The objective of this blog was, and is, to write APPALLINGLY BAD erotica for a discerning or self-loathing audience.
Because of a few words, in which I wrote of their beauty, some women have been exceptionally kind to my lack of talent; I am grateful, and it’s certainly a motivator to write more icks and to get stuck into the meat and two veg of the true objective of the site.
The working title of the long-form story I intend to write will be:
“Once more, with feeling” and it will document the frenzied sexcapades of an adventurous, willing and doomed chap who falls off a bicycle and damages something in his psyche and/or his knob, resigning him to a life where he has a perfectly functioning but entirely insensitive dick.
Is this a horror story or erotism? Good fucking question, I guess we’ll inadvertently find out.