Author - “Thank you for agreeing to this interview. It was requested by one of my readers who wanted to know more about you.”

Margaret - “Thank you for inviting me.” She sips a mug of herbal tea as she sits on a field chair in her tent.

Author - “Am I taking you away from your duties?”

Margaret - “Not at the moment. The army and the mages have stabilized the border. Most of those needing healing can be handled by the Junior Healers and the Herbalists.”

Author - “Speaking of Healers and Herbalists, can you explain the differences and the rankings?”

Margaret - “Of course, I forget that you weren’t raised or trained at the Collegium.” The author gives her a slightly confused look, to which she continues, “The Collegium is a system of schools across the land where Healing Arts and Magics are taught.”

Author - “So anyone can learn magic?”

Margaret - She sighs with an expression that is a cross between boredom and irritation from having to answer this question many times in the past. “There are those who are born with the ability to manipulate the mystic energies of the universe. Some of them can use them to create or destroy, and they become Mages. Others are trained to use those same energies to heal and repair or to carefully destroy or purge infection or disease.”

Author - “So it sounds like you can use magic to heal anything.”

Margaret - “We do our best to repair what is damaged. There are times where the body or parts of the body are damaged beyond repair. At that point we heal the surrounding areas as the surgeons do what they can which may include cutting and removing dead tissue.”

Author - “You mentioned Surgeons and Herbalists.”

Margaret - “Yes. These are people without magic powers who have great knowledge of the body’s systems. Surgeons cut, stitch, splint, or otherwise do what they can to repair a damaged body. Herbalists have knowledge of herbs, compounds, medicines, along with exercises that aid in healing.”

Author - “You seem to have great respect for them.”

Margaret - “At a Field Station or a House of Healing, we have to work as a team, each using our specialties in cooperation for the health of the patient.”

Author - “That sounds amazing. Do you do after care?”

Margaret - “After Care like exercises, and other movement regimens to help the patient recover? I oversee the assignment of that to whoever makes the most sense, an herbalist, a junior healer, or even working with a tradesman.”

Author - “Why a tradesman?”

Margaret - Once again she gives the look of someone of is tired of being asked a ‘stupid question’. “If a patient needs to build strength, then it would benefit them and the camp or village to have them work with someone who needs labor. A smith can use someone to help with the bellows, carry metal or coal, or just carry water. If someone needs to work on balance or to recover their ability to walk, we sometimes will have them work with a weaver or a spinner. A craft that requires some movement but not heavy or hard walking until they are improved.”

Author - “That sounds like Occupational Therapy and Physical Therapy on our land.” She gives a slightly confused shrug at the unfamiliar terms. “Tell me more about how you work. You mentioned Senior and Junior Healers.”

Margaret - “Of course. At a Field Station like our, we have three Senior Healers who oversee twelve Junior Healers. The Senior Healers are only used for healing of the most serious or difficult cases. Most of the time we oversee the work of the Junior Healers. We can step in if needed, but we also want the Junior Healers to gain experience.”

Author - After a pause and a review of notes, “What can you tell me about use of the Merge Spell?”

Margaret - She looks down, slowly shaking her head, then takes a sip of her tea. “It was a mistake.” There is a long pause as neither speaks before she finally continues. “You’ve obviously read the official report or you wouldn’t have asked me the question.” She takes another sip of her tea. “Yes a scout came in with two arrows in his chest. One was near a major artery, with a strong chance of killing him.” She sets the mug down and nervously straightens her robe. “The truth is I overreacted. The scout, Kerry, reminded me of my lover Tomas, who I had lost years before, in a similar situation. I used my skills to see where the damage in Kerry was, and when I saw how easily he could bleed out and die, in a moment of fear and desperation used the Merge Spell.” She blushes at the memory of the spell. “To help block the pain, I boosted his feelings of pleasure, which is a normal process, but because I was joined with him, I felt his pleasure and he felt mine. He no longer felt pain, so the surgeon was able to safely remove both arrows. Because I was already linked with Kerry, I used healing energy to repair what was cut, and mend what was broken. Between the use of magic energies and the orgasms, I collapsed.”

