Well Aren't I Active? :)

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Hello.

Just thought that I should say a few things.

1, I know I reposted a story twice. I recently posted it under that title I know it better as, Fucking Is Don't Quietly, but it was posted before under a newer name, Pillow Head. After I found it I knew why I changed the name, but I didn't like the confusion it has now caused me. So until I fix it, in a week or three, you will find both of them here.

2, As you have seen, I'm rescuing my work from Tumblr and the pics that go with them since the links won't work for much longer, if at all currently. I'm just about finished. I started a few new stories just before I found out about our pending banishment. Granted, I could just clean up my Tumblr and stick around. But let's be honest. I was mostly there for the porn. Yes, I didn't always just look at the porn there, and there were times when I didn't want to see any port at all, so maybe there is some hope. Anyway, still toying with the idea or cleaning it up and making it mix of sex edu and funny stuff.

3, As I near the end of the list of stories I have already posted here I realized that I had another site that I wanted to save my stories to. It's a Live Journal page. So odd. Even though I was looking at it, I didn't remember using or making it for a few mins. Considering it was 10 years ago, I'm not surprised. Now I'm finding stories that I really, really forgot about. That is why it took me so long to remember any of it. Yeah I know what Live Journal was but the stories were blanks for me. I found a bunch that I'm moving from there to here after a good cleaning (read over and edit). I read the start of one that felt like a hazy bad dream. You never know how good you have gotten at some until you see how bad you use to be.

The link to this shame is still here... somewhere, but I won't point it out.

4, I did say that I was posting some of my stories over at Hentai Foundation right? Yeah. I just wanted ... exposure and feed back. Well that, and to full fill one of my 'promises' of collecting all my maid stories together and perhaps nailing down the main family in the middle of this world.

5, If you just got here, got backwards to see what you missed. Either story wise, or to see the photos that inspired stories that you might have already read and liked.

Well, later. 

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