Anne’s mouth. 😲

Dear Diary,

It is fucking hot outside, people! I mean, offensively hot! I didn’t realize just how hot it got during the day (I’m usually indoors working) but I had to take Anne to the dentist (34 root canals) and damn. 😖

And to make matters worse: I couldn’t get that motherfucking song The Humpty Dance out of my head the entire time.

I did manage to get quite a few things done today on the author front however (probably because I woke up at 4:44AM) such as completely finishing Voyeur’s Season 1 Collection (scheduled to be released in November unless you’re a member of my Patreon clique) and re-reading Nephilim: Daybreak in preparation for starting Nephilim: Prisoner. So much I forgot about…which is why I’m staying on this damn series until it’s finished. And I’m going to seriously think twice before I start another series like this again. 😆

Voyeur doesn’t count, of course. That’s my passion project.

So that’s been my day in a nutshell, dear diary: working, holding Anne’s hand while she got mauled by the dentist, and (as always) terrorizing social media.

In short: a beautiful day.

Goodnight, my peeps.

I love you guys.

Always.

#Alexa

P.S.: If you were wondering about the origin of Butt Naked Sundays (and what my big brothers reaction to it is), your wish has been fulfilled: https://www.patreon.com/posts/19154449 . You’re welcome. 😊

“Yet, if the most frequent sex and apparently the best sex is that between married partners who are faithful to one another, is there not a hint that affection might be an important aspect of sex? Even love?”

– Andrew Greeley

See attached picture

Dear Diary,

Having an ex randomly drop by that your still friends with but not entirely over can be…interesting. Not bad, just…interesting. Especially when you have a mountain of author tasks to assassinate and your horny as fuck.

See attached picture.

And then to hamper my productivity even more Anne decided she wanted to marathon-watch America’s Got Talent on Hulu, which kept yanking my attention – and is still doing so even as I write this entry. 😭

While I swan-dive back into my to-do list, go check out my homiegirl Selina’s website/blogs at https://ofselina.com/ Make sure you leave all kinds of raunchy and inappropriate comments on it. And make sure to include that Alexa sent you. She’ll love it, trust me. Try and find some raunchy pictures of squirrels to attach. She has a thing for squirrels. 😅

Anyway, back to the grind. Until tomorrow, beloveds…

#Alexa

“I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.”

– Boy George

I’m almost there!

Dear Diary,

I had an impressively productive day today. Not only did I completely finish Quickies Cumpilation Volume 3, (If you haven’t picked up volumes one and two, you really should. Good stuff.) but I also published another collection of short stories under a pen name. Patreon subscribers: be on the lookout for it soon.

So yeah. I’m pretty proud of myself.

Especially since this means all I have left is to finish Voyeur Season 1 Collection, and then I get to dive into the Nephilim series again in earnest – something I’m really excited about. I’ll also be getting the cover for Nephilim: Daybreak redid and editing the innards again to make sure everything is up to snuff. After that though? Nephilim: Prisoner! And then the rest of the Nephilim series. I might take a few brief breaks to churn out another episode of Voyeur, but besides that, it’s all Nephilim all the time until all five books are complete.

And then? A brief pit-stop to finish a few more books I already have rough drafts for, then over to my Loliverse! (Which spawned from the novella Killer Lolis, in case you’re just now tuning in).

I really love being a writer! 🤗

Topic switch.

While I was compiling this Quickies Cumpilation, I was watching (making fun of) Anne’s shows with her: Teen Mom 2, Young and Pregnant, Love & Hip Hop, etc. on the MTV/VH1 apps (which I have on my tablet and stream to her television). And for some reason, every commercial that popped up was from Nigeria. Let me tell you, they have some strange commercials. 😅 And then a commercial popped up for a YouTube video. A YouTube video! Since when in the fuck did they start putting out commercials for YouTube videos?!

Loved it. It definitely kept me entertained while I worked.

