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John got up every morning at 5:30 to run. He never drank soda; he kept sugar out of his diet and he would eat his vegetables raw whenever he had the chance. He wasn’t a health nut really; he just wanted to care for his body and make it last. He was 5 ft 10 wearing shoes and 165 lbs. At 36 years of age he still looked in his upper 20’s. John’s life was mundane. He had a house, wife, 2 kids and an addiction he really couldn’t hide.
The Internet was always fun and even when it wasn’t it was better than his life. John loved his wife, at least he thought so and his kids but Chat rooms and forums really made his day. Other people seemed to lead better lives and even if they didn’t, they faked better lives. John loved to talk and post and look at others lives through their pictures. Sometimes, when no one was home, he would cyber. He would talk to women, he even tried it with a man once but he really couldn’t so he closed the window quickly and didn’t go back to that chat room for days.
John loved women, the way they talked, the way they giggled. Even the way they seemed to write was so different. His cybering skills weren’t legend but women were always glad to see him back in the chat room. John wasn’t pushy, he was sweet. He could be flattering but sincere. He loved to make a woman laugh.

That’s what John was doing today. With the wife and kiddies out he was chatting with a woman. Making her laugh with silly jokes and paying attention to her.
“I like you John.” She typed “Would you really eat the banana right out of me?”
John could be inventive in cyber because you never had to really do it. But looking at this lady’s profile pic eating the banana would be fun.
“Laura, once I got that banana out, I’d have to work on those nipples of yours and fill the hole so that evil banana couldn’t get back in.” he typed back.
“Hmm, I might let you do that, if you’re a good boy. Is that really your pic?” she typed again.
“Yeah, that’s me ” John responded with a smile.
“You look good hun. Real good for 36.” Laura typed.

John heard the front door open and quickly he minimized the screen and when he heard his wife he closed it.
“Hey,” she said, “still at that PC?”
“I was getting updates done.” He lied.
“Well the kids are at my mom’s I’m off to take a nap.” His wife kissed his cheek.
“OK hun.” John heard her go up the steps and he reconnected to the chat server.
‘Whew, that was close’ he thought. He perused the rooms to find where he was or maybe a different one when he got an IM. It was Laura.

“What the hell?” she asked.
“Sorry, complications here.” He replied.
“Really? Wife come in, did she?”
“Was a close one.” He admitted to her.
“You married guys, god, grow a pair and just tell ‘em you’re cyber fucking.”
“OH YEAH, that would work.” John typed
“LoL” Laura typed back. “Any days she’ll be gone for most of it? I can clear my schedule and we could have some real fun.”
John could not believe what he just read, a woman wanted to plan a chat date. “In a few days she has to go out of town, I could get the kids to Grandma’s” he typed quickly.
“mmm, sounds good hun. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and we can Iron out details. Bye for now.” Laura signed off.
‘Oh my God’ John thought I got a cyber date. Looking at the clock he decided to get some dinner going.

Sunday came and John stayed logged in, hoping Laura would make an appearance.
It wasn’t till 3pm she finally showed up in the lobby.
“Hi Laura” John IM’d her after a few minutes of letting her get settled in the room.
“Well hey sweetie. Did you wait all day?” Laura teased
“Nah, just since 7am LoL” John sent back.
“So when will she be gone.”
“She goes out of town tomorrow afternoon and I can have the kids to Grandma’s and be back by 6.” John wrote back
“Wow, I can tell you’re really excited hun. Is this getting you horny? LOL  when will she be back?” Laura asked.
“The next day. We could go all night Lady.”
“Mmm, I’m looking forward to it.” She responded.
“Do you maybe want to play now?” John hoped.
“Let’s save it sweetie, for tomorrow.” Laura said
“OK, I’ll see you then 6 o’clock”
“You bet, later hun” and Laura signed off.

Monday came and John had the kids off to grandma’s. The PC was on and ready. He wore his most comfortable baggy sweats. He smiled with anticipation of what was to come. And the door bell rang.