Author - “Orgasms? Is that normal for your type of healing?”

Margaret - She once again gives the look like someone has asked something incredibly stupid. “With the human body, an orgasm is a point where pleasure has been fully stimulated and then released. When we use pleasure charms or other pain countering spells, for many patients, orgasms are the result.”

Author - “But you were merged with Kerry? You felt his orgasm as if it was yours?”

Margaret - She straightens herself for a moment. “Yes. We both shared what each other felt. And because I collapsed due to the magic and the healings, we stayed joined for two weeks.”

Author - “So for two weeks you have his thoughts and feelings intrude into yours? How did that work?”

Margaret - “It as painful and confusing. I felt his body heal as if it was my own. I had to, multiple times a day, remind myself that I was my own person and not a joined being.”

Author - “Was that difficult?”

Margaret - “During the day, while I was working, not really. But at night, we both had erotic dreams and fantasies as if we were having sex together. I could feel his hands, mouth, and penis, even though he was across the compound.”

Author - “That must have been confusing.”

Margaret - “We had to use a Separate Spell to end the confusion. It finally broke the link. Our lust for each other was part of the Merge Spell, and when the spell was broken, we went our separate ways.”

Author - “Have you taken a lover since then?”

Margaret - “I think I have given you all the answers that you need for your interview.” She then gets up. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

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I thought I had more. As I have said in other articles and posts. I am not a fan of “cheating stories”, “true confessions”, or “cuckold tales”. I understand the appeal, the risky and forbidden nature of it, or the power dynamic that can be involved.

I’ll probably do a list of “random encounters” soon. What makes those different, is that the characters aren’t married. They aren’t trying to find something that their marriage isn’t providing.

I have to laugh, some of the “couple’s tales” I enjoyed writing the most, which show stressed, working parents, finding time to still have sex with each other in a loving relationship, seem to be the stories that are least popular with my readers. I know what my writing says about me. I have the fantasy that my marriage didn’t fall apart, and that I hadn’t spent decades as a single parent and caregiver. So I write about the fictional couples that I imagine are around me. The coworkers who go home, help make dinner, talk to their kids about schoolwork, run errands, and then end the day, holding their partner in their arms. That is what I find sexy and erotic.

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At a stop light, you scroll through your audio-book list. Your husband had gotten you some “Hot Wife Fantasy” stories, and added them to your queue.

You pick one at random and hit play.

A sultry female voice introduces the book and begins narrating it. She describes how she, Mary, and her husband John, have an open marriage and enjoy spending time with new partners. Then she talks about how they are going on vacation to a resort, a clothing option beach.

“Anything would be better than stuck in this traffic.” You mutter to yourself.

The narrator describes the beach resort, and some of the various guests that the couple encounters as they sign in. As they check in, they see another couple and introduce themselves. You imagine the characters as she describes the tanned couple. The man, Charlie, is young, strong and handsome, and his wife Kate, also tall, and athletic with a tight body. As all of them check in, the husbands talk about meeting later in the Tiki bar.

Traffic is still creeping along as you imagine the beach, the loose summer clothing, and the tanned bodies wearing swimsuits or even less. The narrator describes the drinks, the bar, and how the couples easily chat and decide to head to the hot tub.

“Only in romance novels, do hook ups happen like that.” You say to yourself with a smile. As you traffic starts to move a little faster, you focus more on your driving, but hear the descriptions of the characters as they kiss, caress, and undress each other.

“In the hot tub, John, Mary, Charlie, and Kate, all sit in a circle. Swim suits come off, and then Mary and Kate nod to each other, and switch. Kate moves to John, and Mary moves to Charlie, finally feeling that long thick schlong that he was hiding in his swim trunks.”

“When was the last time I was in a hot tub?” you ask yourself. Wishing your husband was listening to this with you.