Anyway, off to Skyrim. I have sweetrolls to steal and knees to shoot. 🍰

#Alexa

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Alligators have erections for 100% of their lifetime.

It’s almost that time of the month!

Dear Diary,

Alexa® had a rough day today – and last night. See, I decided to take Memorial Day off from writing and just spend time with my friends and family, which went fantastic at first – until later in the night when Anne wouldn’t let me sleep because she forced me to play Skyrim with her for almost 16 straight hours. 😭 Whenever I tried to stop (begging, crying, and even blackmailing) she told me to quit being a pussy and made me a cup of Ambrosia (coffee with enough cappuccino and sugary goodness in it to make you a Type 2 Diabetic after three sips).

So basically, I haven’t blinked since about noon. 😳

You know, I have no idea why we’ve been so obsessed with that game these past few weeks, but god have we. Actually, I think I do know: the mods. Combined we have a total of about 300 mods running, and boy do they change everything. At one point I had my character looking like an anime chick driving around in a beat-up car running over guards and goblin-like creatures like it was a tricked out Japanese version of Grand Theft Auto. And it was fun. Kind of like how I drive in real life. 😅

Anyway, I need to get some sleep, because tomorrow its business as usual – worse, really, since the end of the month is creeping up on me. And if you know me at all, you know the end of the month is the craziest for me, so I get a bit hostile. Alexa on zero sleep doing end of the month author tasks is not a good combination.

I love you all.

Go snatch yourself an audiobook or two.

I’ll see you in the morning…

#Alexa

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The barnacle, by percent of total body mass, has the largest penis of the entire animal kingdom, often more than 50% of their soft tissue.

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Awesome weekend! (Anne’s Entry)

Dear Diary,

Butt naked Sunday with Alexa all day long and playing SKYRIM too. How is everyone doing? Alexa is cooking hamburger for dinner. It smells so good. I love me some Alexa. This week I have to go to the dentist and Alexa is going with me she is awesome. We are going have girls sleeping over next weekend it’s going down. Have a great night sleep tight.

#Anne

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According to a survey conducted by Intel, 46% of American women would give up having sex for two weeks rather than logging off the Internet for the same amount of time.

Short, sweet, and to the point. Like me! 😊

Dear Diary,

Writing this in the bath. Didn’t do anything productive today except harass Anne, nap, and play Skyrim.

As soon as I get out of the bath, I plan on repeating all of the above. And maybe rape-eat some tacos. Cause hungry.

In other words: completely lazy Saturday. I’ve earned it. 😘

#Alexa

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Tapirs have an elbow in their penises.

Tricked into sleeping with Anne! 😳

Dear Diary,

I just woke up about an hour ago. And I lost the sleep competition! 😭 Anne cheated though – when things started getting intense (around 7AM) I laid back to read (Christine Feehan’s Carpathian Series) and Anne started giving me little backrubs.

Next thing I know I’m waking up an hour ago with Anne grinning ear-to-ear over me, wide awake and bright-eyed.

Hoe cheated! 😅

That was literally my entire day, so I’m ending this entry here. Besides, I have some things to post on Patreon, and some books to send out to you guys from yesterday.

Before I go, though:

I love you.

Yes, I’m talking to you.

You are loved. 💖

#Alexa

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The right whale, though not the largest whale, possesses the largest testes of any animal in the world. They weigh around half a ton.

It’s the 24th! I told you to mark this day on your calendars! Drum roll please… 🥁

Dear Diary,

I have so much to say that this entry could be broken up into chapters! 😅 I’ll try and keep everything as concise as possible though, because I know you all have better things to do with your time than read long-ass Diary entries. So here we go:

