Rupert is always on at me about getting off my posterior and, instead of merely writing sketches and short filth stories, to get my teeth into something more substantial.
So, in the interests of shutting him up, I am now seriously working on a fantasy novel. I noted that many authors refuse to be at all bounded by reality when writing smut, so what the hell…I can certainly disappear into the world of fantasy if I set my mind to it.
The fantasy novel is set in the near future, and revolves around the adventures of a retired guy who meets a strange neighbor. When he gets to know the neighbor better, he finds that the neighbor has one foot in the real world, and one foot in a different world, where desperate women demand satisfaction from rampaging men.
That is all I am saying for bow. I expect to have some extracts available before the end of the year.