I had a website up for a while where I posted my erotic stories. Sadly, it got hacked and I lost many of the stories, having written them only inside of the website.
I have now joined Literotica and am posting the stories I had copies of on my computer, recreating some of the stories I lost, and writing new ones.
I had one ardent fan from somewhere in the Midwest who loved my stories and wanted badly to meet me in person and play. Below is from an email he sent me:
Mr. Peter Goode!!
My long-time favorite fantasy! I hope you have been doing great and receiving amazing service regularly. My mouth salivates at the pictures of your incredibly suckable cock. The beautiful head and perfectly sized shaft for an hours-long session of pleasure. I have enjoyed dozens of hours (if not more) of thinking about pleasuring you. It is crazy for me when I think of all the times I have cum thinking about pleasuring you well enough to earn your load of cum. You've made me cum at least 50x and I have yet to bring you the same pleasure. While I'm thankful for all those times I was able to fantasize about you, if I could pleasure you one time and feel you unload into my mouth it would be equal to 1000 of my own orgasms.
Here is a scenario I've often pleasured myself with:
I have invited you to my hotel room to view a special presentation. You know I have been coming to town for a couple years on business and the only deal I have never closed is my lips around your cock. I've asked each time and you have always said no. You have enjoyed watching me ask. You have enjoyed hearing me plead with you. There is something you enjoy about knowing I negotiate millions of dollars with executives regularly, but I become completely submissive when you are around and I have yet to convince you I should get to feel your cock between my lips.
You think this trip will be no different. You'll swing by, I'll basically resort to begging, and you'll politely decline. I open the door to my room with a smile. I'm clad in just a white undershirt and athletic shorts. You are wearing thin grey sweatpants and no underwear. You wanted me to be able to see the outlines of what you were never planning on letting me have.
I thank you for coming and motion you to sit on the small sofa in the front room. I sit next to you with my laptop. I prepared a short presentation to show you. I set the laptop onto your lap and tell you I want you to have the direct view. You seem a little annoyed but find the whole scene comical so you're willing to play along.
I begin using the laptop touchpad to open the presentation. You realize for me to do this while the computer is in on your lap, I have to rest my forearm on your thigh and my hand is very close to your crotch while my fingers work the touchpad. The first slide shows up on the screen, "Your Cock, My Mouth" you chuckle. I begin with the history of our knowing each other. As I move through the first few slides, my hand begins to brush against your cock as it works the presentation. I softly, slowly have my hand barely making contact with your cock through your sweatpants, but it's apparent, and it feels pleasant.