• I’m home! First thing I did? Get drunk! Next thing I did? Go to sleep! And what did I do after that? Wake up with the mother of all hangovers! Some serious water-intake and multi-hour nappage later and I’m back to normal now, which is good because…
• I drafted the shit out of that woman’s story! In the beginning I was on fire, but then Anne turned on Desperate Housewives and I got distracted to all hell. I love that show! It’s fucking addicting! Speaking of addicting…
• I have a habit of letting my mouth write checks that my ass can’t cash. It’s a disease. An addiction. Me and Anne got to smack-talking and somehow made a bet about who could stay up/go orgasmless the longest. If I win, I get foot rubs for a week. If she wins, I buy her any pack of cigarettes she wants. It starts at 10PM tonight. I’ve slept a ton and masturbated so much I damn near fractured my clitoris, so I think I’m good to go. This is likely going to drone on for days, so be prepared for some really strange social-media interactions. 😁 Oh yeah! Social media…
• A while back Quora asked me to join their partnership program, which basically means they’ll pay you for posting/answering questions. Why they chose me is flabbergasting, but whatever. Anyway, I put it off because I already have too much on my plate as it is, but today I decided fuck it why not. So, I am officially a partner. And my first question was answered by one of my favorite authors, Orson Scott Card! Now about your favorite author (me):
• I told you to mark this day on your calendars, and with good reason. See, I have a habit of writing books way into the future. Books that won’t be released until the date I have set aside for them. Sometimes they get pushed back, but most times they are released on the first of every month exactly when I planned them to. This once, and only this once, I am going to give everyone reading this entry a chance to get an advanced copy of one of these books for free, just by dropping me a private note via any of my social media channels BEFORE I PUBLISH TOMORROWS DIARY ENTRY. Keep in mind you can only choose one. Here’s the list you can pick from:

1. The Qedesha’s Handmaiden
2. Good Girls Gone Bad
3. Voyeur: Season 1, Episode 5
4. Interview With A Werewolf
5. Memoirs of a Nymphomaniac
6. Daddy’s Girl
7. Taboo Love
8. Voyeur: Season 2, Episode 1
9. The Qedesha Trilogy
10. Knocking Up The MILF
11. Naughty Professor
12. The Siren’s Song

I think that’s everything. I feel like I forgot to write something, but fuck it, I’ve written enough.

Thank you for reading and wish me luck in my bet with Anne.

Sleep well, lovers. Cause I won’t. 😏

#Alexa

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The antechinus, a type of Australian rodent, has sex for about twenty-four hours, after which most males die of exhaustion. The clitoris extends 9cm under the skin.

My first – and last – time…

Dear Diary,

I’m pushing out this entry super early because I have a lot to do before I head back home. Yesterday was a somber day; today was a bit lighter, but more thoughtful. We stayed up so late last night talking and sharing stories (and even talking about Skyrim ⚔) that I lost track of time, and when I finally did get to bed, it was a fitful sleep. My mind just wouldn’t turn off. I kept crafting her story in my head, trying to figure out how much detail I wanted to include, how I should present it, what to take out and what to leave in…

And whether I would ever do something like this again.

The conclusion I came to: hell no. I won’t. Telling someone’s story carries a lot of weight with it, and while it’s a challenge (and I loves me some challenges) after this, I think I’ll stick to the good old Alexaverse. So, if you’re reading this and you have any inkling of contacting me to ask me about telling your story, please don’t. Because this has been mental hell.

Of course, unless you’re a VIP member of my Patreon, in which case you get to request a custom short story once a month if you so choose. (Always push the merch! 😅)

Otherwise: I’ll pass. Not that I don’t love reading your stories, so if you want to email or message me on social media, please do, I’m just not taking on any more personal projects like this.

I always said I would try anything once. This is that once.

Anyway, I have to go.

I love you.

All of you.

For reals.

💖

#Alexa

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It’s believed that red underwear is considered sexy because it’s an evolutionary callback to when our rumps used to get all hot and red when the ladies of the species wanted a man.

An interesting day

Dear Diary,

I’m not exactly sure how to sum this day up. Interesting, for sure (and not just because this is the first time I’ve ever tried scrambled eggs and chili), but also somber and humbling.

The things some people survive is absolutely amazing.

