Found a successful reward system.

For the second year in a row, I'm doing National Novel Writing Month. I'm behind. I spent most of last year behind too and still finished my 50,000-word first draft in a month, so all is not lost, but I need to catch up with my slow-going novel. Last night I was trying to write, but I was distracted. K was sitting across the room in all his sexiness, reading on the couch, and I just couldn't focus.

So I got up and climbed on him, and he put his book down. We made out and eventually that turned into the kind of good hard breast-groping grind they never let me do in Portland. And yeah, I'm easy - before long I was shuddering with the kind of orgasm that leaves me completely limp. And there we are with all our clothes on. So I go in for another kiss...

And he pulls back, twists my arm behind my back and holds me away. "What's your word count?" he whispers, sotto voce.

"About twenty-four thousand."

He twists my arm a little tighter and slides me off his lap. "Get to twenty-six thousand," he says, "and maybe we'll see if you've earned it." A minute later he's back in his book and I'm back at my computer, furiously tapping away.

I got to 26,006 words very quickly, and it's not bad what I wrote. He did take me to bed after that and plowed me until I screamed. I love it when he makes me scream... not that it's that hard for him to do.

We'll have to see if that works to get my word count up tonight, although I do have to go hit up some clubs and audition for a new place to work tonight. Fuck this economy, right? Anyone who's reading this, go out tonight and throw down some money on your friendly local strippers. We're taking a much harder hit than the auto and bank industries, and nobody's bailing us out. If you don't go tip the naked ladies there will be no more naked ladies, so get out there and spice it up.