Since ‘true confession’ stories are all the rage these days, I thought perhaps it was time I wrote mine. This is the real story about how I was inspired to write award-winning erotica--by losing my virginity to one of the greatest lovers of all time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! >:-)
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I changed into my knee-length nightshirt and turned out my light, but I didn’t get in bed. If I did, I knew I’d start touching myself—it was a habit too deeply ingrained to break—and then I’d fall quickly asleep. I didn’t want to fall asleep; I wanted to stay awake and see if Max wandered around the house naked!
I didn’t have long to wait. His bedroom was just down the hallway. About an hour after he’d closed the door firmly behind him, it quietly opened again. I was instantly on my feet. Silently I opened my own door, just in time to see his lanky figure wandering slowly around the far corner. Was he naked? I wasn’t sure, because the house was wreathed in shadows. But I thought so…
