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I'm a very good writer. Really I am. I can make anyone wet or hard. All my fans say so. You should see the emails I get. "Love your work!", "Your the best!", "I came FOUR times!!!".
Those are real. I didn't make them up. I can write erotica with the best of them, and my fans say so. Actually, that's not true. I'm not very good at writing romance. Nope! Not at all. Suck actually. Should have said BDSM. Yes, that's what I write well. Just like my fans say I do.
You know what BDSM stands for don't you? Bondage Dominance etc...
Well that's not entirely true. I don't write much about bondage. Never cared for the thing. Nope. Not that kind of a girl. No, I go more for the mental angle. Humiliation games, mental mind tricks. The thinking woman's porn. The kind that makes you wet without even touching yourself. Guess what? Its what my fans all tell me!
So like I'm trying to say, I'm pretty good at writing humiliation stories. The boss fringing herself off for the office staff, mothers submitting to their bratty daughters, and women generally shamed and self degraded just for the hell of it. Did I mention I'm a closet lesbian? Not lipstick, but a lez none the less. Could you IMAGINE if my mother found out??? My girlfriend likes to joke that she'd reveal my dirty little secret, but I would just DIE.
Anyways, as I was saying, I write good humiliation stories. All my fans say I do...
I'm sorry, that's another lie. I do that a lot don't I? Its not true that all my fans love my work. Most do, but there are a few that kinda... think I'm stupid. That's what they tell me, honest. That I'm a "dumb freak'en bimbo". Pathetic I know. Who emails an author who slaves away for weeks at a time writing a story, and the only thing they've got to say is that my fingers are more useful up my ass than on the keyboard?
And it has little to do with the content of my stories. They call me dumb because I... have issues... with spelling. SO FUCKING WHAT if I don't use a freak'en spell checker every time I fire off a hot sexy story? You mean to tell me people highlight my words as they jack themselves off, just so they can point it out like assholes in their emails???
And yes I did get a college degree, but...
Fine, so I'm not very good spelling. Ok, no biggy. I can get the hint. Fans complain I listen. So my very next story I use a spell checker right. Cant be to hard. Run the word document through the wringer and clean up the numerous misplaced nouns and verbs.
And what's the thanks I get? "Your such a fantastic writer!", "You make my cock hard like hell", My pussy was abuzz with your words", "You cant spell worth shit!".
I honestly do feel like shit when I read those awful emails. Didn't they see I tried? Didn't they see my good natured attempts at fixing up my mess of a story?
I sit there squirming in my seat as I read those harsh critical emails, rubbing my thighs against my puss. Its tough to get through all of them without touching myself. I cant help it. All those condescending words. I AM NOT DUMB! Even if my fans say so.
So I sit down a week later and begin my new story. Good stuff this one is. A girl gets caught staring in the showers at school and all the other girls make sooooo much fun of her. Great humiliation themes going on there. Did I mention I'm a great humiliation author? I did? Opps I forgot.
Ok, so the second I type THE END, I immediately run it through the spell checker twice! THEN I go over the whole thing, changing words like: "too and two", "come to cum", "saddle to paddle". Those are all honest mistakes. Any fast paced author can mess up words like that as they write hot juicy fiction? I'm not really dumb. Just wait until they see my latest story! A perfect piece of work. This time I surely wont get vulgar emails telling me to take my sex stories back to my elementary school teacher to have them proof read. Nope! They'll only have good things to say about me! I'm a Smart Writer! That's what all my fans will say!
Four days later I'm crying in front of my computer. I don't think I've seen so many condemning emails. Seems almost as much as the friendly ones. It simply cant be! How could they find anything wrong with it? I worked so hard! I'm supposed to be smart. That's what all my fans are supposed to say!
I sit there crying and sniveling as I read each harassing email, my fingers buried in my panties, fringing my steaming sex. I don't know why I'm skipping all the applauding emails. Emails of praise and congratulations for all my hard work. Nope! I'm pathetically sitting there playing with myself as I read all about how dumb I am. That's what my fans say, did I mention that?
I'm about to cum when I reach one particularly nasty email. This woman writing is vicious. Downright mean. She dissected each sentence piece by piece. Totally ripping me apart. I had no idea you could analyze a sentence in so many ways.
"... and I simply don't understand how you even get up in the morning knowing what a waste of time you are when you write your stories. I cant even 'try' to get into the fantasy with all these pitiful mistakes. Since when do girls touch their 'punts'? Honey, its spelled Cunt not Punt! Maybe if you didn't type with one hand buried in said cunt you could focus that sad excuse for a brain. Its painfully clear your either too dumb to proof read the thing yourself, or too embarrassed to ask someone else to read it for you!"
"Fuck you! I'M NOT DUMB!", I whine at the computer as my puffed pussy spasms, spraying my flickering fingers with my juices. "I'm not dumb!" I say again, with a tiny whimper.
For the next few days, all I can do is re-read that letter, and cum again and again. The parts I told you weren't even the half of it. This woman ripped my story apart. She might as well have thrown me over her lap and spanked my uneducated ass for being so incredibly inept. Not that I am, but my fans seem to say so.
I don't know why I emailed her back soon after that, begging her to please help me proof read my stories. Hoping she'd take my hand and guide me like a parent to a child. Why did I care so much what she thought of me? So what if she thought I was dumb? I'm not writing to impress people with my grammatical skills. I write to get them off!
But I do care. I don't want people to think of me as the stupid little author. I don't want them to say nasty things about me.
I wait near the computer for hours after I send off the email until a response finally comes in. I open it with baited breath. After several paragraphs of more verbal demeaning, which I rub my thighs together reading, she finally gets to the point:
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