THE PSEUDONYMOUS GUIDEThe naming of names,Even in a landThat guarantees freedomOf speech,Dampens the libertine'sLiberty, so, instead,Of his or her giv...n name,The author of eroticaOften invents an inky alias,And, permitting him- or herselfThis single lie, is frankAbout the most intimateMoments that transpireBetween lovers lost to lust,And we readers seek moreBooks which bear the aliasOf such a wanton writer,Wanting to learn what heOr she has learned, to seeWhat he or she has seen;The authorial. I've seen porn and all, i just never...in person its just...i thought it was some kind of myth..." I shifted in my seat and trailed off. I felt my erection rub against my shorts. God he was huge. And I still couldn't take my eyes off of it. "Touch it," he whispered, almost gently, "It's not gonna hurt you."I hesitated. I couldn't let this go any farther."I can't," I pleaded, looking up at him, "What if someone comes in here?" I already told you not to worry about it, white boy," he admonished. With just the tip of histongue, he traced out the alphabet, a trick he had learned in boarding school.She was bucking her hips, and her murmurs became groans. ?Charlie, please,? shecried. ?What, sweetheart? What do you need?? he replied, with his face still buried. ?Oh, Oh,? she responded. He worked his tongue around her clit, slowly sucking it into his mouth andstretching it, then releasing it with a soft blow. She brought her hands downto his head, pushing him into her. :?Come on, Alice ,? he. With trembling fingers he picked up the note, assuming the worst he walked back to the kitchen where there would be light to read it. As he flipped on the kitchen light he smelled her perfume, it had always turned his head. Just her womanly scent had driven him senseless, he remembered back to when they first got married. The long nights he would hold her and make love to her, telling her all the things a woman loves to hear from a man. People would never believe he had a tender side, never.