Lawrence thought his life was destined to be small: bad dates, awkward silences, and forums full of terrible advice shouted by avatars of wolves and swords. Then one night a scratching at the door announced something stranger. A cat in a tuxedo walked into his apartment, demanded to be called Ambassador Whiskers, and informed him that his education was about to begin.
This isn’t your typical romance, and it’s definitely not your typical erotica. Ambassador Whiskers’ Curriculum of Desire is an absurdist erotic tale—equal parts heat and humor, with pratfalls, philosophy, and a smug feline who insists that humiliation, risk, surrender, and connection are the only lessons worth learning. Poor Lawrence has no choice but to stumble forward, often literally.
Chapter 1 is just the threshold: the collapse of his old life and the faint scratching sound of a new one beginning. What follows is lusty, ridiculous, sometimes tender, sometimes sharp—and always watched by a cat who knows too much.
I’ve always loved writing in the overlap where laughter and lust collide, where the absurd doesn’t undercut desire but sharpens it into something memorable. If that sounds like your flavor, give this one a try.
Ambassador Whiskers thanks you for your attention. Comments are considered a form of tribute.
- Eric