“Mary kisses Charlie as she strokes his long, thick veiny cock under the water. It feels thicker than John’s. She whispers in his ear, ‘My place or yours?’ Charlie looks over as John is sucking on Kate’s firm breasts and probably fingering her under the water, based on her stifled moans. ‘Let’s go to mine.’ He says, standing up, grabbing a towel to dry off.”

“Who writes this?” you ask yourself with a chuckle, though you are enjoying it.

The narrator continues on “Inside the room, Charlie kisses Mary, as he caresses her breasts and hardening nipples. She strokes his hard shaft. It feels so good in her hand, she can’t wait to have it in her mouth.”

As you hear the description, you imagine warm lips against yours. A thick cock, larger than your husband’s, in your hand and then putting it to your mouth.

A horn honks and you realize that the traffic light changed from red to green. You focus on driving again, but still the description of sex is more graphic than what you expected.

At the next traffic light, you look down at the book description ‘Romance. Graphic Adult Content. Hot and Steamy story of a couple as they share and swap partners at a resort.’

“I wonder why my husband got this for me. Was it a joke? Or something he wants to share?” you think to yourself as you get closer to home.

“Mary falls to her knees and takes the salami-thick cock to her mouth. The purple head looks so tasty, as she slowly licks around the mushroom shaped tip.”

You feel a tingle of desire as you hear the description. “When I get home, if my husband isn’t there, I’m grabbing my toy.” You say and then bite your lower lip as you hear the description of her sucking the thick, veiny shaft.

You pull into the driveway as you hear Mary riding Charlie’s thick cock as he lies on the bed and pulls her nipples. You park the car, get out and enter the house. You are the first one home. Quickly checking the TV news, it says that traffic is bad in the entire region, and you realize your husband will be stuck in traffic a while, so you turn off the TV and head for the bedroom.

Stripping out of your clothes, you lie on the bed wearing only your bra and panties. You reach into the nightstand and take out your biggest toy and imagine the scene in the room. “She saw him standing there, with his manhood firm and ready.” So you take your purple dildo, with its exaggerated texture and slowly lick it. Imagining it to be the hard cock of Charlie. The purple dildo is bigger than your husband. You rarely use it by yourself. You bought it for those times when you and your husband fantasize about you being fucked by a strange cock, larger and thicker than him. You like the size of your husband, and he never disappoints but sometimes you enjoy the fantasy too.

This is one of those times. You lick the tip, and then the shaft. Thinking about the narration, “His salami was thick and veiny.” Putting it in your mouth, you softly suck it. Your other hand is in your panties, slowly rubbing your damp pussy lips.

You take your toy into your mouth, licking and sucking it like you do your husband. Your fingers tease your pussy the way Charlie teased Mary. Slowly and deliberately.

You suck your toy deeper and thrust a finger inside of your wet cunt. Your pussy is so wet. You take your toy and slowly rub it down your body. Imagining that hard cock moving closer to your hungry cunt.

Sliding off your panties, you rub the tip along your wet lips. You tease yourself like they described in the book. Then you slowly work your toy into you. It feels so good.

You work it in and out, thrusting a little deeper each time. Spreading your legs wider, you take it deeper, moving faster and harder. One hand on the toy and the other rubbing your clit.

You imagine you are Mary as Charlie is penetrating you and filling your cunt. Pinching your nipple, you pull it as you fuck yourself with your toy.

It feels so good. You want so badly to ride it. So, you get on your knees and lower yourself on to it. Closing your eyes, you move up and down as you take it deeper. You rub your clit and pinching a nipple as the shaft fills you.

You are so close to cuming.

Then you feel something warm press against your mouth.

Your husband is home and he holds his hard cock to your lips. “Mmmmmm” you say as lick the tip.

“Yes, keep riding. You look so sexy” he says.

You rub your clit as you lick and suck him.

Pleasure rolls through you. His cock is so hard in your mouth, and you taste his pre-cum. You know he won’t last long. You suck him and stroke his shaft. He cums, faster than you expected. You suck it all.