“Aarrgh” he growled and then answered it. “Yes”
There stood a tall, thick bodied blonde with shoulder length hair and a long, open, red leather trench coat with jeans.
“Hi John.” She said like she knew him. “Are you going to ask me in?
John was confused and looked it. “Do I know you?”
She gave a broad smile. “I would hope so, I’m Laura.”
It took a second to sink in but John finally made the connection. “W, why are you here?”
Laura had enough of standing on the porch and pushed past the shorter man, and then standing in his living room began to remove her coat. “I’m here to play John.” She said matter of factly. “We were going to play tonight.”
“How did you find me?” His face was still in surprise.
“John” she began to explain. “Amazingly enough, we live in the same town and when I saw your profile pic I said to myself ‘I know THAT guy’” Laura smiled “and I do. I see you at the grocery store all the time. Now it took a little work but your face is also in the Chamber of Commerce photo and when I found that I had a name, then an address.” Laura looked very pleased describing her detective work.

John closed the door and looked sideways at her, trying to understand her angle. “So you’re going to black mail me or something”
Laura’s smile turned into a frown “No, I just came to play and get a bit of that tasty body. You are not being very hospitable Johnny.” She scolded.
“I...I’m sorry.” He stammered “I never thought I’d see you here. I thought we were going to…” He indicated the PC in the corner “You know.”
Laura smiled and slowly began walking toward him. “But don’t you get tired of that thing. Just talking about what you would do. Baby, I am right here” she said with arms spread. She stepped closer. “No screens between us now.” She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard, pressing her big boobs into him.

John’s mind was racing ‘Oh my God, Jill will kill me’ he thought. But he could feel Laura’s hard nipples press into his chest. ‘God she’s like a Valkyrie’ his eyes had to look up to her. Suddenly Laura broke the kiss.
“Come on Johnny, I don’t have all night.” And she began unbuttoning her shirt while John stood there watching. When she whipped it off John could see the fullness of her breasts spilling out of a too tight bra. He had seen them in her profile but now, now they were in his living room. Laura unbuttoned the faded blue jeans and pushed them slowly down her wide hips to reveal no panties.
John swallowed. ‘Maybe it was a trap. Maybe his wife knew about his cybering.” He looked and in the bare spot of her groin on the left side of the racing stripe that was her pussy hair there was a deep red heart shaped tattoo. ‘Oh my god, it is Laura’ he knew now. He had seen it in her profile pic.
 
Laura pulled his unresisting body to hers and she kissed him again, running her hands up and down his sides. John slowly started to respond. “Do you know what I want to do?” she said face to face with him.
John just shook his head.
“I brought a banana” Laura smiled wickedly. “Let’s play get the banana” She pulled john along and sat at the edge of his couch cushion and spread her legs wide. John stared as she splayed open her pussy lips and reaching for her coat pulled a slightly green banana from its pocket. Slowly she peeled it. “Get down and look, silly” she told him “Watching it go in might be as good as getting it out.”

John kneeled down, his eyes now level with her moist opening and slowly she pushed the peeled banana into her pussy. Bit by bit it entered her till just the tip poked out and then she popped that in too. Leaning forward she reached for his head and yanked him down to her crotch “Get the banana Johnny.” And she held him to her pussy. John put his tongue out and slithered it up into her hot hole. He probed with it and found the edge of the banana.
“Get it baby.”Laura encouraged, up on one elbow and her other hand still at the back of his head. “Get the banana out.”
John had his tongue as deep as it could go and all he could do was touch the banana with it, how could he get it out.
“Suck it Johnny, suck my pussy” Laura yelled.
John planted his lips firmly over her entire twat and he began to suck. He sucked hard pulling his cheeks in, pulsating the pressure. Suck, release, suck, release, and finally he sucked as hard as he could. He could feel the tip of the banana with his teeth, carefully he got hold of it, trying to not bit it through, and he pulled more of it out.
Laura smiled, she could feel his progress. “Eat it baby! Come on Johnny, eat the banana.” And he did. As he pulled more and more out he took it into his mouth and chewed the pussy juice drenched fruit. He ate it all from her slot, until it was gone.

