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Dream Job

As a writer, Amanda was facing a somewhat unusual problem. Not that she was ever short of inspiration; rather, she had too much of it. As she always liked to say, she could not control the dazzling speed of the stream of dirty fantasies running through her mind. This might seem like an insurmountable obstacle for a writer. But in her case, it was not, for she was entirely specialized in erotic fiction. She was only frustrated that her writing could not keep up with the pace of her imagination.

On this particular Friday afternoon, her thoughts were quicker than usual, preventing her from laying down a clear plot. Tired of chasing a focus that kept eluding her, she decided to give up and let her mind wander. She tried to recall how she ended up with such an unusual career.

Everything started while she was studying literature at the university. On her lonely evenings at the dormitories, she had discovered the joy of "edging": she would bring herself to the brink of orgasm, stopping there and starting to please herself once more after a short break. Again and again. She would delay the orgasm as much as she could, usually going several days without climax, but getting as close as possible. However, inevitably, she would take things too far and, both relieved and disappointed, find herself crushed by waves of orgasmic pleasure.

After a few years of this practice, she became quite frustrated with her masturbatory routine. The skin of her genitals tended to become ...

... irritated from the repeated rubbing, and with time, she found it increasingly harder to consistently reach the edge. She tried to quit, but normal, quickly-reached orgasms had become boring to her. The fun stopped as soon as it started, and she was yearning for never-ending pleasure. She would have lost all interest in sexual matters if, one day, while roaming the university library, she had not found a misplaced volume of erotic fiction.

Out of curiosity, she picked it up. Although she originally did not expect much from this reading, she could not help noticing the increasing wetness between her tights and the growing tingling of her clitoris. Intrigued by the curious response in her body, she focused more on the text, being careful to picture in her mind every scene depicted in the outrageous novel. Increasingly, she felt an irresistible urge to touch herself. But she was in a respectable library, so this was out of the question. Still, she went on with the reading, and the desire became so strong that she could feel it physically, as if the book had invisible hands stroking softly all the sensitive parts of her body. Shivers of pleasure were sparkling in her lower belly, spreading all the way to her thighs. Her nipples were fully erect, and her clitoris was engorged. She knew that a single touch down there would be enough to send her over the edge. She had discovered a new passion, which she would pursue for the rest of her life: filling her mind with dirty fantasies while ...