The Author’s Role in Erotic Fiction

The comments section was filled with a mix of reactions to the erotic fiction story. Some readers were underwhelmed, while others were eager for more.

“I found this story pretty boring,” said one anonymous reader on October 10, 2016. “It lacked the depth and description I’ve come to expect from erotic fiction.”

A different reader, commenting on January 31, 2014, had a more positive response: “Thanks again for the post. Really thank you! Cool.”

However, not all readers were pleased with the story’s content or writing style. “Is it just me or is it the British writing style just sucks here?” another reader asked on June 8, 2013. “Seems very stilted and not very descriptive – could not get into this story at all. Like one of my wife’s police reports when she is trying not to get the reader horny.”

But others were clearly entertained by the story’s explicit content. “Hot and sweet fucking fuck story, hope to read more of your adventures with Barbara and her mom,” said a reader on June 4, 2013. “Hope that you eventually got to nail Barbara in that tight little ass hole of hers. Oh baby that would be so fucking sweet and tight…”

Some readers even suggested that the author continue the story, with one reader on June 3, 2013, asking, “You should write another story with Barbara and her mother and get them both pregnant.”

Another reader, commenting on May 13, 2013, was curious about the character of “Kimmie” and asked, “Let us in on this clue. More, more, more. Do you get to fuck the mom?”

Finally, a reader on May 10, 2013, simply stated, “Brilliant story – I’m looking forward to reading more of your adventures.”

And yet another reader on May 9, 2013, made a more explicit request: “Tell us how u fucked barbs mum an in wich holes.”

But perhaps the most enthusiastic reader of all was the one on May 9, 2013, who asked, “Please continue with this story. Did you fuck Barbara’s mom?”

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