asetikish
Literotica Guru
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I lost the remote.
Shit.
This is why I don't like going to public places to write. Unfortunately, my house is being fumigated of pests and it will take a few more hours before I can come back home.
I squirm in my seat feeling the light hum between my legs, trying to ease the vibrations off my clit a little. Taking a deep breath, I continue to write my fourth erotic book. I seriously don't know if I can write these things without being so turned on. Hence, the vibrator. I mean, I have never been with a man before, so all I can really go by are the research I have and...what I feel when I get horny. The rest is all my imagination.
In all honesty, I didn't think I'd be an erotica author, but I got the idea when I was in college, doing my thesis about porn and interviewing porn stars. It was a silly one-off, but an agent saw it and told me to write the rest. And now, strangely, Rob Higgin's 3 erotic novels are on top of every book shelf, selling like hotcakes. So, yes, I, Natalie Clarke, actually wrote them, but I don't want my identity known, and since the books are like high-budget porn movies in print, my publisher and I agree it's better that a man wrote it, especially since it's the first series of erotic books that men actually went for.
"Come on, Nat," I whisper to myself. "You'll find that remote. Just relax." I breathe one more time and continue writing.
If this gig doesn't pay so much, I won't torture myself like this! I mean, this literally made me a millionaire almost overnight.
I shift again and type out the opening scenes of another chapter, licking my lips as the incessant buzz continues to tickle my nether regions.
Shit.
This is why I don't like going to public places to write. Unfortunately, my house is being fumigated of pests and it will take a few more hours before I can come back home.
I squirm in my seat feeling the light hum between my legs, trying to ease the vibrations off my clit a little. Taking a deep breath, I continue to write my fourth erotic book. I seriously don't know if I can write these things without being so turned on. Hence, the vibrator. I mean, I have never been with a man before, so all I can really go by are the research I have and...what I feel when I get horny. The rest is all my imagination.
In all honesty, I didn't think I'd be an erotica author, but I got the idea when I was in college, doing my thesis about porn and interviewing porn stars. It was a silly one-off, but an agent saw it and told me to write the rest. And now, strangely, Rob Higgin's 3 erotic novels are on top of every book shelf, selling like hotcakes. So, yes, I, Natalie Clarke, actually wrote them, but I don't want my identity known, and since the books are like high-budget porn movies in print, my publisher and I agree it's better that a man wrote it, especially since it's the first series of erotic books that men actually went for.
"Come on, Nat," I whisper to myself. "You'll find that remote. Just relax." I breathe one more time and continue writing.
If this gig doesn't pay so much, I won't torture myself like this! I mean, this literally made me a millionaire almost overnight.
I shift again and type out the opening scenes of another chapter, licking my lips as the incessant buzz continues to tickle my nether regions.