It’s late. I was sidetracked today on my manuscript read, by a talk with my Dramaqueen editor. It lasted longer than I anticipated.

I did manage to script some of a side project I started with an online friend, but then got sidetracked again on the phone with another friend. It’s 11 and I’m tired—but I will write this scene out, in the morning.

Necrophilia isn’t easy to write; not even if you try combining it with something you find sexy. The scene that follows is much easier for me, because it’s a simple chase and rape. Out of the frying pan so they say. I don’t know what is more sad, but I’m trying to determine which scene I most aroused by?  What does that say about me?

Damn, I’m breaking the first rule of erotica…I’M THINKING TOO MUCH.

This came to Laura by way of Cat, who lives in Houston Texas -

Goodnight…