Looking for Inspiration
It was the first thing on a Monday morning. As a writer of erotic fiction, I start my week by visiting various fantasy websites where I can ply my trade. My member profile offers to write erotic stories to fuel members fantasies. In fact, my member's name is fantasy maker. I look for short-story requests. I find it is the best way of gaining inspiration. I view it as a kind of market research, ensuring my writing appeals to at least one person.
My inbox is full of messages with cock pictures and very few words. These are quickly deleted. I am looking for story requests. If I receive a request, I save it to come back to once I have cleared my damned inbox. So many pink, brown and purple erections and enough semen to flood my home. If I wanted to see a large penis spitting forth its seed, I have a husband to satisfy that need. He never needs to be asked twice.
That Monday was quite fruitful for inspiration, I had two requests for a story, and I was only halfway through clearing out the penises. One request was from a man asking for a Doctor/Patient story. The second, again from a couple their chosen scenario, was for the wife to be massaged by a stranger while the husband watched.
Then I was shaken. I had to do a double-take. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I momentarily thought to myself,
that's a coincidence
before changing that thought to
no, it can't be
.
The name was the same Tony Sher, and this just happened to be the name of both my husband and stepson. I clicked on the message, and there was his erect cock in full close-up, with the message do you want to suck my cock. I reassured myself that although my married name is uncommon, it might just be possible that this was a totally different guy to my husband or stepson.
As I said, I normally just delete a cock picture. On this occasion, I examined it closely. I was trembling so much the mouse cursor couldn't move in a straight line. I set about looking for that tell-tale mole that would tell me that my husband was playing away. Or at least hoping to play away. I magnified the image so that all that was on my screen was the underside of a man's penis. There was no mole, and I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was most likely a total stranger.
Still trembling, I felt compelled to investigate further, partly to reassure myself that the mole hadn't been edited out and partly to make sure that my husband's son wasn't risking his dad reputation I clicked on the name, knowing it would take me to the profile of the member. And there it was, another picture, a full-face image of my stepson.
What idiot puts their real name and a face photo on their sex site profile?
I could understand it if he was young free, and single. Knowing he is in a long-term relationship and his fiancé would be devastated made hankering after sex with strangers a risky route to follow.
The dilemma I faced was, do I just message back and say who I am and that he ought to change his name? What if that frightened him off, and he blocked me? I just knew I needed to do something and fast. My husband is open-minded, but I am sure he wouldn't be happy knowing his name was attached to messages like 'do you want to suck my cock'. Some women may just respond yes without even thinking about checking the profile.
I'd got together with his dad at a time when his kids had flown the nest and were all independent, but I knew Tony senior wouldn't be happy. Tony, my husband is in his late fifties, and I have passed the big five-zero myself.
For the first time ever, I responded to a cock picture:
"Have you looked at my profile? You do realise I am nearly twenty years older than you."
I didn't expect an instant reply, so I thought I would start to write the Doctor-Patient story. It was difficult because the request was from a bloke that wanted a male doctor to examine him in an intimate way. I needed to put my 'man head' on for this one.
I had deliberately left myself logged into the website. Before I got past the third paragraph, a ping registered on my computer. I opened the Internet window, and there was the response:
"Yeah, I know. I like older women wanna suck my cock?"
Bugger, if I say no, he will disappear into the sunset, searching for his blowjob, spreading the family name far and wide. I lied:
"I'm not saying no, but I'm not going to say yes straight away to a total stranger."
"Well, let's get to know each other send me a picture of your fanny."
"LOL. I meant to talk for a bit on here. I am a total stranger to you. Suppose we know each other?"
"I'd say now you know me. Do you want to suck my cock."
"OK. Let me put it this way. Don't panic, but I know your dad and step mum."
"I bet you don't. You said, OK. Does that mean for sucking my cock."
"I do know them; your dad is Tony, and your step mum is called Bobbie, and your girlfriend is called Julie. I am the same age as your step mum, and we went to school together. I bet you don't want me to suck your cock now."
"I do. All the better if you look like her because I would love her to suck my cock."
I froze, and the mouse started zigzagging across the screen again. I lost all composure. The realisation that my stepson had, in a roundabout way, asked me to suck his cock. I was trembling so much that I could barely log out of the site. I was in turmoil; I hadn't managed to get him to change his name. I had failed in my reason for replying. I had tried to catfish him to help him. What if he knows it was me all along, and this was some plan to seduce me? I fought off the temptation to go straight back onto the site. I had a story to write. I made an agreement with myself; I would stay off the site until the Doctor-Patient story was complete. I would need to go back on then to deliver the story to the member that requested it.
It wasn't until I was well into the story that I realised how wet I had become. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, given that I was writing erotica. In the Doctor story, I imagined that I was the Doctor, so that it would be reacting with the same professionalism as a female doctor. I was finding it quite a turn on writing about examining a man's groin and 'accidentally' brushing my hand against his penis. I just didn't realise how turned on until I stopped for a coffee and a pee. In the story, I had just gotten to the point where I had to describe the sensation of having an erect penis while I was examining the patient. I decided to have a break was the best way, maybe search the Internet. I knew Google would have the answer.
I opened my browser, and it launched, showing the last page accessed. Of course, this was the login screen for the hook-up site. I started to tremble once again and felt myself getting wetter.
I bet Tony Jnr could tell me what it feels like to get an erection.
Before I could panic and change my mind, I logged in. Part of me hoped he had logged off, and part of me was willing him to still be online.
I had one message in my inbox. It was from my stepson. I opened the message:
