The Erotic Woman is featuring my piece, “This Is Not a Love Letter,” on its Web site in the “Flash Sex Stories” section. The picture that accompanies it makes reading this story not so work safe. Tee.
Fiction or otherwise, I think it’s one of the best love letters I’ve ever written…well, “non-love” letter in this case.
-LZ.
Oh dear @ me — I just realized how often I’ve been beginning these posts with “Excitement!” or something to that effect. (That’s good for me though, y/n?) At any rate, I’ll avoid saying that and just declare that this past Saturday, I was all but running around my apartment with my arms over my head, screaming “We are the Champions.”
I’ve finally completed the novel I was working on for nearly two years. Not the one I’m co-authoring with Audrey Pomeroy, but the one I mention in my various bios–the one about the bad boys and the 1970s. Mmm-hmm. That one.
I’m feel satisfied with the end result–I feel like I’ve really said everything that I needed to say. I tried to keep it sexy and I definitely wanted to keep it real! It was important for me to do both. I’ll desperately try not to go off on a tangent here, but it’s a pet peeve of mine when guys don’t act like “guys” and girls act too much like “girls” in stories. In short, I always want to show that you can have love and you can have sex without the sap and everyone calling each other “darling” by the time “The End” hits.
-LZ.
Excitement! A new short story of mine, “Adrian,” can be found at the site For the Girls, an erotic e-zine for the ladies. You do have to pay to read the story, however, so here, a tease:
Lust at first sight was something Lila had thought she’d grown out of ten years ago, but that was until Adrian showed up with her older brother Isaac on her mother’s doorstep, wearing faded jeans and a grin that could make legs tremble. She gaped, frozen in the door frame and praying that neither of them could see her hardening nipples beneath her white maillot.