Listening to this woman’s story was a splash in the face to me, a reminder that Real Life isn’t as pretty as it is in fiction. There aren’t clear cut lines of good and evil, and there’s not always a definitive reason to neatly explain why things happen. When it comes to right and wrong, which I believe to be relative terms anyway, things can get a bit sticky.

The rapper Warren G posted an interesting question in one of his songs titled Regulators, asking who the real victim was: a jacker (robber), or the person getting jacked (robbed). The answer isn’t as clean cut as you may think.

Hopefully, you’ll understand why I’m writing this when I put this story together.

If you have read any of my episodic erotica series Voyeur, you probably already have a pretty good idea what I mean.

That’s all for now, #Alexaliens.

Thank you for reading.

I love you.

#Alexa

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Domestic violence is something that no one should go through. If you or someone you know is a victim of domestic violence, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−7233 or visit http://www.thehotline.org/.

Seriously.

Now.

The fattest pussy I’ve ever seen! 😳

Dear Diary,

For those of you who came here to read this based on the title alone: you got clickbaited, motherfucker. 😅 The pussy I’m talking about is my new friend’s cat, which is hu-fucking-mongous! I mean, I can damn near ride this cat! Remember He-Man’s mount, Battle Cat? Has to be a relative or something. When I first walked into her house and saw this thing turn the corner, I swear I thought it was a small dog. 😳

Anyway, obviously I can’t get into too much detail on how my day was spent, but I can say it was pleasant. The flight was short (about two and a half hours), pleasant (no one was sitting beside me), and productive (I drafted out a good chunk of Voyeur: Season 2, Episode 2 on my tablet). Also a bit hazy, because I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I was too excited. The sleep deprivation didn’t really hit me until a few hours ago though because I’ve been so hyped up and on-edge.

Turns out I didn’t have a reason to be. Luckily.

Tomorrow we’re getting into her story in earnest; today she showed me around some of the places nearby. We even went out to eat at this cozy little restaurant that I am completely in love with. My brother would love it. The burgers there are huge.

And this woman… she is so sweet, and so obviously damaged. When you’ve been through things yourself, you can see similar traits in others. Pain recognizes pain, you know? Oh, and just a heads up: don’t expect a ton of social media interactions from me tomorrow, as most of the day will be dedicated to her. There will still be a Diary entry at the end of the day, of course, and I’ll tell you guys what I can, but other than that, I’m promising nothing.

I miss you guys (Including you, Anne! You better not be cheating on me ho!), and please keep me in your thoughts.

You are always in mine.

#Love

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Thailand performs the largest number of sexual reassignment surgeries in the world, mostly on foreigners. However, the country with the second most sex change operations, and the highest number to do so on its own citizens, is Iran.

Gotta go! ✈

Dear Diary,

I’m writing this 30 minutes before I have to leave because the day completely blazed by and I got sidetracked 13 different ways. It was a hell of a hectic day, but I managed to get everything done that I wanted/needed to do considering I’m not going to be able to work for the next three days, so it wasn’t all in vain.

It does mean this is likely going to be a short entry, however.

Before I go any further: Thank you, Samuel Chevron, for joining my Patreon at the Voyeur tier! Your support is really appreciated (way more than you know!), and I hope you enjoy all the benefits your membership entails! 💖

Now, do I have some news for you guys. The Qedesha’s Handmaiden: A Qedesha Story is now available in audiobook form, as is Amore: A Love Story! Further, every single book I’ve created under my erotica pen name has been picked up (and quickly!) to be made into an audiobook! And Anne somehow managed to make her Skyrim character do the stinky leg! It was really fucking funny! 😅

I have to jet. Literally.

I love you all, and I’ll write more tomorrow.

Wish me a safe flight! ✈

#Alexa

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From an evolutionary standpoint, women are louder in bed to attract other males. Men are taught by evolution to become more aroused when they think a woman has had sex recently.

Getting ready for Butt Naked Sunday!

