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There was no way that he was likely to start writing erotic fiction, but she figured that they could certainly role-play a little sexual flirting. "Let's see who's been in touch with Sarah over the last two weeks," she thought to herself as she scrolled through.
She was married to a very handsome engineer named Alex.Sarah X was a pen name she had written under once in college when writing for a political publication and she had day dreams about the exciting life Sarah led in an inner Sydney apartment with a full sex life and pumping out pornographic stories for the masses. She wanted to attract people to her stories and had to admit that she found the idea of turning strangers on thrilling.So she had settled for a picture of herself sitting at her computer with just her ample cleavage showing.At first she had just set up an account under the name Sarah X.After all, she didn't have any control over who was reading the stories and didn't want some weirdo stalking her.But inevitably she would feel the time weigh heavily on her hands after the kids went to bed and found herself having more and more lurid fantasies. Her stories would involve anything she found herself thinking about late at night as she masturbated in bed.
Sometimes they were things she had done and liked to dwell on, sometimes they were things she wanted to try.
So he had joined what was known as the FIFO (Fly-in-fly-out) workforce, and whilst he was on-site for weeks at a time she looked after their beautiful home and two children back in Brisbane.
Whenever he came home for a weekend or longer they would just about wear each other out with their fucking.
At university Emily had studied journalism and been a very keen creative writer.
Back then she had written everything from Harry Potter fan fiction to melodramatic regency romances.
And sometimes they were things she didn't believe she would be able to talk about, even with Alex.