Laura looked down at John between her legs. “That was good baby but you know you’re not done.”
“Oh?” John looked at her.
“I didn’t come yet Johnny, get back in there.” She didn’t need to hold his head this time, John dove in and she laid back and purred under his mouth work.
John slide two fingers inside her while sucking gently on her clit. The thought that he was cheating on his wife crossed his mind but it also just kept on walking. He licked her juices from his fingers and put them right back in, while Laura would moan and give him direction.

Mmmmm, she purred loudly after the last come and sat up. “Come here baby” and with one hand she freed a tit from her bra and the other guided him in to suckle her nipple. “Good boy.” She smiled and reaching down she got her hand in his baggy sweat pants and found a raging hard on. ‘Not too big but not too small’ she thought to herself and began to slowly fist his cock, occasionally squeezing it hard just to see that he was paying attention. John in the meantime was in tittie heaven. He had pushed his face between them and was licking her cleavage and around her big melons.
“You like that don’t’ you Johnny.” She held his head again. He just nodded with tit in his mouth. “Finger my pussy Johnny and we can cum together.” She said.
Now he left her breast, “Can’t I fuck you?” he sounded so disappointed.
“Not this time sweetie.” She spit in her palm and went back into his sweats. “This is punishment for not being ready for me. Besides, a hand job was all you were planning on anyway.” She laughed.

He couldn’t argue with her and her hand felt so much better than his own. He pushed two fingers in her slit and curled them up to rub her g spot. He actually knew where it was and he could tell when he found it. Laura threw her head back and moaned loud, almost growled. She wasn’t there yet but she was close. John’s own orgasm was building and when she started talking dirty it all accelerated.
“You’re gonna cum for me aren’t you Johnny. We’re gonna fill those sweats with Jizz huh baby? Tell me you love it boy.”
“God yes, jerk me off Laura. Oh god.”
“Say please Baby.” Laura grinned, knowing she had control.
“Please make me cum Laura.”
“As soon as I cum Johnny, so do you. Now faster baby faster.” She encouraged him.
John’s fingers were a blur as they pistoned inside her, trying desperately to make her cum. He could feel it, her walls were closing in, her pussy was clenching his fingers.
“Please cum” he begged.
Laura screamed, filling the house and she shuddered.  John watched in wonder as she got off.
She smiled at him as her cum subsided and she fisted his cock faster. “Almost there, almost there.” She coxed him. Until finally he blew it all. His dick shot its wad right into his sweat pants and Laura kept milking. “Good boy, good boy” She kept saying.

John had pulled his sweats off and now sat on the floor. Laura reached for her shirt and slipped it on.
“You don’t have to go.” John watched her put her clothes back on.
Laura smiled down at him. “That was enough for me hun. I got other things to do. Hand me my pants Johnny.”
He passed them up to her. “No one calls me that, ‘Johnny’.” He pointed out.
She smiled down at him as she zipped up. “I’ll be the only one then huh?” Laura found her coat. “Come give me a kiss goodbye hun.”
John stood up “Are we going to do this again?” he asked hopefully.
She put her arms over his shoulders as he was shorter. “I don’t know. Do you want to?” she teased.
“Yes please.” He smiled like a little boy.
“Well next time, you will be more prepared for me won’t you?” she looked down her nose at him.
“Oh yes, I’ll be ready.” He promised
Laura patted his cheek and then kissed him. “Good boy” then walked to the door. “See ya, Johnny.”
John looked around the room. This was reality. ‘I just had sex with a virtual stranger in my house’ he smiled wide.

The next day, Tuesday, John logged into the chat server the moment he got home, waiting for anything. Laura never showed. ‘Dammit’ he said under his breath. But he went to bed and snuggled to his wife who was already sound asleep. Wednesday went the same way. It was usually his big chat day since the wife and kids went to church but he just sat there monitoring, hoping the thick Viking looking woman would show. On Thursday he started to wonder if it had truly happened. John got up for a glass of wine. He only had a small glass a day, for digestive health but he filled the goblet this time. He sat and drank a big gulp and her IM popped up on the screen.

