It Started With A Story

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ATTENTION YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND I WILL NOT BE REPEATING IT BEFORE EVERY CHAPTER WHEN EXPLICIT CONTENT IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE. I AM STRICTLY AN R-RATED WRITER. IF THAT OFFENDS YOU OR YOUR NOT INTERESTED IN RAUNCHY SEX SCENES AND DOMINATION DO NOT... I REPEAT DO NOT CONTINUE.

I HAVE WARNED YOU SO GO REPORT SOMEONE ELSE

Have you ever read stories of romance. Story's of erotic fictions that had you aroused at every page. Stories that had the boy meets girl, girl pretends she isn't in love, guy convinces her and they live happily ever after.

Jeez have I read more then I could count. After every great story I could remember sighing in irritation that these stories were just that only stories.

There was no perfect fit guy with striking eyes looking into your soul. No man who said all the right things. Compliments at the right time. Rich with a mansion and eyes only for you when you walked in the room.

What there is though is guys asking for your number. Banging you before the week is up and if the pussy was good enough staying around. But eventually he would tire and leave then tell all his friends what a great blow job you gave.

Yet I read these stories anyway because I hoped somewhere in the world there was a small unfound state filled with these perfect men waiting for you to discover it. Silly but I hoped.

I looked up counting how many stops were left before I was to get off. Twelve left, I looked down flicking through my wattpad and began editing a story. I was in the middle of fixing typos in a sex scene when I looked to my left.

A Caucasian man with clear baby blues was peeking at my phone. Embarrassed I saved and clicked it off. I used the screen of my phone and tilted it slightly to the left to see his reflection. I wasn't surprised to see him looking at the screen therefore giving us eye contact. He smirked lightly then turned his head looking elsewhere.

What did he read? What did he see? I looked up eight more stops.

"Excuse me?" I tensed looking to my left. He was looking at me a gentle smile on his pink lips.

"Me?"

"Yes, I wanted to ask what that app was?"

"Oh, it's a site called Wattpad. People from all over the world who write submit their stories online. People also may read them. "

"Sounds interesting. I presume that was your story you were editing?"

I nodded and looked back to my phone in my lap. Movement to my left caused me to look over subtly and I watched him pull his iPhone out and go to the app store. He searched in wattpad to my surprise and downloaded it. When it was done he opened it and chose the guest option instead of signing up. He clicked the search option and attempted to pass me the phone.

I looked up at him but he only looked the opposite way. I smiled. What the hell he just wanted to see my book not my number. I typed in my name and added my story to his library.

Forced To Believe. My first ever story, my baby, my secret desires and wants all bundled up in a fantasy story. He took his phone back and I stood 42nd st coming up next. I looked down at him he nodded and looked down opening my story.

I walked to the train door nervous knowing the bio before the first chapter spoke plainly of what the story would pertain to. I exited the train cart and as I walked past the window I caught his eyebrow raised as his eyes scanned the page. I smiled as least he was intrigued.

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I left the radio shack smiling at my new screen protector and case. It was so hard to find note 3 accessories for a decent price but I had to get them. I hated when I saw people with phones all scratched up and the screen looking like it took a hammer to it. I looked around at a loss of what to do now.