Then he pulls from your mouth, kisses you, and asks “So, how was your day?”

(I wrote this over a year ago and somehow forgot to publish it here. I hope you enjoy it.)

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You really didn’t have anything planned for the holiday, so you agreed. A letter from the parade committee arrived telling you where you and when you need to be.

So this morning you swept your flatbed trailer clean, cleaned out the bed of the pickup, connected everything, and headed out.

According to the directions, everyone is in the large parking lot of the shopping center at the edge of town. That makes sense, it is a large open area, room for folks to park and set up their floats and then line up on Main Street. Your spot in the parade is #156. Near the back but not at the end.

After you park, you wait for the others. You aren’t really sure who will show up. You don’t remember the Men’s group talking about the Parade. They focused on the Cookout afterwards.

Soon a couple of cars park near you. A few women get out, pulling coolers, bags of ice, and water. “Is the is the truck and trailer, this year?” an older woman asks. You drop the tail gates to both the truck and trailer. “Yes, ma’am it is.”

She puts down her cooler and grabs her cellphone. “Mable, bring the decorations and the sign. Yes, his trailer is perfect.” she says and hangs up. More women show up, some by themselves and others with kids in tow.

“That’s right, the parade was always the responsibility of the Women’s auxiliary.” you think.

You help where you can, but you almost feel like you are in the way. The women quickly tape and tie signs, streamers, and balloons all over the trailer and back of the truck.

You see one of the younger women, a summer blonde, wearing shorts and a halter. “How can I help?” you ask. She smiles at you. “Can you help move the cases of water from the back of my car?” You nod and happily assist. After about 15 minutes, everyone who volunteered arrived and is on either the trailer or the back of the truck.

The older woman who talked to you this morning, shakes your hand. “Hi, I’m Darline. I think we are ready. Do you need anyone inside the truck with you?” You smile back, “No. I know what to do. Let’s go. We are spot #156.” you say and climb in behind the wheel. You drive very slowly to ensure that no one bounces or falls out.

Your spot is not too bad. There is a church choral group singing on a flatbed trailer in front of you, and a kid’s gymnastics team behind you. You look at your watch and you have about 30 minutes until the parade starts. When you were a kid, you hated this.

Some of the ladies are already passing out water to the people at the side of the street.

The sun is bright, and the air is still and hot. You can’t wait to get going.

“Would you like a water?” It’s the blonde. “Thanks, but I thought these were for the spectators.”

“Yes, but we can’t have our driver sweating and becoming a heat casualty, can we?” She smiles broadly as she hands you a cold-water bottle.

You take a sip, and it feels really good. “Thanks, I must have been thirstier than I thought.” you say. “Thank you…”

She extends her hand, “I’m Carrie.” You shake it and smile back. You don’t see a wedding ring, but it is a hot day and maybe she took it off.

A motorcycle goes down the line. “The parade starts in 5 minutes.” the driver calls on a bullhorn.

You start your truck again and hear other vehicles up and down the line get ready. The choir ahead of you is singing a gospel song you don’t recognize, but then again you aren’t a religious person.

Once the parade starts, your job is easy. Keep focused on driving. Keep your speed slow and keep the distance between your truck and the trailer ahead of you, a steady and safe distance.

Aside from the choir in front of you, you hear marching bands; probably from the local schools; sirens from the fire engines and police cars; and cheers from the spectators along the route, cheering and waving to each group as they pass.

“This isn’t too bad. I could do this next year if they need.” you think to yourself.

After driving very slowly for over an hour you arrive at the center of town. The local politicians are all waving as an announcer reads the names of each group as they pass.

You hear your group’s name and cheers erupt from the back and the trailer. You continue following the vehicle ahead of you, until you see the large parking lot where the parade is breaking up.

You park in an empty space. Getting out and stretching your legs for a bit, you watch all of the women climb off. Some are hugging and congratulating each other for another successful year. You see Darline “I’m happy that everyone’s happy but why is everyone so happy?” She smiles broadly. “We handed out all of our flyers and most of the water bottles. The crowd was happy to see us, and we feel appreciated by the community. We should have a successful cookout this afternoon.”

