Hello dear LPSG,
I’m an escort who would love to turn my passion for writing into something fun, sexy, and a little escapist.
I‘ve created a newsletter — which will feature my erotic experiences, along with my personal narration of them with my deep, masculine voice, plus other sexy musings and thoughts.
It’s called When The Lights Turn Off…
mikeember.substack.com/ (Just paste into your browser.)
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Here’s a sample of an Erotic Moment I decided to write about, that will be featured in each newsletter.
— Click the video to hear me narrate
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This morning, I was at the coffee shop when I spotted a very sexy man chatting with his friend at a table outside. He was slender; in his mid-30s and about 5’9, with dirty ginger hair covered by a light blue and white baseball cap. But the thing I noticed most was his legs. You know how many people have a foot fetish? That’s how I am with legs. I alternate wanting to gorge on or be crushed by thick, hairy legs. This man was wearing ocean-blue short shorts, as the hamstring muscles from his hairy thighs spilled and spread themselves out along the bench as he sat. I kept trying to find excuses to turn in his direction, to feast on him with the faintest of glimpses. He had these high Nike socks and a small hoop piercing in his inner ear — plus a small brass ring on his finger.
To me, this signals two things that make me lust even harder: One, he was gay, and two, he was taken. I hadn’t jerked off this morning — I still haven’t — but all I wanted was for it to turn into some Romantic Comedy. I wanted to find the flimsiest reason to talk to him— oh, sorry, will you watch my bag; oh, sorry, could I borrow your extra chair; oh, sorry, do you need someone to swallow your cum. Any would have sufficed. Alas, after an hour, I watched him get on his bike, as his ass-cheeks pressed tightly into the seat, and those hairy calves of his flex as he peddled away.
Maybe I’ll write about him in an upcoming story. That’s the beauty of Erotic Fiction — all of our desires can manifest. I hope I can trust you in sharing mine — and that you can trust me in sharing yours.
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In addition to conveying my experiences, I’ll also be sharing story ideas for erotic fiction that might interest you, since I’m also a writer.
My latest work was this, a 15-page short story called Touching Down. I commissioned it for a client, custom-made based on what he told me would most excite him:
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ABOUT:
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I’ll be sharing story blurbs like this in each newsletter, and also be soliciting feedback from subscribers so I can know what would excite you the most.
So, I really hope you consider subscribing. I really look forward to meeting each and every one of you, When The Lights Turn Off…
mikeember.substack.com/
I’m an escort who would love to turn my passion for writing into something fun, sexy, and a little escapist.
I‘ve created a newsletter — which will feature my erotic experiences, along with my personal narration of them with my deep, masculine voice, plus other sexy musings and thoughts.
It’s called When The Lights Turn Off…
mikeember.substack.com/ (Just paste into your browser.)
————————————————————————————-
Here’s a sample of an Erotic Moment I decided to write about, that will be featured in each newsletter.
— Click the video to hear me narrate
This morning, I was at the coffee shop when I spotted a very sexy man chatting with his friend at a table outside. He was slender; in his mid-30s and about 5’9, with dirty ginger hair covered by a light blue and white baseball cap. But the thing I noticed most was his legs. You know how many people have a foot fetish? That’s how I am with legs. I alternate wanting to gorge on or be crushed by thick, hairy legs. This man was wearing ocean-blue short shorts, as the hamstring muscles from his hairy thighs spilled and spread themselves out along the bench as he sat. I kept trying to find excuses to turn in his direction, to feast on him with the faintest of glimpses. He had these high Nike socks and a small hoop piercing in his inner ear — plus a small brass ring on his finger.
To me, this signals two things that make me lust even harder: One, he was gay, and two, he was taken. I hadn’t jerked off this morning — I still haven’t — but all I wanted was for it to turn into some Romantic Comedy. I wanted to find the flimsiest reason to talk to him— oh, sorry, will you watch my bag; oh, sorry, could I borrow your extra chair; oh, sorry, do you need someone to swallow your cum. Any would have sufficed. Alas, after an hour, I watched him get on his bike, as his ass-cheeks pressed tightly into the seat, and those hairy calves of his flex as he peddled away.
Maybe I’ll write about him in an upcoming story. That’s the beauty of Erotic Fiction — all of our desires can manifest. I hope I can trust you in sharing mine — and that you can trust me in sharing yours.
———————————————————————————-
In addition to conveying my experiences, I’ll also be sharing story ideas for erotic fiction that might interest you, since I’m also a writer.
My latest work was this, a 15-page short story called Touching Down. I commissioned it for a client, custom-made based on what he told me would most excite him:
ABOUT:
“Coach, I need a minute.”
Panting, with his hands on his knees, Tommy forced the sentiment from his mouth; a star quarterback interrupting practice would face harsh consequences. But as Tommy examined his calloused hands and his forearm’s bulging veins, a voice rang inside his head.
Stroke your cock.
His hands slowly moved up and down the spandex stretching around his massive, muscular thighs. What was causing this urge? His cock was like a fire hydrant waiting to burst. Was Dean feeling the same? Tommy motioned down to Dean at the 20-yard line.
Follow me.
Tommy was taking Dean to the one place their teammates — and the ever-gazing Coach Moss — wouldn’t look for them: a bathroom stall.
There, things will take a turn the two best friends never saw coming.
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I’ll be sharing story blurbs like this in each newsletter, and also be soliciting feedback from subscribers so I can know what would excite you the most.
So, I really hope you consider subscribing. I really look forward to meeting each and every one of you, When The Lights Turn Off…
mikeember.substack.com/
