" Oh, really?" she seemed surprised. "OK. So think about the hottest erotica you've read." OK." What is it?" she asked."Not telling," I smiled."Chicke...! Anyway, you know how your favourite erotica gets into your head and pings your secret fantasies?" Sure," I agreed."Well, writing it yourself is about ten times hotter because you use your own fantasies and have perfect earth-shattering sex every time. As you're writing it and editing it, it's like having super hot sex over and over. It's. The man grabbed some batteries and walked upstairs.When he reached the top, he spotted a scantily clad Sasha on the bed. The slender, waifish guy was wearing a yellow midriff tee, cutoff denim shorts, and pink ankle socks. He spotted a tripod with a camera mounted. He locked eyes with Sasha for about two seconds longer than what it was socially acceptable.“The remote,” Sasha prompted.“Oh yeah! Let’s try these.”The batteries solve the problem.“Need anything else,” asked Ronnie.“No, sir,” Sasha. Dog. No more talking. No more wearing clothes. No more walking on all fours or eating like a human. You’ll eat and drink out of your doggy bowls. You’ll wear a collar. You’ll be my new, favorite pet.”My thoughts burned so hard. My vision fuzzed dark. I swayed as Rick convulsed. He fell to the ground, shuddering as my commands fell upon him, changing his thoughts, molding them. And then he began ripping off his clothing, revealing that muscular body.God, it was a sexy body. And his cock ... He. ’ He said. ‘He hurt someone I love very much.’ ‘Kevin I love you too’ she said. ‘But I need to know, did you have sex with his girlfriend?’ ‘Yes I did.’ He said. ‘We had sex twice before you and I started dating.’ ‘I see.’ She said. ‘Why did you have sex with her?’ ‘I’m just a dumb guy who could not control his hormones.’ He said. ‘Maybe subconsciously I thought I was doing to him what he did to my mother.’ ‘So do you really love me or are you a dumb guy with his hormones going wild?’ she.