Wild Fantasies

Charlie's POV

I've always been fortunate to have a murky intellect. Without a doubt, many people would describe it as a fault. I like to consider it a feature of my appeal. I was given the chance to retire early a few years ago. I ran for it. Since I had the time, I figured it was only suitable that I utilize part of it to spread the word about my wicked mind and my porn talent.

I lack a good education. In terms of writing, I can say without a doubt that I lack exceptional skills. However, it seems that I have tapped into the desires of a tiny but bizarre group that has gone unmet by the other authors who have posted works in this genre. They have inspired me, and I now love my small pastime.

With my tales, not everyone is pleased. But it's all right. Never was that my intention. I write for my amusement. The fact that others are amused is only the cherry on top.

It is unfortunate. However, I have only had a very minor amount of the experiences I write about. Naturally, I have no desire to extend some of the dreams I explore beyond the world of fantasy.

But I have to be honest-many of the topics I write about make me feel good, and I want to learn more about them. That's probably clear. I wouldn't write about them if they didn't pique my interest.

In some respects, you might say that my wife serves as my motivation. My wife opposes sex. She has never loved sex and doesn't now. I blame various aspects of her upbringing for that shortcoming.

I am aware of other ladies who had similar upbringings and overcame dreadful things like the Catholic Church, Catholic schools, and parents who were too stiff to exhibit love for one another or their offspring while maintaining their libido. My wife fared less well.

As far as I know, he has never shown his love to any of his five children, but he now expresses it to his girlfriend who is in a nursing facility. She tried for decades to persuade him to do so.

Like so many others, my wife was unable to go beyond it. She grew up to be just as submissive as her dad. What's worse is that she showed little interest in fixing what I saw to be an issue. We remained friends for a very long time-decades. But I have to be sincere. I often considered leaving her.

I believe I remained because I felt like she needed my help. However, it may have been something different, like a wish for her to change in the future. At least initially, I genuinely did adore her. Or maybe it was anything so simple as inertia.

Retirement was the one thing that my marriage didn't make it through. We started to quarrel all the time. We were both relieved when we ultimately decided to split up. She returned to the north to live close to her family after we shared our assets fairly. Both then and today, I didn't miss her.

She was the author of many of my tales, even though we were unable to get along. I vented my anger against my asexual wife on the helpless female characters in my writings.