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Perky tits. The smell of coffee was thick in the air at the small local coffee shop that Harry had pulled into. It had a familiar somewhat scrappy smell of a coffee machine that sputtered to life every morning and labored its way till closing. The smell had become something of a routine for Harry, something he couldn't see himself starting his day without, along with the perky titted barista who served him every morning.

She was a young, petite girl with a sleeve of tattoos, a snakebite piercing under her lips and a wild chameleon hair that changed color every other day. She was the kind of girl he thought he'd be able to easily woo with his big money book deals and leashed Range Rover. He wasn't even sure why he tried to woo her, he wasn't her type. At least he didn't think she was, with that small almost boyish chest and her standoffish nature. Yet he still found himself thinking about those perky tits and that forced smile whenever he came into the coffee shop, so much so he didn't hear her the first time.

"Your coffee mister Thornton!" The barista said a bit louder this time, still keeping her voice honey. Processed but sweet. Harry snapped himself out of his dreamlike state, shaking his head a bit as he realized his eyes were directly on her chest. _Fuck._He looked up to meet her eyes as he took the large Double espresso from her, feeling the emanate off the cup as his fingers wrapped around it.

"Thanks...sorry, was plotting out a book!" He said with a disarming smile. The barista nodded, her short hot pink hair flowing a bit as she bobbed her head. Harry wondered if she bobbed her head like that when she went down on a cock, more importantly his cock. Without a word he pulled out a crisp five dollar note and slide it into the tip jar, erecting a small grin from the barista before he took off towards his car.

It was a brisk early March day, bits of snow left on the ground in winter's attempt at a final assault as spring took its foothold. Harry strode towards his four year old Range Rover, a deep metallic blue shell that kept it from showing its age as readily as some of the other model colors. He placed his coffee cup in the cup holder as he reclined back into the heated leather seat as the engine purred to life. Despite spring's confident march forward, winter was a stubborn old bastard who refused to give up without a fight, frequently a bloody one. Harry closed his eyes and felt the heat prickle up his spine. He felt like he could fall asleep in this parking lot almost, save for the fact he had a job to get to, and a throbbing cock to take care of. He cracked open an eye to look at the time, not even nine in the morning. He had the time in the world, more than enough time to think about those perky tits. He let himself drift back into his world of dreams, his hands down his pants.

He was at the 8 Ball. A seedy roadside motel in Portsden. A city constantly shrouded in rain clouds. A city that Harry's hard boiled hero, Max Morgan, called home. His wrists were bound to a bed, the same bed that Max Morgan had laid women in. Standing before him was the perky titted barista, totally nude save for a pistol holster on her left leg and a pair of stiletto high heels.

"We've got to stop meeting like this Detective Thorton!" She said in a thick German accent as she crawled atop his naked body, running fingers over his perfectly chiseled abs and up his pectorals, grabbing his broad, chiseled jaw in her fingers.

"Indeed we do!" Harry replied, his voice sounding more like Max Morgan's than Harry Thornton's. He looked over to the night stand to see a German Luger sitting on it as casually as an alarm clock. "Packing heat I see." He said cool and confident as ever. The femme fatale licked her lips, letting her perky tits bounce as she settled down to straddle over his groin.

"Always!" She said as she continued to stroke his now rock-hard, throbbing cock. "You can never be too careful!" She bent down, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and bucked and play fought against his restraints. He watched her head bob as her tongue dashed across the slit of his cock head, his orgasm filling up in his loins to the orchestra of rain and never ending police sirens outside.

Harry opened his eyes. 9:07 AM. His pants were slightly moist. He sighed and shook his head as he finally pulled off the emergency break and started his drive and back to his house.

Harry pulled into 'work' not ten minutes later, his boxers still a bit moist from the pre cum he had leaked during his morning coffee run. Working from home tended to muddle things in the grand scheme of what was 'work' time and what was personal time. Harry had originally planned the coffee runs to be strictly professional when he had moved to writing full time following the success of his first novel. But women always seemed to get to Harry in some way or another, and before he knew it the coffee runs were less about the coffee and more about the girl serving it. Just another woman for him to pine over and plow in the depths of his imagination. His fantasy in the car wasn't the first time he thought of the barista like that, nor would it be the last. It was the first time he planted his sexual fantasies into the fantasies he used to make money however.

