Story Time

When I married Len, I knew he had odd ideas. I liked that about him. Then he came up with story time. He wanted me to tell him stories. Not just stories, but filthy ones. And they were supposed to involve me. Me, cheating on him with other men. It excited him. But good storytelling requires research. You have to know your material. And the material for these stories was hot guys and hot situations. But I wanted Len to be happy, right? So I applied myself. Needless to say, a path like that doesn’t lead in a simple predetermined direction. Those other guys have their own agendas. The borderline between reality and fantasy gets a little blurry. And story time had to evolve. Things die if they remain static. I think you’ll want to hear just exactly how that happens.