sexy time.

I decided to google myself today.

Mmm - sounds dirty, no? ; )

You know what IS dirty? The search results.

I found the typical stuff – me dean’s-listing at King’s, me interning through King’s, my Weekender stories, listing as editor-in-chief of The Crown. But then I found something that made me blush, from the round of my cheeks right down to my pinky toes shoved in my heels. I can’t believe I’m going to admit this.

As many people know, I love Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Well, there’s this little thing called fanfic (if you’re a nerd like me I can hear you snickering already) and then there’s another little thing called smutfic (and now you’re full-blown laughing).

Fanfic is when fans of a certain…fandom, if you will, write stories based upon the characters or even characters of their own creation. Well, once upon a time, I wrote fanfic. A lot. I even had an author name I wrote under and other authors I canoodled with via internet and message boards.

I enjoyed it. It was solid writing that kept me creating and editing. Each piece was a work of art for me. I wish I could get back to those days (and plan to soon – hello, Heroes!).

But I wrote a piece of smut. And that’s all I’m going to tell you because I don’t want anyone searching it. It was hot and heavy and it made me blush while I was reading it.

It also made me say, “DAMN, girl – you were good.”

I kind of want to write some more. :x