As always, we Canucks know how to stay warm in these frigid days. I now have PhotoShop and, after a few lessons, now (sort of) how to use it...time to start playing. After the better part of eighteen stressful months that involved my finally burning out last summer, it's time to get back to work. ...so where were we?
Author's note: this week's Wicked Wednesday meme is to write a tale of erotica based on something that happened on Titanic...um, yeah, but... "Calli, this is going to be much too cold." "But we can heat it the fuck up." She grinned up at him. "Chicken? Paul, are you chicken?" Unbuttoning her coat, she dropped it from her shoulders into a pile of snow. Her naked athletic physique caught shine from the sunlight above and reflected off the blues and whites of snow below. Her naked hips moved with rhythm and grace, leading her towards a wall of white. She was as tall as he was with a similar shade of black curls, albeit much longer down her pale skinned back. "Oh, you are so beautiful and brave," Paul said with a grin as he [Read more...]
Steam lifted off the darkened street as cars passed through puddles. The streetlights offered spots of light between the deluge and the wind. The full-length windows muted the sound of cars skidding past below. Kent stared into the darkest part of his reflection to look outside. The fluorescent lighting in the hall made it difficult to see much out there. He stood in his blue uniform with his first name embroidered on his right chest with a broom over his shoulder. No one would mistake him for a soldier carrying a rifle, but he still smiled at the thought. A car sprayed water on the sidewalk causing nearby pedestrians to scatter away from the edge. Kent chuckled and returned to his hall trek. He began whistling "If I Only Had a Brain" [Read more...]
Author's note: It's been awhile since I've offered a new series here, and after a few weeks off it is about time I returned with a Wicked Wednesday post. This is the first part of a new project I'm calling "Black Rings". Based on my notes, this one may go for a while. For the record, the last time I said something like that was the beginning of Savannah. This could be fun. She walked towards him from the club's bar area. A grin crossed her lips as she thought he looked perfect for the thoughts of erotica that her mind was basking in. He sat with his eyes transfixed on a ring on his right hand. A leather coat was open showing a dark button-down collar shirt beneath it. His graying, brown hair flickered with colour from the stage lights [Read more...]
Being the Canadian that I am, please allow me to apologize in advance for this. I wanted this to be funny, but I simply cannot do it. Been awhile since I’ve discussed politics ‘round these here parts, but there have been some things going on lately that have my blood boiling. The problem is figuring out where to start. I know, I know; Julie Andrews says we should start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. How do you solve a problem like oppression? I've been sharing a lot of Facebook and Twitter posts about what has been reported in the news lately, and I've gotten some flack about it. Those that would have us keep our heads down and claim any news against their leaders is "hatred" say we should stop it and let [Read more...]
Author's note: Part two of the new teaser series for the upcoming project, Savannah's Alternate Universe. "So who were Benz and Grayle?" The man lifted his eyes to look over his reading glasses across the table. Brad shrugged and gave a wide grin. "Grayle was, oh I don't know, a fed investigator of some sort. Benz was her informant, I guess." "And this,..." his eyes lowered from Brad to the open manila folder in front of him. "Benz?" Brad nodded. "He was leading Grayle to...?" "To meet Savannah." The man's eyes widened and, with pen in hand, he pushed his reading glasses further up his nose. "Yes, Savannah." Brad gave a grin that was more like a grimace. With eyes returning to the file folder, the man tapped the [Read more...]
Author's note: This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is Winter. Being I've missed a number of prompts recently, I had to get back in on this one. Who better than a Canadian, such as I, to write a piece or erotica about winter? So how's about a little tale from the British Columbia Rockies of a pair lost in the snow? How about the first real snippet of my next big project that I announced last week? Oh, and maybe, just maybe with a cameo of my most prolific of characters, so far. To set the scene, we have Benz and Grayle trudging through a blizzard after abandoning their vehicle on a mountain road somewhere just south of Yekooche, British Columbia. Press play: "The mercury's falling," Benz's muffled voice called out through his [Read more...]
Press play: Good morning. It seems I missed last week's Wicked Wednesday prompt to promote my writing projects. It is my own bloody fault, of course, or this would have been part of that. Currently working on three new writing projects, two of which I have already shared; those being "Director Jake and the Great Korean Whorehouse" and "A Cold Saddle - Short Stories on Calgary". As I get through this, I will introduce both the third and a fourth. The latter is not so much a writing project but will shake the very fabrics of this website. Starting with Director Jake, the third in his series, and there is hope to have this ready for New Year's Eve. In this one, Jake will meet Suki, a character created by my friend Mucky Sod, [Read more...]