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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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Al’s Wife’s Dirty Panties

“Lo, you should be more careful about what you say.”

“I know. I had no idea he’d go through with it.”

“He is an admitted sex addict. What did you think would happen?”

This is the conversation that transpired between Lo and me after she received a photo set from her friend Al.

Al, middle aged, married, man-about-town, and confessed, convicted, and constantly surveilled sex addict, has discovered one outlet for all his pent-up concupiscence: Lola.

They chat on a regular basis and he loves to penetrate her dark and dirty mind, probing its depths, plumbing its recesses, and discovering…

Dear Lindsay,

Thank you for bringing my attention to this! I couldn't agree with you more. In fact, a while ago I published this: https://downloladown.medium.com/asking-for-a-friend-a111cc3fe1e3

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Get your “Match, Cinder & Spark” book today!

Dear Readers,

As you probably have figured out, every time I hit a milestone of another 1000 followers on Medium, I post a shout-out to people I love to read who have fewer than 1000 followers themselves. Recently I hit a mind-blowing 7000 subscribers to my Medium account!!! I remember when first starting out, I looked on in awe and envy as MyErotica had over 7000 followers. Luckily for me, Rose at MyErotica chose to publish a few of the stories (note, not written by me, written about me by my man, HH). That’s really how I got, um, exposure…

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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…

Lola Down

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

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