From the category archives:
The following is a reply to an email I received from a girl I knew in high school. Her email is after my reply. She actually doesn’t know that this is being published, so I took out her name. If she wants to out herself, she will, but that’s her decision. I didn’t decide to [...]
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I love fancy things. Not like frills and lace panties and gilded napkin rings; fancy things I didn’t know about until I did. Whatever. That made sense in my head. ANYway, I love my Kindle. I know you know that. [P.S. I'm giving away my original Kindle of Ill Repute. No, it's not dirty.] But [...]
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This, my friends, is the final Smut Book Club post on A Whole Lot of Nothing. Some of you are cheering, “FINALLY! Get back to talking about how Rachel Maddow Eating A Chimichanga is your patronus and how you wear granny panties!” (Aside: Grumpy Cat is now my patronus, at least temporarily until she runs her [...]
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Seeing as I’m not a writer (I just write about things other people write), I have a hard time understanding how real writers do all of their writing. And when those writers can write different stories in different ways that can make me feel different things, I’m in even more awe. That funny-ass chick writer, [...]
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On Dublin Street by Samantha Young was one of my favorite smut books of 2012. For one reason, I love an author who can use “jackhole” in a sentence: “Jackhole was too damn charming for his own good.” Plus, I’ve put Braden in my stable of literary boyfriends because duh, he’s a hot Scot. Announced [...]
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