“My husband and I have been in an open relationship for the past two years, Doctor.” “Interesting. And how is that working out for the two of you?” They look at each other and smile. “At first, I wasn’t certain that I could handle
When I published my debut novel, My Wife and Girlfriend, I knew that most people who were intrigued by the title didn’t know about my writing. I wanted to give them a taste of my writing, and the best way I knew how was to offer a free book.
I published my first book, Shatter Self-Limiting Beliefs, in 2014. It’s difficult for me to believe that a decade has passed since then. I began writing the book on my 29th birthday (15 September), and I published it six months later.
*ELAINE TELLS THE STORY* “And that’s a wrap,” yells the director. The cast and the crew applaud. We’re thrilled that we’ve wrapped up another successful project. Getting a behind-the-scenes look at how a movie comes together
Officially, Erotica Lust will be four years in March 2024. I’ve said before that starting this blog is one of the best things I’ve done. Readers from the USA, Italy, Saudi Arabia, India, Serbia and so many other countries visit my blog regularly
Grant looked at the bill and inflated his cheeks before blowing out a long breath. “Wow. This place is so expensive.” I exhaled a silent sigh. The bill was $150. If we had gone out numerous times a month and he paid for dinner
“Oh, God, yes, right there,” I said, facing the bathroom wall before my face scraped it again. Jesus. I don’t even know his name. Ugh, who cares? It’s just for a few minutes to bang all the frustration out of me. It’s been a hell of a year
I’ve written around 32 short stories for this blog in 2023. Wow, I’m actually surprised it’s that much. I took about three months “off”, and I say that in quotation marks because I still published posts every Friday, but they were articles.
Most people use Sundays to relax, but I feel it’s the best day to hit the gym. It’s empty, so there are no meatheads flexing their muscles and bimbos taking pictures of their asses in the mirror. What could be better than that?
My bus arrived in Cape Town on time, but the new landlord hadn’t. That made me even more nervous after he hadn’t answered my call an hour earlier. He told me to call him before I arrived so that he could fetch me at the station.