The full story of me and Mr. Davis - Sex Stories

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... those books would ever indicate that I had any chance to be a loving, caring person. I should be a self-centered, thoughtless sociopath. And yet I was quite the opposite. He really wanted to write a scholarly book about my life.

I was dumbstruck by that idea. I never thought anyone would give a rat’s ass about my life, and I certainly never thought anyone would want to document it. This was something I could not process. As soon as Mr. Davis mentioned the idea of writing a book about my life, he got incredibly excited about it. I did not want to do it. I had too many skeletons in my past that I had whitewashed when telling him my life story. How would he feel after learning that I had a lifelong search for a daddy figure? And that I always got kicked out of those foster homes for trying to seduce the father? What would Mr. Davis think if I confessed that I sucked their dicks and licked their asses to gain favor? How would he feel in learning that I have done nearly every sex act imaginable for dozens of other men? He might think that those same pleasurable acts that I do for him were unique to him. If he learned otherwise, it could be disastrous for our relationship.

The more I considered the idea of a book being written about my life, I knew it would be a mistake. I was no literary scholar, but I had always respected the quotes from much smarter people than me. Writing a book about my life would make Mr. Davis know more about me than he wanted to. “Familiarity breeds ...

... contempt” is the perfect quote that scared me from this idea. I told Mr. Davis my fears about the project. I had the perfect life now, with him, and I could not risk losing it. So, in that view, I am a self-centered person. His original evaluation of me was correct. But at least my socio-pathic tendencies are sexual. And I did not think Mr. Davis wanted to risk ruining my talents and willingness in that area, by writing a book about it. When I explained my reasoning, he was understandably disappointed. This was an idea he thought could be great. It was going to be much better even than pissing on a hooker. But he understood and agreed with me. He looked me in the eyes, gave me a passionate kiss, then said “OK”.

Chapter 11 – Giving Mr. Davis a “Store-Job”

After I was able to get him off the idea of writing a book about my life, I could tell that he had a bit of emptiness about him that I needed to find out more about. He had become so enthusiastic about writing a non-fiction book about me that since it was off the table, he was depressed. He wanted to contribute to the literary world, and I had just taken it away with my concerns. I did not know what to do about that, so I just continued to struggle with it silently.

Then it occurred to me that we could write a fictional account of my life. I could tell him things that were in my history, but it would be framed in the story of a fictional girl. I could give him details without admitting they really happened. It would ...