Cheryl

I’ve been looking at my blog and my stats and thinking about changing directions. Maybe writing about books I like or things on my mind just isn’t interesting enough for folks.

Looking at my stats, obviously it isn’t.

So, I’ve decided to pursue another dream of mine and maybe this blog is the place to do it.

I look out at the interwebz and on the bookshelves of my local bookstore, and I say to myself, “Bruce,” because that’s what I call myself, “Bruce, there just isn’t enough vegetable-oriented erotica out there…amiright?”

So, starting today, I’m going to share a bit of what I’ve been working on. And I hope that you poor miserable bastards out there who haven’t seen the objects of your desire properly objectified, those of you who drool more for the revealed skin of a peeled apple than the taste, can find a new online home…

…Chester knew that this was probably going to be his only chance. Lizzie had told him that if she caught him again, it was over. He knew he had better savor it because Cheryl was just going to have to tide him over until the next time the Farmer’s Market opened. Damn the turning of the seasons! Damn Lizzie and her jealousy!

He looked down at Cheryl’s full, leafy head and sighed. So beautiful. So green. Slowly, he began to peel back her layers, revealing hints of her inner core. He shuddered in anticipation as he worked. His heart pounded in his chest, in his ears, and deep inside himself where desire throbbed with silent power. His mouth began to water–but he had to force himself to slow down. There would be time. Oh yes, there would be time. He had Cheryl all to himself for the evening and he knew of at least a dozen ways to satisfy that craving for lettuce that claimed his body and soul that night…

That’s an excerpt from the new serial novel I’m working on called Lettuce Play (it’s just a working title). I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I suddenly have a craving for salad…