Angelica Dawson's New Release ~ Blue Moon House

Blurb: Julia has the opportunity to become one of the Vampire Dominants of Blue Moon House. Before they accept, however, the seven vampires must all gauge her worthiness as an eternal companion. Each will test her, sample her, and decide her fate.

Excerpt:

 “MmmmMmmaximum.” Julia wept loudly. Blood was trickling down her back and over her breasts where the cruel whip had broken her skin. She burned everywhere, stinging from her first beating at his hand, and then adding the salt of sweat, the blood. Sagging against the chains that held her mostly upright, she sobbed bitterly.

The whip was gone and Harry was there, releasing her wrists. “Terrance. Did you have to be so hard?”

The tall, icy man softened for the first time Julia had seen. “Everyone has a limit. If she would join us, I would know hers. Now, I do. Take care of her, Harrold.”

Julia’s mind logged the response but couldn’t think about it in the midst of the pain. Harry was licking her wounds, his saliva closing them faster but burning them further. Julia screamed again.

“Hush,” Harry said with concern, his voice soft and familiar, a raft for Julia to grasp in the sea of pain. There was a stabbing in her leg. 

“That will help. You will sleep soon, Julia. In the morning, the pain will be much less, I promise,” Terrance told her, pulling her hair off her face and mopping it with a cool cloth.

“I-I’m not...” She didn’t know how to ask if she was unworthy.

“You impress me, Julia. I look forward to having centuries to get to know more of you, other limits.” 

Julia flinched, crying out and hugging Harry. Terrance laughed and the difference between that and the cold demands, the hard mocking he’d given her all night made her turn back. 

“Never pain, Julia. I found that limit.” 

She relaxed, the drug they’d given her taking effect. It didn’t make her dopey, but she was exhausted. Terrance had followed only hours after Lynn. Julia hoped that was the end of the women. All had known of her distaste, but only Jocelyn had pushed it, knowing she could be pushed. Lynn had been more like Sophia.

When she woke on the large bed, she did ache, but all the burning was gone. She saw welts all over her body, but smelled a tincture that had been applied to speed her healing. It was working. She rose slowly though, wincing at times, to find herself breakfast.

For the first time, Julia wondered just how many vampires there were in Blue Moon House. Was she near the end yet? She hadn’t changed her mind. Her family lived far away and she only saw them on holidays. She had a few friends she would miss keenly, but they would be fine without her. No one depended on her, except possibly her co-workers, and she’d been meaning to walk out on them for months now.

“Whoa. Are you okay?” one of the other submissives, a man of middle years, asked.

Julia nodded, sitting very gingerly in the dining room. Pain spread across her bottom and then receded a little after she had sat a moment. Sucking through her teeth, she pushed it away. Then she lifted her juice.

“Who?” he asked. It wasn’t a common question. Masters were usually kept private. 

“Terrance,” Julia’s voice was a croak.

The man’s mouth hung open. “But Terrance never... I mean, I hope you feel better soon.”

Julia grabbed at his elbow. “You belong to Terrance?” she asked.

“I did,” the man answered. “He was too soft, too gentle for what I wanted. He sent me to Will.” The man’s grin gleamed. “I’m very happy now.”

Julia stiffened and regretted it when her bruises panged. Will, she was sure, would have her next. “I see. Have you had other Masters?”

“Not in the House. I’m Justin.” He offered his hand and Julia took it. “You’re older than most,” he observed.

She chuckled. “So are you.” Most of the submissives were in their mid-twenties. Both Julia and Justin were well over thirty. Julia was only a year and a bit from forty. It had posed problems when she started in the BDSM community - no one had wanted her. Blue Moon House, Harry specifically, had not turned her away after one session. 

“Touché. Why Terrance?” he asked.

Julia shook her head, sure she couldn’t tell him, unsure if she was even allowed. 

“Who is your Master normally?” Justin asked.

Julia’s eyes went soft. “Harry.”

Justin smiled. “I’ve often wished he took men. Not that I’m not happy with Will. I thought about it most when I was with Terrance,” he admitted.

Julia simply nodded. She ate slowly, relishing the nourishment, the fluids. Her body felt every year of thirty-eight today. The spare flesh had been kind to her in the beginning, cushioning blows so they stung but didn’t bruise. She’d lost weight, though not a lot, since coming here and her joints ached in a way they hadn’t a year or two ago. 