“Okay. I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Can you drive some of us back to the other parking lot? So, we can get our cars. Plus, we need to undecorate your truck and trailer.” She asks.

“Of course. Whenever the road is clear.” She points to a detour sign “Follow that.” Then she turns to the ladies. “Ladies, those of you who need to get your cars, please get back on the trailer. Our gallant driver will return us to the beginning. For those who don’t, we will see you at the cookout.”

In a minute, she bangs on the side of your trailer. “We are loaded and ready.”

You look in the mirror and see a few women sitting down. You hold a “thumbs up” out the window and go. The women cheer. It takes less time to return but you still go slowly. Once you park, they start pulling off signs, streamers, and balloons. Someone has a large trash bag for all of the rubbish. The signs are all stacked and taken by a woman you haven’t met yet. “It must be Mable, who Darline talked to on the phone.” you think to yourself.

“Thank you again.” Darline says, “It is good to see you younger fellows taking part in the organization.”

“Happy to do my part.” you say without thinking.

“See you at the cookout.” she says as she heads to her car.

“Are you going to the cookout?” asks Carrie, who looks to be the last one.

“She really is beautiful” you think to yourself.

“Ah, I really hadn’t thought about it. I’m not really active in the organization.” She stands closer to you, “You really should. At least have a plate of food. Maybe you and I can talk in the shade.” she says with a flirty smile. “See you there.” she says walking away and swaying her hips.

You drive home and drop off the trailer, then head to the organization park.

When you were a kid, your parents would take you to the park to play.

Pulling up into the parking lot you see “Civic Organization Open Cookout! All are welcome!” “How old is that sign?” you ask yourself. “It can’t be the same one I remember as a kid.”

There are a lot of cars. Mostly older models. You hear laughter and music. Kids are running and playing, as you head for the pavilion. You smell the smokey scent of various grilled meats. Grabbing a plate you get in line. The food all looks so good, and you fill up your plate with your favorites.

There is an empty table, so you sit. A few older people look at you and smile. They look familiar but after a while they all do.

“His parents would be so proud of him.” you hear the voice of one of your childhood neighbors say. You look over to see Mr. and Mrs. Jones talking to Darline. You hadn’t seen the Jones’ in a long time. You wave back and take a bite of food.

“Is this seat taken?” You hear Carrie ask.

With your mouth still full you try to stand up and motion for her to sit down, but it doesn’t come off as smooth as you would like. Regardless she smiles and sits.

“It really is nice to see you here. The ladies all appreciate what you did.”

Finally swallowing and clearing your mouth. “It really wasn’t that much. Anyone with a truck and trailer could have done it.” you respond humbly.

“That might be true, but we called around to rent a truck and trailer and that would have been half of our parade budget. We lucked out when the Men’s committee told us they had a member with a truck and trailer. I think we were surprised to see you, being we don’t see you here often.’

“I came because I was asked.” you answer truthfully.

Both of you chat and eat. From time to time some older friends of your parents come by and ask how they are doing. More than one person tells you how happy they are to see you here. You and Carrie continue talking and relaxing. When the live band starts, you both clap and sing along. “Do you dance?” she asks.

“I haven’t in a while.” you answer.

She pulls you on the dance floor during a quick song. You do your best to move in time, but you are out of practice. She smiles and moves closer as the next song is slower. “Can you dance to this one?” she asks.

“I’ll give it my best.” This is easier, as you hold her tightly against your body. She feels warm and comfortable in your arms. It has been a while since you slow danced, and you are getting hard. You try to focus on your feet but her hands in yours feel good and her legs against yours feel so right. The song ends. She kisses you on the cheek and sits down.

As you sit down too, “I thought you might need a moment to sit down and ease some of your excitement.” she says glancing down. “I’m glad you are happy to dance with me, but I don’t think you want everyone to see you aroused.” she continues in a low tone.

