Devil Girl Diaries – 10 (Hostage)


Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Heart beat drowned out sounds
Stripped down to boxers
What the hell were they planning?
Breathing rushed
Bound to dining room chair
The quiet shut of the door
Soft hands grab my cheeks
Full lips kiss my mouth
Her sweet lips
Allie what is going on?
She ripped the blindfold off
With a control she opened the drapes
Moonlight seeped in
Her heels clicked on the floor
As she headed for the window
She wore my favorite outfit
heels and her birthday suit
Which went well with anything
A click of another remote
Set music playing
her hips swaying
She danced for me
As her fingers danced along her skin
Anger seeped out of my pores
Like sweat on a summer day
Every move, every gyration hypnotic
I should be furious
But my body betrayed me
She came to me
Sank on my hardness
I gasped
Beyond her slender shoulder
Windows were occupied
With curious observers
Whatever happened to privacy Devil Girl?

See ya next week


Lonely Author in Your Spam

Started 2016 with the flu. A little disappointed because I lost my voice; so it makes it hard to talk to myself.

No Big Brother hasn’t arrived.

After spending so much time between the holidays catching up with my blog reading; friends have advised me they find my comments in their Spam folder. Is this WordPress way of saying shut up?

How insulting. Why couldn’t my comments end up in your filet mignon folder. At the very least your barbecue chicken wings folder.

But Spam???

Ugh.  Cough.

Have a good day.



Lonely Author: Let’s Talk Resolutions

First, I don’t make resolutions I prefer to set goals. And I don’t want to get all philosophical either. But when the clock strikes 2016, it will be thirty years since I kissed my parents on New Years Day.

My philosophy:  Live, Love, Laugh

For anyone who hasn’t decided on resolutions I have a few suggestions:

  1. Be proactive about your health. I never see this on anyone’s list, but it should be there.
  2. Laugh more. Love more. Life is stressful whether you laugh, love, complain, or cry. Choose laughter & love. They are the best options.
  3. Do what makes you happy. Don’t fool yourself. Happiness is a choice you make everyday (not a goal or destination). Don’t spend your life looking for the cloud behind every silver lining. Be happy.
  4. Surround yourself with positive people and thoughts. This is plain and simple. Happiness attracts positive things to your life.
  5. Gratitude. Be grateful for what you have, nothing lasts forever. When you learn to focus on the glass half full, it changes everything in your life.


Hoping you and yours will be Living, Loving, Laughing in 2016



Brotherhood of Man

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

……………..John Lennon


Brotherhood of Man

We witness brother killing brother
Violence against children too
Nothing more repulsive than the news
Mankind really has no clue

What are we teaching in classrooms
Tolerance is currently the plan
We should educate our children on
Acceptance of the other man

Differences can be settled differently
Violence is not the only choice
Perhaps we can rid the world of hate
If we all speak up in one voice

You can choose any God or evolution
Every hawk should be a dove
We could be a brotherhood of man
Imagine one community of love

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as on

……………………John  Lennon

Tell Lonely Author About Your Likes/Dislikes

Since I’ve joined Blogville I have refrained from participating in Awards and Tag games. I think it is wonderful, entertaining, unfortunately, I don’t have the time.

In 2016 I am planning a full marketing assault of biblical proportions (okay, I will rephrase that).

I will try very hard (just doesn’t sound the same).

In addition to querying literary agents about my manuscripts, in 2016 my marketing campaign will include queries to Hollywood agents about my screenplays & the submissions of these scripts to screenwriting contests.

So, if your interested in learning a little more about Lonely Author here is a little bit of info about the Man, the Myth, the Moron.


Native New Yorker. Lived 3 years in Miami and 9 months in Raleigh, N.C. Love the NYC, but I expect to move permanently to warmer climates by 2018.

Places on my Bucket list: Venice, Italy. Greece to see the ruins. Also want to visit all 50 states.

Personality: My friends say I am the MOST open minded person they know. I consider myself the MOST old fashion person I know. Have never forgotten important dates. Love humor and everything positive.  I still stand to give up my seat. Still hold doors open and pick up the tab. GENTLEMEN, THAT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE.

Social media: Hate facebook. A good friend convinced me to join twitter. @LonelyAuthorNY.

Favorite FoodPizza has to be number one, but steak and lasagna aren’t far behind.

Drink: I prefer wine.

Children: Catherine is an anthropolgy major set to graduate in June 2017. She is my only living blood relative.

Scent: Hugo Boss is what I am usually wearing. As for female scents, there are a few that I like, don’t know why, but Coco Chanel makes me melt.

Clothes: I wear a lot of black and grays. Rarely wear sneakers. Since my surgery all I wear is jeans.

TV: Not much of a TV guy. Prefer to watch movies. If you find me watching something it is usually HGTV. Do watch some History Channel (preferably Ancient Aliens). Some of my favorite shows of the past include Seinfeld, Allie McBeal, and 24.

Things I like most about Blogging: Meeting people, exchanging creative ideas, getting inspired by other people’s work.

I never knew what I was missing: Living in New York City I missed out on an enchanting part of the universe. Southern Belles. I have met so many in this World-o-Blog. They are delightful and so charming. A pleasure to talk to.

Since I am on the subject of Ladies: I like mine feminine. I love lipstick, painted nails (when possible), and all the girly accessories. I know my role as a man, I want her to relish in her role as a woman. So, I will spoil her. Oh, and spooning is an absolute MUST.

Comedies: There’s Something About Mary, Wedding Crashers, We’re The Millers.

Authors: John  Grisham and Nelson DeMille


Pepsi not Coke
Hate iphones. Samsung all the way.
Showers not bath.
Eclectic music taste.
Played wide receiver (damn good too).
Don’t make resolutions, I set goals.
Love lingerie (no I don’t wear it)
Pajamas only in winter.
Coffee light and sweet
I think morning sex is so underrated. (Yeah, I like to start the day with a bang).

Tell me something about you.







Devil Girl Diaries – 8 (Home)


Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.This is our story.

slumped in the back of the cab

feeling like a corpse

I eyed the crowds and lights

of a crowded city full of life

exhausted by my search for Allie

 the wild sexual scenarios

that tortured my vivid imagination 

 I resigned myself to the worse

minutes later I entered my apartment

flicked on the lights

there she was naked on my couch

her legs formed an erotic V

she opened her arms to invite me in

I ran to her angry relieved

curious to know

buried my head in her warm full breasts

her heart whispered to me

I want to believe her words

I needed to know she was only mine

she pushed my head

down past her flat belly

I shut my eyes

I can’t share you Devil Girl

See you next week

Christmas Tears

Christmas Tears

Little Emily won’t be celebrating Christmas
There won’t be lights flashing on her tree
No reason to hang ornaments or mistletoe
No desire to find presents wanting to be free
Santa won’t be climbing down her chimney
No reason for holiday cards or festive cheer
Mommy is protecting kids from other nations
Tonight Emily will be shedding Christmas tears

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Inspired be my favorite Christmas songs “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” and Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You.”

My deepest thanks and heart felt wishes go out to all the men and women who won’t be home for Christmas.

Happy Holidays

Be safe.