketched the real deal,
the merging of two Queen-size beds.

I left one glass of champagne,
the words came, in eternal choice,
the conscierge's voice, the message
resonated, "You can check out
anytime you like, but you can never leave."

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Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman

Sage Sweetwater Firebrand Lesbian Novelist

2006-03-23T12:07:00.000-07:00

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Bad To The Bone

2006-03-23T10:31:00.000-07:00

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Bad to the bone,
Lock up your wife
I'm comin' for her alone,

Bad to the bone,
Lock up your whiskey cabinet
I drink not alone,

Bad to the bone
Spider webs & tats
Sexy is popular read my stats,

Bad to the bone
Her tongue caught in the web
past the garter zone,

Bad to the bone
Lust tugs at the chains
Pleasure groan,

Bad to the bone,
Rococo lions roar
Velvet pleats moan,

Bad to the bone,
Wicked flame
I burn not alone,

Bad to the bone,
Spike collars & rings,
Nipples hard as runestone,

Bad to the bone
69 Wrought Iron Drive, zip 81253
I'm Colorado bad to the bone,

Bad to the Bone!

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Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman