CasualWanderer82

I do my own editing. To my own detriment (because I really would save time if I had some help), I'm a bit of a control freak. 😅

Hmm...😏

He drowned in it.

I think by the end of that night there's "another" woman in that apartment, too...

Might have? 😅

Buckle up, @Modified Cub

Good to see you here, @peter rietbergen and I appreciate you stopping by to comment!

He woke to the click of heels and the soft, hydraulic hush of the elevator swallowing someone whole. Nora, he thought. The apartment absorbed the silence she left behind. Daniel rolled onto an elbow and felt the bed answer with the ache of a body that had done too much. The sheets were a wreck, heat-sour and threaded with the animal salt of skin. He blinked, once, twice, as if focus could be forced back into the room. The clock on the nightstand was far too honest. He sat. T

Thank you @chris571 Best review I could get. That's truly my endgame!

I'd have Malik "play me" with his, um...skills, any day of the week. Preferably a Friday.

That's some multiverse shit I'd pay for someone to write!

I love when you clock one of my clues...

Have we met? 😉 hold your panties...😏

Thank YOU. You have no idea how your comment makes me happy. For some weird reason, up until DITH, I've always avoided diving deeper into my female characters. I've always had them, some more fleshed out than others, but I think there was a part of me that maybe didn't believe, or wasn't confident enough, that I could pull them off with authenticity. Even though, as a gay man, I've obviously always found women absolutely fascinating. Daisy Bell definitely opened the door for me to be less afraid to include strong, powerful, flawed, and complex women in my "character gallery". Even make them, as this story means to, a main protagonist. Regardless of their sexuality or how they express themselves, they've always been as much part of queer culture as men are. Particularly straight women. At the end of the day, I'm a storyteller. And as I like to say in my Author intro: "Although my stories are primarily gay-themed erotic fiction, they roam across the LGBTQ+ spectrum because, to me, queerness is a whole cosmos, not a cul-de-sac."

The truest way to read my stuff. 😊

This made me chuckle! 😅

As a queer writer, I'm slowly trying to broaden my horizons and allow myself creative license to venture into unexpected territories. I've read bisexual erotica for many years (MMF mostly), and I can safely say two things: women characters are seldom portrayed with either dignity or depth. And the storylines lack of substance are rarely worth pursuing. I hope TMOH changes that landscape a bit.

The chapter lends itself to speculation. But at this point, what I can safely say is that this is ultimately a story about a marriage. Of two people who've not only lost themselves, but each other along the way.

"Raw" would be a fitting adjective.

Well...this was actually in my "Vault" as I call it. Just something I'm putting out there. Testing new waters...😉😏

The line for cappuccinos kinked around the counter like a frayed cable. Someone had abandoned a tray of croissants, sugared flakes glittering. Slack pings stuttered from open laptops left to keep vigil on the high table. It was nearly eleven, the second coffee window, the one for people who had already put out a fire and were quietly waiting for the next. "...and legal's coming back with redlines on the indemnity clause, but I told them we can't own vendor negligence, so now they're e

In a glass-and-marble New York life, Nora Beaumont, an immaculate fixer who keeps other people's chaos on schedule, looks up one day and realizes her own marriage to Daniel, a beautiful cipher built of calm and covenants, has been filed under "maintenance." On the eve of her birthday, a single, reckless wish knocks something loose, and a stranger enters their lives to rearrange the furniture of their desire. What begins as a staged surprise becomes a slow-burning reckoning. As Nora watches the man she loves become someone she's never met, she must decide whether reinvention is an act of love, or a controlled demolition.

Thank you for taking the time to read it, @mancguy Feel free to explore more of my body of work! Happy readings!

"Deal". 💙