Tangled Rose

There's no beating around the bush in this latest collection of Rose Maru's battle with HSDD (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder... or HSDS: Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder... or whatever the heck name-of-the-moment they want to give the condition where you have a hole in your brain where the sexy-stuff lives) and her unfortunate lack of TMI (Too Much Information) and any other embarrassing abbreviation that she can somehow misconstrue and accidentally end up at a party that only sounded like it had something to do with See F'n Dem (Special hint: don't randomly accept the proffered sausage or cocktail weenie without watching what's about to be put in the palm of your hand.)
Almost two dozen short stories, truthful recollections, barely-lies, bonus bits, and tall tales - all with sordid, just-as-often-as-not-more-extensive truth and consequences admission - jam packed between the virtual covers of what might possibly be the best lay you'll have this year! (Thanks Covid for making it so difficult for everyone to make live-and-in-person connections. Nothing like a *really* low bar to be set so I can feel successful.)
Somewhere between the introduction and conclusion, I managed to go from tangled to mangled to done repeatedly to places previously unknown and freedoms I'm barely ready to start taking liberty to enjoy... sometimes twice.
Although this may be the turning point collection that finally sets me free (or at least frees me from guilt and the associated fear that maybe I shouldn't be so loose with my attire, naughty pictures, and not just letting myself be exposed in a window... instead actively helping my public deflowering so I can watch for the double-take from the construction worker's next door when they catch sight of my sordid display.
Yes, getting untangled sets me up for some wild rides as I work out what it means to be a menopausal train wreck in the best possible way.
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Seriously? You're not convinced yet? Damn you're a tough nut to crack (unzip and let's see. What? Seriously... I'm waiting. Just unzip, dammit! Don't make me go in there after them! If I have to fish them out, I swear I am not gonna put them back. {zzzip} Oh, uh oops? Sorry. Couldn't tell from this side of the computer screen you didn't have testes. Cute idea down there, though. Mine I have shaved completely bare. Wax? No! Not into pain. Uh, hey, is this stupid thing still on 'Public' setting? Sorr
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As I wasn't saying: So you're still not convinced this collection is gonna float your boat? Topics in here cover everything from couple relationships, husband and wife disagreements, weird parties, inappropriate interactions with parents and family, orgasms and how they can change over time, reflections on life's choices, menopause and aging with memory dysfunction, pondering on why you can't discuss the latest pornography you've been watching with friends and acquaintances, disastrous dreams, clitoral mayhem, plus a little light BDSM. Then there's the stuff you can't discuss out in public.
If you can't find something in here to make you smile, grimace, get hard or wet (or both), or at least snicker, "Ha! At least I'm not her!" I'd claim you're more messed up than me. In which case, *please* write me? Lord knows I need someone to look down upon. I mean, commiserate with! (And commiserating is not the same thing as when you do that weird squirt / female ejaculation thing followed by urine - which, honest, I truly believe that's where all the confusion lies, because the jerk with his finger up inside your vagina doesn't know when to stop and just keeps on stimulating the heck out of your G-spot and internal clitoral limbs until everything comes undone down there and you get a spray of urine. I mean, if I were to know anything about that.)