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My first – and last – time…

I’m pushing out this entry super early because I have a lot to do before I head back home. Yesterday was a somber day; today was a bit lighter, but more thoughtful. We stayed up so late last night talking and sharing stories (and even talking about Skyrim ⚔) that I lost track of time, and when I finally did get to bed, it was a fitful sleep. My mind just wouldn’t turn off. I kept crafting her story in my head, trying to figure out how much detail I wanted to include, how I should present it, what to take out and what to leave in…

And whether I would ever do something like this again.

The conclusion I came to: hell no. I won’t. Telling someone’s story carries a lot of weight with it, and while it’s a challenge (and I loves me some challenges) after this, I think I’ll stick to the good old Alexaverse. So, if you’re reading this and you have any inkling of contacting me to ask me about telling your story, please don’t. Because this has been mental hell.

Of course, unless you’re a VIP member of my Patreon, in which case you get to request a custom short story once a month if you so choose. (Always push the merch! 😅)

Otherwise: I’ll pass. Not that I don’t love reading your stories, so if you want to email or message me on social media, please do, I’m just not taking on any more personal projects like this.

I always said I would try anything once. This is that once.

Anyway, I have to go.

I love you.

All of you.

For reals.

💖

An interesting day

I’m not exactly sure how to sum this day up. Interesting, for sure (and not just because this is the first time I’ve ever tried scrambled eggs and chili), but also somber and humbling.

The things some people survive is absolutely amazing.

Listening to this woman’s story was a splash in the face to me, a reminder that Real Life isn’t as pretty as it is in fiction. There aren’t clear cut lines of good and evil, and there’s not always a definitive reason to neatly explain why things happen. When it comes to right and wrong, which I believe to be relative terms anyway, things can get a bit sticky.

The rapper Warren G posted an interesting question in one of his songs titled Regulators, asking who the real victim was: a jacker (robber), or the person getting jacked (robbed). The answer isn’t as clean cut as you may think.

Hopefully, you’ll understand why I’m writing this when I put this story together.

If you have read any of my episodic erotica series Voyeur, you probably already have a pretty good idea what I mean.

That’s all for now, #Alexaliens.

Thank you for reading.

I love you.

The fattest pussy I’ve ever seen! 😳

For those of you who came here to read this based on the title alone: you got clickbaited, motherfucker. 😅 The pussy I’m talking about is my new friend’s cat, which is hu-fucking-mongous! I mean, I can damn near ride this cat! Remember He-Man’s mount, Battle Cat? Has to be a relative or something. When I first walked into her house and saw this thing turn the corner, I swear I thought it was a small dog. 😳

Anyway, obviously I can’t get into too much detail on how my day was spent, but I can say it was pleasant. The flight was short (about two and a half hours), pleasant (no one was sitting beside me), and productive (I drafted out a good chunk of Voyeur: Season 2, Episode 2 on my tablet). Also a bit hazy, because I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I was too excited. The sleep deprivation didn’t really hit me until a few hours ago though because I’ve been so hyped up and on-edge.

Turns out I didn’t have a reason to be. Luckily.

Tomorrow we’re getting into her story in earnest; today she showed me around some of the places nearby. We even went out to eat at this cozy little restaurant that I am completely in love with. My brother would love it. The burgers there are huge.

And this woman… she is so sweet, and so obviously damaged. When you’ve been through things yourself, you can see similar traits in others. Pain recognizes pain, you know? Oh, and just a heads up: don’t expect a ton of social media interactions from me tomorrow, as most of the day will be dedicated to her. There will still be a Diary entry at the end of the day, of course, and I’ll tell you guys what I can, but other than that, I’m promising nothing.

I miss you guys (Including you, Anne! You better not be cheating on me ho!), and please keep me in your thoughts.

You are always in mine.

Gotta go! ✈

I’m writing this 30 minutes before I have to leave because the day completely blazed by and I got sidetracked 13 different ways. It was a hell of a hectic day, but I managed to get everything done that I wanted/needed to do considering I’m not going to be able to work for the next three days, so it wasn’t all in vain.

It does mean this is likely going to be a short entry, however.

