Written with care for one of MY fans ~~BrettJ
There it was, in the inbox in his E-Mails. Like clockwork, his daily mail from Kris. He was glad his girlfriend and he were on a break. Lately, the letters Kris had been sending had been getting steamy. The last one had threatened to melt his monitor.
Her newest made that one look tame by comparison.
Brad;
I woke up, read your E-mail and got wet all over again!! I've been such a little slut and I need to be taken in hand! I definitely want to be fucked long and hard by you, to have you as my strong master. My nails would be digging into your back, as orgasm after orgasm washes over me. I want to be used by my man and left limp and exhausted. I am sooo glad you asked about my lingerie. Yes, I do have some sexy black lingerie, including a little teddy with peek-a-boo lace panels on the sides. It comes with a little pair of panties that I would love for you to see. I want you to watch as they get damp, pushing them to the side, so you could bury your fingers inside my tight little hole. Spreading my wetness all over my clit, I would taste myself off your fingers and reach for your hard cock. I'd lick the length like a bad little whore, tasting your precum! I want to suck you, my head bobbing up and down your shaft, feeling you throb in my mouth. Then, push your cock deep inside of me and fuck me hard!! I want to slide my wet little pussy up and down your cock, riding you so hard! I want to cum on your cock and have you cum in me! Lover, I hope this letter was as sexy for you to read as it was for me to write -- I'm still wet and horny!
Your personal slut, Kris
Novelist Brad Connors still found it hard to believe that a woman could write letters this intense. Yet each day for the past 3 months, Kris had written letters as a devoted fan and they had gotten more slavish. She would describe in detail what she wanted from him. As he and Kate were currently living apart, it was sometimes the best part of his day. Without a companion in his life, writing had become a chore, something it had never been in all the years before. Kris' letters had been the spark he needed to renew his inner fires. She was his muse in a way, the way that Kate had been a decade earlier.
It was not Kate's fault that things had soured, not really. He had been a struggling writer / professor when they met and she had been his younger, supportive, college student girlfriend. He was well past the age where most writers made it but Kate believed in him. Over and over, the twenty year old redhead told Brad that he would make it because he had the talent and all he needed to do was keep on plugging. She moved in with him and kept him on track. Whenever he wanted to stop, Kate would push him. She cooked, she cleaned and she helped pay the bills. She supplemented his teaching salary by waitressing part-time and when she graduated, she went to work as a paralegal working towards becoming a full-fledged Corporate Attorney. Over time, she was making enough to insist that Brad stop teaching full time and only teach a semester or two or even guest lecture. She wanted him writing.
So, he wrote and worked, wrote and worked, worked and wrote. Nothing happened. Kate began to become restless. It wasn't happening for him and she was at a loss as to what to do to help him. Her career was going ahead, Brad's was stalling. They had moved in together and she was making all the major bill payments, the car, the house and such. Poor Brad could barely scrape by with enough to pay their grocery bills. He wasn't lazy and it wasn't as if he wasn't trying, Kate had never accused him of that. It was just a source of frustration for the both of them that he wasn't getting the attention he deserved. His manuscripts would come back unread and for a few days after, Brad would be in a funk.
Kate would do everything she could to snap him out of it. She would doll herself up and suggest they go somewhere and have dinner. A few times, she rented them a nice hotel room and she got out her sexiest lingerie. One thing Brad did not lack was a healthy sex drive. Whenever Kate was in the mood, Brad could be persuaded. His younger girlfriend liked to play sexy games and so did he.
Kate's specialty was her world-class blowjobs. From the very first time the naughty professor had bedded the then-coed Kate, he had marveled at how well she sucked cock. She loved cocks, loved the feeling of them in her mouth and then in her pussy. If she was being daring, she even loved cock in her ass. Kate loved the cock; she worshiped at the altar of cock. Therefore, she wanted the cocks that were going to fuck her to want to be with her. She made sure that they got a lot of attention and sucking. Her mouth was always moist and ready to suck her men. When Brad came along, she thought she had found the perfect man. His cock was the perfect size for all of Kate's lurid desires. The seductive redhead loved Brad's cock and it sure as hell seemed to love her.
Brad prided himself on being a fucking machine. He worked out to stay in shape; he had to with a girlfriend so much younger than he. He also thought it would be a bit incongruous to be an erotic novelist who wasn't worth a damn in bed. All of his kinky ideas were tried out on his younger lover. Kate was nearly a sex addict, so she didn't complain. She just went along for the ride with a happy smile.
When success hit, it couldn't have come at a better time, Brad believed. A small, independent publisher read one of his manuscripts and loved it. They wanted to publish it and told Brad while they couldn't pay him a lot of money, they believed it would hit big.
Faerily Bewitched
sold over a million copies in two months and was in its fifth printing when Brad got his first big check. His novel was a hit and people were talking about him. He was going to be a star and the "small" publishers were scrambling to keep up with the demand. He polished off one of his previously rejected works and sent it in. It sold a million in the first two weeks. Brad now had the career he had wanted for so long. He wouldn't have to let Kate shoulder the responsibility any longer. Her money could be used for her alone.
Yet, the more money he earned, the less happy Kate seemed to be. She started staying out later with friends. Arguments would begin over the smallest little thing. The once-passionate romance cooled down and there was precious little Brad could do to get it heated up again. Though they were not married, Brad suggested a Marriage Counselor. Kate refused, so Brad went by himself.
"You may not like what I have to tell you," the counselor told Brad.
"What do you have to tell me, Melinda?"
The attractive young therapist crossed her legs. "I think that for the last number of years, Kate has been used to making most of the financial decisions and she's grown used to it. It was her money and for the most part, she bought what she wanted and you went along with it. Now, you have your own cash and you want input and she doesn't like it," she told Brad.
"Christ, I never thought of that," Brad sighed loudly. "What do I do to fix it?"
"Unless you can go back in time and erase all of your success, there isn't much you
