I knew I would be unable to keep up the pace of work and something had to be done. On the way home I considered the possibilities. The delivery of the... order for Singapore was due to start in a month, which meant that I would not have time to hand in my notice. Besides, I would have to find a new job right now and that was next to impossible. Then it occurred to me that whoever was going to go to Singapore would have to speak English and be fairly good at it. We were all able to speak English. The last couple of weeks locked in a semi-permanent orgy had left him frayed, even the baths he’d gotten were accompanied by mind bending orgasms. Time had been blurring before, but now he was clear and that worried him. That bitch Emily was planning something and he couldn’t wait for her to mess up. He didn’t recognize his new whereabouts, but if he had to guess he’d say he was in the back of an eighteen wheeler. It was almost as scary as that moment a few days ago. He was being pleasured into. Scarlett didnt reply, instead she climbed out from under the covers and crawled over to wear I stood at the end of her bed. heyy she said a little flirty. hello I replied, my eyes flicking from place to place as I exsamed Scarletts angelic hourglass body. she pulled herself up onto her knees letting us look face to face with each other. Dannie would you like to fuck me? she asked for my ears only. I nodded without any hesitation. She smiled curling her arms around my neck, her lips meeting. How does it all balance out? Enter rule two of writing longform erotica: decide a balance. In my stories, I write primarily to showcase non-sexual events and the sexual events that take place are not ‘in the spotlight,’ so to speak, but they compliment the overall story nonetheless. The sex is the ‘frosting on the cake,’ so to speak, to the point where I’d say my stories are only 10% sex. This is by no means the rule (in fact from what I’ve seen my stories are the exception) and you should not.