You explode, a scream ripping from deep in your throat. Seconds later I follow as the pulses of your pussy milk me to completion…
Maggie groaned, her clothes feeling heavy on her sensitive skin. She ached, each step toward her bedroom almost killing her. The emails from Kinky Lover were becoming hotter. More explicit.
“Who the heck are you? Are you a pervert, or someone I should get to know?” she muttered, ripping her clothes from her body and tossing them aside. She fell onto the bed, her hand stroking between her legs almost before she hit the mattress.
It didn’t take much. A pinch of her nipple. A stroke of her finger, the liquid sounds bringing a rush of embarrassment to her cheeks. She came with an orgasmic rush, the tight coil in her belly unraveling until she drifted down.
Maggie laid there, heart pounding while she analyzed her reaction. She was obsessed with Kinky Lover, whoever he was. She raced home from work to check her email and checked it before she left for work. Hooked by cybersex.
At least she wouldn’t catch any nasty diseases.
She glanced at her watch and realized she needed to move or she’d be late for the job interview she had scheduled. She couldn’t blow it off, because she needed a second job at the local pub to subsidize her wages. Hopefully, another job meant she could work on a nest egg, because she never wanted to go through the same financial trauma again.
Two nights later, Maggie stared at her most recent email from Kinky Lover.
We have great email sex. I keep thinking what it could be like if circumstances were different. I want to meet you in person. What do you say?
Maggie read the short email again, nerves jumping at the thought. Immediately, Connor jumped into her mind. She missed him, even though she was having torrid cybersex with another man. Thoughts of Connor filled her mind at odd times of the day. A lost cause. She admitted the truth, but it didn’t stop her thinking about what might have been, if he hadn’t been so obsessed with blonde women, if she had been enough for him.
She missed the others as well, catching herself thinking about describing a particular customer at the theme restaurant to them before she remembered they’d washed their hands of her.
A pang of loneliness hit her as she realized the last person she’d talked to was the man at the bar where she’d gone for an interview. She hadn’t talked to another person since. At the gym she put on her ear phones and snubbed everyone. She’d taken her phone off the hook and ignored the doorbell.
“Damn, this isolation has got to change.” She couldn’t continue this way. It wasn’t healthy.
She glanced at the email again and wondered. Maybe she should take a chance on Kinky Lover. He wrote great emails and was into spanking. Other kink, too, judging by the addition of ropes.
She typed a response, then stopped. Perhaps she’d better think about it first before she committed herself to anything with a man she didn’t know. Instead, she wrote a blog entry.
For those of you who are reluctant to participate in a spanking or can’t understand why anyone would enjoy a good spanking, I thought I’d give you ten reasons why I think spanking is great.
1. It’s a great method of stress relief.
2. It can be an effective way of opening communication, since spanking requires talking and discussion.
3. Spanking doesn’t require special tools—a hand or a hairbrush will work.
4. It can bring a new buzz to a relationship.
5. Most bottoms are well-padded and careful swats won’t do any damage.
6. The closeness that comes after a spanking is magical.
7. It’s great for foreplay and sex after a spanking is hot.
8. It’s fun trying out various positions and scenarios.
9. Role-playing and dress-up can be a lot of fun.
10. An alpha man administering a spanking is plain sexy.
Let me know if you think of other reasons to add to my list. I’m all about learning when it comes to spanking.
An hour later, Maggie worked the bar during the regular barman’s break, smiled and joked with two male customers while keeping an eye on the rest of the customers. Just gone five, it was still quiet. Another hour and the place would rock. She wriggled her toes in her black flats. Thank goodness for comfortable shoes.
A young couple walked up to the bar. Automatically, she scanned their faces and decided they were legal. She poured a vodka RTD, one of the popular ready-to-drink mixes, and a beer, taking their money with a smile.
From the corner of her eye, she noted new arrivals, and when she’d finished, she turned. Her welcome smile died a rapid death as she came face-to-face with Susan and Christina.
