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Today is the first sort-of day of my hiatus. There is still technically one commission I’m supposed to do, but the client isn’t responding. So, I’m calling it “sort-of hiatus.” It’s been an interesting start: Ebony got an eye inflammation, so I had the vet come out. It’s just as well—the herd was going to…
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Wow, it’s been way too long. I’m finally at the bar again, and I learned something new today: if you salt a napkin, it won’t stick to your beer mug. Neat! The plans to have the smaller house built fell through: turns out I needed more equity, and it’s a minimum 17 months at my…
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Hi, all. I know I haven’t posted on here in a long time, and I’m hoping to get better about that. The good news is, I’m down to five remaining commissions, and then I’ll be done. On that note, my commissions are currently closed. After having about a dozen of them hanging over my head…
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I’m going to forgo the whole April Fools’ thing…never been very good at those anyway. But I figured it’s been a while since I last posted, and I’m due. Let’s see… My week off from commissions ends today, so I’ll have to get back into it hot and heavy tomorrow. I haven’t done nearly enough…
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I’ve been missing out. Grasshoppers are really good! Alcoholic mint.
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Wow, the days are flying by this month! Seems I always think I’m a day behind. I’ve been snowed under with commissions and haven’t had a chance to post. I’m taking a break at the local bar and restaurant. Lookit the green beer! Of course, yours truly forgot that it was St. Patty’s day. Between…
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Yay, bar time! It’s karaoke night, they’re giving away $2 fireballs, I’m about halfway through my 1L beer mug and have a couple of Jell-O shots on board…feels good. A thought: in the infinite multiverse, there is a place where schnozberries are the only food. Thoughts to ponder…
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Okay, okay, I know, I keep promising I’m gonna get back on here, and then I keep not doing it. Commissions are crazy! I think I mentioned I got 3 new ones last Sunday. Well, I’m revising the last of those, and then those three will be done. But… The one who commissioned the third one also…
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So, tonight was supposed to be the night where I played catch-up from having not slept much last night (or last week…). I got into bed and started watching BoJack Horseman (again) and was mostly just kinda winding down when I happened to check my FA account and saw that I had a message from one…
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My life is a dichotomy. Now, don’t worry, this isn’t gonna be one of those me-feeling-sorry-for-myself posts. It is, however, introspective, as my posts tend to be. Sorry, no sexiness here. When I was a kid, I used to live two lives: the public “good kid” life, straight-A student, teacher’s pet, would chew you out…
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What a day. For the record, I hate the cold. It rained all day and hovered around 32°F until after noon today with wind gusts in the 20s, making for a very cold windchill. For fear of being trapped on icy roads, I ended up teleconferencing with my financial advisor rather than having a face-to-face…
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You know, my site’s been in existence for a few hours now, and there’s still nothing erotic on it. I need to fix that. Admittedly, I’ve already got this posted on my FA site, but here it is again because I happen to be rather proud of this. I don’t often write poetry (other than haikus;…
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“It’s alive!” he cried. He didn’t mean his monster. E-stim is so great. Zombies yelling “brains”: Their metonymy is off: That head has no brain. Gays are in closets; Skeletons are in closets. Gays must want a bone. Midnight sultry snack: Those ghouls just wanna have fun, Tasting hidden lips.
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I’ve noticed in my writing that I have a tendency to drone on a bit. It’s not that I’m repetitive or overly wordy, but I do tend to add a lot of details about things I have to say. So, I’m going to try something different: I’m going to try to write an erotic microfiction.…
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The last one was kinda fun…and instant gratification is great, so… I’ve got a nice buzz going (yay, rum and Dr. Pepper)…let’s see what we get. Lying there, strapped to the gurney and knowing what was happening, he looked at his boyfriend and cried. The laser started. His balls ached with lust. It was too…
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It doesn’t matter what the information was that she had on him. What does matter is that if she were to leak it, it would ruin him. Not the kind of ruin where people gasp in shock, take to social media for an hour, denounce his name, and that’s the end of it. Not even the…
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My name? What difference does that make? You liked your ranch dressing, didn’t you? Well, that’s all that matters. No sense getting all sentimental about how it’s made or the names of the furs that produce it. They pay us well enough. It’s exhausting work, and you wake up sore every day. Thank goodness for…
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A friend of mine and I were talking, and he said, “You know what’d make a really good story?” Well, I won’t give it away, but suffice to say, I agreed that it would make a really good story, and here’s the result. I haven’t proofread it at all; it’s hot off the press, just-written. Y’all…
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Now, I didn’t tell you this, but there aren’t any female reindeer at Santa’s workshop, and, well, the guys get kinda…well, you know. That’s where I come in. I help the reindeer so they can help Santa. It all starts about two months before Christmas. Until then, life is pretty easy for the boys. For…
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