I told her how much I was looking forward to reading her other stories, as well—but that I was planning to limit myself to only one every few nights, to make them last. I picked a random Daddy-like cartoon image as an avatar, and said I was from Alberta, but didn’t include the name of our town. I still liked looking at the girls getting fucked, but their horrible acting and obviously fake moans really started getting on my nerves after a while. I banged one out that morning before getting into the shower, the same as I normally did, but from almost the moment I’d finished cumming I was able to think of little else but her. She was an author herself, not just a reader! I absently browsed, occasionally peeking into a topic that seemed interesting, but mostly just skimming titles and checking out the forum avatars of all the women I found.
