That's easy--I never left.

I've always been here. I've loved this girl for three years. But in the end, it doesn't matter.

I can't have her.

So, nothing I feel matters, right? I mean, that's not true, but it's how I feel.

This really sucks. I didn't want this. At all.

It's complicated.

Yes, I told her that, too.

But to be honest, Idk that she ever really hears me. She's too wrapped up in herself, most of the time. Doesn't make her a bad person, or even a bad friend. A bit inconsiderate? Maybe.

But I love her anyway. Ugh. how in the hell did I get in this spot again?

Don't get me wrong--I won't want to want her. I really don't. It's just too much. I'm just a friend for her. But for me, she's a lot more.

Yes, I told her this. Did she hear me? Who knows.

It's hard to know what she's thinking most of the time. It gets harder when she disappears.

Nope

Yesss

Perfection

I write erotic fiction that gets me off. Hopefully, it's doing that for the readers too. Maybe it's not insanely serious, or layered with texture, complex characters, and intricate storytelling. But I don't care.

I do these things in my other writing. But this stuff? This stuff is fun. I need fun.

Real life sucks. Real life is hard. In real life, you're in the shit up to your neck.

But in the world you create? NO ONE has to be in the shit. That's why my characters are just having fun with each other. No drama. No b.s. Just good old-fashioned naked fun time.

You don't have to worry about a wife who doesn't want to touch you. Or a husband who'd rather sleep with someone else. Not married, or in a relationship at all? No problem. It's your world, you decide who's in it, and why.