A Thousand-one Days of Writing

I don’t discuss writing on this blog on purpose. Simply put, I’ve reached a point where I no longer need to justify my process. I just do things and make shit up as I go, and that’s enough to get me publishable stories. Better to leave a few things behind the curtain. And honestly, I think either a blog can be for the readers, or for other writers, but probably not both.

But today, I want to look back at something i’ve done, for teaching and perhaps motivating other writers who happen to be reading this.

Beginning on June 10, 2015 all the way to right now on March 6, 2018, I’ve written every single day. By my count, this is day 1,001. Continue reading “A Thousand-one Days of Writing”


Sunday Quickie: The Birthday Ring

An old girl like me can learn new tricks. At least that’s what Nikki, my somewhat younger girlfriend, says. After five years of dating and sleeping with her, she’s qualified to know.

I was in the bedroom, reclining in my favorite reading chair. The air conditioning was cool on my skin, and I was stripped to the waist, wearing nothing but a denim mini-skirt and blue panties. Both my nipples were erect, and one throbbed like hell. It had a shiny new ring poked through it. I kept looking down, not quite daring to touch my sore nipple, but wanting to. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: The Birthday Ring”


This week’s Humpday story will be a day late. My private life is a mess right now. But I’m still writing and publishing. If anything, the writing and publishing has kept me focused, where I otherwise would’ve lost focus.

This week’s story, A Fitting Room Squeeze, was actually written last year, just never published. So no worries about rushing a deadline or anything. Only needs cover art and a spell check, and to figure out which bonus story the ebook edition will get.

Sorry… Check back Thursday.

Sunday Quickie: What Happens in the Library


In my last semester of college, I was an emotional wreck. My boyfriend since freshman year dumped me for a cougar. The trip to Paris I’d been planning for a year had fallen through. And I’d been rejected from all ten PhD programs I’d applied to. Life sucked, and I wasn’t sure why I even bothered anymore. Time got filled with Irish mint ice cream, intense boot camp style workouts, and late night studying at the college library. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: What Happens in the Library”

Humpday Story: Something Wicked This Way Comes

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Not Monday. Not quarterly reviews time. And certainly not the worst job Millie Samson ever had. But Tuesday might as well be all three of those rolled into one. 

First order of business: change into her high heels so Millie won’t be the shortest woman in the office.

Second order of business: interview job candidates for Monahan Investments. Mr. Rex Monahan, the billionaire shapeshifter dinosaur himself, expects only the best working girls in his company.

But when the elevator doors ding open at the wrong floor and Rex steps in, Millie knows this Tuesday is anything but normal.

If you enjoy quirky dinosaur shapeshifter erotica, be sure to read Something Wicked This Way Comes.


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Sunday Quickie: Midnight Show


The local cheap-seats theater always smelled of burnt popcorn and spilled soda. Not even sure why I took Nikki to a show there. Well, I do know why.

She’s ten years younger than me, just out of college and still wet behind the ears. And always horny. Her hair color changes with the season, but most of the time it’s shades of purple.

On movie night, I took her to see Zombie Pirates of Vancouver. We expected the show to be terrible, and weren’t disappointed. Halfway through, right when the main hero started chainsawing his way through the hordes, Nikki put aside her soda and touched my thigh. Her fingernails scratched through the denim, tickling my skin. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: Midnight Show”

Humpday Story: Whipped Cream Surprise

Whipped-Cream-Surprise-GenericThis was their Sunday routine as a couple.

He’d stumble downstairs first, to be alone for a bit. Make coffee, watch news and the sports shows, read the paper. She left him alone, knowing he needed the solitude in the morning. So she read a book, listened to the classic rock station for a few songs, and then follow him down.

Once he was fully awake, the fun began. They’d share a pancake breakfast with coffee and whipped cream. Then watch the Vikings and the Bears, drink beer later, have a late dinner, have sex.

Sometimes, have sex multiple times, and preferably in a different room each time.

If you enjoy steaming erotica with quirky couples, be sure to read Whipped Cream Surprise.


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