Author Archives: Victor Echo

Trying to get some inspiration

I have not written much lately. In fact, I have barely written a scene. So I am searching around for inspiration. Here is what I have so far for stories that have not been written. If you have suggestions, please, … Continue reading

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Porn is Boring

Maybe I am getting old. Maybe I have seen too much. Maybe it is a combination of both. Maybe it is something else, but lately I am finding that porn is boring. It could also be that there is so … Continue reading

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The Knife

Once upon a time, I knew a lovely lady who had a thing for the cold touch of steel on her skin. The more intimate the area, the wetter she would get. She could cum almost with the touch of … Continue reading

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Photographs and Memories

Just a little scene that passed through my waking dreams last night… He wished he had more photographs of her. That was only one of several thoughts that went through his head as he put his clothes away. “Do hurry … Continue reading

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Really, I Tried To Write

It really is 0130 on a Sunday morning, and I really am awake, but I am sitting under a pop-up canopy in a local park helping with an overnight ultramarathon run. These people are crazy, frankly, but all the lithe … Continue reading

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Undressing Without Me?

You know how much I like to watch.

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A New Story To Write

I wonder what it will say?

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I Like The View

I wish it was you, and it was only the beginning.

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Out For A Stroll

It was late enough in the morning that the commuters had already vacated the neighborhood, and early enough that the soccer moms had not yet stirred beyond their doors. Most of the houses were locked up, blinds down, ready for … Continue reading

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The Talent

It was the third day of a long session, and I could hear the fatigue in her voice. It mirrored my own on the other side of the glass. My ears hurt from more than twenty hours under the cans, … Continue reading

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