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Imposter Syndrome

Updated: Dec 31, 2022

Her nipple clamps were still on,

as I took off her harness.

She had imprints on her skin,

where she had been tied up.

I felt a little bad when I saw all the marks on her.

I undid her nipple clamps

and softly kissed her forehead.

It tasted like sweat.


We had been talking for a few weeks,

but this was the first time we had met.

We started off with a walk,

and somehow,

we ended up here,

in her bed,

with her tied up.

It was her idea,

but of course,

I wasn’t going to say no.

I slid off the vibrating cock ring.

Our two naked bodies were exhausted.

I turned to her and said,

“Remember when you said that I had Imposter Syndrome?

Well, I thought about it a lot, and I realized, you’re right…”

“Of course I am”, she said frankly.

“You just read my writing and came to that conclusion?”

“It was obvious”, she said.

“I never knew…”

“Now you do”, she said, as she smiled at me.

She leaned in for a soft kiss.

It’s funny how two people can have such rough sex, and then kiss eachother so tendelry a few minutes afterwards. She was another fan of my writing. I never imagined that my shitty writing would get me so much pussy. I was attracting a certain type of woman now, and it was much better than the random women from the dating apps. But I was starting to see a pattern, they were all kinky as fuck. I guess this is what I asked for when I started to write a few kinky sex stories. They were just for fun, as I am really not that kinky. Well, maybe now, after experiencing a few of my fans, my kink has grown.

I turned to her and said, “So how does someone overcome Imposter Syndrome?”

“I have no idea”, she said. “Maybe try being less critical of yourself? You’ve produced almost 200 pieces of work, you should be proud of that.”

“But I’m not proud of it.”

“I know”, she said.

“Most of it is garbage. It’s just practice. One day, I’ll be as good as I want to be.”

“You’re better than you think”, she grabbed me tight and her skin felt so warm against mine.

I kissed her slowly.

“You’re not the only one who has said that….”

“That’s because it’s true.”

“I want to be so much more than what I currently am though. How can I be happy with where I am at?”

“That’s the question that you have to answer for yourself.”

“Well shit, I was hoping you had all the answers to my problems.”

“I can’t have bomb pussy AND all the answers for you. God doesn’t give with two hands.”

I laughed at her response and kissed her again. I could feel my cock getting hard again. I pressed it against her thigh, as we made out. I pulled away and she looked down and raised one eyebrow and said, “Again??”

I smiled and winked at her, as I said, “God gives in mysterious ways.”

I climbed on top of her and slowly stuck my cock deep inside her again.


-C.H.


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