Message from: john (I started to post his e-mail but decided not to)
He wrote the following which he pulled from chapter two:
”He began finger-fucking me from behind. I moaned
loud as I reached a climax and the cock of man I
was sucking (I mean Peter) got hard. try to get
and editor to check your grammer and you need to
figure out which character your talking about in
the story you say that Peter was out cold on the
bed then when Harriet shows the tape to the woman
the tape says Peter is having sex while Gary is
fucking her is Peter asleep or is Gary will you
make up your mind please.”
Here is what I wrote back to him, “You know I went back to correct that and when I read what you had it looked so wrong like I was all mixed up. THEN I went to the story and looked to “fix” it when I discovered that it was very clear whom I was describing and what was going on. So this is what I did. And I did it just for people like you that feel you have to pick apart our stories.
It was NOT confusing, but as I said I did clarify who “He” was (Gary) and that while Peter (my sedated husband) was physically reacting to stimuli.
Look I am not perfect and I get upset when people like you pick my stories apart, if I “confuse” you so much, just do not read my stories. If you think by doing things like this is going to change me or make me a better writer so you and others like you can read a better written story, you are not. In the past people like you got me so down I stopped writing all together.
I do not want to mislead or confuse, but in the case you pointed out, if you read what I wrote you can see (that is if you want to see it) who is who and what is being done.
Shit the more I wrote you the madder I am getting. Do me a favor, just do not read my poorly written stories, you AND I will feel much better.
You ask why I stopped writing, well now you see what stopped me.
Well Peggy’s Surprise is posted, how on earth did I not post those last two chapters? Oh well I also found my Seven Chapter story “My Bus Trip” I wrote years ago that I never posted as well. I have to get it off to my editor right away so you baby’s can read it and enjoy yourselves as you read my mind.
I am having fun again writing my stories; I am trying to get caught up finishing my un-finished stories. I have found three I need to finish off and one that I finished years ago but for some reason never had them checked (edited) so I can post them. Hmm maybe I did have them edited and just forgot to post them. I guess I have some research to do today.
The thing is, when I get lots and lots of sex, I get horny and horny. I have so damn much energy I can’t stop thinking and of course that means I can’t stop thinking of sex, lots and lots of good old nasty mind blowing sex.
Oh yea I just finished almost a two hour bout with the boys, they all went back to work, but I am hot as hell right now. So I’ll do my better writing before the lunch crowd gets here.
Critics, I guess if I am to play in this media I will have them. What I do not get is who in the hell they think they are. Look if I were to be writing for payment of some sort, or even if I wrote for a publisher, (yea like who would publish my dirty thoughts!) I understand the e-mails when I began writing telling me I needed spell check, and how I would use the correct sounding word but spelled it wrong, (there for their and such) but to write and tell me I need more Ohhhhh and Ahhhhh’s to stretch out the feelings makes me boil. I write my stories as if I am writing my closest friend telling him/her things that I did, and doing it in a way I know will turn him/her on.
To tell me I need to draw out the sex or to write about things that they want me to write about Grrrrrrr make me mad. If they want to take the time to write me out pages of some story line they want me to write, why in the hell don’t they just write it them selves? Then, I do a very dumb thing, I write back to them telling them I write my way. Why didn’t I just hit the delete button? Do I really think I would get some sort of positive response? Apparently I am not anywhere as smart as I thought I was. I will not allow any man to make me into anything I do not wish to happen and yet I will sit here and read others thoughts on how I should write? I should turn off my e-mail response but I do enjoy receiving my fan’s mail. I get so many people telling me how I have helped them. How some woman have been able to identify with me and men, Oh My God the men I help have sex with me, yes me, they masturbate with me in their minds making love to them doing things I love doing for them. I would miss them all if I turned off my e-mail. I have to just make sure I begin using my delete button more and to stop writing back to people like that. Hmmmmm I feel a little better now, nothing like letting out a little steam.
I have to get this off my chest, when I post a story it seems as if very strange people come out and just have to tell me what they want me to write or where they want the story to go. How I should have this happen or that happen. The people who like bondage want me to get into that stuff, then there are those that want me to write about lesbian stuff. I can’t write about having sex with a dog and post it on Lit erotica I can only post it at Stories on line. Then I have the people who read about how I learned sex with my brother and they think I am into incest. I HATE incest. I think it is wrong. Did I feel that way when Bill and I learned about sex? No of course not. I think we did what a lot of other kids do, they experiment. Bill and I just did it way more than most kids. I get e-mail asking me if we still do it. Bill and I have a wonderful relationship and I love his wife and children. Bill is all man and loves his family. When I visit we go out and we do some real kinky stuff, but I will not and he will not do anything to jeopardize his family. I am not about to write about fucking horses or any other animal. Look I know I am different than almost all other women, I get that, but even I draw the fucking lines. I do not have sex with children. I do not condone incest between an adult and child. And if I ever could get the chance to be with some sorry ass sick son-of-a-bitch who hurts a child. I would love to cut his fucking dick right off, and then stuff it in his fucking mouth. (a girl can dream can’t she?) All the stuff I do is for pleasure, pleasure between adults, I do a service for all my boyfriends. I know everyone of their wives and they know me. I know what they will and will not do for their husbands, I just will do anything they won’t or do not care to. They have no idea how happy I keep all of their husbands. I have been doing it now for almost 15 years and I will for many more years to come. I do not understand why people can not just read my nasty filthy thought, get turned on, do something about it (jerk off or go have sex with a lover) and then just move on to the next story.
I have to tell you, that sometimes these people are the reason I do not submit stories. I have never stopped writing my stories, I just hate the crap that comes when I post them. Please do not get me wrong, I do get a lot of atta girl’s and positive stuff, but those sicko’s just make me boil with anger and I hate to be angry about anything what so ever. Oh well I think I let out enough steam for now. I wonder what kind of response this is going to bring?