My eyes drifted from one sentence to the next. I seethed as I glared at the word choice, flow and structure. They were…perfect. How could somebody write so majestically? Moreover, it bothered me that her writing was significantly superior to mine.
A few hours ago, my editor sent me the edited version of my new erotic book. I’m pressed by her work. It looks good, and all that’s left is for me to check the edited version and probably make adjustments.
I switched off my phone because putting it on silent didn’t deter Nikki from calling me for the umpteenth time. On so many occasions, I told her that I would call her when I wasn’t with clients. I noticed from the beginning that she was a bit crazy
I can’t believe that it’s been four years since I published an erotic book. In 2021, I published two books—10 Erotic Short Stories Vol. 1 and My Wife and Girlfriend. The former was free and the latter was a novel.
A smile on my face appeared as the email that I waited for the entire year had arrived. This year will be different. I know it. My heartbeat gained a bit of momentum. I’m apprehensive about opening it. What if it’s not what I’m expecting?
I can’t believe it’s been more than six months that I announced that Erotica Lust will publish a new book. Yes, that’s still the case. It’s amazing that so much time has passed. In my defence, I have been busy with projects outside of this website
Mandy wasn’t the most qualified candidate I invited to my house. She didn’t have a culinary degree or butler experience like some of the professionals I saw. She didn’t even have a driver’s license, which was necessary for going to the supermarket
I’m passed the phase where I go out to nightclubs and bars. Sure, those were great places to find attractive women when I was in my twenties and early thirties. Now, I’m too old for those places. I’m forty, and I don’t enjoy loud places
Wow, time flies. I was just thinking about the topic to write today so I could publish a post every Friday like I’ve been doing for the last five years. Actually, there was only one Friday that I hadn’t posted because I forgot, but I published a post the following day
The twenty people in front of me clapped after I finished the last song. This wasn’t how I pictured my career turning out at the age of forty. I thought I would be selling stadiums. Producing great songs wasn’t enough in this industry to make it big