Harry stepped out of his car, glad he was wearing a faded pair of dark blue jeans, much like the metallic blue of Range Rover, they didn't show dirt and they didn't show age. The rest of Harry's body made up for the jeans not pulling their weight in showing age. A forty-five was the pistol Max Morgan used in Harry's books, and turning forty five felt like a bullet in the gut. He wasn't even sure why it did, he was well off, wasn't fat, wasn't ugly, had his hair, and had a more than healthy libido. Regardless forty five had changed him, made him buy a Range Rover and designer jeans, made him hire a secretary and resign to the fact his wife was likely never going to have sex with him again. He figured forty six couldn't be any worse.

When Harry walked through the door of his large house in his upscale neighborhood he was greeted by his best, and perhaps only true remaining friend; Logan. A five year old Australian shepherd who's fur was a deep brown. Harry smiled as he bent down to pet his best friend, looking into the dog's constantly excited looking green eyes, his tail going a mile a minute behind him.

"Hey buddy, you miss me?" Logan barked excitedly in response as Harry tussled his fur. He had of course been gone for all of a maximum of maybe thirty minutes, but who knows how long that was to a dog! Harry loved dogs, they were the only animal stupid enough to love you unconditionally! He continued to pat his dog as he heard footsteps coming towards him down the hall towards him and Logan.

"That damn old dog, Mister Thornton, damn near knocked over all them fine picture frames!" Abrianna said, waving her meaty finger at Logan as she ratted the dog out to his Master in her thick Jamaican accent that almost made her sound like some kind of raving mad reggae artist. Harry laughed as he stood up.

"Abrianna, it's fine! Those frames aren't worth shit anyways!" Abriann Williamson was an older black woman who despite living in the US for decades kept her thick Jamaican accent. She was the only women in Harry's life that he didn't fantasize about fucking, at least not constantly. While by no means obese Abrianna was clearly a woman who was more than happy to serve or take a second helping of food and that extra layer of fat only measured to enlarge what were already fairly monstrous tits of hers. Her breasts jiggled as she shook her head and scoffed in that manner that only a cleaning lady very confident in her job security could. "Well I don't want to see hide nor hair of him while I'm dusting. Lest my boy get a special steak when he gets home from college!" Harry laughed. Abrianna's son was a college football star or something, she told him once but he couldn't remember; he was too busy staring at her tits.

"Alright Abrianna, I'll take him into the office with me!" Harry said, gently guiding Logan with him to his home office. Harry's home office was a two room suite, or more was one large room that Harry later built a wall into after he hired a secretary. His secretary, Debbie, was sitting at her desk her nose buried into a cheap pop romance novel, loudly chewing bubble gum.

"Morning, Debbie!" Harry said as he opened the door to his office and sent Logan running in there, the shepherd's tail still wagging wildly!

"Morning, mister Thornton! The studio called while you were out, they want your optionation on who's going to play Max Morgan!" Harry cocked a brow, grabbing the fan mail off of her desk.

"You mean opinion?"

"Yes, that!" Debbie said. Debbie was a nice girl, a classic girl next door, more the one from porn than from an American classic however. She was the type of girl who graduated high school with a ton of 'extra credits' from lonely teachers. The kind of girl who wasn't going to get far with her brains, but would be able to carve out a decent spot in the world with her tits! Whatever God saved when making her gray matter clearly went right into those tits! Giant, bouncing orbs that ebbed and flowed with the confident saunter of an ocean. Harry wished he could bury his face in them for hours, days even.

"Alright, thanks Debbie! I'll give them a call!" Harry hurried into his office before he caught himself, or worse, Debbie caught him; staring at her tits. His secretary may be as dumb as a bag of rocks, but even rocks know where their tits are located. Harry closed the door behind him, watching Logan curl on his dog bed in his office. The office was small, with it being half a room re-purposed as a whole one, but he didn't need space to write a book. Everything he needed fit in snugly. Desktop, coffeemaker, stress ball, etc. Harry settled into his desktop. A sticky note on the screen caught his eye.

Harry,

Going grocery shopping, brought the VISA

-Kazumi

Harry sighed as he crumpled up the note, tossing it into the trash bin beside his desk! When Kazumi said food shopping, she really meant Nordstroms'. Why would someone who eats out at a different restaurant every night go food shopping. Harry sighed, his wife had barely spoken to him in years, maybe that was why he was just so frustrated all the time. He thought back to when he first met Kazumi. It had been at a publisher's gala ball. He was a hotshot young author with a bigger advance than he knew what to do with, she was an intern at the company more than ready to rise in the ranks. They bonded over expensive whiskey and stories about the stupid things they got up to in college. The kind of stupid things they were quick to repeat that very night when they had sex in Harry's hotel room, both fueled by a mixture of whiskey, lust and ambition.

