I thought that I had cornered the market on the backdoor anal slut teen girl that hooks up with her old man neighbor. I thought that was what drew my most readers.

My topic is too bland. It is too vanilla, it is too mainstream and therefore not searched and found. Hell, when I go to Amazon and search like I think someone would with generic terms without focus my books don’t come up first. I should be writing books and keywords that get me to the top of the fucking amazon lists.

Shouldn’t there be a market for the next door neighbor man that wants to fuck his teenage slut next door? Doesn’t he see her in the skinny shorts running in the morning or when she comes home from college? Doesn’t he fantasize about stuffing his cock into his neighbor’s daughter’s pussy, bending her over his couch and plugging her ass?

I thought that is what old men wanted. I thought that was what the guys in my neighborhood wanted when they’d waved with hesitant smiles when I went walking my dog in shorts and a tank top. I thought they were secretly stroking themselves off in their bathrooms dreaming about how they could lure my by with a happy wave, a gentle smile, and somehow get me to take their dicks.

I thought they were fantasizing about my breasts and how their cocks would look plunging through my cleavage.

It seems I was wrong, and that there isn’t that much interest in what I’m writing.  I’m experiencing the start of the year’s blues and discouragement.

So I thought that my niche was the next door neighbor getting fucked by a controlling older man which eventually leads to love.

And I had such high hopes for my “Hill’s Secrets stories.” I had so much hope for the “Witch’s Awakening” series. They interest me. they excite me and I wish that I could earn enough money to live on with them against the rule that says, “research a niche.” Fuck that. I want to write what I enjoy.