I tried, I really did. I tried not to be the angry columnist at Adult BW. I thought about giving men a break. But, it didn't last long. Just three emails did it all in. You can read the details in my column.

But, the question remains: are there any men who are more than the sum of one of their parts? Even the few I think of as human (as opposed to dickheads) could have been less than human in the past. Does that negate what they are now? I have to vote no on that. Mainly due to the whole running out of options thing. After all, there are only 2 sexes.

I was just going to ask why so many men treat women like sluts, something along the lines of a convenient sex toy. But, inspiration strucketh me. They do it because that is what they know.

Once, in a web chat one of the women asked the men in the group how it felt when they had an orgasm. None of them really had an answer. But, from the discussion, as it went on, I gathered that they don't have an orgasm the way women think of it. For them it seems to be more like a tap being surged to full speed and then shut off. That simple and that small.

For women (in case you don't know) an orgasm can start at your toes and rebound up to your hair roots before it explodes at the pussy level. I don't think men have anything like that. For them it seems to be a physical release, mechanical and then done until the next time. So why do they even bother, a sensible woman might ask. Me too. But, since they don't know what they are missing they have nothing to compare it to. Their orgasm seems just great, to them.

No wonder most erotica written by men offers nothing more than stroke fodder. They just have no idea how great sex can really be.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday March 24, 2003  

Shhh... I have to type softly, he's still sleeping. But while it's all still fresh in my mind and on my skin, I wanted to tell you my secret bedroom confession. Of course, I'm only telling this to you cause... well... I don't really know why. I guess it's like that whole mountain climbing thing, you were there at the time.

It all started when he saw me at the McDonalds. I just wanted a coffee but I was all out of change. Pretty sad, and I really needed a coffee. I turned to face him, knowing already that a hunky looking guy was behind me in line. I'd spent all the 4 minutes he was there brushing my behind against his jacket. I'm sure he noticed me.

Anyway, I smiled and let my coat slip away from my breasts. I wasn't wearing much of a shirt. It was a hot day, in more than one way, if I know what I mean. He looked, I knew he would. But, he didn't say anything to me. Just reached out to the counter and put a dollar down. It was enough for my coffee. Then he brushed past me and told the cashier to add his own order to that. I had to wait for my coffee. I was kind of annoyed, I'm not a girl who's used to waiting.

He pretty much ignored me. But I put that down to playing some kind of hard to get game. Men that say I'm too easy tend to like that kind of game. I think they just want the chase. So I let them.

I took my coffee from his tray and then sat down, one seat away from him. He ate his lunch, a greasy burger and fries and he seemed to forget all about me. Of course, I'm ME! So I knew he was just playing that game.

I finished my coffee, I wanted to be ready when he was. He was ready, boy was he ready! In just a few seconds he surprised me, picking me up and carrying me out the door. I only just managed to grab my purse! I think he even took his tray to the garbage. That was thoughtful. The other customers in the store looked surprised but no one did anything, other than gape at us.

I didn't really say much. What was there to say? He seemed to know what he was doing and I knew damn well what I wanted. Words would just get in the way. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell or ask names or much of anything else.

We ended up going to his place. It's not the home of a neat freak that's for sure. But, since he made a beeline for the bed I didn't spend much time looking around. I did notice this computer and I wondered if we had ever met online. Maybe this would really be our second date. But, I didn't have time to ask him if he was into cyber sex. He was yanking off my clothes as if I were some mannequin or blow up doll. Now that I think about it, I can see some suspicious looking plastic under his bed.

Anyway, the sex was good. Fast, hard and deep. He rocked my world for about 15 minutes. At least I did manage to have an orgasm before he passed out.

So, here I am. My shirt got ripped so I've taken one from his closet. So far I haven't found my other boot. I did find his wallet though. His name's Wally, of all things. I can't believe I slept with a Wally. Well, now you know.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday March 09, 2003  

This is the rough draft for a story I'm working on. It's not even done to the end yet but there is enough here to get you started.

"I don't want to." Chris looked down at the package Laura has just dropped in his lap. He was relaxing in front of the TV after making breakfast and cleaning up the dishes. It was Saturday and he had planned to have some time for himself.

She stood over him, expectantly, waiting. As he tried to ignore her she grew impatient and sat on his lap. He couldn't pretend to ignore her now. She leaned into his chest and bit his bottom lip. Her fingers curled in his hair and trailed down his arms. "Do you really just want to watch TV?"

Chris wasn't in the mood to resist a good invitation. "What's in the package?" He asked, growling to show her the effect she was having on his temper. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash.com: Friday January 17, 2003  

It was old, dusty and had traces of what could be dried blood on it. But, the bottle seemed intact. Jake blew dust away from the surface, peering at the label. A tiny spider trailed down over his hand and onto the floor to be lost in the clutter, dust and dirt. Whatever the label said was lost on Jake, he couldn't read the language, wasn't even sure what language it might be. Under the grime the bottle shined, something inside might have glittered. Peering through the dirt, he gave it a shake but couldn't tell what might be in it. He packed it up in the cardboard box of things to take downstairs and out of the abandoned house.

The box was nearly full, generations of treasures passed down to the current heir, himself. It was too bad the house was in such sad shape structurally. The whole thing would have to come down. So, Jake had rented a truck, gathered packing boxes and arranged to spend a weekend clearing out whatever was salvageable. There was less than he thought. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday December 13, 2002

"So, you're the Ghost of Christmas Future? I'm just supposed to believe that, right?" The woman was wearing red on red. Not that orangy, wanna-be red, the real, dark, bloody red. Her hair had red streaks of colour too. Between the streaks she was brunette, her hair tumbled down to her waist.

"Whatever will I do now?" Sarcastically portraying the helpless woman, she widened her eyes and held her hands up, fingers shaking.

The figure in front of her did nothing. It didn't move. It could only be called it, there was no face showing through any opening in the dusty cloak it wore. No sign that it even knew or cared where it was. It was a solid mystery, standing there in front of her. …more