"You know I don't normally do this!" Kazumi said, stirring her coffee. They were in a diner near the hotel room where the gala was held. It was a cold November morning in New York, the diner seemed like something out of a 50s movie, complete with an old jukebox in the corner, or at least it was made to look old save for the LCD touch screen.

"Do what? Sleep with charming, rising star writers?" Harry said as he cut into his steak and eggs. They were both absolute greaseball meals that his stomach would regret in a few hours and his arteries would regret in a few years. Kazumi smiled at his comment, her dainty hands curled around the steaming coffee cup.

"No, stay for the morning." They smiled at each other, and had sex three more times that day. Harry grasping onto her perky tits as she rode his cock. This continued between them for a year, days of parties, nights of sex, and before they knew it, they had rings on their fingers! And now, now she left him a sticky note telling him she was going shopping with his money. Harry let out a deep sigh as he opened the document for Max Morgan 4, and was met with an old friend. The blank page. The sharp whiteout glow nearly burning his eyes. This was the third day in a row where he sat in his office, just staring at the blank fucking page. Harry leaned back in his chair, reaching for the stress ball. He squeezed it tightly, letting himself drift into another dream.

Harry was roused by a knock on his office door, and an excited bark from Logan, he quickly set himself back up to look like he was working. "Come in!" He called. Debbie walked in holing a large manila envelope.

"This came in the mail!" She said as she handed it to Harry and went over to pet Logan. Harry looked over the envelope. There was no return address on it. He found that odd, normally when fans sent him things they added a return address, maybe in the hopes he'd tell them he'd forward their manuscript to his agent or something. He thought about tossing the envelope out, it wasn't really becoming for an author to read his fans' works, too much liability and chances of plagiarism accusations, but the blank page stayed blank. Fuck it. There was no return address so it's not like he'd even have a name or a face to put to the piece, he could always just claim it never arrived if it inspired him. He tore open the manila folder and a small, old book bound in cheap leather fell into his lap along with a small neatly folded note. Unlike the the personality and age that flowed off the book the note paper felt so milquetoast that it became the anomaly in the package He opened the note, looking at the 12 point, factory ready word document font.

Dear Mr. Harry Thornton,

I read your latest novel, In the Light of a Police Siren, recently. Your work still continues to entertain and enthrall me! However I can't help but notice certain, themes, in your more recent works. I do hope your sex life is healthy and frequent. Noticed you didn't dedicate this novel to your wife like your last three, I also hope everything is well on that front!

But I digress, I am sending you this letter and the package contained with it because I feel like you need something to spice up your life. If not for your sake for mine, despite my enjoyment of your novel the quality certainly has taken a dip compared to your earlier works! I hope the book works as many miracles for you as it did for me!

Yours Truly,

A Concerned Fan

_"_So what was it?" Debbie asked as she watched Harry crumple up the note and toss it in the trash. Harry leaned back, idly typing gibberish on his keyboard for a moment.

"Hate mail!" He said, putting the book on his desk. "All to get me to read his shitty book! Well props for creativity at least!" Harry looked back at the book on the desk. The paper used to make the pages was pulp. He hadn't seen pulp paper used on a book in so long. Running his finger along the reverse of the spine, feeling that old cheap paper brought him back to being a kid in the library, devouring tossed away dime store novels that now went on sale for pennies! The stories were barely worth the paper they were printed on, but they enthralled a young Harry. Stories of Highwaymen and private Dicks, femme fatales and dark wizards. Pulp novels had been good to him, he couldn't help but want to open up the book and see what it had.Already opened the letter, might as well go all in. He ran his hands over the cover of the book, the leather binding was rather haphazard, either a rush job or the book was old enough that the pulp paper wasn't a throw back. NOW he was curious. He cracked open the book, and the first page had no title, no copy right information. Just a list of phrases in fading ink.

