Scheduled StoriesNext:None scheduled at this moment.Next Empty Day:Tue, Nov 12th
All my life, I wanted to be a painter. You know, most girls dream of being a princess and drew the castle their dreamed to live in one day. Instead, I drew the castle because I liked drawing castles.
And so, my allergies are not giving me an easy time at all this year.
I am barely able to write, and I certainly am not able to sustain a buffer.
This serial initially named Sandra and launched on this site as Alex in the fall of 2014 was initially written in 2002. It was my first erotic story written on a computer (Susanna, my first story was previously written mostly on my Palm Pilot using an external keyboard).
Going out isn’t easy when you are single and broke.
I do have a job, I work two nights per week at a donut shop. It’s all I could secure.
The next morning, the landlord called me while I was still making breakfast for the kids.
“The new tennant for your office is really anxious to use all of the space. Could you move today to the new place?”
I quickly went to my apartment to take a long bath.
It had been great wearing some clothes today, but somehow, I had missed being naked during that hour or so. It’s odd how used to nudity I was beginning to be.
“What do you mean by next time?”
“Well, I mean the next time I come over and fuck your brain out. I mean, look at you, no orgasm. Doesn’t it feel a little unfair that I got to cum and you didn’t? Perhaps I can help you there…”, she replied, teasing me.
As I look at my archives, I seem to find a critical moment in writing my stories and that’s pretty much always September/October.
Pat is not evolving the way I had planned it to go and it’s probably the story which prompted a rewrite of my notes the fastest: after only 5 chapters and less than 3 months after initial planning!
And so, it seemed like I wasn’t just using nudity for shock value, but that I had turned into a full fledged exhibitionist.
I did a quick look around as Annie was fetching my black robe for the ceremony.
I had been offered a mask, but since I had been the emcee earlier I felt like it was useless to hide my face. Well, it might have added to the decorum, but in a way, I wanted to be known, to be recognized.
As always, at the height of a fight, my husband left the apartment and slammed the door behind him.
Was he still my husband though?
And so, Karen was pushing a lot harder tonight than she had let on when she initially put the tube on.