Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.
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My sister Sally says to her friends, "I saw an email labeled Feedback". It had his username and web site. He writes for Literotica. I read his all his stories. I am confused."
Her friend Brenda asks, "How can sex stories be confusing?"
Her other friend Veronica asks, "How can I read them?"
I am walking down the hallway in our two-bedroom college apartment. My sister's door is cracked. I stop dead in my tracks and continue listening. Money is tight, we must share a laptop. Shit, she saw an email come in.
Sally laughs, "He sucks as a writer. Misspellings, wrong words, confusing passages, missing parts of stories. Every story has someone in the hospital, a bar fight, multiple women fighting for his love, and he is a handsome body-builder with a foot-long pecker."
They all laugh at her assessment of me. Ouch, that hurts. I continue down the hallway and some floorboards squeak. Shit!
It's my turn to make dinner today, so I start making spaghetti with meat sauce for four, her friends will stay.
As we sit at the table eating dinner, Sally asks me, "We know you were listening to us. Our question is, why bother writing? Your feedback is cruel, insensitive, and borderline abusive. You don't get paid, so why bother?"
How little she knows. I put my fork down, I am making a point.
I smile as I explain, "The fun is in the writing. I start with an image or thought, and I am very interested to see where the story goes. Most negative comments are anonymous. It's the world we live in. Follow anyone on Twitter, it's mostly negative. It's the one positive comment that makes it worthwhile. I enjoy the process of writing much more than I ever imagined."