The Over-Educated Nympho

A few things.

There’s this great thing called The First Amendment. Freedom of Speech. I’m a fan. If you’re not a fan, then you may want to move along somewhere a lot less controversial. Like one of those countries where they gouge your eye out if you’re caught reading such smut as this.

Please don’t proposition me. Do you honestly think you’re the first? Don’t waste your time just to go no where. And no, this is not a challenge for you to try harder. But if you insist, here is a formal application.

Please don’t try to figure out who I am. Please don’t try to find my identity, where I live, where I work, or how I take my coffee. If one person discovers my real name, then that’s the end of Over-Educated Nympho. I have a real career that I take very seriously, and I work for a company that has been nothing but kind to me. I would like to avoid defamation of their reputation, as well as keep my job (until I don’t need it anymore, that is). As long as writing does not pay the bills, my identity has to remain anonymous. Please respect my wish to remain OEN, not Jennifer Smith of 1234 Random Street, Anytown, Texas. I mean, shit—many of my own friends don’t even know about this blog.

Many people have accused me of being a perverted thirteen year-old boy disguised as a nympho, or an ugly fat chick writing purely fictional posts, or being several people writing as one. NO. I am one person, a real living breathing twentysomething chick writing about real experiences. The only fiction is names of people involved (hence the cute monikers) and a few of my physical/individual features so that no one could identify me in a crowd. All content is real.

Finally–thank you for taking the time to read my blog. As much as I love writing, I love writing for an audience so much more. OEN would not be what it is without you and your feedback. For that, I wish you a lifetime of multiple orgasms.

xoxo
Vix the OEN