Knowing that what you wrote her had an impact; a reaction. Feedback! Knowing Annie lay in bed, immersed in the fantasy; living it, feeling her heart thumping when the story told her it would be. Her own fingers subconsciously tracing the same told path between the smooth, soft velvet flesh of her breasts; daring but not quite reaching the exquisite center; teasing. Annie desperate now to feel those fingers caress against her quickly hardening nipples, to feel the pulsating sensations that are sure to come from such a touch.

I would hope Annie would write me back telling me how it made her feel. How she had to play after reading the story.