I had been writing erotic fiction for a few years now. The feedback I received ranged from the most vile and negative reactions to some very positive thoughts. My biggest fan, seemed to be a woman named Stella. She first wrote me to say my stories made her so hot and bothered. She would masturbate regularly, as she read my fiction. I replied back to her and we struck up a conversation. Stella was a frustrated housewife. Her husband no longer paid attention to her, nor did they make love anymore.
I wrote back to Stella that we should meet and I would take care of her situation for her. The problem was we were ten hours drive apart and it was difficult for Stella to get away for a weekend. We continued to e-mail each other and then Stella finally quit writing me. Three months must have gone by when I suddenly heard back from her. Stella told me she could get away for a long weekend soon. Would I like to meet up with her. We decided on a point half way between both of us. I took the long drive on a Friday afternoon and met Stella at a pre-arranged motel we chose.
I finally saw Stella in person. She was on the short side, with medium brown hair. She was curvy with big hips and big breasts. We didn't waste any time getting into our room. Once there, I pulled off all of Stella's clothes and I stripped down as well. We went into the bedroom and I practically threw Stella to the bed. I spread her thighs and I buried my tongue between her folds. Stella started to scream out and threw her legs around my back.
I lapped at her pussy, but she didn't need me to make her all wet. She was already oozing from anticipation. I eventually broke loose and took hold of my cock.
"Do you want my thick shaft?" I asked her.