“Hi Johnny” it said.
“HI, I missed you” he typed frantically “been busy?” he fished for an explanation.
“I was actually out of town for a few days.” Laura replied.
“Oh” John smiled on his end; it wasn’t something he did then. “I hope it wasn’t something bad.”
“No, just some business, hun.” She typed. “So you missed me, huh?”
“Yeah, I wanted to talk about Monday night.” He typed.
“Oh, are you regretting it?” she asked.
“No, god no. I loved it.” He put in quickly.
“So what’s wrong?”
“I want to do it again.” John typed.
“LoL I told you we would. God, you’re so eager.” She put up.
“Sorry” he quickly typed ‘god I’m looking like a horn dog’ he thought.
“It’s ok hun. It’s flattering.” She soothed him. “I’m free Saturday if your wife will be gone again.” She offered.
“She won’t be gone. Couldn’t we go to your place?” John asked.
“NO” was all she replied.
John didn’t feel it was fair. She knew where he lived and who he was; he still didn’t know who she truly was. He couldn’t place her.

“How about a motel?” he offered. “Out by the highway.”
“That works but does your wife see the credit card statement?” Laura cautioned him “You give me cash, I’ll get the room.”
“OK, Saturday. What time?” John was excited by the prospect of sex again with Laura.
“Noon, but I have a condition.” Laura typed.
“What?” John was a little leery but curious.
“I get you till at least 8 o’clock. Can you handle 8 hours of me, Johnny?” she challenged.
John smiled on his end. ‘8 hours wouldn’t be enough’ he thought. “It’s a deal.”
“See you then hun.” And Laura logged off.
John had to wait 2 days. He had sex with his wife Friday night and it was hot…because he was thinking of Laura. But Saturday finally rolled around.

I have always been fond of Medieval times but a nice Cowboy (old West)  story might be challenging. I've never done one.

While I am writing I listen to certain love songs:
Underneath your cloths- Shakira
Forever - Queen (especially the instrumental version)
One Year of Love - Queen
Send me an Angel - Scorpions
A Time For US (Romeo& Juliet theme) - Barratt Waugh

But when Im actualy in Achat doing...you know, they are a little livelier
but EVERY ONE needs a copy of "Love to Love You Baby"  by Donna Summer.  mmmm mm, gets me in the mood.

-More story- 

I showered, patted, powdered, and perfumed. I found some jeans and a sweater and then looked for a dress. ‘Hmm, elegant but modest.’ I repeated the instructions in my head. “Oh the dress I wore to nana’s funeral.” I said out loud. Holding it up, I inspected it; pure black, sleeveless, round high neckline, very simple but with pearls and earrings it would be a wonderful backdrop to... me. I couldn’t help smile and be giddy. I was going to dinner with an awesome man that looked at me with such hunger and held me with so much desire, it was intoxicating. I put my auburn hair up and pinned the bun with black chopsticks. Very inventive I thought. Stuffing the rest in an overnight bag I was out the door.

I arrived at Steve’s just under the two hour mark and took my bag inside. Slowly he came down the stairs in a wonderful charcoal gray suit that fit him so perfectly and a lavender tie for color, God he looked gorgeous. 
He smiled at me and started circling. “Well, let’s have a look at you.”
I began to twirl. “No no, you stand still, look straight ahead.” He corrected.
It seemed odd but I complied. Steve moved slowly around me. I felt his hand smooth a wrinkle on my back and then he finally stood before me.
“I said nothing about jewelry.” He said resting his elbow in his other hand and then stroking his chin. “Take them off.”
“But they look wonderful.” I protested.
“They do indeed,” he agreed. “But it is not what I instructed. Now would you like to argue about it all night or do you wish to go to dinner?”
My mouth dropped open and I stood there for a moment looking at him but he didn’t move and he made no further remark. I gave in and pulled the pearl earrings off and unclasped the beads from my neck. He held out his hand to accept them and then placed them on the mantle. He then held out his elbow for me and out the door we went.

