Coach Kristen - Sex Stories

Coach Kristen

... started on my novel.” “Then what have you been doing?” “Mostly I’ve just been writing sex stories and selling them to websites, and not for very much to be honest.” I emptied my beer, and waited for her to laugh at me. “Sex stories, huh? What kind of sex stories?” My face got warmer, and I looked at my empty beer glass. “Would you like to get another,” she asked with mercy in her voice. “Yes, please,” I replied. She took my glass from the coffee table and came back way too soon with a full glass of beer. She sat back down next to me; a little closer this time and asked, “So, what kind of sex stories do you write?” In spite of the beer and the Valium, I was still nervous about telling her what I wrote about. “Well, I kind of have a thing for…thicker women…and they are usually the type of women that I write about.” “Thicker women,” she asked. “What do you mean by “thick,”” she asked. There was a knowing smile on her face. “Thick as in big tits and a big ass; curvy, voluptuous… That’s the type of woman that turns me on to be honest. I just like women with big tits and a fat ass…” I stopped abruptly, realizing that I was rambling, and she looked at me. She was still smiling. “Well I meet at least one of those criteria,” she said, shaking her chest. “Don’t ya’ think? Then again, I think I have a pretty nice ass too.” “I’d say that you’ve easily met both of those criteria!” “Why thank you,” she said confidently. “But you still haven’t told me what types of stories you write; just ...

... the types of women that they involve.” “I don’t know,” I said. “What do you mean, “You don’t know?” You’re the one that writes them.” I took a deep breath. “Well, I write stories about thick women wearing lingerie, stockings and heels specifically. And in these stories, a man like me does dirty things to them.” “Sounds interesting,” she said. She shifted a little in her seat, and moved a little closer to me. “Meh. I guess… Like I said I don’t get paid much to write them. I’ve got a pretty decent rating though on most of the sex sites that I post on.” “Well, that’s good.” She downed her drink and sat it back on the coffee table. “Want me to get you another one,” I asked. “No thank you. I will get another in a few,” she replied, thanking me with a smile. So what about you," I asked her while continuing to nurse my beer. What do you do when you’re not coaching softball?” "Maybe I should go ahead and make that drink now." She jumped up off of the couch and walked towards the kitchen. I followed her, and while admiring her ass for a third time I said, "Come on! It can't be as embarrassing as writing sex stories about curvy women." She filled her glass with the open bottle of bourbon that was not the one that I brought, raised her eyebrows and cocked her head. "Believe it or not, what I do is worse." "You can tell me; I promise I won't judge. What does Kristen do when she's not on the softball field? Inquiring minds want to know." "Ok, but you promise you won't judge me?" "Yes, I ...