the more forbidden, the better they made me cum. I put my laptop aside and lay down in bed, closing my eyes and replaying my favourite story beats in my head, rapidly stroking my cock. Text never carries inflection very well, but I was pretty sure from context that was meant as an expression of surprise and admiration, not actually a request. I told her how much I was looking forward to reading her other stories, as well—but that I was planning to limit myself to only one every few nights, to make them last. That first author only had two other stories published, and though I eagerly read them both neither did it for me the way that first one had. but I went into exhaustive detail about what I liked most, and why, and told her the photo I was sending this time was proof of just how much I liked it.
