The Curtain Twitchers – Another free story, click on the picture to go through to the download page.
Thanks,
Ina
The Curtain Twitchers – Another free story, click on the picture to go through to the download page.
Thanks,
Ina
As we all thankfully have the right to wear what we want in the UK, I am today starting my campaign for everyone to have a Burka.
We all have days when we would rather not look at anyone or be stared at, so I think we should adopt the Burka as part of UK culture.
This solves a number of rather confusing issues.
What was that you said? Cultural appropriation? Like the cultural appropriation of cars, dyed hair, computers, mobile phones? That kind of cultural appropriation? I think instead we should call it Cultural Integration.
Since I cannot proceed with my project by any other means because my so-called friend is determined to prevent me from working on my film project, I call for everyone in the UK to assist me.
To do so you will require the following:
Obviously you will have to show some sensitivity if challenged, and put up with a lot of staring.
Good luck, and here is an emblem should you wish, like me, to have a t shirt made.
This last title has been enormously popular already, and I have a had a number of requests, including from the man himself to write more, so I think Asher will be getting a lovely series of his own.
The original plan was to package it with Stories for an Ignorant Man, however Asher is such a happy and lovely character, with so much potential that I think he will be getting a full book to himself. Stories for an Ignorant Man will have to wait for another horrible person to be parcelled with by the looks of things. That could take some time, since I do not seek out horrible people.
I am very wary of changing Ina’s tone to include erotica, so I think I may be starting another pseudonym for anything stronger than Ina’s current ‘Bedtime wit for Adults.’ The ‘real’ Asher might enjoy some so I will experiment a bit and see what I can do with it.
I also have a couple of other things I need to work on, and I need to earn a living, so there is a lot to do.
On the artwork side, I haven’t been able to work on anything for months now, with the exception of a couple of minutes on the remaining pieces for Boris. This is due to concerns about money mainly.
I have some plans to do some things for this project, and the materials are on the way, although they will probably again not be on this website.
The worry has not been doing me much good, health wise, so I have to put some time into that too.
I have no idea why I am getting further attention from the bank, however I am now going to be finding out how to get in touch with IT and prevent any further misuse of computers. This has gone on long enough.
Going to chat with a gentleman about a possible directorship, so rather happy about that. Book has a good response so far, and Asher seems to be a very popular new character.
It has been a rotten year so far. It would be nice if things got better now.
Please stop them from hitting the website using the bank computers. If you have to block the website from the bank servers, I am more than happy to write to the correct person if that is what is necessary.
SB2 is, however, very welcome to keep staring if he wants via his mobile. It has been more than three months since we last saw each other, so if that makes him happy it is fine. There is nothing further I can do to remedy the situation. Not my fault, I’ve done everything I can possibly do. Hope you’re OK otherwise. Sorry that you and SH chose to be so blisteringly stupid. I do not think any of you really deserve jobs as you are not competent to manage if you treat people like that.
Hoping to have things up and running again next week.
Thanks,
Ina
And at last it is ready!
This title is the answer to Stories for an Ignorant Man, written for Staring Brat 2. They are both free and available anytime from the Books page or any good online store. Click on the pics to be sent through to the distributor.
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I have finally managed to successfully use snapchat, and hope to have similar assistance with instagram soon. I cannot tell you what a mine of useful people I have finally managed to tap. There are several new images, which I may or may not post to the site.
In negotiations with the Mosque at the moment, although I have to say they are very slow responders.
Book going extremely well. I am slightly in love with Asher, which always makes for a better book.
If I was chocolate I literally would eat myself. Especially raw.
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It is not the one I was expecting to write, but there is a new book on the way, which I think will probably not be free to the general public as it is a lot more specialised.
I have finally, after my slow output over the last few years, reached the point where I do not need to put too much time into marketing, so I think it is time to do some more carefully thought-out pieces, and to be honest my new friend is sticking pins in my brain in a surprisingly ordered and pleasant way.
I definitely did the right thing by randomly staggering into him, life has not been very pleasant this year.
So, although he has had some very rough notes preceding the first story, I think he will probably get a series of short stories as a sequel to ‘Stories for an Ignorant Man.’ I was not expecting quite such a kind, intelligent and funny individual when I made my rather offhand comment.
It has made me consider further the issues of blame, shame and respectability that I have previously discussed. I am on the right track, for a change.
I pity the people who went out of their way to damage me this year. They are obviously not happy or nice people, and it doesn’t matter how much money they make or work they procure, nothing will help them become happy or pleasant.
The same can be said for the obsessive old woman who stirs her cauldron whilst looking at the site every day. Nothing can help any of these people. They are toxic, and they will remain toxic until they die, because to heal they would need to see the problem.
I have been very teary today, because I am exhausted. Some things you can’t do anything about. It’s very sad.
So, today I met a pornstar, and I told him he was beautiful.
He liked that, his fans are usually psychotic whinging male dominants and weeping teenagers who are consumed with guilt about their love of having their blood supply replenished via whip or belt.
He is, not surprisingly for my current schtick, Indian.
I have narrowed it down to nice hands, old fashioned English phraseology and body hair. I do love a furry chap. It is a bit like wriggling about with a large and unusually exciting cat.
I have quickly gathered a following of my own, not for porn production I hasten to add, but I had a fascinating chat with a lovely man from Northern England during which I explained a few thoughts which were hitherto not pinned down.
I do have a deviance, but it is linguistic, and my interest in DS is an interest in the audio, rather than a fascination with actual pain, which is OK now and again, but I am not that fussed about delivering or receiving it in comparison with a lot of verbosity.
I am finding this niche quite hard to locate, but it is amusing looking.
I did produce some pseudo-erotica over a decade ago, which was sufficiently far out to attract some unwanted international attention, so I quickly buried it. I am not planning on bringing it back to life, however I do think a lovely short story in honour of the porn star is in order, so I will be taking care of business and freeing up some time for that this week.
I also met a charming naturist, who would like to hang around in the garden naked, so socially things are looking up, so to speak.