You Make Me Feel Good: A note from the Author. (Patreon)

When I discuss new custom erotica with someone, I get this rush inside of myself. Learning about someone’s intimate kinks is taking a look into someone's mind and personality. The hesitation that I sometimes feel in others is something I can understand. They worry am I going to judge them. I get the question is this too weird? And let me say that nothing has been too weird for me.

I find myself diving deeper into topics I never considered inherently sexual, and in doing so, am learning that they can be quite sensual. I love the feedback. I sit and research the topics at hand. I learn about people, and that turns me on.

I find that now I think of their kinks and carry them with me. As I discuss with new clients, I find myself squirming in my own computer chair. I know that if I were to slip my fingers into my panties, they would come back wet. It is the best edging I’ve ever had in my life. Getting into the mindset of the person I’m writing for. Thinking of how they may get hard reading the words I have tailored for them specifically.

Sometimes I roleplay with strangers. I learn about the things that get them off. The way I can shift into a dominate, or submissive role, through writing is so delicious I can almost cum thinking about it. One person wants me to humiliate them in the streets, the other wants me tied up with their tongue to the delicate curvature of my foot. Both of them make me tremble with excitement as the words pour onto the page.

I feel my cheeks getting warm sometimes as I write. The sound of my fingers as they quickly graze the keys under them so quickly. There has been more than one occasion when I have to stop writing someone because the scene I’m describing is so intense that I have to cum right there and then. I lay back on the couch, and spread my legs to the fantasies of others, and it is so effective. The thought that I have the power to make someone touch themselves in the most intimate way.

I am living freely in the mind of people who pay me to write them deliciously salacious tales. The thought that I get paid for this feels taboo in a way. Like I am just barely one step removed from being a sex worker, and in some ways, I think that I am. Self-love feels like a way to connect to people. If you are reading this, I hope you are hard, or wet, or nervous, or excited, or all of these things. It is a strange, almost voyeuristic phenomenon.  Who knew that me, writing other people’s kinks, would be something that is in fact my own? Not all of these posts will be autobiographical, but I just want you to know where we stand. I want you to know that by you reading these words. By you getting excited, and climaxing, you are doing the same for me. Know that as I gain more support, I’ll be having more of my own orgasms. And isn’t that just the best? I think so…. So please, cum for me. It’ll be some of my favorite achievements in this world.