Theme Essay by Jeremiah Horrigan
I had to stay quiet. No one could know what was happening. I had to lie perfectly still or things would get even worse.
I had to stay quiet. No one could know what was happening. I had to lie perfectly still or things would get even worse.
All the publishers jumping on the women’s erotica bandwagon because of this series have missed the point.
Having sensed that Adam felt shy and awkward with women, I made Pam his teacher.
I hope my obituary is written by someone who actually read my work.
Our beloved agent reported that publishers couldn’t decide whether our subject was 'sexy or disgusting.'
In any honest story, you try to build an emotional ramp to the moments that matter.
He wore a blue jumpsuit with flames over his crotch. He swirled a yellow cape on one arm, amid dancers dressed in spider-webbed leotards.
A calendar of beefcake boys? Forget it. Words are what spark my imagination.