I am slightly concerned that my body parts may start to disappear.

In my quest to dabble the art of writing porn, I stumbled upon a story that, while somewhat sexual, couldn't possibly be construed as porn.....maybe I'm just not shy enough, or maybe it's that all I have to compare it to, in my uncharactistically short history of reading porn, is my christmas present from Torrie- "The Taming of Sleeping Beauty" by A.N. Roquelayne- one of Anne Rice's psuedonyms, and a excerpt from a story I read saturday night that combined bondage with bestiality for a strangely arousing tale of a a horse on a treadmill wearing, among other accessories, nipple clamps. No, I shit you not. I sort of wish that I did shit you. At least about the being aroused part. -I defy you to click this link.-


If you aren't man enough to read that...well, congratulations, you're normal. But you actually should read this one, with very limited sexual content. It's main character, who I don't believe is given a name at all....oh yes, Sita Mathuri, is exactly like me. A writer, a bisexual woman who can't seem to commit to anyone romantically, someone who treats females the same way that I do....she's just very much like me. Read it. If you want. Esthely.

I'm going to go eat, though....I'll write more later, I'll have something to write....I suppose.

My name is Linda, and I am thinly spread and possibly disappearing. On with it~