The Line Between Fiction and Reality
Copyright© 2024 by brabo1978
Epilogue
Erotica Sex Story: Epilogue - With the help of AI John starts writing erotic fiction, only to discover that the line between fiction and reality isn't as solid as expected.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Incest Uncle Niece Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Public Sex
“Honey?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I was thinking ... How does Italy sound for our ten year anniversary?”
John smiled. Ellie had a way of making requests that were actually exactly what he wanted.
“Rome? Florence? Venice? That sounds like a great idea,” he replied before kissing her again. Between his probing tongue and her soft lip bites, they sprawled out on the couch, soaking in the warmth each other’s bodies generated. Caressing her breasts over her halter top - and man, did his wife have perfect breasts! - John could feel her nipples responding to his touch through the thin fabric before Ellie removed the top altogether.
Even after all these years, her breasts still amazed him. And Ellie loved the way her husband still looked at her. It made her feel desirable and wanted, and she felt lucky to have found this man that so clearly loved her and her body. It helped of course that her ass was still as tight as it had been when they had met thirteen years ago, just like her boobs were still very firm and perky. Being with Ellie felt like winning the lottery. Except that it wasn’t chance that had brought them together. It was a story.
Ellie didn’t know. As far as she was concerned, the story they told others about how they met, was exactly how they met. But John knew. Thirteen years ago he had found a story writing app that made his stories come to life. He had experimented with it and he had enjoyed several fun moments thanks to it. A tryst with three cheerleaders, a fantasy come true for so many men, had left him feeling surprisingly unfulfilled however. It had been fun and exciting, but it had lacked something.
It had taken him some time to realize, but in the end he got it. The thing he had been missing in all of these adventures, was a real connection to the women he was sleeping with. They had all been beautiful and willing, and the physical pleasure had been great. Without a more profound bond, he would be left chasing thrill after thrill. Of course he had the means to do that, he could simply write story after story, but that meant he most likely could fulfill that deeper craving as well, in exactly the same way.