She chuckled to herself as Justin rose. He quirked an eyebrow and she shook her head. “Nothing.” She’d just been thinking how little she’d miss those aches when she was a vampire. 

Bio: Angelica Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. 

Blue Moon House can be purchased at Naughty Night Press

Thursday Thoughts ~ Southern Sayings III

I reckon ~ I guess or I suppose

Might as well, can't dance, ain't got show fare, and it's too dark (or wet, or cold, or hot) to play outside.~ This means the speaker has nothing else fun or interesting to do and so will do whatever you've suggested.

Wound up like an 8 day clock ~ hyper

Catawampus or cattywampus ~ crooked or askew

Quit actin' ugly ~ stop misbehaving or being rude

I'll jerk a knot in your tail ~ prediction of dire consequences for undesirable behavior

Going to make groceries ~ going to the store to buy food

Be sweet now, ya heah ~ mind your manners

He was so tall that if he fell down, he'd be half-way home ~ referring to one who is very tall

Lickety split ~ fast, in a jiffy, very quick

Busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest ~ extremely or excessively busy and rushed

Hankering ~ yearning or desire for something

If you don't stop that, I'll slap you into next week ~ another warning and prediction of serious consequences for bad behavior

Tump ~ a cross between "turn over" and "dump" ~ meaning to turn some container over and dump out its contents

Must have forgotten to pay the preacher ~ having bad luck

Hump Day ~ Two Are Better Than One

Trust Us by Heaven O'Shey is the first in the Love's Bayou series. It has m/f/m, suspense, romance, light BDSM, and heavy on the erotic.

Bri had no idea how much her life would change when she moves to the Love's Bayou plantation she inherited. After her best friend talks her into turning the place into a BDSM club, Bri decides to keep her identity as the owner hidden when she meets and hires her Master/Manager and his brother.
Threats to her life force her under their protection, in lieu of protective custody. Her abusive past causes her to distrust all men and believe love is a fairy tale. The brothers in their kind and loving efforts show Bri, that not all men are the same and love does exist.
While under their protection, Bri is introduced to the joys of a menage a trois, and experiences heights of ecstasy, the pleasure of pain, and genuine love and caring.
She finds her life evolving in ways she never imagined, as she tries to run from her feelings and those trying to harm her.


Excerpt

Clay softened, and he smiled, “Darlin’, you shouldn’t be hiding. You look too pretty to be in here all by yourself. Blade doesn’t she look pretty?”
Blade moved behind her pressing himself against her, his hands slowly traveled from her shoulder to her ass and circled each cheek then gave a light squeeze. “Pretty enough to eat,” his southern drawl more apparent.
Clay’s fingers touched her cheek, skimmed down her neck to her collarbone. Then, ever so slowly, they brushed just under the curve of her top slowing over each areola all the way to the opposite collarbone. “To suckle.” His lips whispered in her ear, then moved to brush her lips as he moved closer, his erection pressing into her stomach.
Blade’s lips brushed gently against the back of her neck.
Bri tensed at their attentions; she couldn’t allow this, she was their boss. She struggled with her senses while her body wanted to respond. No, her body was responding, her nipples pebbled, and her thong was dampening. Angry with her body for reacting this way, she pulled away. This was not her! How could she feel this way from barely a touch? She had to escape back to the safety of her house!
“Maybe the both of you should go back into the club; all those half naked women had an effect on you.” She stammered, trying to persuade them it wasn’t her that they wanted.
Shaking his head, Clay pondered if his words would be convincing. “Bri, we are not some teenagers that have no control. Our dicks are hard because of you.”
Nodding in agreement, Blade added, “Only you.”
“I have to go,” her voice cracked.
“Darlin’, what’s your hurry?” Blade wanted to know.
“I…I’m tried.” She retorted.
“Don’t think so, darlin’. I think you’re scared to let yourself feel, to lose control and get lost in the pleasure.” Whispering against her neck Blade prodded.
“This is wrong, and I have to leave.” Her hands clenched.
“What’s wrong, darlin’? Is it wrong that your body responds to a man’s touch? Or that it responds to Blade and I touching you at the same time?” Clay’s voice rasping as he asked. Then, trailed his lips along her jaw and briefly brushed her against her lips again.
Bri stepped to the side to move toward the door when Blade grabbed her arm. “Not all men are assholes, Darlin’. Don’t lump us all together.”
Moving a step closer, Clay looked in her eyes and said softly. “Some of us know how to cherish a woman.”
She didn’t reply as she backed up and hurried out the same way she came.

