I hadn't written in quite a long time until I stumbled across this site a few months ago. (My story was, and continues to be, that I was doing some research on drunken novelists. THANK YOU, Nicola, for the plausible deniability.)
I read a couple of the stories on the front page and then decided to click on a few of the Editors' Picks. I found them... stimulating. So much so that I found myself coming back here for more "research". I quickly decided to join the fun and post a story. It was a great decision. I can't say why it is that erotica gets my creative juices flowing like no other genre but I've decided to just run with it.
I'm an amateur, of course, but I enjoy trying to improve my skills. It's really great to have a place to post my work and receive some feedback. Several authors and mods have been very welcoming and supportive. I've tried to honor that tradition by encouraging the talented writers I have had the pleasure to read.
I welcome all correspondence that comes my way. I've met a few extremely creative, funny people in my short time here and I look forward to perhaps one day meeting you.
Interests Writing naughty stories Sports (mostly basketball, running, swimming, waterskiing) Salt water fishing Carpentry Reading Drinking beer Complaining about taxes.
Favorite Books To Kill a Mockingbird The Three Musketeers You Can't Go Home Again Moby Dick A Prayer for Owen Meaney Sometimes a Great Notion Of Mice and Men Franny and Zooey ... ughh, ... too, too many to keep going.
Favorite Authors See above books. Also ... Jeffrey Eugenides, Jonathan Franzen, Michael Lewis, John Irving, Tom Wolfe, and Lisa J. Bradley.
Favorite Movies Oh God, I love movies. Let's see, Tarantino is interesting. Anything with Kevin Spacey is going to be good for sure. I own a ton of mob movies and scary movies.
Favorite Music Nirvana Little Feat Pearl Jam Foo Fighters Drive By Truckers Steve Earle The Waterboys Smashing Pumpkins Jane's Addiction Credence Clearwater Revival Lynyrd Skynyrd Green Day Taylor Swift (guilty pleasure) Katy Perry (see Taylor Swift) Stones of course ... and Bruce
Credits rolled. So went another sappy romantic comedy, the third one I’d consumed in as many days. Me. Mister Sensitivity. I’d like to be able to say I didn’t know what was going on with me, but I hadn’t reached the point of lying to myself. Yet. I tapped a key and the tablet went dark. It was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. A fuzzy orange sphere shimmered on the glass tower across the avenue, drenching my office in...
The lit windows looked golden and inviting as my rig rumbled toward the little house at the end of the street. The place wasn’t much to look at and the neighborhood had seen better days. But fresh paint and flower boxes dripping with blue pansies made it feel cheerful and homey.Colleen’s eyes flitted anxiously over my shoulder when she opened the door. “I told you never to come here without calling first,” she hissed. She...
A simple dinner with his girlfriend gets complicated.
“Hi sweetie!” Margie lifted onto her toes for a peck on the lips before breezing past me with an armload of groceries. I scratched my head and peered up and down the street before closing the door and trailing barefoot after her. “Thought I’d make you something healthy tonight.” The brown paper bag was half empty and water was drumming the stainless steel sink by the time I twirled a chair and straddled the seat. I folded...