The Written Word

(Written on the Big Island of Hawaii - originally a blog entry on The Moronosphere)

I was lying on the beach - or as much beach as you get on Hawaii's Big Island, which is more a giant hunk of lava than an island, and thus more generally rocky than sandy. I was in shady spot under a small palm tree, dozing after a picnic lunch and an hour of snorkeling just above Pu`uhonua o Honaunau.

As i drifted out of sleep, i noticed a woman sitting on the lava-rock wall near me

For ChelseaGirl, on her BlogDay.

Hugs and Kisses, sweet Chelsea Girl.

This is a slight expansion upon one of the best sex dreams I've ever had. This was a long time ago, and certainly, some of the dream detail is lost, and thus replaced with the writer's waking imagination. Still, the basic details are direct from the dream. In the dream the ending was, as all my sex dreams, a too-soon waking; so the ending here is of the writer's-waking-imagination kind. But somehow the sudden ending didn't satisfy.

The Party.

A short one, originally published on ErosBlog under a different author name.

Everybody's waitin' for the man with the bag, 'Cause Christmas is comin' again.

This really happened, but telling it is inspiried by old Hunter S
Thompson

A novella of sexual obsession.

Chapter One - Tattooed Boy meets Tattooed Girl. An indelible romance.

A novella of sexual obsession.

Chapter Two - which needs a catchy description.

A novella of sexual obsession.

Chapter three - There's only one way this can end.

I don't like this story all that much, but it's here for completeness. It was written after a LONG hiatus from writing, and wasn't really planned for publication, but the friend for whom I wrote it wanted to put it up on Satin Slippers, where she was an editor at the time.

I never felt it was up to my standards, but with the demise of Satin Slippers, I felt it should live somewhere.