For my readers/followers/ and my favorite silent stalkers...

To lie in your arms would be in comparison to lying on a warm white sandy beach where the sun is just right and the warm breeze is blanketing all of my special comforts. The sound of the waves dancing one with each other reminds me of the beating of your heart, steady and yet jumping pauses at all the right moments like when I touch you in your spot and I kiss you where it counts, everywhere. You are my favorite memory and when I am blessed with your graces, you are my favorite present moment. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" Spiritual connections that wrap our emotions within each other, I can feel you even when you are not near me. We even dress alike too, and never on purpose. We'll just look at each other, shake our heads and tease the other about maccho-ing. The effects of your love lasts throughout the day and when the night comes I am lucky to have you within me so at sunrise I am not envious of the world surrounding us. Thank you.


Dear Lover,

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Eyes scraped of vision stolen glances from eye to I am solely meant to be alone. Thoughts parade themselves as friends, foes I mean it cannot be that I am this unlucky. Luck? Luck? Luck? Does luck have anything to do due to the price given, given freely as if it were naturally my heart remains open to accept your bullshit but this cannot be nature’s best choice....

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I know it’s been a while since I last wrote an entry but I needed time to think and I wasn’t ready to let go of what I was feeling. It’s been a month since I saw Ms. Epiphany. I still don’t know her name. As-a-matter-of-fact, I’ll not act as if I actually care. I just call the child “Epiphany.” As-a-matter-of-fact, her father doesn’t even know I know she exists. No one knows that I know she exists. I didn’t even kick him out. Ironically now I’m on the couch and he’s in there on our bed. Doing what? – I don’t know nor do I care. As-a-matter-of-fact, after I saw that picture I went back to bed. Tears silent to my skin. I’m tired of tasting the salt of it in my mouth but I held no reaction to it. I just swallowed and remembered to breathe every now and then. I just sat up against the head of the bed, back on pillow, staring out into space absorbing the shock. My visitor, Disbelief, was my company once again. And every now and then, Pathetic would join us. Anger wanted to come too but I thought it would have been too crowded and then the raging noise inside of my head would have leaked out and awoken my distasteful paramour. So I did nothing.

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"...The even crazier thing is that when I got there, I stared at his door, turned my body and walked back home. I called him from my cell phone on the way back, walking and talking, out of breath with my headset on and told him that he would see me the next day. Asked him if he was entertaining company for the holidays and before I could tell him or ask anything else he asked what was wrong. I couldn’t speak. Stabbed by a sharp pain in my lower back that ran straight down my left leg to the tip of my left big toe. The cold air rushing through my nose, throat, and open ears just stifled me. Everything started getting dark and blurry, my head started to spin and I had to sit down. I grabbed for the nearest stoop and sat on the brownstone steps of a stranger. I couldn’t worry about the warm liquid of red blood that surrounded me, spilling down my legs. I was too caught up in the feeling of misery in my head and back. And that was it. I believe the next words out of my mouth were, “Come get me.”

"Explicitly Yours..."

Hello :)

 If you're taking the time to read this it means that you are a fan and I want you to know that I appreciate your support. It's funny b/c I would really like to give you an update or a new teaser but the story is so far past what you've last read. I will post a new page for you soon just to settle that itch :) Look out for the book this year. Fall is the new aim for the e-book release. A lot of people have asked me if this book is anything like "50 Shades of Grey" and honestly I have no idea because I've never read it and don't plan on reading it until after I release this book; that way there are no subconscious slips. And no, I've never read any of the Zane books either - I think I've seen an episode or two on television ions ago. So don't sleep on me. In the meantime take a step back into our character's world and reminisce on why you should look out for this book.

From Chapter 1: Closed Doors Pg.7 How many times have I laid here pretending that he was next to me and I nested in his arms listening to his heartbeat? How many times have my tears told me that this is unhealthy and that the lack of his approach speaks volumes? Knocked up and married. He doesn't love her. He never will. It's the child he wants. I remember our last encounter. He on top of me, me on top of he, he saying how much he loved me and I, I continued to straddle his groin as if my female and his being were meant to mix juices and fluids, fluids and juices that no one else but he and I could produce. But I guess that's why he chose her because they could produce something that we never could...  My hands through his hair, my face against his chest, my body on his, he is...he is....not here.


From Chapter 2: All's Not Fair in Love and War Pg. 5 Pair of lips pressed against mines as hands grab on my breasts then move to my lower inner thighs. Let the edge of your palm rub against my clit. Abandon my upper lips to make love to me down below. Stay there. Hands pressed into my own exchanging tension for tension, passion for passion, longing for longing, desire for desire. Grab me. Control me. Position me. Love me...and my body. Slow strokes to get us started. Hard thrusts in slow motion hitting that spot that sends me into exhilaration. I feel your long thickness within me. The walls of my body closing in on yours begging it not to leave but to give me more.....and more....and more.

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fire never burned so brightly to warm the inner depths of my soul. careless whispers that speak to only me tickling my every fantasy. i close my eyes where there was once pain i find passion. laughter now replaces tears and every nerve of my body feels alive. excitement going in and out of me, in and out, and in and out, and in... pause...

OK Darlings Fans and Followers

Lent is officially over and it is back to the writing process with "Explicitly Yours..." I also thought about re-naming it to "Explicitly You" Buuuutttt, no. I had disallowed myself to be able to put any thoughts or drafts together during my fasting period but during that time I was given some ideas that I can now consider. Too paranoid to put all these ideas down on script. I'll just let you know how it comes along. In the meantime, let's have fun and Make IT Zen.

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3rd Chapter

So... I'm working on the third chapter of the book when I realized I want to change the direction of the it. Now I have the task of writing a new layout and timeline for "Explicitly Yours..." and not change the direction but just add more substance. Or maybe the book doesn't need more substance than what it has just maybe a little bit more of what it is already. So! New task of the day - re-read what I have already and write and write and write. For those of you who think that when the book comes out you can just skip what you think you have read and just move past it, think again. Even if subtle things change, note that the Butterfly Effect says that even a butterfly can change the world...or something to that effect. Lol. Keep reading. Hope you enjoy your day and remember to Make IT Zen! :)

Thank You

Thanks for reading the preview of "Explicitly Yours..." I hope you enjoyed every page. Share it with all your friends. Don't be shy. Lol. The full book is coming out soon. So watch out for it and what's going to happen with our leading lady and her men.

If you have any questions or comments feel free to email me at algangaram@gmail.com


Make IT Zen

All's Not Fair in Love and War Pg. 7

Hot steam surrounding me. The water from the shower, I imagine them to be heavy raindrops beating on my naked body consoling me the way no man could. Or could he? Arms resting on the wet tiled wall as my pores take in the soothing black lilly suds that cover me.  My hair dressed against my back elongating its strands as they try to hug me. This is where I believe God hears me most. In this quiet place, my solitude, in the shower, in peace. The extra water running down my face, its salt lets me know that it is my tears releasing its bonds from my body freeing themselves away from me as if each tear was a letter to God. "Why are you angry with me, Lord? Would my children be such a damnation to the world that you refuse to bring them into my arms? Would I have really failed as a mother? A nurturer? Lord I know I am not perfect but is it really your will that I cannot have children? Am I really a woman? How can I be of use to you Lord if I cannot bring your children into this world? How could I be of use to any man if his seed cannot grow within me? I don't care if I have to do it alone Lord. Give me my child and I will raise him, her, them, by myself if that is the consequence."
The water's getting cold.