Dear Diary,

I’ve been running poor Anne emotionally ragged today. Seriously. And she’s been so sweet about it, not even bitching or anything. See, I’ve been trying to get not only my tasks complete, but everything packed and ready to go for my trip tomorrow night, so I’ve been running around everywhere acting like a spider monkey on meth (like, more so than usual). I’ve almost finished everything (I even published a book under an erotic pen name today!), so tomorrow we should be able to have our regularly scheduled butt-naked Sunday (no, I am not joking, and yes, we are actually butt-naked all Sunday) and just exhale for a bit before I have to leave.

So. Frazzled. Yeah. That’s me. And her by transference. 😅

Now, for a complete topic switch. A lot of you have asked why I needed that long break a while ago, and for the most part, I kind of shrugged off the question. I didn’t even know how to begin to explain everything that happened.

Well, it’s time to start opening up. So, I did just that, pouring out my soul and explaining everything to my Patreon subscribers. You can find the full post here: “Why I Needed A Break” (https://buff.ly/2Gyj15O). It wasn’t an easy post o write, but it needed to be aired. And I feel loads better now. 😊

Now to just assassinate this handful of tasks that are sitting here glaring at me as I type this…

Before I go, however, a heads-up: when I get back from my trip I’m going to do something completely whacky, something I’ve never done before. It’s going to be fun (definitely a mind-fuck), and I’m going to document every single day of it.

I bet you’re wondering what I’m going to do.

You’ll just have to wait and see.

Mark the 24th on your calendars, lovers. Shit’s going to get crazy… 😏

#Alexa

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In Victorian times, a slang term for a prostitute was “blowsy.” At the same time, “blow” was slang for ejaculation. So, by the 1930s, the act of fellatio came to be known as a blow job. In Ancient Greece, the common slang for a blow job was “playing the flute.”

Good girls don’t spit

Dear Diary,

So, I somehow managed to blow my ear right ear out. To clarify, I managed to come down with an ear infection, and if it wasn’t for Anne force-feeding me some mystery pill she still won’t tell me the name of I would be in a bad way right now. And when I say force-fed, I mean force-fed: she crept over to my writing station after I refused to take any medication and literally shoved it in my mouth. And then handed me a bottle of icy water. I would have spit the pill out, but it already started dissolving, and… as we all know, good girls don’t spit. 😏

Of course, my Patreon peeps already know this about me. 😅

Anyway, I have been writing like a mad-woman these past few days so I can wrap up all these projects I have floating around me and start Nephilim: Prisoner before I leave for Ohio Sunday night. I already finished Voyeur: Season 2, Episode 1 and put a load of notes down for episode 2. I also finally finished another story by my erotica pen name – a large story – that will be out any day now.

I’ve been busy as fuck.

Which is why Anne and I are taking a break for the rest of the day and playing the shit out of Skyrim. I added some interesting mods that are intended to make the game more real: Realistic Needs and Diseases and Campfire – Complete Camping System. I played with them for a bit last night and fell head over heels in love with them. Anne saw how much fun I was having and wanted a similar experience, so she went to Creation Club on her PS4 and purchased Survival Mode, and after about ten minutes nearly threw her controller across the room. She wasn’t a fan, especially when she realized she couldn’t fast travel. 😅. She disabled it.

I’m keeping mine!

Thanks for reading, as always.

Until tomorrow, my loves…

#Alexa

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The record for having sex with the most men in 24 hours goes to American Lisa Sparks who bedded an incredible 919. That’s roughly 38 men per hour.

I can’t wait for Alexa’s cooking (Anne’s entry)

This is Anne. How are y’all doing today? We been writing all day and playing SKYRIM and Alexa cooking bake potatoes stuff hamburger meat and cheese and sourcream Mrs dash salt pepper butter. And we got new tv. We have soda with our dinner. And pudding. Alexa eating like a horse. She finally got laid. She’s acting more like a human now. 😀 Have a good night.

