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…
[The following story, which took place a few years ago, was published in the March edition of ENM Magazine — Ethical Non-Monogamy. Unfortunately, despite heroic efforts by its publisher, this month is the last month of its short existence.]
Saint Patrick’s Day in Chicago, where the river runs green and the jazz of a bygone era still swings. Lo and I had gone there for Lily and Jim’s wedding. It was an extravagant affair. All the quaint rituals and odd practices of the public betrothal symbolizing holy monotony. I mean monogamy. I mean matrimony. Sorry, I struggle to find the…
“When are you going to publish something new?” asked Lola.
“For a nympho going through a dry patch, you sure have kept me busy with new material,” I responded.
“Dry patch! That’s the worst sort of insult you can levy at a nympho.”
“Well, I mean, you keep complaining that COVID is impeding your libido, but you have me wearing my fingers to the bone typing about you and MILF Meri, you and the brothers, you and your internet fans, you and your new dates, you and. . .”
“Don’t forget me and myself and I.”
“Your favorite three-some!”
“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.
They chat on a regular basis and he loves to penetrate her dark and dirty mind, probing its depths, plumbing its recesses, and discovering…
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
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…
[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.
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…
His name is Al and he is a sex-addict.
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…
[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: email@example.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…