Absolutely. If it's someone I am not involved with it's hot (like several have said, women go into detail, and know which details are important, plus they provide the emotional side as well). If it's someone I am involved with (I know because this happened recently), I enjoy the stories, but more for curiosity's sake, to know more about her (I can never know enough). It isn't a turn on, it's just interesting.
On a fire escape outside an apartment building in Manhattan.
I think of her eyes
The way they dance like moonlight
on placid water
Seems like a very, very nice guy. The chicks certainly dig his kindness and politeness.
What are tonight's specials?
Got a story in a erotica mag up today (or at least I noticed today). Elevation, one of the early Shards (I don't call them Shards anymore, in their second life outside Lush). Anyway. Cheers. I'm buying, until my $15 payment runs out.
If the Mets win tonight, it will be the best start in Mets history. I love teams built around pitching, like this one. Hitting home runs (like the Yankees) is boring.
Köffee please, barkeep.
Hey all. I'll buy a round, and have a Herbal Furball. A Verbal Herbal Furball!
There is literally no better feeling than writing while listening to the post-game show of a Mets win.
Seems likes folks are finally on the heal here. Good to know. Have a good evening everyone!
EDIT: Gill - hot avatar!
Octopuses change their color to blend in with their surroundings, yet they are colorblind (or their eyes are, anyway). Their skin "sees" the color around them and imitates it.
Three fingers of Jameson's, please. Thanks Fuzz! Finally sent out three new story submissions to magazines, after being too busy to do so for months. Felt good.
As did writing 500 or so words.
And did I mention...IT SNOWED TODAY! In frikkin April!
With no Mets game to obsessively watch, I am off to read some stories.
Welcome newbies Jim and Weekender.
Wrote 200 words finally. It's pretty much a description of a parking lot. The sentence "His cock stirred." does show its head (heh) at the end, so at least it's a start.
Long day today. And no Mets game to relax to at the end of it. Sigh. Köffee please, Bill.
Can't write for shit these last few weeks. Well, okay I write 3000 words, but then cut 2000 of them last night.
I had my youngest (who has the insane 7 a.m. school start) walk to school so I could sleep in for an hour. Feels nice to be fully rested.
Another afternoon Mets game. 4-1 on the year baby! Today, however, we have to play a good team.
Hit me with a mug of whatever Bertha's spewing out.
Sara, I swear you and I nearly always have the same weather. Great warm day here too!
Larry, I love that musical. Go for it!
Mets won! Fürballs are in me!
Drama, debate, literary mag geek. I was straight A and squeaky clean until my senior year, and cuz I was seen as a good student, I found I could get away with anything. Skipped first hour government class 2-3 times a week so I could sleep in and still got A's, skipped PE and made up all the missed days during the bowling segment (I love to bowl). Partied hard every weekend - drank a ton of cheap wine, smoked a ton of nearly worthless Iowa ditch-weed (it grows wild, we'd dry it ourselves and smoke it).