Monday, October 26, 2009

As you can see, my latest story is written from the male point of view. How did I do?

It was an interesting and enjoyable exercise. Putting myself in the place of a male was surprisingly erotic.

I think I would like to be a man for a day or two. Imagine the things I could get up to! Perhaps there is a story there. A little magic, a lot of sex.... hmmmmm, the options are endless.  

Better get writing!

Just a Quickie

Almost all day today she has been sending me one after another of her damn stories. The woman drives me crazy. Right now, I’m frustrated and horny and I don’t think I like her very much. She may have had the day off to do whatever - well, I know what she did, because she told me in graphic detail - but I had to work. It’s difficult to concentrate on the bottom line when you have had a hard on since 9 am.

It is mid afternoon, and I’m taking a late lunch to clear my head. I have a few errands to run, but instead of heading to Target to pick up razors, my car appears to be, of its own volition, heading to her house.

I have no idea if she is still at home; I have no real idea why I’m going over there. The restless energy driving me is far from logical; all I know is that I need to direct some of this frustration back at the source.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Once upon a time in a bar not so far away....

The bar is crowded. It’s hot and the press of bodies makes it difficult to find a way to the bar. After pushing her way through, Eve sees her friend, who has despite the crowd managed to find not one, but two seats. She drops into it with a sigh, and hangs her bag on the nifty little handbag hook by her knee.

It’s been a long couple of days. Who thought entertaining business clients could be so exhausting? The last ones were back on the plane heading to who-cares-where and she and her friend have agreed to meet here to unwind. He was a lot of fun and good company, shame she felt so damn tired and really only wanted to go to bed.