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It is human nature to strive to get better. If you take up bowling your first games are going low scoring, but you will work and practice to get better and as your average climbs you may forget the game where you had three gutter balls and shot an eighty-six, but that game is still there in your past.

Your first time on the golf course you shot an eighty on the front nine, but did you settle for that being your game or did you work to improve? You may eventually get a three handicap, but that nine hole eighty is still there as part of your past.

When you hired in at your job did you say, "Cool, I got it made" and do nothing more than what you barely had to do or did you go to work thinking that, "Someday I'm going to be running this place." You might never climb that high, but human nature says that you are going to at least try.

It is the same with authors who write stories and post them on sites like Storiesonline. Their first stories might not be all that good, but comments and feedback along with a desire to get better drive them toward putting out a better product or to at least try.

I'm no different. My first stories might not have been all that great, but they are still there on the hard drive. I like cheating wife stories and five years ago I found my first adult site that catered to cheating wife stories. It was a pay site, but it had a policy of giving a free lifetime membership to anyone who submitted five stories to the site. How hard can that be I said to myself as I sat down and fired up the word processor and went to work.

I sent my five stories in and sat back to enjoy my free membership and a funny thing happened. I started getting feedback, most of it positive, and I became hooked. I started cranking out more stories. The site I was sending my stories to had seven categories:

Bisexual

Cream Pie

Groups

I Watch

Gang Bang

Racial

SM/BD

I know nothing about bisexual or SM/BD and I had no interest in Groups so all the stories I wrote I tailored for the four remaining categories:

Cream Pie

I Watch

Gang Bang

Racial.

I turned out eight stories a month, two for each category, which means that after five years I have over 120 stories in each of those categories and they are all still on the hard drive.

A year ago I received an email asking me why I never posted stories on Stories on Line. The answer? I didn't know about SOL. I pulled it up, liked what I saw, and started sending in stories to it. All new stories? No, not hardly, not with over 400 stories sitting on the hard drive. Maybe one new story for each fifteen or so old ones. The newer ones are better, at least I think they are and I have received some feedback that leads me to believe that others think so too, and I will continue to write new ones.

But I am still going to recycle what is on the hard drive, stories that were written specifically to fit the four categories. That means that those of you who hate cream pie stories still have eighty or so to look forward to. Ditto for those who call me a racist; you will get another seventy or so interracial stories.

Those who hate wimps will only see about fifty more of those because the stories I sent to the I Watch category were split 50/50 between what some call wimps and some call "real men." Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories were hard asses. "In real life men are more forgiving, especially if it is the first indiscretion." So I would write stories with forgiving husbands and boyfriends and then the next batch of feedback would say, "Why are all your husbands spineless wimps" and I'd write stories that went back the other way.

Eventually I came to realize that I was wasting my time - there was no way I could write a story that would satisfy everybody and that is when I adopted my philosophy of writing for my own enjoyment and then offering to share.

As far as the gangbang stories? Well, what can I say? Gangbangs are gangbangs and there are still eighty or so of them to go.

The bottom line is that Storiesonline readers are going to see more of my old stories than my new ones. If I'm still around three or four years from now it will probably go the other way, more new than old.

I feel the need to respond to some of the comments and emails I have received. By far the largest percentage comes from people who say, "You are an asshole because all women are not whores and sluts and that's all you make them out to be."

Next most common is, "You must really hate women you sick fuck."

"You must be a wimp because all the men in your stories are wimps" is up there in the top ten along with, "Why don't you give it a rest and go crawl off in a hole somewhere."

There is a lot more, but I'm only going to address those four and in reverse order.

I won't stop and go crawl in a hole because I am enjoying the hell out of what I am doing and remember what I said, I am doing this for MY OWN ENJOYMENT and then I offer to share. Some obviously like my sharing with them and so I will continue to do so. No one is holding a gun to a reader's head and telling them they must click on a Just Plain Bob story or die. It is a conscious choice on the reader's part to move that mouse and click on that story.

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Form Letter by Ellie Dauber August 11, 2039 Jack Murphy 347 Hill Street Lawndale, Dakota District 57109-3518-42 308-522-M-51 This letter is to inform you that you have been randomly selected for Gender Re-Assignment, pursuant to the National Population Control Act of 2034. You are not required by the Law to accept such re-assignment, but there may be a penalty if you fail to comply with the provisions of the Act, or if the Re- Assignment Review Board rejects your...

