The Autumn Diaries (15 page)

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I’M ABOUT TO PUBLISH
BITTEN
. Quite excited about this one! I’ve been telling my readers about it and they’re all super stoked (or at least, those who respond are stoked). This is the first time I’ve built up a good amount of anticipation around a title, so I’m eager to see how it goes. I should have it out in a week or so. It’s just going through a polish and getting a cover and all that.
 

I’m really excited how it turned out. I’m hoping an initial free promotion will drive it up to the top of the Amazon erotica charts and I’ll see a ton of downloads. That’ll help with a burst of reviews and hopefully a nice bump afterward in sales.
 

I’ve also traded a few emails with Tucker Max. He gave me tentative go-ahead to write the story! He said he just wants to review it before publication and he wants to be able to write his own dialogue. I get that. It’d be strange for someone you don’t know to put words in your mouth.
 

But it’s way, way cool. I’m very excited to start writing
I Fucked Tucker Max.

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I’VE BEEN TRADING EMAILS LATELY with a woman named Jen. She’s a reader, but she’s also a writer. Funny too — her husband’s name is Sam. I can imagine all sorts of sexy
Three’s Company
situations occurring if we all got together. “Did you fuck Sam?” “Yes, of course I did.” “You whore!” This shit writes itself.
 

Anyway, Jen is trying to write erotica too. Apparently she’s been doing it quietly for a while here and there, but she found me and she also coincidentally found the podcast I listen to and got the same idea I got a while back: to try to sell her stuff. She said that I seem so “ridiculously open and honest” that she decided to drop me a line and introduce herself.
 

Jen is cute. I can’t help but like her because she’s so different from me. When I contacted
 
Tucker Max, I blitzed him with all sorts of stuff I’d written to show him how awesome I am, but Jen hasn’t so much as attached any of her work when she’s emailed me. She seems to think I’m busy, and that I wouldn’t want to read her stuff. It’s just a little thing, but as a total crazy slut, it’s kind of sweet to see someone who’s a little demure. So I asked her to send me a story. We’ll see what she comes back with.
 

This is the first person to contact me about being a kind of mentor, so I guess I’ll see where it goes. It’s strangely flattering.
 

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BITTEN
HAS BEEN PUBLISHED! TO celebrate, Sam and I went out to dinner. Afterward I did my whole vampire routine again. I’m getting better and better at it, but it’s not like any of our fucking is mundane or boring.
 

I think I’m done giving head with fangs on, though. Kept biting myself when I was licking the cum from my lips.
 

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I’VE SWAPPED A FEW MORE emails with Jen. She still hasn’t sent me anything to read because she’s working on this Christmas story that she seems pretty excited about. She said she’ll send it when she’s done.
 

In the meantime, I continue to swap emails with Tucker. He’s a busy guy, so replies take a while, but it doesn’t matter… he gave me the go-ahead to write the story, so I’ve started. And I’m already choking with laughter.
 

Bitten
is doing great! People are leaving fantastic reviews and it hit #1 on the Amazon Erotica free chart. This has just encouraged me to do more long, story-rich stuff. I want to raise the bar in the coming year.
 

Bitten
will have two sequels, but what else?

I do think the progress of the Tucker story will show me a lot about what’s possible.

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THIS STORY IS TOTALLY ABOUT a girl named Monica and NOT about me. NOT Autumn Cole. Just FYI. Monica.

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Monica was in the supermarket when she realized that forever and ever, she’d be sucking one and only one dick.
 

This was tough. Monica had always been a slut and proud of it, and the idea of dedicating herself fully to Tommy was daunting. She loved Tommy (at least, she thought she did), but her pussy also loved getting poled in ten different directions.
 

Monica loved cock in all its forms and colors. She loved the thickness of a beer can cock. She loved the prodding, poking nature of a thinner cock. She loved the depth a long cock could give her, and liked the precision with which most small men wielded their tiny little cocks. She liked white guys, black guys, Asian guys, Hispanic guys, middle eastern guys, and all the rest of the world’s many colorful crayons. She loved to suck cocks, ride cocks, have cocks stuck in her from behind (pick a hole; it didn’t matter), jerk cocks off until they came all over her fist. She loved the feeling a cock made in her hand and mouth just before it was about to cum — a slight swell before the flood. She loved cum on her face, on her belly, on her back, in her mouth, in her hair. She liked random encounters. She liked fucking in public.
 

And while Tommy could give her a lot of that — he could cum all over her; he could fuck her under bleachers and in closets and in the pussy and up the ass and in the mouth, in whatever order — he was still only one guy, with one cock, however sweet he was. And to Monica, cocks were like Skittles. She wanted to taste the rainbow.
 

Monica’s best friend Vivian was walking beside her, reaching for a bag of marshmallows.
 

“Holy shit, Vivian,” she said. “I’m never going to have a strange new cock inside me again.”
 

“Well, not on purpose,” said Vivian. “But if you pass out or slip and fall near a guy with wood, maybe then.” Vivian had actually had both of these things happen to her. She had one of those lives.
 

“I love Tommy, but… shit.”
 

“Mon, you’re not getting married. If it bothers you, break it off.”
 

But that wasn’t right. Monica wasn’t stopping because Tommy had asked her to. She was stopping because she loved Tommy. It was a chicken and egg scenario.
 

“I don’t want to break it off.”
 

Vivian gave her a long look. The bag of marshmallows was still in her hand. “You have cold feet,” she said.
 

“Cold feet?”
 

“Like at a wedding. But do you know what the cure for cold feet is?”
 

“Slippers?” said Monica.
 

“Slippers,” said Vivian, nodding slowly. “Slippers made of dicks.”
 

“I don’t understand.”
 

