kennedydaphne900

She’s a nobody, a struggling wubnovel writer pouring her heart into stories no one reads. Until him. Her first and only fan.

He comments on every chapter, sending long, heartfelt messages about how her words move him, how her characters speak to his soul, how she, through her writing, has become his entire world.

At first, it feels like validation. But then, it becomes more. Their connection evolves into a private and electric bond, fueled by her seductive prose and his growing obsession. Through late-night messages and steamy exchanges hidden in the comments of her chapters, the writer begins to craft her stories not for an audience, but for him alone.

He wants her. Needs her. Fantasizes about her constantly. But the cruel twist? She isn’t real. Or rather, not in the way he wants. She exists only as the idea she’s created, an unreachable goddess of words and fantasies.

As his obsession deepens, and her own loneliness drives her closer to him, they enter a dangerous game of desire and denial. She toys with him, weaving herself into his mind, his life, his dreams, but always remaining just out of reach. She knows he will never stop wanting her, but the truth is, he can never truly have her.

Loving my reader: An Authors Obsession A Readers Desire.

"Hello, reader?" She finally had some free time. Work had literally drained her to the bone this week.

She knew she would never meet up with MGs or WinWin because her time was stretched too thin.

Plus, she had to write 2k words today if she wanted her new book to get vetted.

"At your service, dear author." His reply came almost instantly, and she smiled. Texting him was the best part of her week.

"I missed you," she typed, her fingers hesitating for a moment.

"I missed you too... I missed you more. I've been waiting," he replied, and her smile grew wider. He sounded so sweet.

But it was just a text. It wasn't a definition of real life.

And in real life, this author didn't love herself.

"May we work on the next chapters so my work can get vetted?" she asked, steering her thoughts back to her priorities.

He sent her a gif of excitement. "Absolutely!"

"Then let's travel," she wrote back, her imagination sparking.

I walked slowly, my legs still trembling from my previous orgasm.

The dildo lay forgotten in the chair as you slipped into bed with me.

You looked at me with that strange mix of admiration and hunger that made me pause.

"I don't sleep with my one-night stands twice," I said, my voice low and cautious.

You smiled, your fingers threading gently through my hair, making my breath hitch. "I've never had anyone in this bed before."

My eyes widened at your words, but I didn't let them sink in.

Instead, I crawled over your thighs, my hand slipping into your boxers. I couldn't resist teasing you.

"You're hard for me," I whispered with a knowing smirk.

"Always," you murmured, your eyes glinting with something deeper than lust.

I didn't dwell on the meaning. My body moved instinctively as I guided you inside me, my head tilting back in a gasp as I adjusted to your size.

"God, you're big," I blurted, the shock breaking through my thoughts.

You chuckled, gripping my hips and moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Do you like it?"

My breathing quickened, and I gripped your shoulders for support. "Mmm… ngh… ah… I-" Words escaped me as pleasure overtook my senses.

"Come on," you urged, thrusting deeper. "Say something."

"Oh, I like it," I managed, trembling under your touch.

You kissed my neck, your lips warm and possessive. "That's it. You feel incredible, author… I've been meaning to do this since forever."

My mind was spinning, barely processing your words. Your hands found their way to my sensitive clit, sending me over the edge.

"Lawd," I gasped, nails digging into your shoulders as my body shook with release.

You groaned, your own climax following mine, and for a moment, the world felt still.

I stood up on wobbly legs, my mind clearing as reality crept in. "I need to go," I said, reaching for my clothes.

You grabbed my hand, your touch firm but not forceful. "Go? Why?"

I sighed, not meeting your gaze. "Because that's what one-night stands do."

The Writer