You smile back. “I think we have two options. 1, we sit here, and you try to ‘calm me down’ or 2, we go somewhere, where you can make use of it.” You wink.

“I know where to go.” She says as she takes your hand. You go into the building. Most folks have been going in and out primarily to use the toilets and washrooms.

She leads you down a hall with doors marked “Meeting Room”. She takes a key from her pocket and unlocks a door. The room is dark, and she doesn’t flip on the lights, but there is a little light from the window. You see a table, with chairs around it, and along the walls are a couple of couches. She locks the door behind you.

Leading you to one of the couches she strips off her top showing her small firm breasts.

“Show me what you’ve got.” she whispers.

You undo your shorts and drop them on the floor. Your hard cock making a tent in your underwear.

She gets on her knees and pulls your dick free. “I wish I could turn on the lights so I could get a good look at it, but I like how it feels.” she says in a soft voice. She licks the tip and then down the shaft. “You taste good too. But I really want you inside of me.” She stands up, kisses you and pushes you onto the couch.

Stripping off her shorts and panties, she gets on the couch and lowers herself on you. She feels so wet and warm as she guides your hard cock into her. Going down and up, taking more of you each time she goes down, she finally gets all of you inside of her. She rocks back and forth. Her breasts rubbing against your t-shirt. You pull it off, and feel her nipples rub against yours.

She rides you harder and faster, bouncing up and down on the couch. You start to moan, and she puts her hand over your mouth. Nodding you keep your lips together as she rides in slower, longer motions. Her clit rubbing against your trimmed pubic bush.

She bites her lower lip trying to muffle the sound. Then she grips you tightly as she cums.

“I’m not done yet.” you whisper in her ear. She nods and climbs off of you. Before you can do anything, she is sucking you. Her mouth and tongue feel almost better than her pussy. She sucks you deeply as she strokes your shaft. You put your knuckle to your mouth and bite as you cum.

She then stands up and kisses you, putting your cum into your mouth. You’ve never had someone do that. You swallow but are still surprised. “Why did you do that?” you whisper.

“It’s yours. I thought I should give it back to you.” she whispers playfully.

Quickly you get dressed. “Now go to the restroom and wash up. This way, people won’t ask where you were.” She says as she leads you into the hallway.

After taking a few minutes to clean and wash up, you head back to the pavilion. Carrie follows behind you and takes your hand. “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. But I should go home. Maybe I will see you around.” she says as she kisses your cheek.

You watch her walk away. One of your parents’ friends comes up, “I am glad to see you. That is what this organization needs, more of you younger people. Are you going to start being more active?” You look at him and smile. “I think so. If fun times in the organization are like this, then I need to be part of it more often.”

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If you enjoy these, tell me. I had a third story in draft form, but put it away. Maybe I will finish it some day.

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I hope you enjoy this story. I might collect something like “Co-Worker Tales” next.

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This is one of my ‘gay couple’ stories. It is a simple and direct story of two men cooking and enjoying food play. I realize that it isn’t for everyone but I thought it should have more than the dozen or more readers it had.

I understand that Sci-Fi and smut are two categories that people don’t always link, but I have always enjoyed writing my “Space Freighter Libereco” stories. Cookie, the bisexual female cook and cargo master for the ship is one of the characters I enjoyed creating but was apparently not popular for some reason. Or maybe she just missed her audience.

Much like Sci-Fi and smut not normally going together, I also tried Noir and Smut. Ken Cooper, a 1940’s style detective solving mysteries or finding lost people is a character I enjoy writing. His early adventures only got about two dozen readers. Hopefully more will enjoy them.

A simple Couple’s tale inspired by a real radio program on Saturday mornings. A husband and wife have morning sex as they listen to music that helps get them ‘in the mood’. I’m not sure why many readers missed this one.

Here is another Couple’s tale, inspired by real events. Saturday mornings of cleaning up and having music play through the house. My fictional husband and wife are always horny for each other and have to find time to have sex while also dealing with the ordinary stresses of life and family.