Say these words aloud thrice, Meet desire twice

Ellaru

Mranfstor

Serveve

D-r----

The rest of the page's faded ink formed no coherent words, just jumbles of ink lines that struggled to form letters. Harry flipped the page, blank. He flipped the page again, blank. He ran through the rest of the book, only to be met with page after page of blank pulp paper. The entire book was blank save for the first page. He shook his head, was this some joke by that concerned fan? Harry looked back over the first page again. Say the words thrice!_He looked at the top word and shrugged. "Ellaru, Ellaru, Ellaru." He felt his brain lurch for a moment, as if the entire universe shifted around him. He blinked. _Jesus did I have a stroke?_He looked around his office. Everything was still in its proper place as far as he could see. The poster on the far wall was still a bit crooked, he'd have to fix that...eventually, Debbie and Logan were still in the corner, only now...Debbie was looking at him, with a_hungry look in her eyes. She stood up and strutted towards him, leaning over the top of his desktop monitor, letting her large tits hang over the screen.

"You know, Mister Thornton. You look stressed!" She said in a sultry voice. Sultry? Debbie had never spoken in a sultry voice, she couldn't even spell the damn word, let along apply it. Yet here she was talking to him like a surefire black widow! She slithered down to her knees, sliding under his desk as she started to unbutton his pants. "And I don't think I do enough to justify my salary!" She licked her lips as she pulled his pants open.

"D-Debbie, what the hell are you doing!?" Debbie laughed at Harry's question, reaching into his boxers to grab his cock, her soft hands running over his shaft.

"Oh don't act like you don't want this!" She purred out, continuing to jack him off. "I know you're pent out, I've seen how you look at me! I bet you want to just slide your cock right between my tits don't you Miiiiiister Thornton?" She purred, undoing her shirt and bra. Harry panted as she grabbed her tits and and engulfed his cock between them. "Get thrusting Mister Thornton!" Harry did indeed get thrusting. He rammed his dick between the soft ample flesh of her tits, feeling his cock throb and his loins burn with magma semen, as if he hadn't orgasmed in decades! And given how good this felt maybe he hadn't. He kept thrusting in between the soft, angelic flesh of her tits. He could feel his orgasm rising up in the head of his cock, ready to erupt all over Debbie's perfect tits. He bucked a few more times and howled out as he felt his cock start to spurt his seed all over her tits, strings of the hot cum escaping from his balls after what felt like decades of cuckolding himself! He panted as he felt the last of his orgasm finally escape his cock and coat Debbie's tits and face. She smiled and licked some of the stray cum off her lips.

"Can....can we go again?" Harry panted, his cock going flaccid for but a moment before a glance back at Debbie had him standing at full attention. She laughed.

"Of course, let me just go clean up and slip into something sexier!" Harry didn't even care that she'd be walking around his house naked, possibly running into Abrianna. He told her to hurry as he sat in his office that was now stationed on Cloud Nine. He looked at the leather bound book and kissed it. If he ever found out who that 'concerned fan' was, he owed them a drink. An expensive one! He thumbed open the book again, excited to see what other magics this thing could possibly conjure up!

Mranfstor

Mranfstor

Mranfstor

Harry felt the universe shift around him again, like his mind was lifted from his body for a moment. He shook his head, checking to see if the office had any discrepancies this time. As much as he was enjoying this he didn't want to accidentally destroy the universe just so he could get his dick wet! He looked around the room, everything was in order except. Where was Logan? He hadn't seen his Australian Shepherd follow Debbie out of the room! Before he could even start to panic that this spell might've killed his dog, the door to his office opened back up. He looked up expecting to see Debbie, hoping to see Debbie with Logan trailing behind her. Instead he looked up and saw a dog...woman. A dog woman, who looked to be based off an Australian Shepherd, dirty blonde fur, and voluptuous tits.

"What...the....fuck...." Was all Harry could mutter as she sauntered confidently into the room. She saw his shocked expression and laughed.

"What, still adjusting to seeing me naked?" Her voice was sultry, like Debbie's was. _Oh fuck._The dog brushed off her fur, walking over to him, noting that his pants were still down and his dick was still out. She smirked seeing it was right back to rock hard. "You know you humans are lucky!" She said, sitting down in Harry's bare lap, wiggling her furry ass over his cock. "Cum is an absolute bitch to get out of fur!" She licked her lips as she leaned in and kissed him. A rough passionate kiss, the kind with a lot of tongue and a nip or two, the kind of kiss Logan would give him when he got home from a book tour! Harry squirmed against it, but the dog woman was frightfully stronger than he was, and he was left having to endure the nips to his cheeks and the tongue nearly down his throat! His squirms eventually gave way to bucks, as his cock slid into her tight, virgin ass. She howled in pleasure, pulling her lips away from him and burying his face into her tits. Harry breathed in the sweet smell of flesh and fur, letting his skin be tickled by her fur. His resistance was going by the wayside more and more as he buried his face, and his cock in different parts of her, moans escaping his lips as he felt another orgasm build up. He kept bucking into her ass, feeling her buck in response, panting and moaning as he started to cum, shooting hot strings of cum into her ass as she howled and moaned, her tits slapping against his face as he nipped at her perky nipples letting his seed ooze down his cock as he kept his face buried in her tits, oblivious to the world until he heard the door to his office open.

