Pounding The Keyboard

     So, last week, my brother-in-law bought two Shih Tzus (see photo above) for his kids, and my sister (the wife) immediately asked us for names for the puppies, even putting up prize money to whoever could give the best, most-inspired names. And I naturally joined, but alas, I could only suggest two worn-out dog names: Floyd and Bono, names I’ve already given to my previous dogs. I don’t know, names have always been my Achilles’ heel. When I write, I always find it extremely difficult to name my characters. It’s always easier for me to write short stories or novels than think of a name for a character. I remember writing a 40-thousand-plus words erotic novel based on nonchalant Facebook comment (“I once got obsessed with a nude model in one of our painting sessions...") in ten days, while I need eleven days to name a character. Lol.      I’ve also quickly written several 20-thousand-plus words romance novels and other stories just b...

They met in 2004, when they were both members of an Internet forum, there were still no Facebook then and other social media sites. They didn’t know each other, but one day, he received a private message from her. I always see you in the politics and rock music threads, it’s where I hang out, too, and we have the same fave rock bands, she told him. After that, they regularly sent each other messages, and after a few weeks of being friends online, she asked him to meet her. They met inside a mall. Her real name was Angel, a very curious name for him. She was twenty-five, pretty, had smooth white skin and a voluptuous figure.   She was taking up culinary arts but she stopped due to an unwanted pregnancy. She was a single mom and had a two-year old daughter. And she was currently in a little financial strait. She was broke and could she borrow some cash from him? Her daughter needed milk and diapers and other stuff. Her middle-class family abandoned her when she got pregna...

     An officemate was trying to give one of my siblings a kitten (see photo above). My sibling wasn’t sure if that gift should be accepted so we held a meeting to discuss it and decide on it. Another sibling stood up, presented a PowerPoint presentation on why we should reject it, reminding us that having a cat in the house would be bad because almost all of us have allergic rhinitis.       Point taken—the meeting was adjourned after we decided that the cat would be better off with a different owner, which was a pity because I was already preparing to give it a name.      I’d name it Wet —so when I call it, I’d be calling a pussy which is wet, and a wet pussy would come to me and I’d get to play with it. The name is a salute to men who like wet pussies, men who think every woman’s pussy gets wet whenever they’re around and that they’d be allowed to touch it with minimal effort. Wet pussies ( pusang basa o...