Trust Us can be purchased at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Tie Me Up Tuesday ~ Tie Everything Down

Living along the coast in the US during the months from June until November residents are ever watchful of the storms brewing in the waters.

As the hurricane watches and warnings are announced, the Gulf Coast prepares for the arrival of Isaac. Although areas might not be in the direct path of a hurricane, the effects are often far reaching. The eastern side of the storm is usually the worst as the rainbands and winds wrap around the center, causing severe thunderstorms, tornados, and flooding.

If one is in the direct path of a hurricane (depending on its strength), they should seek shelter or evacuate.

When preparing for a hurricane, one must have enough supplies to last three to four days in case of power outages. Supplies should include nonperishable foods, water for drinking, sponge baths, and for flushing toilets. One should also have batteries, portable radio, flashlights, medicines, and first aid kits.

Preparations should also be made for your property and pets. Secure garbage cans, potted plants, lawn equipment, and anything that can become airborne in strong winds.

For all those in the vicinity of Isaac’s path, Godspeed.

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Goldie and the Three Doms

Goldie and the Three Doms

by Heaven O'Shey

Goldie, a mature slave, was confused on some Doms’ actions towards slaves of her age. She decided to get the opinions of three different Doms, the young hard body, the older disenchanted, and the rare intelligent Dom.

After interviewing all three, this is what Goldie concluded:

While the young hard body did want an older slave and had a few things to offer, he knew that a mature slave could help him gain insight and grow as a Dom. In addition, this Dom knew most mature slaves were already trained to please. A problem for Goldie, is that she would be more or less training this younger Dom. To Goldie, it seemed this Dom would be more suited with someone his own age as they could grow and learn together. The one thing that most young Doms have to offer to any slave is hot monkey sex at the drop of a hat without having to wait on the little blue pill to take effect.

The disenchanted Dom, on the other hand, wanted a young trophy slave to show off and boost his ego and pride. With a younger, naïve, and gullible slave, he could feed her a line of BS and she would not know the difference. In addition, he may not have the confidence or skills to handle a strong, mature woman who has lived her life working, making decisions, and knows the meaning of responsibility and submission. What this Dom fails to realize that one day the young slave will grow and mature and learn that this life is not a bed of roses and become disenchanted. She will no longer want to take care of an older Dom with whom she has nothing in common, especially as his health and finances begin to decline.

Now the last Dom, the intelligent one, knows the score. He knows the value of what the mature slave offers compared to the young ones who are clueless to this life and life in general. This Dom wants a slave who knows what it’s like to live in the real world and knows the meaning of submission, service, and obedience. This is a Dom who will not only use her, but will cherish her and all that she has to offer.

Sensual Saturday ~ A Night of Ecstasy

A Night of Ecstasy

by Heaven O'Shey

Lying in bed next to you

Our bodies covered in sweat

Shallow are our breaths

From tantric lovemaking

Your arm around me

My head on your chest

Slowly we come down from high

I licked the rose petals off you

Your fingers peel petals from my nipples

The brush of your hand makes them pebble

You shift to take a turgid tip in your mouth

My hand in your hair

Your hand caresses down my body

Reaching the juices

Flowing from my velvet lips

My thighs squeeze together taking

Your hand prisoner

You place my ankles at your shoulders

Positioning your cock

At my weeping pussy

Plunging deep

Ravishing my cunt

My legs slide around your waist

Pulling you closer with each stroke

My arms wrapping your shoulders tight

Till cries of ecstasy

Can be heard in the night

Sentiments whispered

Sweet kisses upon our lips

Exhausted we sleep

Joined as one

A Night of Ecstasy can be found in A Sensual Thought

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Thursday's Thoughts ~ Southern Sayings II

Hotter than a $2.00 pistol ~ very attractive, sexy

Whatever blows your skirt up ~ whatever makes you happy

Colder than a witch’s tit ~ frigid

Barking up the wrong tree ~ you’re asking the wrong person

Acting too big for your britches ~ trying to act older than you are, being arrogant

Finer than frog’s hair ~ exceedingly fine

Going off half cocked ~ charging into a situation unprepared

Ain’t got a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of ~ profoundly poor

Counting your chickens before they hatch ~ making plans before you know what’s going to happen

Butter my butt and call me a biscuit ~ an explanation, I just can’t believe that

Hump Day ~ Love Is In The Air

It’s that time a year again, when the air is filled with love. Twice a year, late spring and late summer, in the Southern Gulf Coast and southeastern United States, hundreds of thousands of Lovebugs take flight.