Before I go any further: Thank you, Samuel Chevron, for joining my Patreon at the Voyeur tier! Your support is really appreciated (way more than you know!), and I hope you enjoy all the benefits your membership entails! 💖

Now, do I have some news for you guys. The Qedesha’s Handmaiden: A Qedesha Story is now available in audiobook form, as is Amore: A Love Story! Further, every single book I’ve created under my erotica pen name has been picked up (and quickly!) to be made into an audiobook! And Anne somehow managed to make her Skyrim character do the stinky leg! It was really fucking funny! 😅

I have to jet. Literally.

I love you all, and I’ll write more tomorrow.

Wish me a safe flight! ✈

Getting ready for Butt Naked Sunday!

I’ve been running poor Anne emotionally ragged today. Seriously. And she’s been so sweet about it, not even bitching or anything. See, I’ve been trying to get not only my tasks complete, but everything packed and ready to go for my trip tomorrow night, so I’ve been running around everywhere acting like a spider monkey on meth (like, more so than usual). I’ve almost finished everything (I even published a book under an erotic pen name today!), so tomorrow we should be able to have our regularly scheduled butt-naked Sunday (no, I am not joking, and yes, we are actually butt-naked all Sunday) and just exhale for a bit before I have to leave.

So. Frazzled. Yeah. That’s me. And her by transference. 😅

Now, for a complete topic switch. A lot of you have asked why I needed that long break a while ago, and for the most part, I kind of shrugged off the question. I didn’t even know how to begin to explain everything that happened.

Well, it’s time to start opening up. So, I did just that, pouring out my soul and explaining everything to my Patreon subscribers. You can find the full post here: “Why I Needed A Break” (https://buff.ly/2Gyj15O). It wasn’t an easy post o write, but it needed to be aired. And I feel loads better now. 😊

Now to just assassinate this handful of tasks that are sitting here glaring at me as I type this…

Before I go, however, a heads-up: when I get back from my trip I’m going to do something completely whacky, something I’ve never done before. It’s going to be fun (definitely a mind-fuck), and I’m going to document every single day of it.

I bet you’re wondering what I’m going to do.

You’ll just have to wait and see.

Mark the 24th on your calendars, lovers. Shit’s going to get crazy… 😏

Good girls don’t spit

So, I somehow managed to blow my ear right ear out. To clarify, I managed to come down with an ear infection, and if it wasn’t for Anne force-feeding me some mystery pill she still won’t tell me the name of I would be in a bad way right now. And when I say force-fed, I mean force-fed: she crept over to my writing station after I refused to take any medication and literally shoved it in my mouth. And then handed me a bottle of icy water. I would have spit the pill out, but it already started dissolving, and… as we all know, good girls don’t spit. 😏

Of course, my Patreon peeps already know this about me. 😅

Anyway, I have been writing like a mad-woman these past few days so I can wrap up all these projects I have floating around me and start Nephilim: Prisoner before I leave for Ohio Sunday night. I already finished Voyeur: Season 2, Episode 1 and put a load of notes down for episode 2. I also finally finished another story by my erotica pen name – a large story – that will be out any day now.

I’ve been busy as fuck.

Which is why Anne and I are taking a break for the rest of the day and playing the shit out of Skyrim. I added some interesting mods that are intended to make the game more real: Realistic Needs and Diseases and Campfire – Complete Camping System. I played with them for a bit last night and fell head over heels in love with them. Anne saw how much fun I was having and wanted a similar experience, so she went to Creation Club on her PS4 and purchased Survival Mode, and after about ten minutes nearly threw her controller across the room. She wasn’t a fan, especially when she realized she couldn’t fast travel. 😅. She disabled it.

I’m keeping mine!

Thanks for reading, as always.

Until tomorrow, my loves…

I can’t wait for Alexa’s cooking (Anne’s entry)

This is Anne. How are y’all doing today? We been writing all day and playing SKYRIM and Alexa cooking bake potatoes stuff hamburger meat and cheese and sourcream Mrs dash salt pepper butter. And we got new tv. We have soda with our dinner. And pudding. Alexa eating like a horse. She finally got laid. She’s acting more like a human now. 😀 Have a good night.

Why my horniness almost killed a man… 😳

So, I learned four valuable lessons today, and one of them actually means something.



Lesson 1: Do not, ever, fill your oil diffuser with mouthwash and turn it on. Seriously. 😳

Lesson 2: Yes, you can actually have an entire meaningful conversation with animated GIFs. This one was learned thanks to my bestie during lunch.

