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I’m a writer. Like every writer, I crave being read. But more than that, I’m an writer of erotica and I crave women. . . to read my writings.
I love it! I love it even more when women physically enjoy what I write.
And I’m ecstatic when I receive a reply from my women readers telling me how they loved what I wrote. (Hint, hint.)
Lola is one such woman; a woman who I truly respect and admire. She’s one of my most beloved followers.
Recently, I wrote about my desires as an erotic writer. I wanted readers — men and women — to react with excitement to my articles. I wanted them to imagine me and enjoy me.
And Lola did it. We discussed our experiences and life’s adventures (and misadventures xD). I knew there was something special in her.
I loved how open she was with me. How cool she was in discussing everything with me. We both just felt it. We both wished to know more about each other.
And one day she did the unthinkable.
A little bit backstory: I wrote an article on how to send a dick pic. She read it. She loved it. She sent me one.
As I was about to open it, I had this gush of blood in my body. I wanted it more than my boyfriend’s dick pic. Sorry, boy! xD