Steve took us to the Highland Garden Cafe; a beautiful restaurant overlooking the valley with plants and fresh potted herbs hanging from everywhere. When we were seated Steve pulled my chair out for me and then whispered in my ear how perfect I looked. I smiled and sat up taller at his praise. Steve ordered for the both of us, which people don’t really do anymore but it was sweet and old fashioned and I loved it. The evening was perfect and we even danced to a few slow songs. On the way home we talked.
“Andi,” He started, “I think by now you have noticed I like things a certain way. I like them my way.” He looked over at me as he drove. “I don’t think the things I ask are too much. Dress in the manner that I ask, which you look wonderful” he praised. “Be courteous and respectful, which after all is just being a good person.” I nodded at his explanation. ‘Steve was just old fashioned’ I thought. “So far it’s going well isn’t it?” he finally asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “I had a wonderful evening Steve. I do love being with you.”
He gave me that beautiful disarming smile of his. “Good, I’m glad.” Then he took my hand in his and kissed it.

We made love in the living room in front of the fire. He always knows what romantic buttons to push and this was perfect. We lay there naked on our sides embracing each other and Steve was rubbing my bottom and quickly but not hard he gave it a smack and then rubbed again. I looked at him, not liking that but he stared me down, still rubbing my butt. Then he smacked it again a little harder. I was going to protest but he pressed a finger to my lips to shush me and kept rubbing. Then he smacked it again Harder.
“owww” I cried.
“Andi” he held my chin now. “I want it all”
I looked down not meeting his gaze. “But I don’t like that.” I said petulantly.
“I see.” Was all he said.
“Don’t be mad” I said still looking down.
“I am not angry. You are not ready to give It.” he said simply.
I looked into his eyes “One day, be patient.” I conceded.
He smiled again, all seriousness gone from his face as if my consenting to try was all he ever wanted. “One step at a time, my sweet one.” and he kissed me deeply.

