Rob_Royale
with cheese
- Joined
- Aug 8, 2022
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It's been a year since I started seriously writing erotica and my first story was posted on October 23, 2022. In that year I've posted 14 stories with #15 and #16 posting any day now.
Also in that year, I turned 55 and celebrated my 32nd wedding anniversary with my lovely bride. My two sons have moved away and are well-employed in the trades, lifting that big parental worry from my shoulders. My granddaughter turned four.
On our farm, we've sold the cows and the calves and my life has stopped being about fixing fences and where are the fucking cows now! I have added two little goats to my tiny herd of four (now), who are my lawn crew. We're great pals. Irrigation for the garden is done and the new fence will be up shortly.
My trusty Toyota Highlander clicked over 200,000 miles. I got my blood pressure under control. Lost fifteen pounds. My skills and knowledge base at work are finally where they need to be so that I'm confident in my new-ish position.
But the biggest change is this. The writing. It's kind of crazy, but when I started, I thought I had a few stories, some fantasies that would be fun to write, and then I would be done. Itch scratched. Nope. I know that the community here is a large part of it. It's been fun, supportive and welcoming. I've been an artist of one sort or another my whole life and I've never gotten this much satisfaction from anything I've done. I can't quite wrap my head around it.
I'm really hoping that someday I'll think up a storyline where I can break out of erotica, but these nasty stories are low-hanging fruit in my brain. And I love 'em.
Anyway, thanks for being supportive and fun to hang with. Looking forward to the next year and more filthy stories.
Rob
Also in that year, I turned 55 and celebrated my 32nd wedding anniversary with my lovely bride. My two sons have moved away and are well-employed in the trades, lifting that big parental worry from my shoulders. My granddaughter turned four.
On our farm, we've sold the cows and the calves and my life has stopped being about fixing fences and where are the fucking cows now! I have added two little goats to my tiny herd of four (now), who are my lawn crew. We're great pals. Irrigation for the garden is done and the new fence will be up shortly.
My trusty Toyota Highlander clicked over 200,000 miles. I got my blood pressure under control. Lost fifteen pounds. My skills and knowledge base at work are finally where they need to be so that I'm confident in my new-ish position.
But the biggest change is this. The writing. It's kind of crazy, but when I started, I thought I had a few stories, some fantasies that would be fun to write, and then I would be done. Itch scratched. Nope. I know that the community here is a large part of it. It's been fun, supportive and welcoming. I've been an artist of one sort or another my whole life and I've never gotten this much satisfaction from anything I've done. I can't quite wrap my head around it.
I'm really hoping that someday I'll think up a storyline where I can break out of erotica, but these nasty stories are low-hanging fruit in my brain. And I love 'em.
Anyway, thanks for being supportive and fun to hang with. Looking forward to the next year and more filthy stories.
Rob
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