“Now please don’t consider criticism to be negative when it is intended to help you make this better. I’m not going to use words like ‘I like ...t’ or ‘I don’t like it’. That’s irrelevant to our discussion. My personal tastes are not at issue. I’ll try to keep this as objective as I can within the realm of language and literature. Good enough?”“Yes, ma’am,” I said. I was already a bit dejected. I’d put my heart into this story. Toughen up, old man.“Okay. Let’s start with the story arc. I think. Oh to bad. I never got your name?JohnWill john I live on 5th and Kennedy. Let me know if you need anything.She turned around and started to saunter away.I looked down and saw her rump. Making it go up and down. Two days later she invited me over. I went over her house at about 1900 hours or 7pm.She told me to come in and it down, she wanted to cook me a welcome dinner. She sat me down. And went up stair and aforementioned that she would be right back. When Ashley came back down, she had on a. He bets the guys a round of beer that i could blow him and no one would notice in the bar, I was always up for a challenge so he pulled it out and i slipped under the table. His cock was like 9 inches long and thick. i suck it for like 10 minutes before he filled my moouth with his seed. i swallowed all of it and he stated this boy is a keeper. After the beer they asked if i would go with them to their house i said sure. this was a friday night . so we left and they had me ride with them. Stephen KingRural Road 1New Hampshire, USADear Mr. King, My friend Becky said she knew you and I entered this story contest but I didn't win anything so I thought I would send you my story. They didn't even give me any feed back. Could you please criticize it for me? By the way, I learned in my writing class that you should always edit a story before sending it out so I used my spell checker.The Love of Her LifeMary had never met anyone like John. He was the love of her life. They were so close.