Why my horniness almost killed a man… 😳

Dear Diary,

So, I learned four valuable lessons today, and one of them actually means something.

Lesson 1: Do not, ever, fill your oil diffuser with mouthwash and turn it on. Seriously. 😳

Lesson 2: Yes, you can actually have an entire meaningful conversation with animated GIFs. This one was learned thanks to my bestie during lunch.

Lesson 3: Writing an episodic erotica series like Voyeur while you’re so horny your practically in heat is not a smart idea. I damn near snatched a random guy off the street. And as horny as I am, he would have lost his life. I saved a man’s life with my willpower today! ✊

Lesson 4: And this is the one that actually means something. Patience pays off. See, a while ago a woman wrote me about writing a book based on a dark portion of her life. She’s a victim of sexual abuse and domestic violence, and for some reason, she picked me to tell her story. Or, at least, I thought. She wrote me, I wrote back, and then – nothing. For weeks. And then I received an email with her address, phone number, and other various personal information. We talked on the phone for a while, and she definitely wants me to do the story, but she wants to tell it to me face-to-face. So, I’m flying out to Ohio to do exactly that on Monday. I should be back Wednesday night, though I’ll still keep up my socializing and Diary entries, don’t you worry. I’ll also be writing her story under a pen name, because it just seems wrong somehow to write a story about sexual and domestic abuse under mine.

So, there you have it. The four lessons I learned today. Life can be really educational when it wants to be, can’t it?

#Alexa

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Penguins only orgasm once a year.

(I think I might be a penguin. 😳)

Fat girl jokes

Dear Diary,

So, Anne and I barely got any sleep last night due to scoring on each other with fat joke after fat joke. I don’t know how we got on the topic considering neither of us is overweight, but boy did we roast the shit out of each other. 😅 Some highlights:

Me: You’re so fat when you dressed up as the red Power Ranger for Halloween everyone thought you were the Kool-Aid Man!

Anne: You’re so fat when you get a flu shot gravy pours out!

Me: Oh yeah? You’re so fat when you sweat, butter and grease oozes out!

Anne: You’re so fat when you were a baby your mom gave you fried pork chops as pacifiers!

Me: You’re so fat your birth was sponsored by Butterball!

Anne: You’re so fat when you get out the bed it raises nine inches!

This went on nearly all night. We were making these up as we went, and some of them were so funny we had to stop and laugh at ourselves. Especially me, since every time she threw a joke at me my hyperactive imagination conjured up a vivid image. It was horrible.

Of course, we paid for this the next morning. Though not immediately.

See, we woke up at precisely 4:44AM feeling all kinds of good and refreshed, and started talking mad shit about how little sleep we needed to be productive and alert.

Fast forward two hours.

We were both whining and sniveling, our heads rolling on our necks and nodding out every few minutes. And I was writing, too, which made it worse. Even with a cappuccino, my concentration drained out of me at an alarming rate.

We ended up taking a nap and waking up several hours later feeling loads better.

And then I got to work in earnest.

I completely finished the Red Revision of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (I can’t wait until you motherfuckers read it!) and completed a good chunk of another title I’m working on under a pen name. Just so you guys know, I haven’t forgotten about the Nephilim series – as soon as this Voyeur episode is finished, I’m tackling Nephilim: Prisoner. It already has so many notes for the draft…

Anyway, that was my day in a nutshell: scoring, writing, and napping.

Until tomorrow, my loves…

#Alexa

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When banana slugs have sex, sometimes they get stuck, and the male and female each take turns nibbling at the penis until they get unstuck.

Feels

Dear Diary,

To be honest, I’m not really feeling the whole diary entry thing today – or much of anything, really. Which kind of sucks, because I know I’ve been gone these past three days to deal with Real Life® issues, and I planned on coming back with a bang, but… A lot happened during those three days. Things I’m not sure I want to get into.

Yet.

