{May 1, 2012}   The Compromise

They had the whole world thinking they had a friendship that one would envy but deep down they hated each other

Anytime there would be a group gathering they’d each inquire about whether or not the other would be there and decide not to show up

Finally, their mutual friends and co-workers caught on to their scheme

They both ended up at the Halloween party, wearing matching costumes

Their costumes?

He a slice of bread, she a jar of grape jelly

Laughs were had by all, even them. At first.

Until they realized who was in the costume that matched their own.

They met in the hall way, fuming

An argument was had as each of them accused the other of not inquiring about what the other’s costume would be and acting accordingly

Ten minutes later, after they realized their argument was pointless and going nowhere, they start laughing

and laughing turned into one passionate kiss

which then turned into them taking their costumes off

they found the nearest bathroom and left their costumes in the hallway

Co-workers and mutual friends began to notice that they both were gone and went searching for them

After finding their costumes sprawled on the floor they stopped to listen to the sounds coming from the bathroom a few feet away

they all laughed and went back to enjoy their drinks



{June 12, 2011}   I’m Humbled

By all the love I’ve been getting on my writing.

The fact that I have friends who want to see my work make it into a book was just, I had no words and to top that I have a friend who wants to turn some of my work into short films.

I was rendered speechless. It’s not that I didn’t think my work was good enough, it’s just that I didn’t know other people saw what I do in my writing.

I’m really starting to feel like a real writer despite the struggles I’ve been having to get certain people to read them but I’m over that now. The love I’ve been getting outweighs that struggle.

I feel bad that I can’t exactly remember who read my first story. It’s titled Dreams Do Come True and it came from a dream I had. I woke up with the urge to write about it and since I couldn’t remember all the details I fantasized about the rest of it and it became a story. It was my first sex related story.

Another story came from me glancing at the BKS’s avatar and noticed that he was wearing a tie and came up with Fun on the Job

The first time my stories were referred to as erotic (by someone who’d seen a story via 2tastytongues) I smiled and then a friend of mine called them soft porn. That made me smile but it also made me wonder how people would take my stories being written by a virgin. Would they think a virgin is equipped to write such stories. Oh well if they don’t. I know where the ideas come from and it has nothing to do with whether or not someone has been between my legs

I feel as if I can’t say thank you enough to those who do enjoy reading my stories but please know I’m deeply grateful and all the love and feedback is very appreciated

et cetera