Sunday I awoke in Steve’s bed all alone but with a note tented in half on his pillow. In his very neat handwriting he told me to bath, dress casually and follow the map he’d left on the mantle. ‘What was this about?’ I wondered. I found the map and next to it, a flashlight. Looking the note over carefully, there was nothing about a flashlight. ‘This is a test’ I said to myself and smiled. I left the flashlight and went outside into the crisp autumn air. The map was complete with contour lines and roadways so I was able to get my bearings from the hills around me as I walked. Steve had left implicit instructions stapled to the map and I followed them to the letter. At the end of his lane I found the path between the trees he mentions and clambering up a steep hill I see the path that goes down the other side. Steve had me wandering all over the valley but I wouldn’t give up and just kept following his directions. Finally pacing out the last of my steps I stood before an old unpainted barn. I flipped the paper and the map over but that was the last instruction. I turned expecting to see...I don’t know what. Then I heard him.
“You may open the door.”
The double barn doors were heavy and opened with creaks and groans. I expected it to be dark and dusty in there but a half a wall was open and in the middle of the hay strewn floor, flooded with sunlight stood Steve with a spread blanket and a basket behind him.
“Good morning my sweet. I’m so glad you made it. Breakfast?” He bid me come and I kneeled down and sat on my heels at his feet. He just stood there for a moment smiling down at me before sitting next to me.
“When did you do all this?” I asked curiously.
“I got up early. You made breakfast for me; I wanted to return the favor.” Opening the basket, Steve pulled out bagels and cream cheese and strawberries and bottles of orange juice. Putting them on paper plates and spreading the cheese we began to eat and enjoy the morning and the view. I so wanted to mention the flashlight but I held my tongue and quietly ate.
“Today is the last day of the weekend.” Steve put out there. “I asked for the weekend and you gave it to me.”
“You asked for many things.” I said in mock accusation.
“Were any of them to hard?” he said half seriously.
I smiled at him coyly, “No, I guess not.”
He took my hand and looked into my eyes. “I don’t want to stop.”
“I don’t want you to.” I said softly. Slowly he moved in and kissed me. His hands moved down my back smoothing and rubbing me then he started pulling up, lifting my sweater off of me.
“STEVE! Someone might go by.” I said in protest.
“Andi” he just looked at me and I thought for a moment what he wanted from me, after this whole weekend, what he was truly asking of me.
“I trust you.” And I thrust my arms up and let him pull my sweater off. My man wanted me naked. He wanted my body now and I would give it. My heavy breasts feel free and the nipples immediately harden in the cool fall air. Steve’s lust was evident by the look on his face. He reached down and grabbed the long braid I had put in that morning. He held it like a leash and instructed me.
“Open my pants my sweet.” He said lustfully. I kept my eyes locked on his. My hands worked at his belt and the button of his Levis then finally the zipper. Without breaking our gaze I pushed them to his ankles and off. He bent down and kissed me hard, then holding my head pushed his half erect cock through my lips. I welcomed it and immediately began to suckle him. I loved feeling it grow in my mouth, its length, its thickness expanding right above my tongue. He moaned above me, letting me know I was pleasing him. My hand moved to his balls and fondled them gently as I began to move my lips up and down his now hard shaft. Steve yanked on the braid getting my attention. I looked up at him, my mouth full of cock.
“Wrap those tits around it sexy.” He ordered and I complied, getting up higher on my knees and pushing the soft flesh around his hot thick member. Spitting more saliva into my cleavage, I began to move my hips and back, making my titties slide around his big sweet dick. The thick head of it reaching my lips, I lapped at it with every pass, making mewing sounds as it would pull away from me. I just truly meet Steve on Friday and already I yearned for his body, his cock. I felt him grab the back of my head and force my mouth down the shaft. I took all I could, feeling the head slip into my throat. I held it for as long as I could for him before pulling it out and kissing the head. Steve pulled me to my feet and began to unfasten my jeans and pushed them down. Then he told me to kick them off and get to a barn post. I grabbed it, unsure of what was to come next. He positioned my legs wide and I was bent over and holding onto the post. Steve whispered in my ear as his hands began exploring my bent over body, my hanging tits. “You’re mine Andi. My sexy sweet slut.” He squeezed the flesh and lightly pulled down on the nipples making me cry out. But my brain caught up ‘did he just call me a slut?’ My body did its best to ignore my brain. This man was playing me like a master musician. His hand slide over my ass and down my slit rubbing my quickly wetting lips and suddenly smacking my defenseless bottom.
“Oww” I cried out. But before I could protest more he dropped down and buried his face into my ass and thighs. His tongue lapping at my hot hole and his big hands massaging my rump. I was breathing hard and so close to cumming. And again he slapped my right ass cheek but now I didn’t care. I was so close to cumming, so excited that any touch was going into overload. And when I didn’t cry out Steve kept smacking me, not viciously hard or torturous but solid smacks all over my right cheek, slapping my bottom with a loud SMACK. I could feel my ass getting warm. I knew it was getting redder but his tongue was deep in me and then he slipped a finger inside and rubbed my spot... I cried out, cumming, gushing out of my pussy. I clung to that post hanging on as my knees got weak. Finally it subsided and Steve took me into his arms as I caught my breath
“You beat my ass.” I breathed into his ear as he near held me up.
“Yes”
“I can feel it now. It’s so warm. Kind of stingy.” Still catching my breath.
“Yes” he said again.
I leaned into him and nuzzled into his chest. “I still don’t think I’m ready for it when I’m not about to... well you know, when I’m not excited.”
He laughed easily at my stammering and lifted my chin to his gaze “You did so well my sweet.” He said softly. “Stop worrying about it. I’m very proud of you.”
“But you never came.” My hand reached down to his still throbbing cock. “Let me take care of it.” I asked him with a little pleading smile.
Steve took me over to some hay bales were he reclined and spread his legs. Kneeling down I took him in my hands and began to fondle him. I stroked him gently and kissed the head many times. Then slowly I took him into my mouth and suckled him, delighting in the saltyness and texture of his flesh. I moved him in and out of my mouth. Slowly building my pace, I let my hand lead my lips, stroking and bobbing on his fat cock. I heard him moan and say my name.
“Oh Andi, you are the perfect girl.” I smiled inside with my mouth filled with him. “Such an adorable little slut.”
There it was again. All of me heard it this time. I pulled his rod from my mouth and looked at him. “Did you call me a slut?”
Steve popped his eyes open and looked at me. “I did.” He put simply.
“I’m not a slut. I don’t like that.” I dropped his cock and began to back away to get up.
“Andi I don’t mean it that way.” He tried to explain.
“How can you mean it differently?” I protested.
“Andi, have you ever called a man a stud?” he stayed calm
“Yes but I’m not calling him a slut.” I argued.
“No, you’re calling him a horse, an animal but still you mean it in a positive way. I didn’t mean any of the negative connotations that people apply to that word. If I had said minx would you have been less offended?” he said.
“Probably” I said astonished.
“But they mean the same thing.” He explained. Steve paused and looked around for a moment, then seeming to have collected his thoughts he continued. “Andi, I am truly sorry that you were offended. Please understand that I did not mean to hurt you my sweet. If you will not have that word then I will not use it. Forgive me my sweet?”
‘Oh my God he just apologized to me’, went through my head. “But why did you use it?” I asked, truly confused.
Steve came down from the bales and knelt with me in the hay. He gently pushed hair from my face and explained, “I meant it like a man would call his lover ‘my sexy girl’, ‘my hot little minx’ but I’ll never use it again. He kissed my forehead and got up and began dressing. I guess the moment was ruined.

