Okay, so you spent 100 pages being angsty, then you inform me I have you with the wrong heroine, NOW, you’re being all rainbows and sunshine. Can we stick with a mood? It makes it tough to write the damn story when you keep switching personalities on me.
To The Idiot A The Gas Station In Willits
Um, I get that you had to back into the pump in front of me. I get the idea that it’s really tough. But parking sideways so that I have to BACK UP to leave the friggin’ gas station is just RUDE. Okay, maybe I was a little cranky after spending a weekend with my mother, but JEEZ!!!!
I do hope you realize that I’m not writing the dirty to “titillate” or even to make a ton of money. I do it because there are people out there who have been married to the same person for FOREVER and need a little spice. Or maybe that woman who wants a little bit of anal sex but her husband isn’t into it. Or maybe that woman who can’t have an orgasm without pain and doesn’t know that’s her issue. As someone who was raised with the “The only thing you need to know about sex is don’t do it and your husband will tell you everything” idea. Yeah, didn’t work too well. My mom does do the guilt thing on me about it. I’m just going with the idea that you know my motives and aren’t going to blast me. LOL.
To My Readers
I know that “Edge of the Storm” was a little dirtier than “Heart of the Storm”. I know that “The Mask She Wears” was a little weird. I know that “Resisting Command” was a female dom. I want to thank you for reading me anyway, despite my quirky characters and my nasty little fantasy scenes. I hope you all keep reading.