"What the FUCK?!" Kazumi Thornton dropped her shopping bags, all from upscale department stores as she stood in the doorway, absolutely fuming seeing her husband caught with his secretary! Harry looked over to his wife, then back to the dog woman on top of him.

"Help!" was all he could mutter out, a swift dragging back to reality that he was being straddled by a woman who was a dog, or at least he could make that excuse to his wife!

"How could you do this IN THE HOUSE? For Fuck's sake is this why you can't get any writing done? Because you're too busy fucking your secretary?! For God's sake Harry! At least do it in a hotel room like a normal person!"

"Are you not concerned she's a fucking dog woman?"

"That's a bit rude!" the dog woman said, as she got off of Harry. His head lurched, why was his wife not concerned about this at all? Why wasn't he concerned about this? Why did it seem less shocking to him that Debbie was a dog. Wait, Debbie? Was it Debbie? Harry shook his head as memories flooded his head, new memories that contrasted his own, but made sense none the less. He looked down at the book on his desk, his eyes widening as he realized that IT must be the cause of all of this. He couldn't help but laugh a bit, then he started laughing more, almost in hysterics!

Elaru

Elaru

Elaru

Harry smiled as he felt the universe shift around him. His wife's angry face twisted and congealed into one of lust. She looked to Debbie, the dog woman wagging her tail as the pair walked towards Harry, who leaned back in his chair excitedly, watching the two woman work their way towards him like hungry cats around a gazelle. A gazelle they were going to fuck the brains out of! Before Harry could gleefully take his spot in the women's feast, Abrianna appeared in the doorway, peaking in. "Everything alright in here? I heard shouts!" Harry nearly jumped out of his chair, his cock still hanging out as Abrianna looked in, a mixture of shock, judgment and 'excuse me!' in her eyes. Harry stumbled over himself to put his cock back in his pants.

"Yeah, yeah! We're fine!" He said, forgetting about the two women flanking him for a moment. He stared at Abrianna, at her large tits and curvaceous frame and licked his lips. His thoughts went back to the book.

Mranfstor

Mranfstor

Mranfstor

Once again the universe shifted, and two women flanked him. Debbie, still nude with a stray strand or two of cum in her dirty blonde fur, her large tits hanging out and her tail wagging. Kazumi stood next to her, the petite Japanese women was gone. Now there was a thick, voluptuous woman with brilliant dark skin and massive tits. Her face held that Asian pettiness in its curves, but everything else was pure Abrianna, big, black and beautiful! Harry finished zipping up his pants as he stood up from his desk chair.

"Maybe we should take this somewhere more intimate!" He said, snatching up the book as he lead the two women out of the office and up the stairs. He clutched the book tightly in his hand as they ascended to the second floor. If Harry ever met this concerned fan, he'd probably kiss their ass in appreciation. His cock was throbbing as fast as Debbie's tail was wagging as the opened the door to the Master Bedroom. For so long the large room, well furnished with expensive amenities and a large plush bed had felt so empty, but now it felt like he was walking into it for the first time. Like his entire life had been given a restart. He placed the book on the nightstand, smiling as he and Kazumi stripped naked with Debbie, already nude, watching excitedly. The more he looked at the two of them, the less he remembered anything before the book. He watched Kazumi crawl onto the bed, spreading her beautiful thick body that was his for the taking. Harry crawled on top of her, grabbing her large soft tits as he slid his cock into her, feeling a familiar comfort as the fleshy walls of her vagina tightly cuddled his cock.

