My cummings and goings

I just received this email about a piece of writing I did a couple of years ago for a Niteflirt listing. Many of you have told me how much you enjoyed it, but this letter I just received is now my favorite compliment.

Maybe I’ll be inspired one day to create a part 2 to that story….

Dear Beth,

Four paragraphs. Your listing, Cuck Queen, is only four paragraphs long. And yet, it is one of the most erotic pieces of writing I can recall reading. I surf around on NiteFlirt, enjoying the listings — and the pictures, too; who cares if they’re “real” — but don’t call very often.

Somehow, after repeated readings over several months, your listing continues to “get” me every single time. Every time! I love the build to the climax. Your details push my buttons just right: what if my wife actually is cheating? We never go to clubs, but that part hits the perfect tone anyway; it works anywhere. The suspicion about her lunch dates. Your description of her sweating and moaning — so sexy. And then suddenly, my wife is begging some dude to slap her ass, and I lose control. There I sit, with sticky hands, a damp forehead, and a sob caught in my throat.

I’m a little embarrassed writing this gushing fan letter, when you don’t know me from Adam. But I thought you wouldn’t mind the compliment. And, I’ve gotten so much enjoyment out of your writing, I think it’s only right that I send you a little something in thanks. Thanks!

Man. Four paragraphs.

Admiringly yours,
John Doe

This is for those naughty boys that like to perform. I would just love to sit back on the sofa with your wife and some of her very good friends and watch you jerk it for us. All of us ladies clinking our glasses together, giggling, whispering in each others ears as we watch you slowly stroking your cuckold cock. Your wife is telling us how her funny little cuckold husband is going to keep stroking it and find out just how long he can hold off before he spurts his cum.

How long do you think you could keep yourself from cumming all over your fingers? Every giggle would send you to the edge wouldn’t it? So humiliating to finally lose control and spurt cum all over your fingers isn’t it? The mingled laughter is not helping the situation. Worse, now you have a huge mess of cum to clean up.

Get busy boy.

A caller requested a visual of his favorite place to spend a call with me, and more importantly exactly where he belongs. Your Queen Beth