On the seventh day…

It was a fun-filled week here at Eve-101, chock full of our favorite things..sex, love, relationships, scandals, sluts and more sex.

Rather than make you work on this day of rest we’ve put together a handy Week in Review guide just for you, our loyal readers.

Although the ghosts and goblins may be gone, this party isn’t over. So grab the Tootsie Rolls and Twizzlers, skim, click, read and enjoy Eve-101…

Fetish-tastic:

The fact that there are people out there that get all jolly in their junk watching balloons pop or getting peed on, well, it makes me feel less self conscious about my occasional desire for a firm (ehm) hand.

Falling Off The Pedestal:

Unfortunately, all too often we become so preoccupied with what we perceive to be the deficiencies of others that we negate to take responsibility for our own thoughts and actions.

Theeeeey’rrrrre baaaack!:

I am an 80’s girl.  I grew up dancing around the living room to Cyndi Lauper and Duran Duran records in my legwarmers and acid washed jeans, clinging tight to my rainbow bright doll. Happiness was a warm crimping iron.  I had jellies in 8 different colors. It is a decade that will always have a special place in my heart.

Now Serving: Mommy’s Sloppy Seconds:

Dear Eve,

Last spring my Mom was killed in a car accident.  I came home from college at the end of the semester to help my Step-Dad pack up her things and we spent a lot of time talking about my Mom. One night we decided to open a bottle of her favorite wine to toast her memory, and before I knew it my Step-Dad and I were making love on the living room floor.

Trick-or-tart?:

When exactly did Girls Gone Wild become the official sponsor for Halloween? Because it’s just asinine, and really ladies…it’s beneath us to accept it.

Too Much Information:

In particular, there are three topics of conversation I would kindly ask you keep to yourself.  Not about censorship here, I just don’t want to have to process it while I am in line for an iced coffee.

From our family to yours, may your day of rest be…well, restful. While you’re here, why don’t you take a moment and tell us how we’re doing. Is Eve helping you attain your daily requirement of useful (and sometimes trivial) information? Are we bringing you enough peace, joy and mentally disturbing images? What can we do for YOU? Nudity and bestiality excluded, you sickos!

Now Serving: Mommy’s Sloppy Seconds

Dear Eve,

Last spring my Mom was killed in a car accident.  I came home from college at the end of the semester to help my Step-Dad pack up her things and we spent a lot of time talking about my Mom. One night we decided to open a bottle of her favorite wine to toast her memory, and before I knew it my Step-Dad and I were making love on the living room floor.  I always had a crush on him and was jealous that he married my Mom. He says he loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. I feel like this is the way things were supposed to be but I’m afraid to tell our friends and family.

Eve, what would you do?
Mistress in Mourning

Dear Messy Miss ,

What would Eve do you ask? Uh…what Eve wouldn’t do is get love drunk on Mumsie’s vino and bang her pseudo father figure! Speaking of, where is your dear ‘ol Dad? I can only imagine his delight when you announce your impending nuptials. I mean seriously, what Daddy wouldn’t be proud to have a harlot daughter who shacks up with his dead ex-wife’s widower? Unless of course, he’s actually your Uncle and inbreeding is just the way you folks do things in that there trailer park you live in.

In all seriousness, don’t feel bad precious, we all have issues…yours just happen to be higher on the nut job scale than most. Only your moral compass can navigate you through this conundrum, and if your gut tells you this is a match made in Heaven then who am I to tell you otherwise?

Speaking of Heaven…you do know that the woman who gave you life is watching you get it on with her former lovah, right? But hey, it’s not like she can do anything more than rattle chains from where she’s at, so no worries. Meanwhile, if your friends and family can’t find it in their hearts to accept this untainted new arrangement of yours they must be jealous…or sane. You’ll have to be the one who decides how much credibility they have…they are after all your friends and if the rest of your kin is liken to you, things should be a-okay!

So Eve says, have at it, live it up and enjoy what your Momma gave you! (Or seek immediate mental attention for your obvious lack of…many things, including but not limited to a properly functioning brain.)

I am curious though…when the two of you start popping out whipper snappers will they call him Daddy or Grampy? Just wondering.

KISSKISS
LOVELOVE,
Eve

Okay, who has the number to the Jerry Springer Show? Should little Miss Sloppy Seconds fear the repercussions of her friends and family or shout from the rooftops that she’s in love with a man as sick and twisted as she is? Where’s the line here, folks? Is he free game or foul play?

The Arbor

She dreamt of creating a place where peace and silence would reign. A quiet retreat where the sun would shine on her face and the wind would blow through her hair. Years of diligent landscaping would provide the tranquil backdrop for her sanctuary; surrounded by pine trees, honeysuckle, dandelion fields and rolling hills she selected the ideal plot for The Arbor.

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The Haunting

In the stillness and dark of the night, nestled into the perfect spot, each muscle began to relax, melting into the feathers that suspended flesh and bones. With each breath a slower heart rate, and then without warning, peace and serenity turned to terror.

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