The following is sort of an addendum to my bio page written by my very dear friend and wonderful writer, Maria Gonzales.
 

John A. is a terrific writer. Absolutely fantastic. There are two writers of erotica that I make time to read; John is one of them. There, I got that bit out of the way, so I can concentrate on what I want to say.

I read John's bio today and I want to say that parts of it are absolutely true -- esecially the parts where he talks about why he writes and stuff like that. What is an absolute... well, I don't want to say lie, but since that's what it is, that's what I'll call it. I have chatted online with John for hours and hours over the past year and a half and while he is incredibly sweet, intelligent and handsome (you did see the picture, didn't you?), he does not live on  a palatial mansion overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

Where the hell he got that lie from, I haven't a clue. After all, I have been to his home, I know for a fact that it overlooks a large offshore oilfield on the Gulf of Mexico. And Palatial mansion? Forget about it. His place makes the shed in my backyard look huge. The only way that John can justify that his house is a palatial mansion is the same way that all men justify that they have ten inch cocks even when the ruler is out they always seem to measure five and a half inches.

I know that is true when he invited me to his place once, he claimed that it was to show me a story that he was working on, but I really know that he was trying to get into my pants. (which is completely ridiculous because the legs would be way too short for him and he would look foolish.) Sorry, I'm rambling, I'll get back to my point and telll you about what happened when he got me into his "palatial mansion." HA!

I know that John is a man of honor and integrity, and that he would never ever change my words or cut things out of my story to make him look more like a fantastically rich stud.

Editors note: The middle section of John and Maria's wild tale of sex and debauchery has been cut due to space considerations.  JA

When I left his dump mansion, I was more angry satisfiedthan I have ever been in my entire life. I couldn't believe what John had done to me. To think that he couldn't get it upstroked his massive cock while I did everything I could to seduce him was amazing to me. When I touched the microscopic thing saw his huge tool, I couldn't believe it and burst out laughingopened my eyes in amazement. To top things off, he still couldn't get it up was so huge and I knew he would not be able to make me scream passionately all night long.

After he attempted to fucked me all night long, I left the dingy hovel estate and drove home, knowing that I would never again have to see the pencil dicked geek be back for more of John's special brand of lovin'.

Oh, and one more thing. The picture that he has of me on his links page is not of me. I am much lighter skinned than that model, and my boobs are bigger than that too. I would say that I am prettier than her too, but then I would sound conceited, so I won't say it.

Besitos,
Maria Gonzales

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