The boy who stole my heart
Writer's block is no laughing matter. When it hits me, it could take months to beat it. I've been off this site a long time. After this post, I plan to pump out an erotic story. But first, I need to get sentimental. I made so many good friends on xhamster. I love some of the people that I've met. Something changed around six months ago. This girl fell in love. Not the kind of love between friends. I got slammed with real love. Dusty in london found me one day. We laughed about it the other night. He wrote me a simple greeting and I responded with a copy and paste message.
At any point, I have at least one hundred messages that only say 'hello.' Sometimes I copy and paste something like 'it's nice to meet you. How are you tonight?' over and over. Following my bitch move of a copy and paste reply, he wrote me a beautiful letter. He felt more comfortable swapping emails. I think our relationship began when he went on a vacation. He found a tiny bar with wifi and sent me a letter that I will never forget. I am a writer. In order to love a man I must love the letters he writes me.
We tend to chat each day with written messages. He is shy and introverted. But he has the best sense of humor. I learned that he can be sarcastic and blunt. I've grown to adore those traits in his personality. I like to tease him. He has an evil bitch boss. I keep telling him she is a dominatrix. He tells me her body is like a mannequin with no sex organs. He thinks of her two c***dren as immaculate conceptions. I like fucking with him. A few days ago I told him his boss was sucking the unwashed cock of an obese truck driver in the men's bathroom at mcdonald's. He reacted in horror. Then I said 'Your boss has her face plastered against the piss zone of a urinal covered in pubic hair. She's getting her ass drilled. and she loves it.' I show my love in funny ways.
Nothing about our relationship has changed. But, I did decide to come back to xhamster. I missed chatting with friends. I missed writing a blog. We hit a rough patch. He knows what a sexual place xhamster was designed to be. I enjoy writing erotica. I'm in love with a boy I can't touch. He seems to accept that I've returned to xhamster. He could ditch me for being sexual. I have to risk it.
Writing erotica matters to me. Sometimes I will weave fast-paced sex stories for a man I'm chatting with. I have so much fun doing it. I told a pretty good story last night. I want to write it again. Before, I launch into a graphic sex scene, I want to thank the man who loves me, for letting me write it. I'm not the kind of girl that obeys rules. I usually don't let a man influence the decisions I make. But I love him for giving me the freedom to be sexual. When I write an erotic scene, I get so turned on it's surreal.
I have to thank littlewanker. Dusty knows all about littlewanker. Early on I insisted that littlewanker gets a free pass to be sexual with me. He has been with me since the beginning. He tried to be my master. He insisted I change my status to 'all my holes are open. but my asshole belongs to littlewanker.' He disowned my asshole because I'm an unruly slave. He asked me to switch roles. I love being his internet dominatrix. We had our first sex chat after months a few nights ago.
I asked where he wanted our encounter to take place. I giggled when he said 'a shopping mall.' I planned to take him in a dressing room. He requested the food court. I wrote a damn good scene. But dusty might be petrified to know I describe getting my asshole fucked in a foot court. I say it was some damn sexy writing. As I write this first sex story it will not be about making love. I write about fucking. I hope when I finish your dick is pretty damn hard. At the same time, the only dick I plan to have inside me belongs to one man in London. He means the world to me.
At any point, I have at least one hundred messages that only say 'hello.' Sometimes I copy and paste something like 'it's nice to meet you. How are you tonight?' over and over. Following my bitch move of a copy and paste reply, he wrote me a beautiful letter. He felt more comfortable swapping emails. I think our relationship began when he went on a vacation. He found a tiny bar with wifi and sent me a letter that I will never forget. I am a writer. In order to love a man I must love the letters he writes me.
We tend to chat each day with written messages. He is shy and introverted. But he has the best sense of humor. I learned that he can be sarcastic and blunt. I've grown to adore those traits in his personality. I like to tease him. He has an evil bitch boss. I keep telling him she is a dominatrix. He tells me her body is like a mannequin with no sex organs. He thinks of her two c***dren as immaculate conceptions. I like fucking with him. A few days ago I told him his boss was sucking the unwashed cock of an obese truck driver in the men's bathroom at mcdonald's. He reacted in horror. Then I said 'Your boss has her face plastered against the piss zone of a urinal covered in pubic hair. She's getting her ass drilled. and she loves it.' I show my love in funny ways.
Nothing about our relationship has changed. But, I did decide to come back to xhamster. I missed chatting with friends. I missed writing a blog. We hit a rough patch. He knows what a sexual place xhamster was designed to be. I enjoy writing erotica. I'm in love with a boy I can't touch. He seems to accept that I've returned to xhamster. He could ditch me for being sexual. I have to risk it.
Writing erotica matters to me. Sometimes I will weave fast-paced sex stories for a man I'm chatting with. I have so much fun doing it. I told a pretty good story last night. I want to write it again. Before, I launch into a graphic sex scene, I want to thank the man who loves me, for letting me write it. I'm not the kind of girl that obeys rules. I usually don't let a man influence the decisions I make. But I love him for giving me the freedom to be sexual. When I write an erotic scene, I get so turned on it's surreal.
I have to thank littlewanker. Dusty knows all about littlewanker. Early on I insisted that littlewanker gets a free pass to be sexual with me. He has been with me since the beginning. He tried to be my master. He insisted I change my status to 'all my holes are open. but my asshole belongs to littlewanker.' He disowned my asshole because I'm an unruly slave. He asked me to switch roles. I love being his internet dominatrix. We had our first sex chat after months a few nights ago.
I asked where he wanted our encounter to take place. I giggled when he said 'a shopping mall.' I planned to take him in a dressing room. He requested the food court. I wrote a damn good scene. But dusty might be petrified to know I describe getting my asshole fucked in a foot court. I say it was some damn sexy writing. As I write this first sex story it will not be about making love. I write about fucking. I hope when I finish your dick is pretty damn hard. At the same time, the only dick I plan to have inside me belongs to one man in London. He means the world to me.
11年前
