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Lola Down

Hi, I’m Lola Down. I’d like to be clear up some confusion. A lot of people think I’m the author of mysexlifewithlola.com. I am not. I am the muse, star, and hotwife to the literary graphomaniac behind the words, HH.

Now that we’ve cleared that up, allow me to welcome you into our world. Here, HH has written a memoir of sorts — or what he pompously calls a ro·man à clef — about, well, you guessed it, his sex-life with me. He is in his 50s and I am in my 20s. We are madly in love with each…

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[A little known fact about H.H., he writes lots of poetry. He has an entire manuscript ready to publish, but he almost never posts the poems. He gave me permission to post this little gem that he gave me as a Valentine’s Day card. Maybe one day I’ll convince him to publish a book of his poems.]

I like your red lips.

I like your curvy hips.

I like your pretty smile.

Your eyes drive me wild.

I like your long brown hair.

I like your seductive stare.

I like your legs spread wide.

You have nothing, nothing to hide.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

As you recall, in honor of Valentine’s Day and to combat pandemic fatigue, we sent complimentary copies of our books to fans far and wide. All we asked in return was a sexy photo with the book in somewhere in the pic and maybe a little story. We got our first story back today from a married gentleman from Canada who used the book as a prop in order to seduce his coworker. Here’s the story in his words.

I had a work training out of town. People from my company came from different cities and were put up in…

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Life is Hard, Good Sex is Harder

His name is Al and he is a sex-addict.

“Hi Al.”

He writes to Lo on the sly. “You are my favorite slut.”

“I’m everyone’s favorite slut,” she quips back.

“I have a sex addiction. My wife keeps me under lock and key.”

“If I were married to you, I would not only allow your sex addiction, I’d be your #1 drug.”

“I have no doubt,” says Al. “But why are you such a slut? What explains it?”

“My man, HH, he is a great guy, but we’re about 30 years apart and I’m a little slutty nympho who drains…

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Red for XXX-mas and Valentine’s Day

[Dear Lovlies, this story was published in the February 2021 issue of Ethical Non-Monogamy Magazine. If you would like to get your free Match, Cinder & Spark book, send us an email at: downloladown@gmail.com]

“Well, Darling, I guess it’s just you and me: Santa and his little sexy elf,” I said to her as she snuggled up to me under my arm on the couch. She was still wearing her sleek red dress and nothing else. We had the fire going (on the T.V. thanks to Netflix).

“It was a nice day,” she said, a touch of melancholy in her…

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Lola’s Idea of a Date

Our first date flopped. Cooped up since March due to COVID, Lo was complaining that she hadn’t been on a date in “forever.”

“What about the brothers? Don’t they count?” I asked, referring to the two boys from across the street who had been making regular house calls to Lo’s bedroom to unload their pent-up pandemic sexual frustration with the help of Lola’s pussy.

“Those aren’t dates, Daddy. Those are booty calls. Pity fucks. Besides, they’re so young and inexperienced that there isn’t even sexual tension buildup. It’s all just ram-and-release.”

“You seem to like it.”

“Oh, I love it…

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Lola as Art

“Glass of water please Daddy” — read the text I had received from Lo.

I got up off the couch where I was distractedly trying to read a tome on Arthur Schopenhauer’s theory on Beauty and the Sublime. I had just arrived at his discussion of “the stimulating” and “the charming.” Of course I began thinking about my little Lo dressed for a night out. I recalled how one night at a bar, responding to an admirer who said she was dressed to kill, she said, “I’m just a sexy brunette in a little black dress and nothing else but…

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Frankie Shaw in SMILF

We watched Boogie Nights up until the scene where the newbie pornstar, Dirk Diggler (Mark Wahlberg) is filmed by the seasoned director, Jack Horner (Burt Reynolds), making love to his wife, Maggie/“Amber Waves” (Julianne Moore). At that point, Lo was too turned on from watching the movie while cock-warming me to continue. We retired into the bedroom where she proceeded to ask me, “I bet you’d like to film me auditioning all those men who want to be pornstars, wouldn’t you Daddy?”

“I thought you were sore?” I asked her, referring to her masturbation marathon earlier in the day.

“Sore…

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Stoya says “Use me.”

Lo and I were in the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch. She was looking at her phone. I sat with my laptop open, reading emails, when suddenly, up popped an email in our shared account. Unlike most of our fan mail, it wasn’t directed to Lo, it was addressed to me. And it had a few photos attached. Sexy photos. Of my female fan.

“What are you looking at?” Lo asked, never one to be unobservant.

“Nothing,” I clumsily lied.

“What do you mean nothing?”

“Just an email,” I said, telling the truth, trying to pass…

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It was late and all through the house not a creature was stirring, only Lo, clicking her mouse.

I was on my side of the bed, facing away from Lo, but I could feel the side of her thigh up against my back and the gentle rocking of the bed. I gave it a minute, or twenty. But when the motions didn’t cease and the moans increased, I rolled over to face her.

She was sitting up in bed, naked, her legs bent at the knees, one of them had been resting against me. Her computer was between her legs…

Lola Down

Just your average nymphomaniac next door. I love fan mail: downloladown@gmail.com

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