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Tatter Jack - Amazon

Tatter's an ol' Irish word meanin' 'father of the clan' . Well, that ain't me. I'm just ol' TatterJack. I been walkin' these hills, tellin' my tales, since they was bloody mountains. I been doin' it so bloody long, there's some as tells tales about me even. Like how if you stand with your back to a mirror, an' says my name, an' says it three times forwards an' one time back, an' three times back an' one time front, how I'll come. An' they'll say all sorts of things what happen next. But it's all rubbish. 'Cos first, I don't come when I'se bloody called, not to no-one. An' second, I don't rip out your innards to make my stew neither. Well, not very often.

But if ye find me on the Road, we can sit us down, an' we can set us a fire, an' I'll tell ye a tale if ye've a mind to hear it. An' if it's a cold night, then mebbee it'll be one wi' some fire in it, to keep you warm when you're far from home.

So this is me. Tatter Jack - writer of erotica. At least, it is when I'm not being someone else. Not because I have any issues with what Tatters writes. But just like you don't keep your shoes in the refrigerator and your ice cream in the shoe cupboard (well, unless you do, in which case I'm never coming over for ice cream ), I keep what Tatters does separate from other things I do. And my shoes stay warmer too, not being in the fridge and all. Still, yes I'd like to heat you up. But not just that. Because while the heat's rising, I'd like to make you smile as well. Or maybe even cry.

So welcome to TatterJack-ery - cum on in. It's cold out. Shall we warm things up?

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