Encounter with an Admirer
Oh, dear! I’m so embarrassed—but so excited too! I’m being fully overcome by the sex craze, just as when I was a secretly effeminate young teen playing girlfriend for imaginary boys—and now I’ve actually >agreed to meet you for sex!
It’s been a long time since I had sex with a man. I did it with quite a few men in my 20s, but I stopped before I was 30. And yet, when you told me about the orgasms you’ve had while reading my books—well, I just couldn’t resist!
I’ve always had such a weakness for admiration, you see. When gay men used to admire my pretty face, my girlish little breasts, and my remarkably big, girlish butt, I was thrilled. When you let me know you admire my sexy books, I was even more thrilled. And how thrilled am I now—when you’re actually approaching me as I sit on the park bench near my secret hideaway, where we’ve agreed to meet?