I am laying on my couch watching tv thinking of new erotic stories to write. The ones I've posted are doing pretty good so far and someone asked if I could continue one of my other stories. As I was sitting here looking at a blank screen thinking how to continue a story when all my stories are based on real life situations that happened.
How does one continue a story when there was no continuation?
Sitting there trying to think about it my phone rang. I needed a distraction from my head so I picked up to see who it was. Caller ID said Amanda and I thought, "oh this can't be good." I picked up and said "What's up girl?"
On the other end I could hear her sounding pissed. "What the fuck Tony! I stayed at your house a few weeks ago and I'm hearing from people that you wrote some kind of story about it online?"
Thinking how to respond for a second I said "well, yea, I did. I didn't use your name or anything of the sort. I only put her and she in it. So there's no way anyone would know it's about you."
Amanda kept talking about what happens if friends or family happen to see it which couldn't happen, I told because I didn't post links to the site where I posted them. So unless she told anyone herself, there was no way for anyone to know. She had not seen the story herself but only heard about it, she told me she was on her way here and wanted to read it and if she didn't like it she wanted it taken down. I told her feel free to come read it all she wants but it's anonymous so shes just overreacting.
A few minutes later there was a knock at my apt door. Amanda came walking in pretty quickly. Her hair tied up in a ponytail, she had her work clothes on still so I could tell she just got out. She sat on my couch and told me "bring over your laptop, I want to read this story myself."
I handed her my laptop and she opened the folder erotic stories. She looked in amazement at it. "You wrote all these stories yourself?" I nodded yes and then clicked on her story to open it up. It wasn't hard to remember because it was quite the night to remember. I clicked The Sleep over file and it opened, I could see her eyes start scrolling left and right. At some points of reading it, I could see her face blush red so I knew she was shocked by the details of the writing.
I sat down on the couch and started flipping through tv channels trying to find something to watch. I could hear her next to me under her breathe every once in a while go "oh" or "wow" or "what the fuck?" I think she was enjoying reading about how our night together went with very detailed things expressed.
While she was reading it I asked her "how's things going with the boyfriend? You guys patch shit up or he still fucking girl's at the gym." Her boyfriend was a gym trainer which is where she met him. She shushed me and continued on reading, her eyes scrolling left and right fast. It was funny looking at the expressions on her face as she read.
After ten minutes she put the laptop down and looked at me with a blank stare. I knew she was trying to think what to say tho I wasn't sure if she would be pissed about it or impressed over it. She asked "and people liked this story?"
I told her they did. That her story got over 1.2k views, numerous likes and some people wanting a continuation of it. I opened up the site and showed her the numbers to her stories and the others that I had written that posted up on it. She scrolled through all the comments laughing about all the things people were saying.
She turned to me and said "so are you going to write a continuation? Apparently it's what the fans want."
I told her I didn't know how too, I write things based on real life situations so how can I write something that has never happened. She thought for a moment and said "well that was a lot more detailed then I would have liked but as no one on your social sites sees the links to your page, I guess it's not that bad. Did you write all of those stories?"
I told her yep, that at night I sit on the couch and I start writing a story about an event that happened and it just kind of starts writing itself. She laughed about that and then stood up and looked down at me.
"Well, if the fans want a continuation of the story, maybe i should give you some inspiration to continue it on." As she said this, she began pulling her work shirt off. Pulling one arm free and then the other, pulling her shirt fully off she tossed it down onto my face. She stood there smiling down at me wearing a pushup purple laced bra. She had B cup breast and was self conscious about them tho i never understood why.
Looking up at her before anything else happened I said "are you sure about this? I don't need any drama with your boyfriend." She laughed about it and then kneeled down on top of me. Her knees on each side of me, she pulled her hair out of the pony tail letting it fall and flow freely. She reached over and pulled it over her shoulder. Damn did she look hot as fuck.
She leaned in close to my ear and whispered "fuck em. What he doesn't know won't bother me. He wants to cheat on me, well I'll have some fun too and besides, gotta give the readers what they want right?"
She began sliding her tongue along my ear. It sent shivers down my spine. She then was kissing my neck and sliding her tongue up and down it. I started thinking "you know what, if I'm going to make content to write about, I'm going to make it as spicy as fuck." While she was licking my neck, I grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled it back bending her head back. Her throat fully exposed and causing her breast to push out even further in her bra.