I boinked them both with their legs in the air.
Once upon a time, all of that up there happened. A couple of times I’ve tossed salad, sucked some toes, and put a man’s legs in the air while I rode him bronco style, but none of this happened at the same time. If I put all of this in a book and spread it out over many pages, would you like it? Would you love it? Would you want to fuck me because I wrote it? Yes, you would.
Everyday in my life I run into someone who wants to have sex with me. It happens online and off. It happens in the grocery store. It happens at the post office. It happens at the coin laundry. It’s been happening for years now. I won’t go into detail about how far back in my lifetime my sexuality began to captivate people as I don’t think you would believe it.
Some of us have it and some of us don’t. Those who do, some us enter into the sex industry. The constant lust is hard to escape. Writing books about lots of sex does make an erotic author a sex peddler. I’m a low-level sex worker, but I am one nonetheless. I peddle words and visions. I don’t get dressed up in low cut tops baring my chest to write my books. I don’t wear fancy underwear that makes my ass look like two personal watermelons separated by a slingshot of lacy fabric. I‘m usually fully dressed with my hair pulled up in a bun, but if someone were to show up to my door to peddle me something, a vacuum we will say, they would most definitely be wanting to fuck me upon seeing my face. They always say it’s the eyes. Then it’s the tits. Then it’s the ass. Then it’s the mouth. Then it’s the lips. Then it’s the wit. Then it’s the thoughtfulness I have for them. Then it’s the hot temper. Then it’s the smarts. Then it finally ends up being the complete package.
My seuxality is a topic I don’t usually care to touch. When the word sexuality is used, most think in one lane of thought and that is what gender(s) I sleep with or which I prefer. Sexuality is much more broad than that and it’s because of my understanding of that fact that I am so apt at doing what I do. I see sex as only a gratification of the soul that one endures through their entire body that soars energy out of them back out into the universe electrified through their fingers and toes.
You like the way I got all metaphorical with that, don’t you.
Sex is the same everywhere. It’s true. I didn’t say that everyone on this earth is engaging in sex, but there is little difference in how we all think about it and that’s what I want to do for you when I write, put thoughts into your head. I want those thoughts to be so intense that you have to act them out or watch someone else do the do. I couldn’t do this so eloquently for you if people didn’t want to fuck me.
How good do you imagine the sex to be in a book if the author is someone no one wants to fuck? How does she know what people desire from others if she isn’t desired and pined over? How will she write a hot book if all she has is fantasies floating around in her head with no prior experience. If she doesn’t know what they say, how they say it, how they smell, how they look at her, when they are trying their best to get her to spread her legs for them? How will she write a book that is erotic?
All that I’ve written about over these years (it’s been about a decade, I suspect), the sex parts I know firsthand something about. You can take what you will from that, but don’t come to me for a question and answer session, unless you’re willing to pay.
I suggest you buy the books. There’s two out already. http://ladramaprincess.com