Lesson 3: Writing an episodic erotica series like Voyeur while you’re so horny your practically in heat is not a smart idea. I damn near snatched a random guy off the street. And as horny as I am, he would have lost his life. I saved a man’s life with my willpower today! ✊

Lesson 4: And this is the one that actually means something. Patience pays off. See, a while ago a woman wrote me about writing a book based on a dark portion of her life. She’s a victim of sexual abuse and domestic violence, and for some reason, she picked me to tell her story. Or, at least, I thought. She wrote me, I wrote back, and then – nothing. For weeks. And then I received an email with her address, phone number, and other various personal information. We talked on the phone for a while, and she definitely wants me to do the story, but she wants to tell it to me face-to-face. So, I’m flying out to Ohio to do exactly that on Monday. I should be back Wednesday night, though I’ll still keep up my socializing and Diary entries, don’t you worry. I’ll also be writing her story under a pen name, because it just seems wrong somehow to write a story about sexual and domestic abuse under mine.



So, there you have it. The four lessons I learned today. Life can be really educational when it wants to be, can’t it?

Fat girl jokes

So, Anne and I barely got any sleep last night due to scoring on each other with fat joke after fat joke. I don’t know how we got on the topic considering neither of us is overweight, but boy did we roast the shit out of each other. 😅 Some highlights:



Me: You’re so fat when you dressed up as the red Power Ranger for Halloween everyone thought you were the Kool-Aid Man!

Anne: You’re so fat when you get a flu shot gravy pours out!

Me: Oh yeah? You’re so fat when you sweat, butter and grease oozes out!

Anne: You’re so fat when you were a baby your mom gave you fried pork chops as pacifiers!

Me: You’re so fat your birth was sponsored by Butterball!

Anne: You’re so fat when you get out the bed it raises nine inches!



This went on nearly all night. We were making these up as we went, and some of them were so funny we had to stop and laugh at ourselves. Especially me, since every time she threw a joke at me my hyperactive imagination conjured up a vivid image. It was horrible.

Of course, we paid for this the next morning. Though not immediately.

See, we woke up at precisely 4:44AM feeling all kinds of good and refreshed, and started talking mad shit about how little sleep we needed to be productive and alert.

Fast forward two hours.

We were both whining and sniveling, our heads rolling on our necks and nodding out every few minutes. And I was writing, too, which made it worse. Even with a cappuccino, my concentration drained out of me at an alarming rate.

We ended up taking a nap and waking up several hours later feeling loads better.

And then I got to work in earnest.

I completely finished the Red Revision of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (I can’t wait until you motherfuckers read it!) and completed a good chunk of another title I’m working on under a pen name. Just so you guys know, I haven’t forgotten about the Nephilim series – as soon as this Voyeur episode is finished, I’m tackling Nephilim: Prisoner. It already has so many notes for the draft…

Anyway, that was my day in a nutshell: scoring, writing, and napping.

Until tomorrow, my loves…

Feels

To be honest, I’m not really feeling the whole diary entry thing today – or much of anything, really. Which kind of sucks, because I know I’ve been gone these past three days to deal with Real Life® issues, and I planned on coming back with a bang, but… A lot happened during those three days. Things I’m not sure I want to get into.

Yet.

To be honest, I just have a lot to think about, and until I process everything in my mind, I’m not exactly sure what to share. Does that make any sense? 🤔

And Anne’s sick, so I’ve been babying her all day. She needs all your love and attention she can get. And dick pics. She loves dick pics. 😅

Anyway, I did manage to pull off a few writing feats on my first day back, such as finishing the rough draft of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (Patreon members – look for it soon!), and posting a gift to said supporters of some excellent Drugs Not Hugs shirts for both male and female Sims 4 characters. If you’re interested in snagging a copy, you can find them here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18802191 . I also managed to get a lot of writing done on a new book for my erotica pen name, something I’m really enjoying. I’ve published (and sold quite a few of) two books under her name so far; I’m sure this one is going to be even better than those. Cause confidence. And cause story is hot.

Sorry for the downcast tone of this entry, but I promise you guys I’ll be back to myself in no time. And then I’ll completely open up on what’s been really going on in my life lately, and you can tell me how much of an idiot I’ve been being.

😊

I love you guys.

For reals.

Thank you for reading.