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It was at one such club that I first teamed up with Grant and Martin - more of whom later - to shaft some sexy, unpaid whore halfway to oblivion. I'd received enthusiastic reviews from horny punters, male and female, but to know that some girl out there was getting off on my filth to this extent made my cock rigid with excitement as I sat at my computer.
Yes, those cock-crazed sex-party bitches are a whole other type of fun. So of course I mailed her right back, thanking her and asking exactly what it was that she liked about my stuff. Wow, Jake, it was really sweet of you to write back!
You see I finally got tired of just writing pornographic fantasy, letting these fictional guys do all the screwing for me. Okay, I'm educated, yes I've had a white collar job all my working life, but Emily I've also got a huge, hard dick that takes a whole lot of satisfying. So when I settled in London I went out amongst the city's girls and started fucking my share.
Her figure was slender and supple, her respectable, black bikini failing to disguise how big and protruding her tits were in relation to her modest frame.
But none of it - Hi Jake - I just want to tell you how much I love your stories. There are passages I keep reading over and over again - I swear they keep me awake at night. It's so good to hear from the man behind all those wicked stories! And as for the story where the older man takes the teenager back to his house and fucks her all night - I was so jealous of her. X So you see, Emily, you're not the only freak out there. I pumped out a thick, hot batch from my hard cock soon as read it.
Your writing is just so dirty and so bad it makes me touch myself thinking about it. I love all your writing, but especially when it includes those bad, heartless men taking complete advantage of women. Like when the secretary gets done in the office by her boss, or the girl gets gang-banged at the party. I've come so many times reading that I can't tell you! My writing was 'dirty', 'wicked', 'naughty' and 'bad'.
The personal detail that accompanied the photo soon had me shooting off a hot sac-ful in a fit of fierce ecstasy...
Holly Greenfield was an English Literature graduate, who was now working part-time in a library, while studying for her Masters Diploma.
I had a huge crush on him, he was funny and sweet and really clever, but the more we met up that summer, the more this other side to him came out, this wild, animal side nobody knew about.