He was so good with me, he said lets have a rest, are you still excited, I said oh God yes, I want it so bad just got a nit worried it was Going to sp...it my ass, he smiled and said we can take our time James, turn over, I did so and he started wanking and sucking me again, he put mums panties in my face and carried on sucking me, is that nice Son he asked, I just nodded in ecstacy, Then he said I cant let that lovely hard cock go to waste, do you wanna fuck me James, I was so hoping he was. 3. add tags, lots of them don't overtly abuse them, but even if a hint is there, go for it. as one author put it, tags are free ad-boards. 4. always know your genre. don't post in dark fantasy if its about motherly love without mommy licking sons feet (on a chain). nothing pisses off a soft erotica romantic reader (and his wifes sister) than to find a woman raped sold and raped again in Zamobia. and yes, (you guessed it) erotica is read/written by feminists. exception to the rule ? ask "daddy".. ” “Not at all, it’s nice to be out the office on a day like this.” We made small talk as we made our way to the main entrance, a concierge waiting in the lobby to show us to the private lift. Once in the lift I pressed the one and only button on the panel, and the lift doors closed. With barely a whisper the lift began to rise. I turned to the couple; Mia was draped around Michael, whispering to him, her hand twisted in his soft brown hair. She looked somehow familiar, but I couldn’t place. After about 5 minutes of waiting she said Mr. North will see you now. She walked me down the hall way to a door with Mr. North's name on the door and under his name said president. I was feeling real excited about getting to interview with the president and was really excited about my chances. I walked in and introduced my self and handed him a copy of my resume he asked me to sit down while he looked it over. As he looked over my resume I was looking around the office it was a huge corner.