Here’s one that doesn’t really make sense to me. ‘The Babysitter’ was well received but the follow-up story of ‘Yoga with the Babysitter’ got less reads. Yes it is a two-part story, and the sex happens in the second part but I still enjoyed writing the set up and build up to the sex.

This was originally a special request story where someone wanted ‘gay cousin sex’. I took what I thought was a ‘okay’ premise and made it more interesting. Two men (one bisexual and open, and the other straight and more conservative) being trapped in a house they both share ownership of during a storm. Even during Pride month, this doesn’t get the reads I expected.

Here was my attempt at mixing Fantasy with Smut, creating a female warrior and scout, who has sex with elves while escorting a trade caravan. I thought the premise with interesting but it didn’t get a lot of readers.

There are eight links to stories or parts of stories that you might have missed. Hopefully you check them out and discover stories that you previously missed.

Maybe next time I will do a “most popular list”.

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I’ve spent the past couple of days editing and working on a polished version of my novella “The Collapsing Tunnel”. I also know that I have subscribers who enjoy my smutty and erotic stories. So I am torn in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

I want to write a smutty pick-up story, but when I do the descriptions leave the modern world and switch to either the fantasy or sci-fi worlds I’ve been working on. The simple answer is “write another sci-fi sex story” or “write some descriptive dwarf on goblin porn”. As many of my readers know, I try to write a variety of styles and genres. But when I also want to write stories that the readers want too. My “Random Encounter” stories always have higher reader rates than my “Couple’s Tales” and are always double or triple the readership of my genre stories.

I could just stop creating erotica. But I feel like that’s ignoring the couple hundred of readers out there who enjoy my work. Realistically am I changing the world with my smutty little stories? No. Writing consensual stories about loving couples or adults who ‘hook up’ are just a tiny segment of the wider erotica and smut community.

In point in time where AI programs are generating smut faster, cheaper, and as detailed as what I create, do I need to still be here? Probably not. But I enjoy it. I enjoy the community. I enjoy the engagement of readers and other writers. This has never been about money. Yes, I’d love to earn a bit for the stories I’ve written. I have over 150 posts on the various platforms and have earned enough for a 12 pack of soda.

But I don’t want to disappoint the readers either. I don’t want to produce slop just to make a schedule. I’ve worked too hard the past couple of years to make interesting and unique stories in a landscape filled “cuckold tales”, “stepping out stories” and “true confessions”, to just quit.

Yes, changes in my personal life have changed a few things and the schedule I had, which was dictated by being a care-giver has been modified. So I’m faced with the broader question that I really want to hear answers from you - my readers, What do you want me to write?

I look forward to your comments (I might have to find the Mishikwe word for “throbbing cock” or the Durask word for “wet cunt”. Mmmm Goblin grunts and dwarf moans and vice versa).

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Tonight, you are at the bar. You are meeting up with the man you have had sex with a few times previously. You are wearing a sexy black lace & satin bra and panty set, with matching garter belt and stockings. These he bought for you last time. Your dress is white cotton. Perfect for the warm weather tonight. And easy access for him.

You light up your cigarette, and enjoy the smoke, as you see him walk in.

He’s still wearing his business coat & tie. “He must have come here straight from work.” You think. Holding the cigarette to your lips, you slowly suck in the smoke. Your lipstick marks are on the tip. It reminds him of your lipstick on his cock when you suck him. You tap the ash into the ashtray.

“Should I order a drink, and dance with you to the music? Or just go to a hotel room?” He asks, removing his sport coat. Under his white shirt you can tell he’s not wearing an undershirt. You can almost see his hairy chest through the light cotton fabric.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the dance floor. The music is fast. You move against his body. As you grind against him, you feel the texture of your lingerie against your skin as you dance. Also as you rub against him, you feel him get hard. Pulling you closer, he kisses you passionately.

