Happy Birthday

He gave me a predatory smile as I was getting dressed to go out for my birthday and then fairly purred, “You know, I don’t think you’ve ever received birthday spankings.” “Spankings? For my birthday? What are you talking about?” I was preoccupied with my hair, getting it just so and wasn’t quite ready for it when he grabbed my hips to pull me backwards against him. “Birthday. Spankings. You get one for each year and then one to grow on. But I seem to recall you never having heard of the tradition until it came up in conversation a few weeks ago. So, should I give you a spanking for your birthday?”

I blushed cherry red and giggled. “I don’t know. I mean, what if I hate spankings after all?” “Then we don’t do it again. But I think that twenty five plus one to grow on should give you an idea about whether or not you like it..” He slid his hand under my skirt and cupped my mound, squeezing gently, before slipping a finger beneath the elastic to stroke the smoothness of my already moistening cunt. “Hmm, I think you want a spanking. I can feel you getting wet already for me.” And he pulled me across the room, bending me over the bed. I turned to look at him and he gave me a smile. “Nothing too hard, just a little sting. Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, wondering what had gotten into me and then my skirt was flipped up and my panties slowly pulled down to reveal what I thought was a nice ass. He confirmed it for me with a quick grab at both cheeks before I watched him pull his hand back for the first strike. But I didn’t want to watch him hit me. I turned away and arched my back, pushing my ass towards him and I heard the smile in his voice, “Good girl.”

Suddenly his hand came down across both cheeks and he was right it was just a little sting. That was one. Two and three followed with the same measured precision and my body began to relax into it. Maybe my brain didn’t know what it wanted, but the rest of me seemed to. I silently counted the stinging swats in my head and I noticed as he paused at fifteen to check on me. All I could do was nod that I was OK and felt his fingers probe at my cunt that was, by now, dripping wet with desire. “Lovely,” he whispered and the spanking resumed.

My last eleven hits were not as a measured as the first half of my spanking, but came down hard and fast and I could hear his breathing change as he spanked me. I knew he had to be rock hard and I knew I wanted him to fuck me with a freshly spanked ass. Instead as he wrapped up my spanking he leaned down to brush soft kisses along my stinging cheeks, before suddenly running his tongue along my slit gathering my wetness and savoring the taste of it.

He knelt behind me and buried his face against me. I pushed back trying to give him easy access to my cunt, so he could taste it, so I could come on his face, so maybe he would fuck me next. I was grateful for the bed to lean against as my legs began to shake and muscles began to spasm. I cried out, trembling as my orgasm gushed all over his face. Then I heard a belt being undone and his cock was buried inside me. I moaned with delight and squirmed against him, feeling every inch. His strong hands kneaded at my ass and the sting intensified a little when he did. The feeling made me moan again and he leaned forward. “You liked that didn’t you? Having your ass spanked and now your juicy cunt getting fucked. Tell me!”

His words made me shudder and I nodded in agreement with him. A sharp smack came down across my ass. “Use your words.” “Yes, I like it when you spanked my ass. Please fuck me! Please!” I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I wanted him and I wanted to orgasm with him inside of me. “I should keep spanking your ass while I fuck you. Would you like that?” “Yes. Yes I would.”

And he found a rhythm that lined up a hard spank, harder than before at least, with every thrust. My face was buried in the bed as I moaned loudly and thrust myself back against him. As his movements became gradually more erratic so did the spanking and I never knew when he’d hit me again. I felt him steady himself with one hand tight on my hip and the other still swatting my ass while he slammed his cock in and out of me. Out of nowhere came a particularly hard hit and I nearly screamed as the orgasm that hit me, lifted me onto my toes and left me breathless. He hit me again just as hard repeatedly and it felt like I wasn’t ever going to stop coming. My muscles twitched and sucked at his cock and I heard him grunt, then felt both hands at my hips as he pounded into me, looking for the release he needed. “That’s it. Let me fuck you. Let me fill you with my come.”

His words made me twitch and he groaned. “Do it again. Come while I fuck you. Let me feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.” I swore and began to move again, his words reigniting the fire that he’d only just put out. I fucked him back clenching and squeezing at him and felt another orgasm growing. I growled, “Harder.” And he responded by tightening his grip to the point where I’d feel it the next day and fucked me as hard as he could. I fairly howled with pleasure as I orgasmed for him again, as I felt his come fill me up, hearing him groan in release.

My hair forgotten I collapsed fully against the bed as he leaned forward to kiss my back. I lifted my head, turning to give him a naughty smile and as he pulled away he slapped my ass one last time. “I think you like getting spanked. And I know I like spanking you. You should see how red your sexy ass is. I’m going to start turning it that color often. Any complaints?” I just shook my head and smiled.

