he days are become colder where I live, and shorter. I miss warm afternoons on my back porch, lying in a chaise lounge looking up at the trees and the blue sky beyond, a thin sheen of sweat on my body. I don't like to be sweaty, exactly, but I do like the way my body makes itself a little slick as a means of cooling off. Human bodies are amazing things. I was watching the HBO series Sharp Objects this past week, a gripping drama on many levels. Bodies matter there, particularly the main character's body. I always get a little excited when I see that "N" for nudity at the beginning of a show. I guess I never outgrew the little thrill I got on the rare occasions as a child when I saw someone on TV or in a move naked. Not sure if I am more the voyeur, wanting to see such things, or the exhibitionist, wanting to be on screen with naked with millions watching. This particular series didn't have a lot of nudity, but what was there was interesting. The main character (played by Amy Adams) has a compulsion to carve on her own body, and at several moments we would see that body, a kind of work of art, covered in markings -- words, symbols. She was embarrassed by these mostly, spending a lot of time and energy trying to hide them, but I found them all strangely erotic. Oh, and I almost forgot... My newest book is out at Amazon. It's called "Soccer Slut," and you can find it here: I'd love to hear what you think, and any story ideas you might have to get me going on my next book. Leave me a comment!
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John Smith
9/24/2018 02:23:16 pm
A good read, but I'm looking forward to your next cuckold series!
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