For those of you out there who have been closely following my life story you are probably aware that I started writing sex fantasy stories and posting them on a fantasy web site. It is something I have been having fun with for several months now. Far from being embarrassed about it, it is not something I keep a secret. I readily tell my friends about my new hobby, though usually only if they ask me what I have been up to lately. Nobody seems particularly shocked when I tell them. Most of my male friends just don’t really seem that interested. I literally have to put them in the stories to get them to read them. Yes, Pete and Joe are both friends of mine. As for women, it is not something I would normally bring up on the first date. I think you can understand that. But, after a while it is bound to come out.

So, after dating a new girlfriend for a couple of weeks, I started to show her my stories. Linda actually read the first dozen or so and didn’t leave the room running. I took that as a good sign.

“So, did you like anything I wrote?” I asked cautiously.

“Um, yes…I think some of them are funny,” She started, “I just read the one where you say Grace. Did you really do that?”

“Hey I’m a Catholic boy, I was taught to say Grace before I eat.” I answered honestly.

“A good Catholic boy, huh?” She giggled.

“Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?” I added.

“So, are you working on a story now?” She inquired.

“Ah, yes.” I answered.

I explained to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was having difficulty with the sex scene. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a necessary evil.

“So, you think sex is a necessary evil?” She asked with a grin.

“I didn’t say that.” I responded, “I said I’m starting to think of the sex scenes in stories as a necessary evil.