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Brittany’s Evening

Brittany stood by the front door for a long time, reliving the kiss that David had just given her. Finally she took another deep breathe, double and triple checked the locks and headed off to bed. She spent a long time awake that night, just thinking about that kiss and envisioning herself telling David about any of the things Frank had done and possibly scaring him off. Should she tell him? Could she? Did it matter if she did? After a long time of worry and fear she drifted off to sleep. Her nightmares, forever constant, only woke her once that night and letting herself think of the kiss she’d shared with David helped her fall back asleep.

The next morning she frowned to herself thinking it was just a kiss, how could it be affecting her so deeply? But it really was. This seemed to be a new beginning and she was curious to see where it might lead, although also afraid of how it might end. Saturday morning Brittany awoke to her phone pinging repeatedly and upon picking it up found several messages from David starting with “Good morning, Beautiful,” and ending with a suggestion of dinner and a movie at his place. Again Brittany became apprehensive. Would he want more than she could give? She thought for a long moment, weighing her decision carefully before agreeing to join him later.

Later that day she pulled into his drive way, grabbed the bottle of wine she’d brought, hoping that whatever they were having would go well with a red and walked to the door, which opened before she could knock. David pulled her into his arms for a brief hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek, not giving her any time to think. For a brief instant she relaxed into him before he pulled away. He counted that as a win and led her inside where there were steaks finishing in the oven. They smelled delicious and the pair was soon tucking into a delightful meal while they chatted about their week and swapped silly stories about their childhood. He smiled and enjoyed her laughter. It had been rare when they first started seeing one another. David had known he wanted more with Brittany for many months now, but had been very careful not too push too hard, sensing that if she felt scared or threatened that she’d run. And he’d have been right. But right now she didn’t want to run. Having dinner with him tonight was telling her that. She was looking forward to the over the top action flick he’d rented and just being with him.

Brittany looked at David, “I want to kiss you again.” Brittany took a deep breath and placed her hands against David’s chest. She raised her face to meet his and kissed him. She was shy at first, but then remembered the spark that had flown between them the first time they kissed and she grew more aggressive. They were wrapped around each other, kissing and touching and holding on as though for dear life. It seemed that the floodgates had opened for her and she felt like she was making up for lost time.

Eventually they pulled apart and stared at one another wondering what was next. Brittany spoke first, “I’m scared. I’m sorry” And her chin began to tremble, eyes filling with unshed tears. David pulled her close to him and dropped a kiss against the top of her head. “I know you are and that’s OK. But I want you to know that I want to be with you. I love you. And I’m willing to wait for you to be ready for anything that you want.” She raised her gaze to meet his and he saw shock and awe there. “How can you love me when I’m such a mess?” “You’re not a mess. You’re a good woman who’s been through some rough shit.” And he kissed her again gently.

Brittany sighed against his lips and returned the kiss hungrily. She did want more, but she was scared. She realized that she loved him too. His sense of humor, his gentle attitude, and his patience had all won her over, so slowly she hadn’t known it until now. She explored his body with her hands taking in the breadth of his shoulders and his lightly muscled arms. Her fingers drifted down to the hem of his t-shit, toying with it and he let her go long enough to pull it off at which point she leaned in and planted a kiss in the middle of his chest and trailed upwards along his neck and back to his lips. David shivered at her lips hitting a particularly tender spot and Brittany smiled at the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she was ready for this.

Slowly she reached for the hem of her own t-shirt watching David’s face as she did so. He merely smiled at her and leaned in for a quick kiss before allowing her to continue and soon both her shirt and bra were gone. His eyes widened in appreciation of the sight before him and he pulled her close wanting to feel her body against his. His mouth followed his touch and he began to learn her body. She gasped when he reached her nipples and began to play with them. They were so sensitive and her body arched into his hands as her head fell back. He pulled his lips away and looked up at her. “More Britt?” She lifted her head just a little and gave him the naughtiest smile he’d ever seen. “Yes, please.” He resumed toying with her nipples, alternately sucking on one then the other and her hands reached for her jeans as she made small, excited noises. Suddenly she moaned and her body shook hard which David correctly interpreted as an orgasm from simply playing with her nipples and he was amazed at how responsive she was.

Moments late she was nude in his arms and he stroked her vulva gently, making her whimper, “Please, its been so long. I need you.” That was all he needed to hear and he let her go long enough to undress and grab a condom. She watched him, her widening slightly as she took in the man before her and was reaching for him as he moved over her. “Are you sure Britt?” She nodded breathlessly and they kissed again. David slowly slid inside of her feeling how tight she was and they both moaned, holding onto one another. He fucked her slowly, gently and she matched his rhythm, content to be slow, lazy and loved.

Their sex lasted well into the night; the pair was unable to get enough of one another and kept coming back for more. He feasted on her pussy as she sucked him off and then they fucked again hard this time (in his bed rather than on the couch.) Brittany was amazed at herself and having found love again she knew she never wanted to let it (or David) go.

