He finds the other members who turn up are all women, and they are very interested in his tales, and more.He'd been writing erotica for some time now,... and had enjoyed a reasonable amount of feedback from the sites he'd frequented and had his stories published at. He'd been asked several times if he'd like to attend an informal meeting of authors from a site, all with similar interests. The majority of his work centred on his love of dominant females and the fantasies he often had about them.. “Well, he’s grown up a lot over the past three years,” I admitted. “Maybe that night stuck in his head and changed him. Maybe it’s because he has a daughter to think about now, but either way, he’s less of an asshole than he used to be.”She sat, lost in thought about that for a while and shrugged. “I’ll never have to deal with him again. He killed my baby and I’ll never forgive that, but I understand why you have.”I was making pancakes this morning and put a short stack in front of her to start. "Hello Piper." He said, his voice had an air of authority to it. Piper was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the way his eyes roamed over her body. Especially the way they seemed to linger particularly long on her butt, thighs, and breasts. "My eyes are up here pal," Piper said, trying to sound braver then she felt, "Now...". "You will speak when spoken to." He cut her off harshly. Piper almost shot back with a retort, but the harshness of his words and the threat in his eyes . “Oh, God, lover, that was ... awesome!” Juliette suddenly spoke as we held each other, her eyes glazed over with passionate lust.“You’re not so bad yourself,” I did my best Groucho Marx impression in response.“So, let me see ... shaved head, knows his way around an operating table, officer in the Militia, isn’t so vain that he will stupidly insist on paying the check when faced with a higher-earning woman ... knows how to rock my world in bed, and isn’t afraid of a little cuddling. Oh, and he.