Thank You for Your Submission
Copyright© 2004 by MasterDavid
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Jordy Floyd thought he was the cock of the walk. He was in control of every aspect of his life. However, his desire to become a published author might become his undoing...especially at the hands of the mysterious webmaster who constant refrain is "Thank you for your submission."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Hypnosis Science Fiction Brother Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Light Bond Humiliation Violence
December 21 continued
Jordan Floyd was a cautious man, and with good reason. Growing up poor, he found that bragging about being given a quarter to buy a comic book was a sure way to get you beaten up by the bullies who preyed on weak little boys walking to the corner store. So he began hiding his money at an early age, eschewing the luxuries of boyhood for something a bit healthier - such as not being beaten nearly as much after it was discovered that he didn't carry any money with him.
As an adult, he still hid his money, and most anything else of value to him. Only his hiding places now were not mattresses and cigar boxes, but tax shelters and mutual funds... and lots of them. For the second hard lesson he had learned as a child was that money was safe from nothing and no one. Not his drunk of a father who, whenever he found Jordy's money in its hiding place, put it in his pocket and used it to buy beer or hard liquor. And not the wrath of God, as he thought of it, which saw him leave his apartment one morning, and return home to a smoldering ruin containing the bodies of his mother and brother. So he hid what was valuable, and didn't let anyone know where or how much it was unless absolutely necessary.
He also never purchased things on the Internet. Living in a large city made it possible for him to cruise the variety of online shops and stores, then find out where he could purchase an item locally, for which he usually paid with either cash or check. Jordy Floyd believed the cost of credit was too high, because when used it gave too many people the chance to see what he was buying and where. And he didn't like the feeling of being watched.
All that ran through his mind as he clicked open the file from the administrator of the erotica archive to which he had sent his first story. He didn't know what information he might provide that would help them decide whether or not it was worthy to publish... but, then again, he wanted to be published badly, badly enough to do something totally against his nature.
click
A window opened on his computer, and a swirl of color filled his screen, rotating slowly. "What the hell..." he started to say, expecting a form and not some colorful image. Even more strange, soft music began playing from his computer speakers; some form of soft techno, it pulsed and shifted like an Enya song, sans vocal.
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