If you’re reading this blog, then you may already know that I’ve written a number of sexy stories (and novels) that I’m selling online. You may have even read some of them. And it’s possible that you actually have enjoyed my work. You might have imagined yourself actually IN one (or more, you dirty devil, you!) of my stories!
Well, I’ve got news for you!
I am more than willing to write YOU into one of my stories!!
How?
Well, you could be my long-suffering editor. He’s the man of a thousand names. I just call him Figgy.
I wrote him into a recent series of mine (“The Sex Convention” that will be available for download VERY soon!) and it went a little something like this…
Well, actually, let me explain the setup a bit.
My editor likes it when I push boundaries with my writing. I get a kick out of doing that, too, so this works out really well! Anyway, the convention stories involve fictional characters written by real people who all go to a fictional sex convention for a weekend and get involved with all kinds of crazy situations. And the characters are aware that they are fictional. Of course, I had to play with that even more.
So, my fictional character, Cynthia, hooks up with the fictionalized real person, Figgy, in a fictional scene where they are in bed together. Cynthia, who has been writing the sexy stories (even though she wasn’t, it was me, Real Life Freya), is now handing the reins over to Figgy so that he can write the fictional sex scene between them (that is totally real to the two of them).
Confused, yet?
Now, let’s take a quick peek at what I write… I mean that Cynthia wrote… I mean Figgy… Whatever!
“Alright. So, how are we gonna do this, Fig?” Cynthia asked, getting herself situated in the bed.
Feeling a little shy, Figgy turned off the bedside lamp before he pulled his T-shirt off and slipped out of his striped boxers. “I don’t know,” he mumbled as he climbed into the bed next to Cynthia, the girl of his storiesonline dreams. “Whatever you want.”
“This is your story. You can do whatever you want to do.”
Figgy hemmed and hawed a bit until Cynthia finally drew the line. “Look. We all write our own stories. And this is your story, Fig. Write it however you want.”
“I’m not much of a writer, Cynthia. Why don’t you write it for me? The story would be better if you wrote it anyway.”
“Figgy!” Cynthia chastised him. “Then it would be my story. This is your story. And what’s ‘better’ anyway?”
Cynthia looked at him in the murky darkness of the hotel room. He shrugged, then admitted, “I don’t know… I guess I can try.”
“Go ahead,” she urged.
“And with a sweet and happy ending?”
“Always!”
“Okay…” Figgy faltered. “Hmmm…”
“Just write what’s in your heart,” Cynthia said softly and tenderly.
Figgy took a deep breath and then exhaled it all. Taking a smaller breath, he started, “So… I reached over to… touch her… ah… nice breast…”
“Cut it out!” Cynthia barked. “This is me, Figgy! This is Cynthia!” She grabbed his hand and plopped it onto her tit. “Write something like ‘He jumped on her massive melons faster’n a horntoad crossin’ the rud,’ or something fun like that.”
Figgy burst into gales of laughter. “What’s all that?” He finally gasped.
“Southwestern slang,” Cynthia told him, noting that throughout his laughing fit, he had not removed his hand. In fact, the side of his thumb had found her nipple. “You know. Horny toads and shit like that.”
Figgy sucked in a short breath as her fingers wrapped around his member.
“I’m all yours,” she whispered. “What do you want to do to me?” Cynthia gave his dick a light squeeze. “Or what do you want me to do to you?”
“There’s so much…” he sighed.
“Anything you want, stud.”
“Could we just… have sex?”
“You wanna fuck me,” Cynthia whispered the statement into Figgy’s ear.
“Yes,” he whispered back. “I’ve wanted to ever since I first private messaged you about editing your work.”
“I know,” Cynthia told him. “That was your plan all along.”
Figgy blushed in the dark.
“You dirty dog,” she giggled, letting go of his already dripping cock. She rolled onto her back under the sheets and spread her legs. “Fuck me, Figgy. Fuck me.”
With his heart racing, Figgy took a deep breath and climbed on top of her, settling himself between her warm velvety thighs. He felt her lusciously soft belly press against him as he pressed the head of his cock against her, effortlessly parting the plump wet lips of her pussy. Between the precum coating his straining erection and Cynthia’s already prodigious fluids, Figgy easily slid into her hot depths.
“Ohhh,” she moaned and she felt his cock entering her. She wrapped her legs around his urging him deeper. Cynthia felt him push in a little more and then he stopped.
“Is everything okay?” She asked.
With his dick fully inside the beautiful Cynthia, Figgy replied, “Everything’s perfect.”
Cynthia slid her hands up his back and pulled him down against her body. She relished in the feeling of a naked man pressed against her.
Pressed into her.
“May I kiss you?” He asked.
“Please,” she sighed.
Their lips met, brushing against each other for a wonderful moment, and then he felt the tip of her tongue gingerly worm its way into his mouth. Part of him was inside her and part of her was inside him. His senses were overwhelmed as he felt their bodies dissolving into one. She could feel his cock throb in her while he could feel her tongue sensuously intertwine with his own.
With a subtle rolling of her wide hips, she wordlessly asked him to start fucking her.
And he did.
Pretty hot, huh?
And fun! Just the way Figgy would like it.
Now, let’s talk about YOU.
I can write YOU into a story, too!
You could be a cameo character in a story. You could have a starring role in a story! We can build a story completely around YOU and whatever YOUR personal desires, fetishes, or kinks may be (mutually agreed upon, of course).
Get in touch with me (and regardless of where you’re seeing this blog, I know that you can find me somewhere online – I have faith in you!) and we can discuss the details.
I’m sure that this goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: please keep our interactions professional. Any contact that doesn’t show me basic human respect will simply be ignored. And that’s no fun, is it?
Anyway, I look forward to hearing from you and can’t wait to make ALL of your erotic fiction dreams come true!
Love, Frey