The Lovebug is a small flying insect that takes to the air for four to five weeks. In this time mating begins almost immediately. The Lovebug can remain coupled for several days and even in flight. Neither adult males nor females live longer than a few days.

So if you are driving through the Gulf Coast during these times of the year and you see a large swarm of slow moving little black bugs, it is the migration of the Lovebug.

A helpful tip is to use dryer sheets to remove dead bugs off your vehicle. 

Tie Me Up Tuesday ~ Bri's Punishment

This week's Tie Me Up Tuesday is an excerpt from Trust Us.

Heaven O'Shey's Trust Us can be purchased at Amazon


Spotting her on the same gravel road where she was attacked on a few days ago, they hurried their pace and reached her in a matter of minutes, before anything could happen to her.
Clay came up behind her, grabbed her, and tossed her over his back. She pounded her fist on his back, kicking his thighs with her feet. He smacked her a couple of times on her bare bottom, the scraps of her skirt having separated, falling on either side of her hips, giving him access.
“Stop hitting me and put me down. I’m not a child!” She yelled.
“You’re acting like one. Every time something doesn’t go right or you get scared, you run. Darlin’ you earned yourself a punishment, and Blade and I are going to give it to you.”
“You can’t do that to me.”
“The law says we can.” This time Blade’s Dom voice spoke.
Returning to the club through the same door they had gone out, Clay stalked over to a station with a chain hanging from the ceiling and two bolted to the floor. Blade went to the other side of the club to his personal locker. Grabbing wrist and ankle cuffs, on his way to rejoin Clay, he asked the Masters to accompany him.
Setting Bri on her feet, Clay said “Strip.”
“What? You’re crazy if you think I’m going to take what little clothes I have off.” Defiance laced her voice.
“Either you do, or I’ll do it for you. If I do it they won’t be fit to wear, and you’ll be naked for the rest of the night.” Clay’s voice let her know that now was not the time to push him.
Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Obeying, she slowly took off her top and skirt.
“The thong also.” He said.
She complied, unwillingly.
Blade had the Masters stand back away from the station. He and Clay wanted her to know that none of them thought she was a burden. Neither did they blame her for the criminal’s behavior encroaching on their playtime.
Presenting wrist cuffs to Clay, Blade knelt down and attached the ankle cuffs then a spreader bar securing them to the floor chains. Clay fastened her wrist cuffs to the overhead chain checking her circulation.
Blade and Clay stood in front so she could see them.
“Do you know why you are strung up?” Watching her closely Blade asked.
“You have predilections for naked women.” She anathematized.
“True, I like having my subs naked. However, you accepted our protection and gave your submission to us freely. That edict is our responsibility to keep you safe and do whatever we want or see fit to ensure your safety.” Clay kept his voice controlled, as he stepped closer and took her chin angling it to face him. He really wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. She had deliberately put herself in danger, and willful disobedience is a punishable offense.

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Wannabes

Man Up and Dom Up ~Wannabes

by Heaven O'Shey

Just because someone is male does not make him a real man, much less a Dom or a Master. Wannabes come in all ages, shapes, races, and sizes.

Some men have heard or read a little about BDSM, and seem to consider it the perfect way to find a sweet submissive woman to serve their every need, with some hot kinky sex thrown in as a bonus. As annoying as they can be, these desperate and persistent souls are not the really dangerous ones out there. True enough, their enthusiasm and lack of knowledge can get them in over their head in a hurry. Domly ignorance in BDSM can have serious consequences for a submissive. (More about this in a future post.)

One should beware of overly eager men, vanilla or lifestyle, which want to cam and meet before even taking time to meet a woman. A woman should also avoid persistent men who cannot take no for an answer when messaging them. It is unlikely that such men will accept or respect a “No,” a safeword, or a limit in real life.

Among the false Doms or wannabes lurk the truly malevolent ones. These are psychos who hope to lure unsuspecting women into dangerous situations, which can result in drugging, captivity, rape, injury, and even death.

BDSM involves consensual submission and slavery and should never be confused with nonconsensual slavery and human trafficking. Being in contact with a man who calls himself a Dominant does not mean a woman forfeits her freedom, especially her freedom of choice.

