Valentine’s Day Pandemic Promotion Fan Mail

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.

Northern Gentleman Selfie with Match, Cinder & Spark

I had a work training out of town.  People from my company came from different cities and were put up in one hotel.  After a full day of training and then dinner in the hotel restaurant, I invited two women and my friend Roy up to my room for a nightcap.  The women were Allie and Nicole.  I’ve had a crush on both of them for a long time and have flirted with them at other conferences like this.

I was so glad when they agreed to come up for a drink.  I knew that I had left your book, Writing Under Cover, out on the nightstand table.  The bottle of scotch was on the same table.  As I reached for the bottle to fill up their glasses, Nicole noticed the book right away.  She was immediately curious and picked it up and began flipping through it.

She asked what it was and I told her about you and HH.

She started reading it and really loved it.

Roy was sitting uncomfortable, probably because he’s older, married, and, I guess, also hard-up.

The two girls were laughing at me and teasing me and started talking about sex.  As Nicole was reading the book, I showed Allie your website.  She was looking at all the pics of you and the guys, probably including me, who send you tribute photos.  Allie was shy and blushing.  Then she and Nicole traded, book for web page.  After seeing some of the more raunchy photos and reading some of the dark and dirty passages, we started talking about anal sex, blow jobs, and girl-on-girl cunnilingus.

Though they called you a slut and other bad names, after a few drinks they were talking about how they would do dirty things to you, which only served to make Roy and me hard.  Roy eventually excused himself and Allie yawned and said it was late, leaving me and Nicole alone with your photos and book.

She said that she didn’t believe you are a true nymphomaniac.  I asked her why she’d say that, and she said that nymphos are not happy, but you seem happy and hot.

But then she made fun of me for bringing the book.  She said I’m a horny dog and sexaholic.

“Guilty as charged,” I said.

It was dark in the room and she has dark hair, is muscular, petite, and mysterious.  She was sitting in a chair next to the bed and picked up the book again and began reading a different chapter.  He tongue ran over her lips and I could see her chest heave with a deep breath.

“Do you like erotica?” I asked.

“I don’t usually read it, but this is good.”

“Which part?”

“I’m reading ‘Beauty & the Beasts.’  I like the ending.

Because I had just read the entire book, I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I wasn’t sure which particular kink it was that heightened her excitement.

I asked her to read it to me.  She did in an incredibly sexy voice.

 

She was still naked in bed.  “Lo,” I said, “Look here.  I took the wrong computer to work today and this is what I found.”  I opened the computer screen and showed her the video.  She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and shook her head denying her guilt.  I hit the “back” button and showed her another video and another.  Though she tried to deny it with her words, I saw that she was getting excited.  I pulled out my leather belt from around my pant waist.  “Lo, turn over.”  She obeyed.  She thrust her little ass in the air.  “This is your last chance.  Admit it.  Admit you were watching those videos last night.”

“Daddy!  I wasn’t!  I swear.”

WHACK!  She got her first spanking.

“Answer truthfully,” I commanded.

“But Daddy, I didn’t.”

WHACK!  She got her second spank.

“The truth, Lo.  The truth.”

“Daddy,” was all she could say before she got her third.  And then she said, “Oh, Daddy, please don’t spank me anymore.  Fuck me.  Fuck me like a dog.  Fuck me like I’m your little bitch and you’re my cur.  Fuck me!”

 

As she read, I approached her in the chair and went to give her a massage on her shoulders.  I started softly touching her neck and hair, softly at first, then strongly.  I was slowly dominating her.

She read the whole passage.  She put the book down and let me reach down, touching her breasts, squeezing, pinching, pulling, twisting her nipples.  I could begin to smell her excitement.  Her skin was getting moist with sweat.  Her chest was heaving.  She was moaning.  And then she did it.  She offered herself to me.  She pleaded.  “Take me,” she almost whimpered.

But I made her wait in tense anticipation.  I told her, “Imagine Lola here with us. She’s in the other seat.  Her legs open.  Shirt off and bare breasts.  She is licking her lips and teeth. Massaging her thighs.”

My voice lowered another notch.  I leaned in to whisper in her ear.  I commanded her to keep her eyes closed and forget where she is and allow her mind to go back into the book with you.  She closed her eyes and opened her legs.  She melted as I stood behind her.  I said, “I need you to do something for me.  Understood?”

She repeated my word in agreement, “Understood.”

In that one word, she communicated that she was offering herself to me – mind, body, and soul.

When I kick into dominant mode, my voice tone lowers and my speech slows down.  She knew how to get me into dom zone.  She is usually a very strong and independent person, but she suddenly became bashful and weak.  Her cheeks and chest were blushing.  She asked for permission to stay.  She put the closed book between her legs and pressed her thighs together.

She confessed that she had never been with another girl, but that she’d definitely go for you.  She said she loved your character.  I said, “She’s no character.  She’s real.  She did all of that nasty, dirty stuff.  I know.”

“You want me to be dirty?” she asked.  Her tone indicated she was praying to have me say Yes.

I walked around the front of the chair and looked at her deeply in her eyes.

“Is it warm in here?” she asked as she removed her top.

I was sitting on the bed in front of her and I told her to put her hands down her pants and get off.

Her small, perky tits reminded me that she is half my age.  I was rock hard looking at that gorgeous angel sitting before me, masturbating to my command.  But, before she came, I told her to stop.  She looked up, confused.  I asked her to go to her room and continue masturbating, edging, and to text me when she couldn’t take it anymore.

She stood up.  I put the book in her hands and told her I read it all already and I want her to have it.  I told her to walk to her room without putting her top back on.

She obeyed.

About a half hour later I got a text saying she is getting crazy and needs to cum.

I called her back and talked her through a powerful orgasm.

 

There you have it, our first Valentine’s Day Pandemic Promotion fan mail.

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