The next song is slower. He holds you close, his hands on your lower back as you put your arms around his neck. You kiss him, and press your chest against his. You feel the pressure and texture of the fabric rubbing against your nipples.

His hand grabs your ass firmly, like he doesn’t want this to end. “You are wearing your sexy gift I bought you. I’m glad.” He says in a deep sexy tone.

The song ends and you go back to the bar for your drinks. Sitting on the stool, you raise your dress to show him the tops of your stockings. You feel sexy and naughty.

“Those look so good on you. I knew they would.” He says into your ear. “You look so sexy, I want to fuck you here.” You feel his hand up your dress. You are thankful that everyone is watching either the band or the dance floor. You feel his fingers rub your panties. “Oh, yes, you are getting wet. You like the idea of me fucking you, in front of everyone?”

“But I like this club, and don’t want to get kicked out. Shall we go? Or dance again?” You playfully protest.

He pays for your drinks and you leave. The hotel is nearby so you walk. The evening air feels good. At the hotel, he uses the key to the special corporate suite, used by his company for special clients.

In the elevator, you stand in front of him. He raises the back of your dress, and you feel his cock still inside his pants, press against your exposed ass. “You love when I take you from behind. If there weren’t security cameras. I would fuck you here.” He whispers in your ear.

The doors open to his floor. You go to the room and he unlocks the door. Once the door closes, you kiss his mouth hard.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, but I want to suck your cock, then I want you to lick my pussy until I cum.” You say.

There is a couch in the suite and the king sized bed. You’ve had sex on both previously. “Where do you want to do it?” He asks as he removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Removing his shirt, you have him sit on the sofa. Slowly you remove your dress, doing a striptease to tease him.

You wiggle your hips as you unbutton each button of your dress.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his hard cock.

You slowly slide one side down your shoulder…

And then the other.

As you slowly slide the dress down your body, he licks his fingers and slowly strokes his hardening shaft.

As the dress hits the floor, he’s fully hard.

You sexily walk over. Grab grab his prick… “Do you want a hand with this?” You ask in a seductive voice. He nods and you get on your knees. Licking the tip, you slowly stroke the shaft. You look into his eyes as you suck it. “Whose cock is this?” You ask playfully but firmly as you squeeze it.

“It’s your cock. My wife hates it. She won’t suck it, and only wants missionary sex once a month.” He replies as you continue licking it.

“And what about my pussy?” You ask.

“Your pussy is the tastiest and most beautiful there is. My wife won’t let me lick her. She says oral sex is sinful.” You suck his cock deeply, “Oh God, that feels so good.”

You stand up and he kisses your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You feel his mouth press against your damp lips. He licks up and down. His tongue pressing the satin fabric against your damp cunt. It feels so good.

He slowly slides your panties off and you feel them slide down your legs. Grabbing his head, you press his face against your pussy. “Lick me until I cum.” You command.

You then lie on the couch with your legs spread. You feel his head rub against the tops of your stockings and his warm breath on your pussy. Slowly he licks up and down your exposed cunt.

Up… around…down… and across.

Then he licks between your lips. You enjoy the feeling of his smooth wet tongue on and in you. Grabbing his head again, you hump his mouth in pleasure. He licks deeper and harder. Grabbing your hips as you feel his tongue thrust deeply.

He rubs your clit with his tongue still deep inside of you. Rubbing faster and harder until you cum. His mouth is filled with your juices.

He then moves up to your mouth and kisses you passionately. You taste your pussy on him. “I love just doing oral with you, so much more than straight sex my wife.” He says and hugs you tightly.

“That was just the warm up. Show me how much more you love me.” you tell him in a wicked tone, before moving off the couch to the bedroom.

(This story was one of my early “Only Fans Fantasy Teasers”. That’s part of why it is just oral sex instead of longer story. It is also one of my few “cheating stories”. “You” aren’t the one being unfaithful, “he” is, but still outside of my usual stories. If you want more like this, tell me. If I get enough responses, maybe I’ll create “Stepping out Stories” for you to enjoy. See you next time with a new story.)

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