The stones sit here, and it’s like they’ve always been here, eternal, unchanging. But things do change. Because now one’s filled, the space beneath at least. So when the rain’s coming, I get up, and I get dressed, and I come here. Because you so loved the rain. When the rain comes
My cell rings again. Once, then again. I wait. Then I hear it. The door, unlocking. The door, opening. The footsteps, coming closer to the bathroom. A moment’s pause – and I hear the door, opening.
I fucking love Bath Night.
I march, because I can see you up ahead, and you're smiling, and you're in your best dress, and as I march past you blow me a kiss, and you wink. And it's that special wink you have, and I know what that means – and if I could fucking run to the end of this march I'd run, and to fuck with Sergeant MacAllister. Event Horizon
Laura’s a damn fine secretary. It’s not really her fault she’s rather good at hiring other things in my office as well. Or at least one other thing. But I think I’ve found a way to help her fix that problem... Office Training
I couldn’t do it. Just… couldn’t. Not even once. Not since the day you… Well. Not ‘since’. I even went down to 54th and Nowhere, and tried a rental. It was no good. I couldn’t get it up, never mind get it done. Then it arrived... Cuming Home
About the Author
Tatter Jack. A vagabond with delusions of literature. A wandering minstrel who can’t sing or play a note. Oh - and writer of erotica.
Yes,I know. I'm sorry. The 'e' word, I mean. It's the Great Sin of Marketing(tm). You have to get certain words in, and 'erotica' is one of them. So I write about people. Who sometimes - OK, fairly often (blush) - have sex. While they're being people :-).
So this is me. Tatter Jack. It's a cold night out, so cum on in. Maybe we can warm things up...