ABOUT ME:
I was first published in the Los Angeles Times back in elementary. Our teacher tasked us with writing a paper on the gruesome civil war ravaging El Salvador at the time. I remember my father bought several newspapers that day, the black text stamped on the recycled wool pulp page quoting my humble essay and in bold lettering just to the right of my small contribution: Miguel A. Carrillo. I've had a passion for writing ever since.
In high school I composed love letters and poems for the poor sucker who had forgotten a girlfriends birthday or the fella trying to make up for some boneheaded thing he did or didn't do. "Holy shit! It's Valentine's Day?", love letters were the best and a great business model was born: Pickup the slack for the sad sack too absentminded to look after his own best interest. Problem, meet Solution. I made a decent amount of money, teenage boys are an inattentive lot and I was more than willing to help them recover from their fumble. Reasonably priced of course.
Now I'm a self-identified smut peddler looking to move masturbation fodder that explores the complex dynamics I believe dominate men and women. Think of it as socially responsible obscenities fit to butter your muffin or crank out a hardy knuckle shuffle to. As dirty as any of my tales may be, they come with an earnest desire to examine what it means to relate to one another as sexual, romantic and platonic human beings. I'd like to invite you to delight in the debauchery of my cast of miscreants as they tumble through the pages of my work and allow yourself to be seduced by their charm, their engorged desires and their soon to be sullied innocence.