Good, experience, caring, Dominant men do exist. A woman should never settle for less. A submissive woman should take time and care to expect and require answers to her questions.

Communication and time are essential for sorting out the real Doms from the wannabes.

Sensual Saturday ~ Dreams

Dreams

by Heaven O'Shey

Alone I sleep

Restless in the night

For He is not at my side

Dreams steal me away

Hands caress me

Lips take mine

Through the night

Lost in desire

Sunlight wakes me

I feel

Heat by my side

I see

The head print on the pillow

Still I am alone

Save for my dreams

Dreams can be found in A Sensual Thought

A Sensual Thought can be purchased at Amazon 

Shey 's New Blog

My twin sister, Shey, has finally started a blog and joined Twitter. She will be reviewing toys and giving advice on heating up the passion in the bedroom.

For a good time stop by Shey’s blog http://sheyspassions.blogspot.com and follow her on Twitter https://twitter.com/SensualShey

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Mistakes

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Mistakes

by Heaven O'Shey

The pressure of being responsible for another’s safety, well-being, and even life, as well as living up to the expectations of others, can be highly stressful. Being only human, Doms can succumb to the stress and make mistakes just as any human might do under such circumstances.

The temptation to ignore or deny these mistakes is one of pride and ego, and Doms must strive to overcome this strong impulse.

Admission of being human and capable of faults or mistakes is not an indication of weakness. Rather, it is a sign of strength. Unacknowledged mistakes cannot be properly dealt with or successfully corrected.

The mature and experienced Dom realizes that the importance of honesty and correcting mistakes is as crucial in personal matters as it is in professional ones. He does not seek to blame others for his mistakes, and even assumes responsibility for their errors when he is in charge and in control. He considers this to be part of his role as the dominant partner in a couple. The Dom seeks to adjust his explanations, guidance, and direction rather than assigning blame and punishment.

When the Dom chooses to “Man Up and Dom Up” he gains the respect and admiration of his submissive. 

Sensual Saturday ~ I Want You

This week's Sensual Saturday comes from Shey and Raavee's book Murals of Lust.

I Want You

by Raavee

Somehow, I need to feel you

Need to see you

Need to smell you

I need to feel your body

Need to feel your hope

Your dreams

I need to know everything about you

And all that's in between

I want to understand you

And understand what you feel

I want to get close to you

And give you My warmth

I want you to have mine

And I want to have yours

Take you to the horizon

And lay down on Me

In everlasting unison 

I Want You can be found in Murals of Lust.

Available in French, Spanish, and English, and can be found at all of Amazon's sites.

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Thursday Thoughts ~ Y'all Just Ain't Right

How to tell when your partner in lust just ain’t right.

She Just Ain’t Right

When she asks if you want a hot oil massage, and then gets the pot of grease off the stove, she just ain’t right

When you ask if she is good at licking and sucking, she takes out a Tootsie Pop, and says, “Just watch,” she just ain’t right

When she has to take her teeth out to give you head, she just ain’t right

When she spits instead of swallows, she just ain’t right

When she says “I want to blow you,” and then starts blowing in your ear, she just ain’t right

When she asks you if you want to play in the bath, then hands you a rubber duck, she just ain’t right

When she says she can’t wait to ride you, and then she jumps on your back and says, “Giddy up,” she just ain’t right

When she offers to shave you and says, “Spread your legs,” while holding a straight razor, she just ain’t right

When she doesn’t want to have a ménage with Clay and Blade from Trust Us, she just ain’t right

He Just Ain’t Right

When you hand him a condom and he says, “Oh a balloon and tries to blow it up,” he just ain’t right

When he brings the whole chicken to bed instead just a feather, he just ain’t right

When you hand him the chocolate syrup and he drinks it out of the bottle, he just ain’t right

When you ask for anal and he gives you a glycerin suppository, he just ain’t right

When you ask him if he has any toys and he shows you his G. I. Joe collection, he just ain’t right

When you tell him you like from behind, and he puts his back against yours and says, “How’s this supposed to work,” he just ain’t right

When he comes home and you’re standing there naked and he asks, “What’s for dinner,” he just ain’t right

When he ask you to remove your edible underwear so he can eat it, he just ain’t right

When he says he has a cool place to have sex, and then you find out he means the meat locker at work, he just ain’t right

Hump Day ~ Buzz Kills

Bedtime turn offs that women do:

Taking a diuretic before bedtime

Going to bed with facial cream

Wearing flannel pajamas

Wearing curlers in hair

Neglecting to shave legs and underarms

Griping and bitching

Checking emails and posting on Facebook

Texting and talking on the phone

Saying, “Your mom called today.”

