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A Note From Daddy's Little Slut~Muffin: This piece was sent to me by a very loyal reader who has become a very good friend in the time that I've been writing here at ASSTR. While at times the praise that he lavishes on my writing is almost embarrassing to me, I can't help but also feel honored, touched, and very flattered that someone takes so much pleasure and enjoyment from my stories.
Recently, he tried to explain to me the connection that my writing seems to create for him while he's reading my work. He asked me for permission to write about this connection in story form, and of course I agreed, but only on the condition that he allow me to publish it when it was finished. I've talked about the reaction that I strive to create for people who read my work; what you are about to read is a perfect example of what I meant. It's clear, concise, to the point, and very descriptive.
I'm somewhat self-conscious about this story, because it's written not only for me, but about me. It is, if you will, a tribute. But a deal is a deal, and without any further babbling from me, I am proud to be able to publish what I hope will only be the first story that we'll see from Brian.
Author's Note: I would like to thank Daddy's Little Slut~Muffin for giving me the confidence to write this, and for her kindness in allowing me to post it on her website, for which I feel honoured and privileged. - Brian -
Connection
by
"Brian"
Story Codes: F/g, M/F, Solo, Fantasy Posted: 4 April 2010
Hi. I'm Brian. An ordinary English guy, nothing special. Average height, average weight, average intelligence. In fact, you could call me Mister Average. I'm not especially good looking, certainly not God's gift to womankind, but then again, I'm not particularly ugly either. However I do have one attribute that could be considered to be above average. I have an incredibly vivid imagination. An imagination that has gotten me into trouble in the past, but nevertheless, an imagination that has given me an awful lot of pleasure.
I began reading internet erotica some five or six years ago. I would probably have started way before that, had I been aware that it was out there. I have read just about every kind of story that you could possibly imagine, and no doubt some that you couldn't, or wouldn't want to imagine. I have read stories that have made me feel physically sick. I have read stories that were so badly written, as to make me want to fast-scroll from first line to last in nano-seconds. I have read stories written by authors whose entire vocabulary consisted of nothing but four letter words, which is fine up to a point, but I would at least like to know that the participants get to know each other's names before they fuck. I have read stories dealing with so called taboo subjects, stories that I should maybe have felt ashamed to read, and even more ashamed to confess to becoming sexually aroused whilst reading them. Then there are the thousands of stories featuring guys that happen to be blessed with fourteen inch long cocks; cocks that just happen to equal the girth of an average adult elephant's trunk. Oh yes. I almost forgot about the young lady from Iowa, who uses her neighbour's black Labrador in order to fulfill her sexual needs.
Allow me to return to my vivid imagination. Over the years, there have been a handful of writers, sadly far too few, who have made me feel special. Special inasmuch that after reading their stories, I was left feeling so sexually aroused that I needed, and wanted to relieve myself through masturbation. Those writers were blessed with that all too rare talent of being able to turn mere words into pictures. One such writer is a good friend of mine. A nice American lady, who's pseudonym is 'Daddy's Little Slut-Muffin'. She is, in my opinion, an exceptionally brilliant writer whose work has had a profound and very deep effect upon me. I feel that there is a connection between us...a strong connection. Her stories seem so real, that I actually feel that I am there, and looking on. As stupid as this may sound, I feel that she is writing, not for her many thousands of fans, but for me...for me alone. I regard all of her work as special, but nothing else that she has written, has had such an effect upon me as "My Niece Janelle", and I can honestly say that Chapter Five is by far the most erotic piece of literature that I've ever had the privilege to read. Everything was so clear, so natural, so beautiful, and so believable.
...I can see everything so clearly. I am watching you Meagan, watching in awe, as you caress and fondle Janelle's young breasts. I am watching, spellbound, as you probe her young pussy with your hungry tongue. I'm looking on as you gently tease her tiny, erect clit with your fingertips, and I know that you are aware of my presence. I am imagining that I am doing these same things to you, cupping your beautiful, motherly breasts in my hands, whilst sucking upon your erect nipples...sliding my shaking hand slowly downwards over your belly, until I reach your pubic mound, before inserting my finger deep inside your warm, moist pussy.
I just wish that you could see me now MeIinda. I want you to be able to see me now, as I sit in front of my computer, with your words filling the screen. I want you to know that I can see you, sitting at your keyboard, and taking one of those breaks that you need to take occasionally. I want you to know that I'm watching you, as you slide your hand inside your panties, watching you, as you gently pleasure your moist pussy lips with your trembling fingers....Oh my God, Melinda, how I wish that they were my fingers, or better still, my tongue. I want you to watch, as I free my ever hardening cock from the confines of my pants. I want you to watch, as I begin to rub, slowly at first, and now with more rapid strokes. Now suddenly, the hand encircling my cock, is no longer my hand, but yours.
What I'm feeling right now, is almost indescribable. All I can tell you, is that I can feel that pleasant ache in my groin, the uncontrollable throbbing sensation as, with the help of your expert fingers, I near the point of no return.
Please don't stop, Melinda...Not yet. I want to watch you come...I want us to reach our goal together...I want us to make our "Connection" complete...
I believe that somebody once said, "There is nothing more powerful than the written word", and the written words of 'Daddy's Little Slut-Muffin', coupled with my vivid imagination, is a mighty powerful combination indeed.
~ The End ~
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