Lazarus911

Sometimes it takes having everything you have ever known shatter in front of you just to figure out who you really are deep down. That is precisely what happened, I let things get out of control and what I thought I had figured out was the wrong solution to an ever growing problem.

Sex was my drug (or Anti-drug?), and I looked for it whenever I could. I would even go so far as to say it was an addiction. It ended up destroying a relationship I was in and that is when I realized I had to change. I shifted my passion to writing and explored various works of fiction (and some non-fiction) that made me realize that it was okay to talk about what I wanted and it was okay to want more than you are being given. I ended up putting the leftover libido into writing and made dozens of short stories, many of them never making it into anyone else's hands to read. A friend suggested I post my latest work here and at this point I have started again in a hope to complete my previous works and post them here as well.

In the end, maybe someone else will benefit from my raunchy and overactive mind, at least I can only hope.