Stretch My Tight Hole Wide Open, I’m Begging for That Thick Cock

He told me what a wonderful writer I am (which he had several times before) how with just a little bit of effort and perhaps a good editor my stories would be commercially viable. XXX I would leave without a word to her. I certainly wouldn’t fancy being an in print author having to hawk my books on talk shows and risk the ridicule of my past being paraded before me on one of them. You only pay them XXXX.XX amount of bucks and they do all this wonderful crap for you. This pattern happened over several years until one day she announced, “Move out again don’t ever come back.”
It took years after we were committed to each other for me to just get off the street.