After his wife dies our hero finds it difficult to write anything remotely erotic and decides to leave his home. With too many memories good and bad coming from his house, he decides to move to California. Once there an erotic adventure begins to unfold, only this one's any thing but fictional. ***This story is graphic in nature and is meant for adults only*** Enjoy
I was born In Hull, Yorkshire, England in 1956. I started to write at the age of 44 in the year 2000 and I wasn't very good. I slowly learned over the years that followed, mainly from people online who gave up their time to help me. I chose to write imaginative things and sometimes allowed my own imagination to get away from me. I started with erotic tales before going onto more serious stuff, although having said that my erotic stories have been popular.
It wasn't bad, but a little too much like a Penthouse letter, for my liking. The story, although not impossible, sounds far too unrealistic, which takes a bit of fun out of the read. My main irk however is that it's a bit amateurishly written with a lot of; 'he does this, and then she does that.'
Meh... I don't know... it was kinda.... did he actually write a book called Hell's Gate? I think he did but anywhoo.. this short story felt like advertising to me.... but hey.. short a free work for me