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both.  
    “Holy shit,” said Sam.  
    “I came,” I said.  
    “Me too.”  
    “I felt that.” His cock was inside me, all squishy with jizz. Sam was still totally hard, despite the blood demand his heart had to be exacting. I was on top. If we hadn’t just almost died, it would have been a great move, like totally intentional.  
    My head swam. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. We almost died!
    I started to fuck him again.  
    “Autumn! Did you not see what just happened?”  
    “Shhh.”  
    “Autumn!”  
    But terror and total turn-on were closer neighbors than I realized. His cock in my pussy felt amazing. I started to writhe and bounce, my tits swinging in Sam’s face. I shushed him harder.  
    “Seriously? Get off of me!”  
    Before he’d just been reprimanding me, but now it was like he was threatening my babies. I pinned his arms to the linoleum and yelled, “SHUT THE FUCK UP I ALMOST JUST DIED” all as one run-on sentence, then quickly it was all breathy moans and orgasm noises and I came for a third time, while Sam lay shocked and helpless beneath me.
    Then I rolled off and laid beside him. The two of us and the refrigerator laid exhausted on the kitchen floor like exhausted parties in an interspecies threesome.  
    “You totally just raped me,” said Sam.  
    “You almost just killed me,” I replied.  
    Sam saw my point. We laid there for a while. Finally he said, “I fucked you.”
    “Finally.”  
    “Do I owe you eight hundred dollars for a new fridge?”
    “Without question.”  
    “Ah.” Sam made good money. He could afford it. And also, I was kidding. We’d split it.
    “Most couple’s first times are like this, right?” I said.  
    Sam reached over, rubbed my nipples across the flat of his hands, then kissed my neck and followed it with my mouth.  
    He said, “Let’s be boring next time.”  
    Ha. Right.

J A N U A R Y 27

    FUCKED SAM AGAIN IN MY bed. No injuries.

F E B R U A R Y 2

    HAD THIS AWESOME IDEA TODAY. What’s coming up? Valentine’s Day. And what do people do on Valentine’s Day? They fuck. But what do they PRETEND to do? They pretend to be all lovey-dovey.  
    Now, I believe in love. I might love Sam. But I also believe in the power of pussy, and I know how much people feel the need to hide their fucking, or at least obscure it. Why are there no Hallmark cards that say, “I want you to fuck my throat until I sound like Harvey Fierstein”? Or for the guys: “I want to stuff you with more filling than a box of chocolates”? Because that’s what people really want, at least in part. I guess I’m a little sluttier (almost wrote “slittier,” LOL) than most girls, but don’t all of us really want a hard pounding?  
    A nice dinner. Flowers. Pixies and cupids and shit.  
    Then, a wall-rattling fuck session.  
    So I figured I’d just cut to the chase. My second book is going to be something about a slutty Valentine’s Day. I also think I’ll just totally make stuff up this time about people I know. Preparing for backlash. I haven’t exactly broadcast some of this mind-fucking I want to do to these people, but I figure that if any of these people read this stuff, they’re going to be horny and primed anyway. They’ll be like, “Why are you writing about fucking me?” And I’ll be like, “Why are you reading smut? Come over and fuck me for real!”  
    Oh, except that I said I wouldn’t fuck other guys anymore. So I guess I’ll need to have Sam fuck me.  
    I’ve got to get on that. Getting Sam fucking me, I mean.  

F E B R U A R Y 8

    I’VE FINISHED MY SLUTTY VALENTINE’S Day collection. I did some serious mind-fucking on this one, so we’ll see how well people like it and how well it sells. I’m betting a lot of horny people out there are going to want to have some porn for themselves on Valentine’s Day or — and this would be great — maybe want to share it with their husbands, wives, girlfriends, boyfriends,