Fick Suck: Blog

New story is posting and it will be 35 chapters. I expect to be posting on Tuesdays and Fridays. This story is posting here because I am walking away from Kindle. After watching "The Social Dilemma," I concluded that I was a naive participant in digital media. Amazon made exponentially more money on my efforts than I ever did or will. While they were taking a percentage of my sales as any publisher would, they were also harvesting my data and selling ads for everyone else's work to prospective readers. They had me over a barrel, three if not four times.

Besides, you folks have been awesome, offering thanks, praise, and real-time constructive critiques.The trolls have been few and far between.

Thank you for all of the kind responses; it is a joy to post a new story. A more important thank you to the couple of kind souls who took the time to give me their constructive criticism. Their insights have been valuable and immediately applicable to other writing projects. Let us see what the future brings.

I have a few storytelling biases. I prefer flawed characters. I believe that experiencing a protagonist's struggles illumines our own. The more we can relate to a character, the more immersion into the story is possible.
I have learned to shy away from superheroes. They are the high-fructose corn syrup of the fiction world, and I blame Marvel and DC.
Becoming a victim is not a choice. However, remaining in a mental state of victimization is a choice. Ignoring the flight or fight response is a deliberate choice.

A chunk of years have passed since I last posted a story. No reflection on SOL; the real world came crashing down upon my head. I lost my career or my career lost me. Either way, the loss of optimism and the sense of betrayal turned my muse into a bitter, paranoid rant, not worthy of the good readers here.

"Blue Hand" was first written ten years ago, partly in response to a complaint about the homogeneity of my protagonists. While most of my stories assume that graphic sex is appropriate in the task of storytelling, as opposed to using stories to present graphic sex (I like to read those!), this tale is slow on the sex because of the protagonist.

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"There was cock custard flowing from his veiny quim prod and I was wetter than a spastic's chin. We were ready for more. When he removed his greasy slimelight from my rusty bullet hole, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. Hours of fucking like this would leave any girl's open-faced ham sandwich looking like a ripped out fireplace, and I was no different! Inserting a number of chillies into my vaginal bacon buffet got me spraying flange custard faster than a greased weasel shit. With his cervix cigar raiding deep into my stench trench, the sensation of his greasy slimelight smashing my cervix made me quiver like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery."