” Alistair could picture them together. Julie lying there fast asleep and Abdul sitting up in bed besides her talking to him. “I wanted to ask y...ou my friend if I could come and stay with you both in a couple of week’s time?” “Y...yes,” he replied. “If that’s okay with Julie.” “It is,” he told him. “We discussed it over dinner last night and again today.” “When were you thinking of coming over?” “Well Julie goes back Friday and I was thinking of flying over the following Friday.” “Seems. She reluctantly parted, only to be swept up immediately by Jon, another or our friends. He whispered some words to her, and they must have been just right because I saw her break into a broad smile as they went off together.I got a glass of wine and wandered the condo to see what was happening. There was a lot of fucking going on in every room and out on the balcony. I found Vanessa with Tom, the head of my Silicon Valley operations. After they finished up, I went and joined them so I could be. And you know what? I absolutely loved it. It made me feel really feminine to be on my knees looking up at him with his large, needy cock in my mouth; his hands running through my hair and his moans as he ejaculated in my mouth let me know how much he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him, which made me feel wanted.Taking all of this information in, I started to call him ‘daddy’ to show my submissiveness, which was odd calling someone half my age ‘daddy’, no less my own son, but I quickly got. She’d lit some incense and candles to set the mood. But we were quickly overcome with lust. We’d been building to that moment for months.Today, there is hardly anyone reading erotica online. There’s hardly anyone reading anything that’s not mobile-friendly and consumable in ten-minute chunks. In 2004 I could post a free fiction story and get 20,000 readers. Today it’s unlikely to get a tenth of that. And none of them are women under forty. Ivy and I started chatting in 2002. I wrote.