To be honest, I just have a lot to think about, and until I process everything in my mind, I’m not exactly sure what to share. Does that make any sense? 🤔

And Anne’s sick, so I’ve been babying her all day. She needs all your love and attention she can get. And dick pics. She loves dick pics. 😅

Anyway, I did manage to pull off a few writing feats on my first day back, such as finishing the rough draft of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (Patreon members – look for it soon!), and posting a gift to said supporters of some excellent Drugs Not Hugs shirts for both male and female Sims 4 characters. If you’re interested in snagging a copy, you can find them here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18802191 . I also managed to get a lot of writing done on a new book for my erotica pen name, something I’m really enjoying. I’ve published (and sold quite a few of) two books under her name so far; I’m sure this one is going to be even better than those. Cause confidence. And cause story is hot.

Sorry for the downcast tone of this entry, but I promise you guys I’ll be back to myself in no time. And then I’ll completely open up on what’s been really going on in my life lately, and you can tell me how much of an idiot I’ve been being.

😊

I love you guys.

For reals.

Thank you for reading.

#Alexa

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On Praying Mantis sex: the male has second brain in his bottom to continue having sex while the female eats him.

Staying in bed with Anne 😜

Dear Diary,

I didn’t want to get out of bed today. I woke up several minutes before my alarm went off and just stared at the ceiling, not feeling life at all. I knew I had to get up and start writing, but I just had zero motivation to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed.

This is not how I usually am.

My typical morning consists of me springing out of bed, slapping on some clothes, snatching whatever happens to be in my brother’s hands for breakfast and going to Anne’s, setting up my writing station and writing/doing author tasks for the next eight hours. My energy is usually insane, and when the coffee kicks in… I get a lot done.

Not today.

Anne spent the night last night, so when my alarm went off she just kind of looked over at me.

“We’re not getting up, are we?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Not a chance in hell.”

“OK,” she shrugged, turning back around and almost immediately resuming her snoring.

And that was it. We went back to sleep. 😅 I woke up several hours later feeling alert, refreshed, and generally just happy. Anne woke up and immediately wanted to take a nap. 😳

Of course, sleeping in doesn’t mean I didn’t do my author junk: I slammed out 90% of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (I’m having issues with figuring out exactly how I want to end it), then assassinated task after task, including a lot of work on pen name projects (if you’re a member of Patreon, log in. You have a surprise. 😏)

All in all? A good day.

Just a little off-schedule…

#Alexa

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If your parents had waited five seconds later, or began five seconds earlier, you wouldn’t be here.

Pushing through it

Dear Diary,

I woke up today not feeling the whole writing thing. At all. I went through the usual rituals, sat down in front of my laptop, and stared blankly at the screen as coffee sludged its way through my system. First thing I had to decide was what story I wanted to work on for the next five hours. I decided on Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1, opened it, and began typing one word after another, sighing mentally to myself as I followed my outline to the T.

Fast forward 4,500+ words later and my alarm goes off telling me its lunchtime, and I scream noooooo at the top of my lungs at my computer screen. I didn’t want to stop. I was so into it! I don’t know what happened, but several minutes into writing my mind just clicked over, and I started seeing all these possibilities for plot changes and twists, character interactions, and details I didn’t think to add when I outlined everything out… it was kind of rain-manish, but that’s how I usually am when I’m in my zone and crafting a story.

Anne ordered me Taco Bueno via UberEATS to console me.

It worked.

She then out-of-the-blue informed me that she once sucked a man off so thoroughly that his ball sack looked like it came out of a Paper Mario game, causing me to somehow inhale some of said taco meat and nearly kill myself. 😳

See the kind of hell I go through?!

I’ll never look at a Paper Mario game the same way again…

Anyway, I’m going to cuddle into a book and relax for the rest of the night, and I hope you do the same.

Goodnight, my loves.

As always, I love you, and thank you for reading about my weird and crazy life. 😊

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The clitoris is anatomically and developmentally synonymous with the male penis, it just lacks a urethra.