Happy 29 (again) to me!

Marie/Felix drew me a sexilicious picture. Check out the new ILLUST @ Avenier!

Muchas Gracias!

Piety, now with more plot

Chapter 8 is here, and woefully lacking in smut. (About time, right? I know. Gawd. I'm half way through the next chapter though, and should have that up Friday.)

As always, the entire thing is here.

HEED THIS WARNING YE MORTALS: This story contains themes of slavery and violence, as well as non-consensual sex. Please do not read it if you are uncomfortable with those things.

Today's economy: twice as much work for half as much money

My Ideal Schedule
The following is highly flexible.

11:00am-12:00pm: wake up at some point
12:00pm-02:00pm: love making, grooming, maybe some breakfast
02:00pm-04:00pm: exercise and yardwork
04:00pm-04:30pm: food prep for the evening feast
04:30pm-05:30pm: more love making
05:30pm-06:30pm: feast prepared, devoured, and cleaned up
06:30pm-08:00pm: game,conversation,dessert, movie, other activity with lover
08:00pm-11:00pm: writing
11:00pm-12:00am: reading & snack
12:00am-01:30am: writing
01:30am-03:00am: love making
03:00am-11:00am: sleep

My Actual Schedule
The following leaves very little wiggle room, but is modified on days with client meetings

08:00am-08:15am: get up. no, really. get your lazy ass out of bed.
08:15am-08:45am: breakfast & grooming
08:45am-09:15am: yardwork
09:15am-10:15am: exercise
10:15am-01:00pm: work
01:00pm-01:15pm: lunch
01:15pm-01:30pm: exercise
01:30pm-05:30pm: work
05:30pm-06:30pm: food prep & consumption
06:30pm-07:30pm: clean or die
07:30pm-07:45pm: shower again
07:45pm-08:30pm: more work
08:30pm-10:00pm: sit around in a catatonic haze, work on remodel, write, read
10:00pm-08:00am: sleep


I need to inherit a wealthy benefactor. Ha. "Dear Marcus- I will pay you a sum of $200,000.00 a year to write me smut. Sincerely, Mister/Missus Deeppockets" Might as well dream big, yah? xD

Say wut?

Did I edit my own writing instead of someone else's? Why yes; yes I did. Why? Because we all deserve sexy story books.

Behold, the vastly improved 2:21. Click it. You know you want to.

Fuck you world. I loved that cat. He lit up every goddamn day no matter how bad that day got. And today was a -good- day. Until that.

Pardon me while I go into a depressed spiral for a bit.

Marcus out.

Good (a smutty short)

Some mornings were more difficult to wake to than others. José found his eyelids were heavier than usual, and that opening them even the slightest bit made his stomach clench unpleasantly. He breathed slowly through the parting of his lips, waiting for the sensation to pass as he eased out of the confusing haze of his dreams. Slowly, slowly, José opened his eyes again.