About the Author
The other great abiding interest in my life besides computing is sex, and so now I can combine the two and share the results with the world. The Internet has led to many friendships and a richer life for me, and this web site is my effort at partially repaying the debt.
As I cruise through the fourth decade of my life,
I'm finding myself more open, and more curious about learning and life
than I've ever been. To an extent, my writing reflects this.
I'm sure it will do even more so in the future. I expect to learn,
to evolve, to change. As I change, so too will my writing,
but it won't stop. I feel the urge more and more to create and share,
and stories keeping forming themselves in my mind out of a combination
of memories and imagination right now faster than I can write them down.
Keeping checking back here -- no telling what you might find someday soon.
Occasionally, readers ask about why a certain story was written, or
sometimes how much is true and how much is imagination. Here, in
alphabetical order, are a paragraph or two explaining a bit about each of
the stories in the archive.
Autumn Sonata: A bit brooding and Bergmanesque, the events in this
story are mostly fiction, but they are emotionally true, if you can grasp
what I mean by that. The characters are real people, but the exact words
they say are not transcriptions of real conversations. The setting really
exists as I described it, including the turret house. The last time I
visited, I drove past it; it's been renovated since 1982 when the raw
material of this story was painted on my brain by reality. It looks nicer
now than it did then. To answer the most frequently asked question: yes, I
have spent some time inside that turret.
Cyndi's Letter: This, or maybe the Keith letter, is the first
erotic story I ever wrote. I wasn't comfortable writing from my own
perspective, oddly, so I took the view of one of the girls. The girlish
voice the story is written in is the voice of an aquaintance of mine, who
I've been out of touch with for years. As for truth: indeed, one night
three friends and I went skinny dipping in a nearby lake, under the
influence of controlled substances. Sexual activity did result, but it
wasn't as wild and uninhibited as I described it in the story.
End of the Innocence: While the story is written as if literally
true, it isn't. It's an amalgam of truthful experience plus my own horny
imagination. For some reason, related I'm sure to a fit of nostalgia, I
just couldn't stop this tale from being typed in by my fingers. Looking
back, I'm amazed at how well it turned out -- the story, I mean.
An Exhibition: This story was written for a friend whom I knew
would be turned on by the events depicted. Everything in it is totally from
my imagination. With her permission, I posted it here, for the enjoyment of
others.
Keith's Letter: Another early story, I wrote it about the same
time as the Cyndi story. Fictional, it's motivation was remembrance of
sharing a house with thin walls.
Purple Tornado: Once again, I was seized by a nostalgic mood of
looking back, and once again, the story just seemed to pour itself out of
me. I had trouble deciding, from the raw material available, what to
include and what to omit. But the style of the story as written tries to
capture both the whirlwind nature of the relationship, and my quiet
nostalgia looking back at it. What seems clear in retrospect was not at all
clear at the time; I was often in a state of confusion in real life.
Another thing you can't get from the story is how interwoven it was with all
the other threads of my life at the time; standing alone it presents a
different picture. Maybe that's why my friends have been surprised when
they read it -- they thought they knew what was happening.
Reckless: This story is written for pure erotic fun, nothing more.
There's no connection with any reality in my life, although Kristy's looks
are drawn from a girl I knew in high school, and her behaviour is drawn from
another girl whom I only heard about (alas). The other regular characters
are from my imagination, although as always I generally have a real person
in mind when I describe someone (not their sexual behaviour, just their
looks and mannerisms, in case I know you and you think you may be one).
This is not true in the case of guest characters, of which in chapters 4, 5,
and 6 there is one each. These are friends of mine who a) are intimate
enough with me for me to understand their sexual tastes, and b) requested to
be included in the story. Including them has been fun for all of us.
The story is unfinished, although I do have the evolution of the plot
planned to it's logical (and surprising I hope) conclusion, including some
emotional growth for the characters. You can be sure whatever happens will
include plenty of hot sex.
The Rules of the Game: In the course of exchanging personal
stories with a close friend, we were stuck by the similarities in certain
recollections of our past youthful adventures. This story is a combination
of some of my experiences and those of my friend in one tale. Many erotic
stories are set in some ideal world where reality doesn't get in the way of
the fun -- but not this one.
September: Another early story. It was easy to write, because it
actually happened, exactly as written, up until a certain point where my
imagination took over and spiced it up still further. The characters are
real people, of course, but as always, the names are changed.
Speechless: The parts about the setting and my reaction to it are
true, the good stuff about the sex is merely what I wish would happen. Any
volunteers? I'll provide directions to the place if we can agree on a time
to meet {grin}.