have any of your fics been based on personal experiences? 🤭🤭
Oh, the stories I could tell…
Look, I’ve always had a thing for older guys. Call it daddy issues, trauma, call it taste—I’m not new to it.
There was this one, though. Late thirties. Nearly early 40s. Worked with his hands. Had a voice like gravel and a way of looking at me that made my knees weak in the dumbest ways. (Do you understand now why I like men like Joel Miller)
He used to fix things around the complex I lived in (my capability kink was thriving) — quiet, polite, didn’t say much at first. But then he started sticking around a little longer. Asking if I needed help with anything.
And I mean… I did.
He was patient. Confident without being pushy. The kind of man who explains how something works just to watch you understand it. (THAT always hit me)
He was the first one who slowed everything down. Made it feel like it was about me. Like I was the thing worth taking his time on.
Asked me out twice. First time, I brushed it off—I wasn’t really looking for anything. Just got out of something stupid. Didn’t want to deal. But he kept showing up. Kept being… solid. Confident. Patient.
The second time I said yes.
We made it three dates before we fucked. Barely.
Not ‘cause he pushed—he didn’t. He waited. Asked me real soft, like he already knew I’d say yes eventually. And when I did?
We fucked like he’d been thinking about it for weeks.
And GAWD was it good.
..anyway… I’ve always loved writing.
Like, always. Long before Tumblr. Before AO3. Before I even knew fanfic had a name. I wrote on random forums, in half-filled notebooks, on my phone at 2AM when something wouldn’t leave me alone.
At some point I thought—wait. Maybe other people would like this too. Maybe the things in my head aren’t just for me.
So I took my favorite issue-triggering character and ran with it.
And yeah …. you’ve seen the tags.
Found my place within the horny community. 💋