I am but a humble chronicler of my tails. Well, tales, if you must. Just a romance writer. Sensitive, most true, but bold sometimes when in the face of a beautiful reader. At that moment, I am emboldened to be extremely, shockingly, totally, unabashedly beyond sex, beyond passion, beyond savage. Raw. Primitive lust compels me, insists I advise that you get ready to cum, cum again, and then cum more.  My offerings to you, true, are explicit stories of sexual experiences that transcend to spiritual awakening. Inspired by your eyes upon my glyphs, I find myself combining the carnal with the spiritual to take you to a land we all must dwell. 

If you are not comfortable with such tantra, such explicit sexual accounts, please, I beg you, click away. 

If you love what you read, my offering, please, reach out, send me a star, or send a message scrolling if only a mere comment to lift my spirit higher than I could dream. Only when you offer such kindness can you find your place of hopes and dreams. I beg, give me the stars, the stater this poor beggar pleads for. It takes so little to make stars shine my way. Yes, in doing you so reveal all your kindness. I am looking for such inspiration to write of. Can you go beyond the limits of my adventures, the ones I chronicle here? Lead all of us here into such passion? I hope so, for then we can go higher than we have ever been.

My mere words seek only to have you quivering with desire for more, and lit by stars, you will be rewarded and find your servant. I await. Please, become a star, shine the way to find me, here. Be with me. The One, Bold As Love. The One You Read. - Terry Ulick