There's some things that can never be reproduced no matter how hard one tries. And the feel of being in a woman who wants you in her is one of those. Harry worried he would never have sex with Kazumi like the sex he had with her the night they first met, but this was even better. Every inch of her dripped in voluptuous beauty, her eyes glared with a hunger as he thrust in her, burying his face in her large soft tits, kissing and nipping them. She held his head in her soft flesh as he felt his orgasm start to rise again, as hot and ready as if he hadn't orgasmed not twenty minutes ago. He thrust deeper and deeper into her, her moans of excitement like a thousand angels singing in his ears. To have sex with someone who didn't roll their eyes during it was enough to have him already leaking inside her, hot streams of cum escaping his penis as she moaned and he shivered, feeling a trillion little explosions of pleasure as cells released endrophines like fireworks inside of him. He panted as he pulled out, looking down at her sweet black cherry pussy, coated in his cum. Kazumi ran a hand along her cunt, scooping up a bit of the semen and eating it like ice cream. "You know, I haven't climaxed yet!" She said with a hint of a Jamaican accent. "Think you could help out a bit more?" Harry wasn't normally one for cunnilingus, but he felt compelled, felt allured to. He lowered his head down into her sex, picking up the scents of his own musk mixed with hers as she spread open her pussy for him. He let his tongue slide into the black cherry, the taste driving him wild as it took all his composure to not just start lapping at wildly. He felt her hand press on the back of his head, keeping him in place, not that he would ever want to leave from the alter of her pussy! As he happily worked his tongue against her clitoris, feeling muscle on muscle and hearing her moans of pleasure, he felt Debbie's furred hands plant on his own ass cheeks. He wondered if he would be getting a tongue massage of his own, the thought enthralled him even more. He felt her start to lick his ass, messy wet dog kisses over the pucker of his hole. Debbie touched herself as she licked Harry's ass, getting it good and wet. She pulled back as Harry remembered something about Debbie's combination. Logan was a male dog. Debbie growled contently as her cock emerged from her vaginal sheath. A large pink, canine cock that eagerly spearheaded it's way right into Harry's freshly lubricated asshole. He screamed and squirmed, muffled by Kazumi's pussy as she held him in place.

"Come on Harry, fairs fair!" Debbie said as she rammed her cock into his ass. "We got you off, now you get us off!" She slapped him on an ass cheek as she reamed into him. Kazumi kept her grip firm on his head, pulling at his hair a bit to keep him licking. It only took another couple thrusts of Debbie's cock to get Harry's tongue back out against Kazumi's clitoris! Debbie kept reaming Harry, hearing Kazumi moan as she straddled against his tight virgin ass! Her thick cock sliding against the walls of his flesh, feeling him squirm as she bucked into him. She'd been carrying a full load for weeks now, with nothing to put it in. Her tail continued to wag as she felt her seed build up in her cock. Hot white cum that nearly burnt on it's way out of her cock and into Harry, filling up his virgin ass hole! She felt her cock knot inside of him as she howled and growled in pleasure, dragging claws down his bare back. She looked up to Kazumi, licking her fangs. "He get you off yet?" Kazumi shrugged.

"He's trying, so I'll give him that!" Debbie laughed, slapping Harry on the ass again.

"Well once I unknot, I'll come over there and show him how it's done!" Debbie said, murring as she felt her knot in Harry's asshole. Kazumi smiled as she reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the book to pass the time while she waited for Debbie to unknot. She flipped to the first page.

"Well this is a weird book. I don't even know this word.Mranfstor?" Harry's eyes shot open wide with terror as he started to squirm and struggle again. Kazumi easily held him down with her free hand. "Hey you, no getting up until you get me off!" She said dismissively.

"Mranfstor?" Debbie asked. Harry screams were muffled as he kept squirming, trying to escape from the pair. "Well it seems to get him going!" Debbie said, noticing Harry's quick, excited movements.

Mranfstor

Mranfstor

Mranfstor

Harriet woke slowly. Hir bed sheets were stained with with the sweet liquid of cum. Shi figured shi must have had a damn good dream given the amount that was there. Shi felt invigorated, like hir writer's block had been torn apart while shi slept. Shi stood up ready to face the day, her cock throbbing inside hir pussy. Shi looked over to hir night stand, a letter sat there signed and sealed.

Dear Harriet Thornton,

I've heard you've had issue with working on your latest novel! It happens to the best of us, and I assure you that you are one of the best! I'll certainly be keeping you in my thoughts as I hope you can overcome any difficulties keeping you from your work. I have a feeling that you should find a number of your stresses relieved very soon.

Yours Truly,

A Concerned, Faithful Fan

Harriet smiled. Shi did feel like she had been relived of a number of stresses, so much so that they barely registered as memories to hir, like they were all just some distant dreams had by someone else. Shi stretched as shi got ready for hir day, ready to pound out the words on the page. But first shi needed some coffee and some perky tits.