I am traveling, and so this is not a proper entry. There is no lengthy review, nor even a link, but some things require immediate gratification.

I don't care for pornography. This is surprising for a lot of people (the ones who know that I write it). Still, I try every now and again. Written erotica here, some video there. As a whole, I find it distasteful. Mostly it leaves me bored, or wanting a shower in the same way as standing in a cloud of second hand smoke makes me want a shower.

I love this book. It was sexy and sexual and satisfying. So.. maybe if you like pornography, you won't like it. Maybe you will.

The Girl who Couldn't Come by Joey Comeau. I purchased it a while ago, after I read a sample and decided I must read the rest. I only now got around to it. A pity, but at least words hold their flavor in ways that fine chocolate does not.

So. That is that. I hope you like it. No. I hope you love it.

Piety Update

It's raining, it's pouring... I think spring has skipped out on us this year. Poor Weiss has been treated to a feast of gray and damp since her arrival. It's almost enough to make me want to hibernate. I hauled her off for drinks and chat and creating this morning, so you get a few pages of my productivity. Yay! I'll share more when I get to bring it to a nice breaking point.

The current update is here.
All of Piety is here.

This story is very unpleasant. Writing aside, it's subject matter is often violent, and rarely optimistic. That will change eventually, but not before it gets worse. Consider yourself warned!

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For those of you who have bookmarked the main .pdf location, please note that my original folder has been restored. I will continue to update the old location until the beginning of July, at which point it will be removed. 

Nothing in Pink

I've been sick. And well.. well. More well than sick, but predictably sick. The irony of being more well than ill is that I spend my well time doing things other than write. Things I hadn't ever thought I would be able to do. So this is good on one hand, but on the other.. I'm not making enough time to write. And now Felix is here, and I am spending even less time writing (but Felix is here! Yay!). The long and the short of it? I'm as sporadic and unpredictable as ever, and you're just going to have to forgive me (or throw rocks at my window and piss on my lawn).

Anyway! Have a smut. It's Nasr & Devon, so mind the noncon tag.
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    There was little that was reassuring about the nothingness. Devon might have called it black, and it really was black at first, but then it was void. A blip in his perceptions that was entirely unaccounted for. Even the deep sleep of too much heroin was easier to reconcile than the nothingness that Nasreddin so seemed to enjoy inflicting upon him. It was frightening to wake from, to try and gather his wits only to realize that, for all intents and purposes, he’d been dead. Not that Nasr gave him the time to dwell in that terror.