I'm going to be really cheesy, but you can skip it if you want.

Thank you for your ongoing support for my work especially for the Novelist series. There were times I was thinking of giving up, but you gave me motivation. Also, thank you for being really patient with me. I tried to keep a consistent upload schedule but that went out the window. I hope you will keep reading my works and continue to support me.

If you don't want the cheesiness I will do my impersonation of Ranpo.

"100 people obviously know that I'm the superior writer. No the greatest writer in the whole world."

Please don't smite me.

I'd want you blindfolded, laying back against your pillows.

Rules are as such: you can't look, you can't touch, you can't move. I won't restrain you but you know better than to break your promise, don't you love?

I let my fingers and lips wonder all over your body, nipping at your ear there, kissing your neck here... Tracing the blue of your veins, the river of ink on your arm, the mounds, dips...

I finally get to discover just how low it goes when you blush.

I can hear the sharp intakes of breath when I pull you face between my breasts. I'm wearing the perfume you like, all musk and powder and sweat. I feel your tongue there, sneaking a taste. So quick that I thought I imagined it.

Maybe I did. You're being such a good boy after all.

I trace your tattoos, sometimes with my nails, sometimes with my tongue, watching you shiver and your hips jerk slightly. Is me getting acquainted with the story of Eve and the Snake too much for you? Are the poppies on your right, and the violets on your left raw nerve endings to make you tremble so much?

I straddle your thigh while I play with your strap, occasionally shifting myself to get a better angle. It's so difficult to find a good position to play with you, I have to readjust often, leaving a glistening trail everytime I move.

What's wrong, love? I just need to find out how snug your strap fits against you, if you feel it when I push against you like this. Or like that.

If you keep being a really good boy (and I know you will be), I'll lift myself from your thigh and grind on your strap, coating it with my wetness and biting my lips to stay silent so that all you can hear is the sound of my dripping wet cunt making a beautiful mess of you. But soon it gets too much and I have to slow down, but somehow the sensation doesn't stop, edging me closer, pushing me to the edge. But how could this be when you're being such a good...

I lose myself, cries soft and quiet as I collapse into you, wrapping my arm around you, looking for something solid as my body rocks under its own volition.

I pull your blindfold, and you know that you can move now. You hands roam and come to rest on my waist, pulling me closer as I come down to earth, panting softly, catching my breath.

"I don't know what happened, " I say, kissing your neck and nuzzling there, "I thought I was able to control myself. But I wasn't able to stop."

My lips migrate to yours, and I can feel them curve into a slight smile when I kiss you.

"You've been so good for me" I lace my fingers with yours, licking them slowly before lowering our joined hands between our bodies.

"Why don't you take your reward, pretty boy" I whisper in your ear, guiding you exactly where I want you, "you've earned it fair and square, after all."

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[hope I wasn't too late for the fantasy submissions]