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Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume I: Nymphomania

How My Girlfriend Became an Amateur Internet Porn Star

I don’t know if it was a dream, my vivid imagination, or an actual recollection of something I saw or read one time many years ago. Whatever it was, it stayed with me all these years. As I recall, there was a young couple. They wanted to get into the porn industry together. They wanted to become the next James Deen and Stoya (but this happened way back before they were a thing). They went for their audition, got a contract and. . . the boyfriend then spent much of the next couple of years that they were in the biz watching his girlfriend get laid on camera by hundreds of other porn star guys. She was happy. He was. . . I don’t remember what he was. But I do know that the thought of that couple still makes me excited all these years later.

People often ask, “Why did you start writing a sex blog?” There’s not one easy answer to the question. It’s a combination of a few factors. First, I used to write erotica for my own enjoyment. Then, when I met Lo and we were in somewhat of a long-distance relationship, she would ask me to tell her “bed-time stories” via chat or e-mail. She preferred it when the naughty stories involved her. Once we were together and I realized that that this incredibly high libido is not just her infatuation with me, but her nymphomaniacal tendencies — she not only has a strong sex-drive, but desires sex with so many people — I searched the internet for some advice from other guys involved with similar women. At the time I found nothing. So I decided to combine my erotic storytelling skills with the actual sex life with Lola that I found myself sharing in order to put something out there for other men in similar straits as I.

This was the first blog I ever created and the process was fun. I would write a story, read it aloud to Lo in bed as she lay next to me naked, masturbating and editing at the same time, and then she and I would turn off the computer and enjoy each other. The next morning I would input the text to the blog and add some pictures that I found on the internet.

I remember very vividly the time that I wrote a story about Lo’s masturbating in the passenger seat of the car as I drove and the people in the car next to us watched. I found a photo on the web of a brunette masturbating in the passenger seat of a car. I put it into the blog post. Later that night, when Lo and I were in bed and she took out her phone to read the blog, she turned to me and said, “Why did you use a picture of another woman?”

“Because it fit the story.”

“But the story is about me.”

“I know that.”

“Then use me.”

You want to be in the pictures?”

“Yes.”

“On the internet?”

“Yes.”

“Naked?”

Now she was getting excited and it came across in her voice. “Yesss,” she said, sliding her hands down between her legs.

I pulled out the camera and started photographing her. She was very willing to model. The next day I removed all the photos that didn’t have her in them and replaced them with pics of Lola.

With astonishing speed, the blog became very popular and soon I found that not only do lots of guys think of Lo as the nympho of their dreams, but lots of women as well enjoy the read. We got fan mail from men, women, couples telling us how much they enjoy the stories and Lo’s pictures. I had succeeded in my mission — the blog was providing helpful information for other men in my situation and it also led me to discover the “hotwife” world. It turns out that there are lots of monogamous men out there with wives or girlfriends for whom one partner is simply not enough. I just wasn’t looking in the right places. Within a few months we had a whole on-line community of likeminded men and women — over 20,000 readers and counting!

It seems, though, that some lessons in life take repeating before learning. After I had accumulated enough stories to satisfy the requirements of multiple novel-length books, I decided to compile the first twenty-nine stories into a publication: Match, Cinder & Spark: Nymphomania and the Single Girl. I spent long hours meticulously editing the text and selecting the finest photos of Lo for the hard-copy volume. But when it came to the cover image, I thought a professionally crafted layout would be best — something from stock photography that I could pick up for not too much cost.

When the entire project was done, I proudly displayed the prototype to Lo. She had only one critical comment: “I go on the cover. No one else. Me.”

I put up no argument. In fact, it was quite in keeping with the Lola of the stories. So we went through all the photos I had taken and, finding almost all of them too pornographic, risqué, or simply explicit, Lola hit on an idea — she wanted to have boudoir photos taken professionally by a photographer in a hotel room specifically picked out by Lo for the occasion. Yes. That was perfect! Of the dozens of shots, we both agreed on the one: Lo in her baby-blue panties and my work shirt, one thumb pulling the panties down suggestively.

When it was done, I showed the new cover to Lo. She was pleased. “Let’s fuck!” she said, physically displaying her gratitude for the work of worship I had published as a small tribute of my love for her.

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