I realized the rate of quality stories coming from me has dropped lately. There are probably a host of reasons including the fact that I’m acting out more of my fantasies so there isn’t as much to write about. Then again, I’m wondering if it stems from a lack of true inspiration on my part. …
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I haven’t been able to write in days. It’s like the stories are stuck. Stories on the train has been brewing, but I’ve been distracted. My hope is it’ll bubble up soon. Here’s just something short and unedited to loosen the cobwebs. A pic is up on twitter to accompany this. I sit in the …
I haven’t had someone guest on this blog yet. I figured the best person to pop my cherry is none other than the sexy Kayla Lords. She’s a brilliant erotica writer and an excellent editor. Much respect for her drive and determination when it comes to her goals. Follow her on twitter @KaylaLords. I’ll let …
Doing a prompt from Andy. Tried the non-standard prompt and used the one I picked as the title. My word count: > 200 — I need you For more than kisses Need lasting Permanent Greater than sex Stick around And be my Forever She rolled to her stomach and lifted her ass into the air. …
This is the story I gave to Nate for my interview. Figured I’d post it here with the song so you can listen as you read. He liked to believe he wasn’t violent, but the moment she started with those snarky comments his anger spiked. She used that mouth and tongue of hers like a …
Nate asked some great questions! Check out the story I offered (unedited) and go do an interview with him yourself. Thanks!
Got my posts mixed up because I didn’t have the song of the week ready yesterday. Decided to combine it with Andy’s prompt. Prompt: Permanent Marker Word count: 199 (ish? I rearranged some things) “What. The fuck?!” The roar of his voice vibrating the bedroom walls made Vivian freeze. As if in slow motion, she …
Man, it’s been a long week. Lazy day for me. Everything in me focused on getting home though I couldn’t help checking out each person that stepped on the train. Fatigue slowed my mind down, but the longer I watched people, the more my creativity tried to sit up and took notice. He’s a naughty …
It’s pretty apparent that I’ve abandoned ship on the Twelve Week Challenge front. It was good in some respects and props to Panty Parade for helping me through my writer’s block. You should follow her, by the way. I find her posts frank and refreshingly honest. So, where am I at the end (my end) …