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The Letter

As she sat down to open the envelope, her hands trembled. What had drawn her to the two black plastic dustbin liners in the darkest, furthest corner of her attic, she did not know - she'd only gone up there to check what was up there as she sorted through various belongings in anticipation of a forthcoming house move. But in those bin bags was an Aladdin's cave of dresses, high heeled shoes, wigs, makeup and all of the other items you'd expect to find in any well-dressed woman's...

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Letter from Boston

LETTER FROM BOSTONDear Shoeblossom:I have read with interest your letters from chastity belt couples. I really thought I was an enthusiast, but now I think it may have gone too far. My love affair with chastity and denial began, I think, in adolescence. In the summer after my junior year at Andover, I wrecked Dad’s  BMW  while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vacation place, and broke both arms and both legs, and I began getting visits in my hospital room from Noelle, a Candy Striper...

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Becs and Bob

Pure fantasy but based on a true event. My birthday was coming up and my work colleague and good friend Becs invites me to spend the weekend with her and her partner Bob. Bob is not her real name, it's just a nickname given by Becs because as you may had worked out Becs and Bob are gay.Becs was 30 something, stunning looks, breasts to die for and we became friends at work because we got on so well, we would laugh and joke and I would even steal the occasional hug but that was as far as it...

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Cousin Bob

Sandy and her aunt had just finished supper and were still sitting at the kitchen table. They had been discussing how sixteen year-old Sandy had ended up topless earlier in the day when swimming with her seventeen year-old cousin Bob and two of his friends. "Bob's father called me today." "Oh shit ... so Bob couldn't keep his mouth shut, huh." "I don't think Bob has told his father about you getting topless this morning ... at least not yet." "Then what was he calling about. Wants...

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More Fun with BOB

Half Way Through My husband’s tour was well than half way done and we were making plans for our return back to the states. You know what we wanted to take with us the things we were going to give away and other things we were going to sell or donate to the Airman’s pantry that sort of thing so we had a lot to go through. And in the middle of all of that guess what the Air force did they sent my sweet loving husband on yet another deployment. But this time I knew just when he was going to go and...

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UNCLE BOB

Uncle Bobbytantricjim©Bob pulled into his brother's driveway, pausing before he got out of his car to look over the yard and neighborhood. It had been over a year since his last visit and he enjoyed the familiarity of what he considered home. It had been his family home until his brother had moved in after their parents died. Bob kept much of his belongings stored here.He basically lived out of a suitcase and slept in hotels, motels and other temporary accommodation. His arrival must have been...

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Erotic Expectations Letter 3

I once more stood at the table. Blindfold raised, letter to the right of me, bell to the left.I glanced at the window and saw that the sun had moved around a little. Rays of light were streaming across the floor towards me; nearly reaching my feet. I don’t know how long I had been in the shack. But I knew one thing. I had learned an awful lot about myself, in what seemed to be such a short space of time.As I looked on letter number three, I reflected on my previous conversations with ‘M’. I was...

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Erotic Expectations Letter 3

I once more stood at the table. Blindfold raised, letter to the right of me, bell to the left.I glanced at the window and saw that the sun had moved around a little. Rays of light were streaming across the floor towards me; nearly reaching my feet. I don’t know how long I had been in the shack. But I knew one thing. I had learned an awful lot about myself, in what seemed to be such a short space of time.As I looked on letter number three, I reflected on my previous conversations with ‘M’. I was...

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James and Bob

James went to school the following day as normal. He arrived to his form room. Nobody looked at him, nobody said anything about him as far as he knew. He sat down in his usual seat. James knew Bob didn't go to form, because he was highly autistic and liked to go to the school Plus club. At break, Bob wandered over to James. "That was fun," he said. "You didn't turn me in?" Replied James. "Why would we? You weren't there when I was screaming. There was no need to add you in," Said...

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The Christmas Letter

The weather report was calling for more snow. It was Christmas Eve and she sat in her chair sipping coffee and wondered at how much more they would have before morning. The wind had picked up a bit so she knew the roads would probably be closed with snow drifts. Another Christmas spent alone it looked like. There had been plenty of those these past few years. She mused at the idea of writing a letter to Santa, and leaving it on the table with some milk and cookies, after all what would it...

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