Informing him, as he cuddles up, “I’m on my period.”

Bedtime turn offs that men do:

Turning on the TV

Poor hygiene

Not shaving before bedtime

Going to bed drunk

Looking at a nudie magazine

Talking about exes

Eating in bed

Playing video games

Checking emails and posting on Facebook

Making flatulent noises

Heaven Talks BDSM

On Wednesday, August 8, from noon – 2 pm central time, I’ll be at Love Romance Café, discussing BDSM. Come join me for a fun interactive kinky chat. What questions would you like answered? Think about.

If you are not free during these hours just email me your questions and I’ll send you a reply.

Love Romance Cafe

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Expectations

Man Up and Dom Up ~ Expectations
by Heaven O’Shey

A real Dom will not tailor his performance and behavior to meet expectations of society, the lifestyle, or his partner. Rather, he will strive to exceed all expectations as he continues to learn and grow.

By the same token, he will not simply state his expectation to his submissive, but will patiently lead, teach, and guide her until she surpasses his expectations in her own growth and evolution.

His consistency, firmness, and calmness provide the secure and structured environment necessary for her to flourish.

In such a safe and loving atmosphere, even the most timid and insecure sub will come out of her shell and will be all that she can be. Also, a more headstrong and challenging sub can settle down and behave when she clearly knows what is expected and what will and will not be tolerated.

In vanilla life or BDSM, one must strive to assure expectations are realistic and are always clearly communicated to one’s partner.

Sensual Saturday ~ Dreams of Him

Dreams of Him

by Shey

Alone I sleep

Restless in the night

For He is not at my side

Dreams steal me away

Hands caress me

Lips take mine

Through the night

Lost in desire

Sunlight wakes me

I feel

Heat by my side

I see

The head print pillow

Alone

Save for my dreams

Dreams of Him can be found in Murals of Lust. 

Murals of Lust can be purchased at all of Amazons sites and is available in English, French, and Spanish.

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Thursday Thoughts ~ Southern Sayings

The South is known for its rich heritage of traditions, customs, music and cuisine. What is often overlooked is the language that is unique to the area.

Below are a few terms and sayings with a brief explanation.

Bless your heart ~ this can have a positive and negative meaning. It can be used to confer a blessing on or sympathy for someone going through a hard time, or it can have a sarcastic meaning and precede an insult.

Bubba ~ was slang for brother, but became a derogatory term for one that is not very bright.

Buggy ~ people in the rest of the country have shopping carts when they go to the grocery or discount store. In the South, you have a buggy.

That dog don’t hunt in these woods ~ that is not acceptable behavior here.

Put me wise to ~ informed me, gave me the inside scoop, or alerted me to something.

Honey please ~ in the rest of the country this would be expressed as give me break.

You’re crawfishing ~ means your backing up, being wishy washy, and going back on your word.

I got dirt to scratch and eggs to lay ~ not now I have things to do.

The boy ain’t right ~ person referred to is goofy.

Light bread ~ this refers to loaf bread as opposed to corn bread.

Over yonder ~ can refer to the other side of the room or a mile down the road.

Either fish or cut bait ~ get serious or keep playing around.

In a coon’s age ~ been a long time.

Grinnin like a possum ~ a smug expression or smirk.

Playing possum ~ playing dead, faking it.

Walkin in high cotton ~ being prosperous and happy.

Layin there like a bump on a log ~ being lazy.

Fixin to ~ about to do something.

Aim to ~ planning to do something.

Dinner ~ is the noon meal or lunch.

Supper ~ is the evening meal.

Lunch ~ is a meal you carry in a paper bag to work or school.

Who’s his people ~ means who is his family.

In the country ~ means in a rural area.

So and So passed ~ usually said with head down and quiet voice meaning someone has died.

Older than dirt ~ refers to a very old person.

Cookin with grease ~ making progress.

Sunday go to meetin clothes ~ church or dress clothes.

Go cut me a switch ~ get a small and thin limb from bush or tree, to be used for punishment.

Cold enough to hang meat ~ in the summer it means that a/c is set to high, in the winter it means the heat is set to low.

If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch ~ if you can’t keep up get out of the race or activity.

Nekkid ~ refers to being unclothed and up to something mischievous.