I opened my email and there was this…..my advice….sometimes stepping from ones bubble can offer untold delights. LMAO please write more erotica….
**A friend asked me if I ever write erotica. I said no, but decided to give it my best shot anyways…
Samantha sat over a cup of soft coffee, pondering the meaning of life; there were charts, tables, graphs, quotes, poems, and even the wrapper for a bar of dark chocolate.
Samantha sighed. She turned. A man stood in her door. Half of her breath took a walk.
He was big in every way you want a man to be big, and not in any way you don’t. His name was Steve, because sometimes big guys are named Steve.
“I’m Steve,” Steve said, his voice sounding and resounding as the Liberty Bell might have.
“…” Samantha said.
Steve smiled; it was the first and last smile ever created by God–the rest were made in China. Steve stepped forward, he wore only pants and oil. Samantha could feel his heat before…
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