At long last, I’ve managed to put together something longer than a diary entry. Alas, it’s not fiction (which I really should get to) or reviews (three or four of which I really MUST get to, perhaps tomorrow) but some writing nonetheless.
A new musing called deep fried ice cream, to be exact.
Those of you looking for salacious and horny tidbits might as well pass on this. It’s got little to do with sex. Just some thinking I’ve been doing.
If you do read it, please be gentle. The teddy bear in the story is very fragile.
🙂
new musing about dessert
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