“You need a last call. You need to make one final round. And right here, right now, do you know where we are?”
 

“At a supermarket?”

“At a megastore that happens to contain a big food section,” Vivian corrected. “A megastore that is coincidentally also having an electronics sale on the far end.”
 

“So?”

“So the store is
stuffed
with cocks.”
 

“Am I supposed to go around tapping guys on the shoulder?”

Already exasperated, Vivian rolled her eyes, took Monica by the arm, and dragged her toward the front of the store, to a small elevated booth. She’d abandoned her cart but for some reason was still holding the bag of marshmallows. Monica noticed with amusement that the marshmallows were absolutely gigantic, labeled as SUPER STUFFERS.
 

With her free hand, Vivian pointed at the booth. “Last call,” she said.
 

Monica shook her head, not understanding.
 

“Make your last call,” Vivian repeated. “Like at a bar. Monica’s vagina going off the market. Get it while you can.”
 

“You’re kidding.”

Vivian rolled her eyes again. The look said that she’d have to do what Monica, who normally would jump at such an opportunity, was too solo-cock-addled to do for herself. Then she climbed up into the booth and grabbed of a microphone.
 

“Viv,” she started to say, “don’t —“

“ATTENTION SHOPPERS,” her voice boomed over the loudspeaker, “HOT PIECE OF ASS MONICA PAULSON’S PUSSY IS CLOSING FOR BUSINESS. COME TO THE CUSTOMER SERVICE BOOTH AND…” She looked around, realizing she seemed to have forgotten something. She spied the bag of marshmallows. “… AND TAKE A GIANT MARSHMALLOW TO TAKE YOUR TURN.”
 

“Grab a marshmallow?” said Monica.
 

Within seconds, there was a stampeding noise and the aisles started filling with men. They looked around, presumably for whatever “marshmallows” referred to.
 

“Be sensible,” said Vivian, looking at Monica. “Who are you, Annabel Chong? It would be ridiculous for you to gangbang all of these guys. There are twenty marshmallows in this bag. Sounds like a good number, right?”

Monica found herself getting wet in spite of the situation. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d banged a bunch of guys in public, but it was the first time she’d been surprised by it, and the first time that involved spun sugar.

 
Vivian held up the bag of hackey-sack sized marshmallows and looked out at the crowd of eager men. She yelled out, “Only guys with whole marshmallows will get to fuck my friend here, so no fighting!” She looked down at Monica, who looked around for checkers, store managers, police, and other authorities. They were in the crowd, jostling toward the front so they could grab a marshmallow.
 

“Mon, go ahead and show these nice men what they’re competing for,” she said.
 

Monica looked out at the crowd.
 

So many cocks,
said a voice in her head.

But what about Tommy?
said another voice that sounded all uppity, like her conscience.

 
It’s just this once. Just this one last hurrah,
said the first voice.
Tommy would understand. He’d want you to have what makes you happy.

Both voices in her head made good points, but if she listened to one of them, she would get fucked raw.
 

She pulled her shirt up over her head, dropped her bra to the floor, and pulled her pants, panties, and shoes off in a single fluid motion. Then she stood beneath the fluorescents stark naked, the air conditioning hardening her nipples. She heard an odd, quiet purring noise that sounded like the sound a fingernail dragging across fabric then realized it was the sound of fifty erections coming alive inside their denim and khaki prisons.

Vivian started throwing marshmallows. Some men caught them cleanly, but usually there was a tussle, like women fighting over a thrown bouquet at a wedding. One marshmallow sailed over the head of a group and five men dove for it, pulling and punching and fighting. Another marshmallow went under the shopping cart of an old woman who hadn’t noticed the commotion and was reaching for a box of All Bran. Several men toppled the cart. Both groups came up with torn marshmallows and Vivian declared them disqualified.
 

That meant there were eighteen men remaining. They came forward. One of the men who’d caught a marshmallow seemed to be the store manager. Another was a cop. All were undressing, coming toward Monica with hungry eyes.
 

So many cocks.
 

Monica felt her head start to spin. It was like a dream come true. They were all the colors of the rainbows. As pants and shirts fell into untidy piles on the floor, she saw whites and blacks and yellows and everything in between. One was enormous. Two were smaller. Most were average. One curved the wrong way. One was uncircumcised. Monica found herself forgetting — just for this last interlude — about Tommy. She wanted to taste them all. She wanted their cum. She wanted them in her and on her. She wanted to hug them and kiss them and have them behind her. She wanted slippers made of dicks.
 

Then it was all dicks. Monica felt her legs part and one of the glorious soldiers slid inside her, up to the balls. There was no resistance; she was way too wet. Five more were around her face. She started to suck each in turn, jerking, like a master plate spinner trying to keep them all going. She rubbed nutsacks. She used cocks like hard and hot paintbrushes, rubbing their pre-cum over her cheeks and closed eyes. The one between her legs swapped out and pumped, feeling entirely different. Then hands flipped her over and some guy was suddenly below her, so she lowered her body onto his cock. As soon as she was down, something came knocking at the back door. Her ass dilated. Then her pussy felt fuller again, and she realized they’d traded. Everyone was taking turns, with no one pushing or fighting. Such gentlemen. She jerked and sucked what she could. Her ass throbbed with pleasure. Juices swamped her pussy. Then the guy in her cunt started to jerk and bounce and flood her with splooge. She stepped off of him, dislodging her anal intruder. The guy’s jizz dripped out, clearing the way for another. Another guy was beside him, laying on his back, lined up and waiting. Monica straddled and docked. Then another guy came up behind her and she prepared her dirthole for entry, but this guy slid right in the front with the first and there were suddenly two cocks in her pussy — something she’d only done once before, but which was totally, totally awesome.