Can fetch, sit up, shake hands, roll over, beg, has been de-ticked and has a brand new flea collar.
Dirty and filthy talk during sex is necessary!!!
I like 'Lumbago In Limbo' and 'Lucella Takes a Fall'.
I don' know, titles just happen. They're a lot of fun to come up with. Quite the opposite of many people, I often come up with a title I like and that leads to a concept for my story.
Grilled pork chop, mashed po-taters with cream gravy, turnip greens, sweet slaw, corn-on-the-cobb, cornbread, fried peach pie, and sweet tea.
Boiled peanuts, popcorn, Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Miniatures, chips & hot salsa, chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, cocktail peanuts, peanut butter crackers, M&Ms, ice cold beer...
When it comes to sex I write what I know and have experienced. I get into character. It should not be clinical nor should it sound like your describing a suspect to the police. Your descriptions of the characters should evolve rather slowly into the scene. And some vagueness is good, let the reader build their own image from the aura of the scene you create.
If you're like me, there is a lot of talking and noise during sex. Dirty talk and taunting makes sex that much hotter. Great sex should make you sweat even in frigid temperatures. Make a scene with action that the reader can taste and feel as well as hear in their head.
I don't think a charge of theft would stand up against someone finding money lying on the ground in a public place.
I presume if the doctor gave me only one hour to live I'd be too messed up to get out of the hospital bed. So I'd probably ask for a lot of morphine.
In Atlanta, the strippers get completely nude so the customers would have to be into crossdressers, etc. cause they'd see all.
Myself I'm 100% straight, so I only would seek out a female dancer only but if any of my friends wanted a crossdresser for themselves that wouldn't bother me.
This past week was hard as hell. Got another tough one coming up. So soon, a before bedtime bourbon on the rocks.
I just added some new stories to my personal reading queue, including Ocean's latest.
Cheers all.
It was a small cactus and it was by accident. At the time I was a donkey jockey racing in the Great Nevada Hee Haw Derby. My donkey named California Big Pecker was ahead by a length when he suddenly stopped because he saw a lizard. That threw me forward and I landed on a green sticky cactus. Despite bleeding from my rectum (since I'd wrecked 'em) I got back on Big Pecker and we caught the other galloping asses, passed 'em and won the Derby. Oh, the fabulous glory of it all. I couldn't sit for two weeks.
I've eaten hominy and hominy grits many times.
Seriously, being dyslexic, writing the wrong word that is similar in look happens all the time. Even reading it wrong but writing it wrong happens the most. That is why when writing a story, I use a long and arduous proofing process for my own work. And I always use another person to read behind me after I've proofed and reproofed several times.
For me, proofing someone else's work is much easier.
I need a strong drink. Straight bourbon on ice. Maybe chase it with vodka. Y'all have a drink with me.