Greetings all. I want to say that I'm going to be on this site a lot more. I've been absent due to factors that are now no longer preventing me being here. I've missed you guys.
I'm pleased to announce that Part Eight, the final chapter of my novel Claudia Incarnata is finally published. All the mysteries are at last revealed in this lusty story set on the beautiful island of Sicily. Enjoy!
Chapter 7, the lastest part of my mystery novel 'Claudia Incarnata' has just been posted. It's great as a stand alone tale but is also the latest episode in the mystery of Tintamare. Enjoy!
To the anonymous person who gave my story ASC 1690 a '4' and left constructive criticism and nice comments - Thank you ! I value your honesty, your praise and your critique.
My latest story and competition entry, A.S.C 1690, has been posted. It's a one off story about an ordinary girl who makes an extraordinary discovery. Read it and find out what....
Part seven of my erotic mystery, 'Claudia Incarnata' is now posted. It is a lusty tale of one passionate young woman's quest to discover the secrets of her grandmother's beautiful house on the shores of the Mediterranean. Each chapter may be read as a stand alone story but the whole tale is very rewarding too.
"The enemy of art is the absence of limitations." - Orson Welles
Conversation on a train between to young women : "Jayden asked me what I want for my birthday." "What did you say?" "I want the lights on."
After work last Friday afternoon, while walking to my local produce market, I passed, as usual through a small arcade which leads to the upper story carparks. Suddenly and seemingly from nowhere, came the strains of 'La Donna e Mobile' from Verdi's Rigoletto. The aria was beautifully sung and the strong, vibrant notes cut through the mundane atmosphere of the arcade like a hot knife through butter. Of course the ignorant crowd turned and stared momentarily then went about their business. A few were clearly annoyed that the grey, uniformity of their lives had been interrupted by a few moments of sublime beauty. But not I. The source of the song was an ordinary looking young man sitting on a bench with a cane; a blind busker. As I dropped a few coins into his basket, I was so overcome with emotion that I could only whisper one word to him - "Bravo".
My five month old son is already proving to be a very alturistic person. The one thing he posesses he will freely give to any and all who bother to ask for it - his smile.
My four month old son has taught me something; that we are all born profoundly happy.
"Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee."
- Robert Herrick
Well the 'fair issue' has finally arrived. I'm now the proud father of a very cute son, Zac.
"I hope for quiet days, fair issue, long life and such love as 't is now."
- Shakespeare, The Tempest.
Let me say with all due modesty, that after careful consideration I have decided that I am the luckiest person I know.
Let us not forget that sex without love is only friction, but friction of the best possible kind.
" The sea gives her shells to the shingle,/ The Earth gives her streams to the sea:/ They are many but my gift is single,/ My verses, the first fruits of me."
"Soon all eyes shall turn/ And languishingly melt and burn/ For Damalis. But she won't part/ From Numida, her new sweetheart,/ And clings more lovingly to him/ Than ivy round an ilex limb."
- Horace. Odes, Book I, 36
To every age its art, to art its freedom.
- Ludwig Hevesi
Old age with love is like winter with flowers.
"Where songs are not heard there is no life for me; Let me live amidst the crowning of poets."
Well Folks the tale of Lusty Loretta is almost complete. When chapter one becomes available you can read all four parts.