For those of you out there who have been closely following my life story you are probably aware that I started writing sex fantasy stories and posting them on a fantasy web site. It is something I have been having fun with for several months now. Far from being embarrassed about it, it is not something I keep a secret. I readily tell my friends about my new hobby, though usually only if they ask me what I have been up to lately. Nobody seems particularly shocked when I tell them. Most of my male friends just don't really seem that interested. I literally have to put them in the stories to get them to read them. Yes, Pete and Joe are both friends of mine. As for women, it is not something I would normally bring up on the first date. I think you can understand that. But, after a while it is bound to come out.
So, after dating a new girlfriend for a couple of weeks, I started to show her my stories. Linda actually read the first dozen or so and didn't leave the room running. I took that as a good sign.
"So, did you like anything I wrote?" I asked cautiously.
"Um, yes...I think some of them are funny," She started, "I just read the one where you say Grace. Did you really do that?"
"Hey I'm a Catholic boy, I was taught to say Grace before I eat." I answered honestly.
"A good Catholic boy, huh?" She giggled.
"Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?" I added.
"So, are you working on a story now?" She inquired.
"Ah, yes." I answered.
I explained to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was having difficulty with the sex scene. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a necessary evil.
"So, you think sex is a necessary evil?" She asked with a grin.
"I didn't say that." I responded, "I said I'm starting to think of the sex scenes in stories as a necessary evil. I never said sex was a necessary evil."
"Let me see what you got so far." She started, "Maybe I can help."
Hmmm...I thought. I really liked Linda and I think she is a really nice girl, but she does not come across as a literary genius. How she could possibly help me with my story was totally beyond me.
I walked over to my computer desk and sat down in the big chair in front of the screen. I searched through my document folder and opened the story I was working on. Linda stood behind me and looked at the screen over my shoulder.
"Not bad so far." She started, "So, they met in a supermarket. Didn't we meet in a supermarket?"
"Oh maybe, come to think of it." I responded, "Look, I take my inspiration wherever I can get it. I looked at you and my frozen dinner almost defrosted in my hand, if I remember correctly."
Linda crouched down behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder as she continued reading my story on the screen. I could feel her curly blonde hair tickling my left ear as she peered at the computer screen. She lightly kissed my ear and continued reading.
"So, the guy in the story approaches the girl while she is picking out melons. He holds up a melon and asks her how you can tell if a melon is fresh while staring down at her breasts. Oh, like that would ever work." She adds doubtfully.