Storytime…

Dear Diary,

I have three things to write about this Diary entry: a writing progress report, a personal update, and a situation that embarrassed the living hell out of me.

I’ll start with the writing progress report: I’ve done tons of it. My main focus is still on Nephilim: Prisoner, the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak, though I’m also fluttering through two other projects during my downtime: Erotic Urban Legends: The Casting Couch (a story featuring one of my favorite Naughty Cheerleader’s as the main character: Shae, the quiet redhead. Such an awesome story so far) and The Wencher: Blood & Sacrifice. So much fun!

On a personal update front, I’ve been spending a lot more time with my brother lately, making sure I keep Anne by my side. I’ve even (albeit slowly) started having friends over… it’s been nice to take a break from writing, and the pandemic, and just let loose and live a little. I’m an incredibly happy little loli. 😊

Now about the situation that embarrassed the hell out of me. So. Anne and I bought a vibrator because I figured it was time for another sex toy review on Patreon. IT IS SO AWESOME. Anyway, I was actually in the middle of, ah, ‘using it’ when my brother came over, and I barely had time to get dressed and toss it on the bed. Anyway, he came in, gave me his typical massive bear hug, and went to give Anne a hug too when he spotted the vibrator. He said something to the extent of ‘oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to get one of these,’ and proceeded to use it to massage his left calf (he had, apparently, pulled a muscle working out). He said it was a great massager and wanted to know where I got it.

The entire time he was massaging his leg, Anne was barely keeping it together, enjoying the shit out of the situation just a little too much, while I was trying hard to not pass out from embarrassment.

Anyway, I told him to save his money because the ‘massager’ was mine, and he asked if I could use it on his leg before we went to bed that night.

So, long story short, he has a new personal favorite ‘massager.’ 😶😭

When he ended up leaving, Anne looked at me and just exploded in laughter.

I’m still blushing. And dreading the moment he asks me to massage his calf.

Like I said. Three things.

I hate my life sometimes. 😂

I love you all.

Stay safe!

#Alexa

 

💡 The More You Know 💡

In 1968, a convention of beggars in Dacca, India, passed a resolution demanding that “the minimum amount of alms be fixed at 15 paisa (three cents).” The convention also demanded that the interval between when a person hears a knock at his front door and when he offers alms should not exceed 45 seconds.

 

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Good news, bad news, kinky news, and pussy points

Dear Diary,

So, I have some good news, some bad news, and some kinky news.

Da Good News

• I didn’t wake up with a hangover. 🙌
• Amazon must have read my Diary entry last night because roughly 15 minutes after I published it they accepted the paperback edition of Good Girls Gone Bad. If you just can’t wait until the eBook version comes out on July 1st, you can buy the paperback version here: https://buff.ly/2qeJxMg.
• My new revision of When Daddy Was Away, which includes a new cover, tons of grammatical corrections and an updated aesthetic can be bought here: https://buff.ly/2GEktsd. For those of you who already purchased the book, you should be able to go into your Kindle and get the updated version for free. At least that’s what Amazon tells me. I Note that the paperback and audiobook cover and content are still the same; this will be changed Monday. I’m not doing shit this weekend work-wise. Refuse. Which leads me to…

Da Bad News

• I have been feeling utterly lethargic all day, and I have no idea why. I wanted to get some writing done, but my energy is just Maybe I just need to chill and be lazy for a few days.
• My big brother has been in a foul mood all day, and he refuses to tell me why. I even tried spider monkeying him. Didn’t work. That almost always works. See, I just latch onto him and refuse to get off until he spills the beans. Motherfuckers so massive I think he just forgets I’m there sometimes (😅) but eventually he always gives in. But not today. He’s just been loafing around, not saying much, watching TV – which is really weird for him. I tried contacting his girlfriend, but she won’t answer my messages. Something’s going on…
• My ovaries hurt. 😳 Well, metaphorically. I don’t know why, but everything has been making me think of babies lately. Like, not just babies, but having a baby. I would be the world’s worst mother though as emotional and mentally unstable as I am. Which, strangely enough, kind of segways into…

Da Kinky News

• Yeah, so I posted some pictures last night that maybe I shouldn’t have on Twitter and other social media accounts. And to be honest, I’m not sorry. Don’t be shocked. You knew who I was when you met me. 😅
• So did Rebecca (the girlfriend unit). I woke up this morning to a message from her asking if I had fun last night. See, I’m a girl, so (spoiler alert) I know this is a trick question – there is no real right answer to it. So, I did what anyone in my situation probably would have done: I lied like a rug. I told her that (taking a deep breath) I was just drinking because I had so much on my mind this past week, and how I missed her so much because she’s been working so many hours leaving me with no one to really talk to and open up with and that instead of going out and trying to have fun I stayed in with Anne and drank instead because I didn’t want to do anything foolish.
• I could practically hear the pussy points* racking up as the conversation went on.
• She bought it (and no, she doesn’t read my diary, so I’m not self-snitching), and even felt sorry for me.
• This is how you talk your way out of the doghouse, motherfuckers. Go buy one of my books as thanks. 😅 http://alexanichols.com/books/.

Oh, and just so you know, I posted an interesting article on Patreon today: “My first job, and how it made me the author I am today…”. You can read it here: https://buff.ly/2Jty8Ab. Go give it a look.

And.

I am so excited.

Tomorrow is the big day.

Why is it a big day, and what’s going to happen?

Tune in tomorrow to find out…

😉

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Kangaroos have three vaginas

* Pussy Points: An intangible medium of exchange frequently traded for various acts of sexual congress.