when I see those I'm thinking "wow, someone has confidence issues" real men don't  do that, real men are confident.
And confidence is very sexy.

I'm not sure where to post this; its not a work of fiction persay and I would love to hear other stories of peoples first. But today in a chat all the memories of my first online Domme came flooding back and I feel like sharing.

Her name was Claire and it was over 11 years ago and we met in yahoo chat. I was maybe 5 months pregnant and my hormones were raging and I was constantly horny (as I have mentioned before). She was from the UK and 22 and I wasn't working so I was home alone during the day and we just started talking and giggling and at first it was vanilla roleplay but as days went by we had both been reading sites about D/s. So we started a roleplay,  I was an upstairs maid in her employ who had gotten pregnant from one of Madam's Aristocrat  guests who now of course denied everything. Madame in her generosity did not kick me out but took pity on me and would keep me in her employ and help me care for my coming child in her own house. Madam's care though had a price, our relationship changed and I was her pet and she my Mistress. Madam's abuse of me was not harsh, mostly it was just spankings, it was after all D/s not SM. As I say both Claire and I were newbs at this kind of roleplay but I think that is what made it special, like giving your virginity to someone who is also a virgin. We explored together and there were no wrong turns or bad experiences because we constantly talked even out of the roleplay. At this time I was closer to Claire than my own husband and one time in the game she threatened to send me away and my character broke down in tears and begged her Mistress' forgiveness while I myself balled my eyes out in my computer chair(again I blame pregnancy hormones). After the roleplay I told Claire this, sharing all with her as we always did. and I think it scared her." Shit became real" as the saying goes.

Claire started coming on less and we roleplayed less but still talked. Then she states she would like to take the other path and go sub, she felt that was calling her. I told her I could never Dominate her, not Madame Claire. And then one day I guess she just never came back. She would not answer my offline messages and she was never online again. I never held bitterness to her but I would be lying to say I wasn't a little heart broken. So I cleaved to my husband, my real, always there man, and told him about D/s. He was shocked at first but then thrilled. We don't outright play a lot any more. but the bedroom is usually spiced in that flavor.

So Claire, thank you, if you're out there. You will always be my first.

My  ...  I don't think about what make me off ...

It is different , for my mood , for my previous experiences  and feelings ...

A Thing that really turn me OFF is asking requests about  ... Realworld Stuff ( Pics , Cams , Mails ... ) 
They kills my fun a lot , but still, for some who are imaginative and fun ... it is not a reason to "IGNORE" them .

Else .. well I don't have rules : a word, maybe a comma may change the magic to a duty ...

I can't express what is the red line between fun and duty .
I can't express what is the red line between fully enjoyment and borness ...

That's the magic of life !

This.

I so agree. My life is MY life. this is not it. this is fun and games.
Like in Yahoo chat back when  "ASL"  "Why? I'm not gonna meet you"
I'm here to cyber, have fun, make up fantasies and exercise my imagination.
If I make good friends with someone, that's wonderful and a whole other story.