HollyLoriAnnalee
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(already posted this elsewhere, but I have no idea how tribal the sub-forums are, just wanna get it out there)
I proudly present to Literotica my magnum incest opus (for Summer Lovin' 2020):
‘The Christmas In July Luau’
It’s long, it’s first person, and it’s about a 19-year-old girl and one and a half summers of her life. It’s... well, it might be the best thing I’ll ever write, that’s how it feels right now. I don’t know how I’ll top it—I’m spent, people. I just loved writing it, and I have seriously read one paragraph like 100 times (if you can guess that paragraph correctly I’ll... I don’t know, actually haha). I did not know I had this in me, but Covid spare time + Lit has scooped it out of my dark lurking monkey mind and slapped it into the sex cream cone for you and your people to lick. Oof. Sorry.
This thing, dudes and dudettes—shit. I’m new to the site, and I read about the contests. The limited theme appealed to me, but I’m not entirely sure everyone will agree that this story counts. I’m certain it does, but I’ll wait for feedback—if it doesn’t, I’ll totally hear you out. As soon as I heard about the contests, I immediately began concocting my twisted as fuck story for Nude Day, but it was too late for that—I’ll have to wait for next summer to get that one in. I thought about the Summer Lovin’ contest about two weeks ago, and I was picturing pools, and beaches, and people doing fun sex stuff and smiling and having fun, and you know I just, I don’t know, I wasn’t really vibing the whole summ—
BAM! Holy FUCK didn’t this thing just all hit me in the head in like one second. The new job, the show, and the end (you’ll know about these if you read it). I had it, but I had like, what, zero time to fucking get it down? I spent nights and mornings and nights and nights and all the nights ever losing feeling in my hands typing this one out so I could get it in by the dreaded dreadline. Go to town, critics, and if you’re going to give feedback, please do not have one fucking milli-whatever of mercy.
I want you to bring it, and bring it hard and mean. I’m that way! I appreciate it. I want to get better at this new craft of mine, please. I mean, in the future at least—I’m taking a break from this word jungle for a little bit. Gotta heal up.
Love,
Holly
I proudly present to Literotica my magnum incest opus (for Summer Lovin' 2020):
‘The Christmas In July Luau’
It’s long, it’s first person, and it’s about a 19-year-old girl and one and a half summers of her life. It’s... well, it might be the best thing I’ll ever write, that’s how it feels right now. I don’t know how I’ll top it—I’m spent, people. I just loved writing it, and I have seriously read one paragraph like 100 times (if you can guess that paragraph correctly I’ll... I don’t know, actually haha). I did not know I had this in me, but Covid spare time + Lit has scooped it out of my dark lurking monkey mind and slapped it into the sex cream cone for you and your people to lick. Oof. Sorry.
This thing, dudes and dudettes—shit. I’m new to the site, and I read about the contests. The limited theme appealed to me, but I’m not entirely sure everyone will agree that this story counts. I’m certain it does, but I’ll wait for feedback—if it doesn’t, I’ll totally hear you out. As soon as I heard about the contests, I immediately began concocting my twisted as fuck story for Nude Day, but it was too late for that—I’ll have to wait for next summer to get that one in. I thought about the Summer Lovin’ contest about two weeks ago, and I was picturing pools, and beaches, and people doing fun sex stuff and smiling and having fun, and you know I just, I don’t know, I wasn’t really vibing the whole summ—
BAM! Holy FUCK didn’t this thing just all hit me in the head in like one second. The new job, the show, and the end (you’ll know about these if you read it). I had it, but I had like, what, zero time to fucking get it down? I spent nights and mornings and nights and nights and all the nights ever losing feeling in my hands typing this one out so I could get it in by the dreaded dreadline. Go to town, critics, and if you’re going to give feedback, please do not have one fucking milli-whatever of mercy.
I want you to bring it, and bring it hard and mean. I’m that way! I appreciate it. I want to get better at this new craft of mine, please. I mean, in the future at least—I’m taking a break from this word jungle for a little bit. Gotta heal up.
Love,
Holly