Aborigen's Blog, page 15

Downsizing, pt 3: Fixed Asset

I don’t want to give anyone the impression that the past year has been a bed of roses or anything.

Charmed Existence, 4: Inventory

Let me tell you, luckless reader, you don’t want to know where I’m going. I’m living in a bunch of haunted houses.

Screaming Video, 25: Unpaid Labor

Everything always had to be so much work, nothing could ever be simple.

Mary, Queen of Squats, pt 3

That was the eternal duality: shielding his girlfriend from harm while serving his dick, and the one always made the other that much more precious.

Mary, Queen of Squats, pt 2

He never hugged her as tightly as his heart needed because she complained that she couldn’t breathe.

NaNoWriMo: Update

I wrote over 5000 words to “Mary, Queen of Squats” to round out National Novel Writing Month with over 78,000 words. Right now I’m too drunk to make any updates. But if you’re a subscriber, you’ll see two updates plus Daz illustrations of face-sitting fantasy.

“Borrow This”

I guess there's a love-hate relationship with Borrowers.

Early Morning Exercise, pt 13

I don’t like the bug analogy. I’m not a bug, I’m a human being, and she kidnapped me.

Un Goût Exquis, pt 5

“You speak from the heart, unafraid," she said in an accent like opium. "This is why I like you."

Un Goût Exquis, pt 4

Herbert, ever the classical gentleman of bygone mores, knew it was rude to stare at a woman for any reason, in any situation.