Lubrican: Blog

Several people have asked why most of my recent books contain black on white interracial plots. The reason is simple.

I love writing erotica. But I'm also retired and living on a fixed income. And black on white plots sell more books. I don't know why. So I've been concentrating on that to boost my income.

I have plenty of other ideas and I'll wok on them, too. If I need a little boost in income, though, another interracial book will come along.

Bob

I'm finally able to post something longer than five or six chapters. A lesson in Biology is book length and I'll be posting at least one chapter per day (assuming I don't get so busy doing other stuff that I forget. That has happened before.)
Since SOL only gives you 500 words to describe a new post, I'll put the "long version" of the description here. This is the description you'll find on the book at zbookstore.com if you go there and look at it:

Robin wanted to be a cheerleader and everything was approved except for her grade point average. To bring it up she needed to go to summer school. Her father said to get the best tutor available and her mom got a name from the school. Marcus was a quiet, geek-type young man whose single mom worked two jobs to support her family. So he took the tutoring job even though his social status and Robin's social status were as far apart as possible. Like he was a poor black kid and she was a rich white girl. Robin didn't care about all that. She just wanted to improve her grades. And her tests did suggest she'd achieve her goal. Marcus made it easy to understand and remember things and every test she took she got an A on. Then they got to the chapter on the human reproductive system in her biology syllabus. Marcus had always reacted in a biological manner to his beautiful student, and when she wished she could see things for real, instead of just in pictures, how could he do anything other than offer to be her manikin? After all, she couldn't investigate these things on dates. That's how you got a reputation. But, in the privacy of her bedroom, with her tutor, she could see things … touch things … experience things. And she found out she really liked doing all those things. It would have been great except her mother found out. And then his mother found out. And that's when the train went off the rails and just kept going.

So I hope those of you who read it like it. Those of you who don't read it can have fun elsewhere.
Bob

I don't usually do this, but in this case I'll make an exception. If you enjoy thinking about life and the trials life throws at you, and if you like a little philosophy, and if you like John Grisham's books then you should read "Naked Loophole." It's really, really good. I almost never read a story that is over five chapters long, because I crave writing instead of reading. My editor, Andy said I should read it. I went all twenty chapters without stopping.
Bob

I'm posting a new short story titled Loving my Niece. It's two chapters long and Chapter two will be posted Tuesday, assuming I remember to do that. I've got a long one at Andy's being edited and I have another long one close to being finished. This little one is just one I found in my "Being Edited" file. The file name told me it had already been edited, and had just slipped through a crack. It's basically a slow stroker, but I hope you like it.
Bob

I usually start posting a story on Monday. It's a habit. Some part of my brain thinks that people don't read this stuff on the weekend, when they can be hiking, or going to the beach, or visiting your aunt or just at work and so on. I am aware this is probably as legitimate as some of what I write is. I didn't go hiking last weekend. The beach is a thousand miles from here. My aunt is long passed. You know what I do for "work". And I went to see what was up at SOL.

Okay, now that I have upchucked my silly belief that nobody will see it because it's the middle of the week, I am posting a two chapter stroke story. It's just a simple stroker which may be of value to someone who needs a little fantasy while tending to the pet lizard. Or pet clam. You know what I mean.
Bob