This is the continuation of a post called “A New Beginning” which can be found here.

Wicked Wednesday 330 – A New Beginning

(Content Warning: This story discusses abuse, mental, emotional, physical and sexual. If this is something you’d prefer to not read I do understand. Keep yourself safe. Love, Livvy)

Brittany hadn’t been involved in a romantic or sexual relationship in years, not since the night her ex-husband left, leaving her beaten and violated in the process. The trauma had been enough to scare her away from any dating, even though there had been a time in her and her husband’s relationship where they had both enjoyed going out together and picking up pretty young women or handsome men. But as they grew older and Frank gained a bit of weight and felt like his wife was more attracted to other men than to him, the abuse started. It was little things at first, she barely noticed. But by the end, every thing was a fucking train wreck for her. She felt that was lucky she got out when she did and was able to start over. But being alone was…well, lonely.

She’d been through therapy and it helped some and she was on medication that was supposed to help the nightmares go away, but it only made her gain weight, which made her laugh bitterly at the irony there. Frank would’ve beat her and probably worse if she’d let herself go while they were together and now that she was free of him, here she was twenty pounds heavier and still terrified to reach out to anyone for anything. Her co-workers had finally given up on trying to make friends with her and the few friends she’d had before the divorce had drifted away afterwards when they couldn’t reach her through the fog of her own mental anguish. As the darkness ascended, her own terror became palpable every single night. Nightmares full of a hell that she relived over and over, of being held down and raped while he slapped her and called her a whore, waking up tied down and being forced to suck his dick until her shot his come across her face and left her there, immobile until he was ready for her again, and those were the tamer nightmares that she had. The mental and emotional hell had been worse because she couldn’t just disassociate herself from the name calling, the fights used against her, the gaslighting; it was all burned into her brain.

Rarely did she go out, except to handle necessities like groceries and other sundries, but when she was out she was constantly on high alert. Even seeing a man that had the same build as Frank was sometimes enough to leave her backing away in fear and hoping it wasn’t him, even though she knew he’d moved away after the divorce. On one of her trips she spotted a man, about her age, who looked nothing like Frank and watched him covertly as they both did their shopping in the small store. She was lonely she admitted to herself, but could she ever be that vulnerable again?

David watched the pretty, plump brunette that was watching him and wondered how to get her number without seeming too forward. He’d noticed her shopping before and she behaved like a frightened animal might if something unexpected crossed its path. He’d noticed it was always certain men who frightened her and he wondered who had hurt her so badly. He shook his head in frustration, knowing that, while, in his eyes, the good outweighed the bad, there was plenty of bad to be afraid of. It made him angry that a man could be so cruel to a woman, to anyone else, but he wasn’t naive enough t think the world was sunshine and roses.

After Brittany realized she’d been caught watching him, she hurried away, quickly finished her shopping and left. But by sheer coincidence they kept finding themselves shopping at the same time. David dared to smile at her and one time she gave him a tremulous smile in return. It was a good sign he thought. Next time he saw her, he posed a question about the best apples to buy and she took a deep breath before telling him that Fuji apples were her favorite. Her voice was so soft and quiet, he could barely hear her. He didn’t know that her heart was pounding so hard she could practically hear it or that he was the first man she’d spoken to outside of her job in longer than perhaps she cared to admit. Her therapist called this progress. Still the nightmares plagued her. She woke in a cold sweat one night, recalling how Frank had forced her to fellate the barrel of a gun that might or might not have been loaded while he jerked off to the scene before him, occasionally threatening to pull the trigger.

Weeks passed and each time David stopped her with a warm smile to say hello she grew less nervous about the tall, auburn haired man with his wire rimmed glasses; she realized she looked forward to seeing him. When he first suggested coffee she nearly turned and ran, but was able to stay calm and before she could think heard herself agreeing to an afternoon coffee date at a nearby cafe. Their relationship progressed slowly, with her setting the pace of things for the most part, although David dared to prod gently now and then, wanting to learn more about her. She indicated that she’d been though a bad divorce, but gave no other details. That alone was enough for David to fill in a few blanks.

After a solid year of coffees and dinners and the occasional trip to the movies, Brittany felt that David truly meant her no harm and she invited him in for a drink one night, wondering if she could handle where things might lead. She didn’t think he would push her to do anything, but there was a residual amount of fear still left in her. They shared a half a bottle of wine, rehashing the movie and talking about whatever came up. Before he left David turned to her, quite seriously, “Brittany, I don’t know what happened in your past or how I can help, but I’d very much like to be part of your future. And I’m going to ask you something I’ve wanted to ask for months. Can I give you a kiss?”

Brittany blinked in surprise; she couldn’t have looked more like a startled rabbit than she did right then and took a deep breath. Stepping closer to David she placed her hands in his and tilted her face to his. “Yes you can.” And their lips met, gently at first, and Brittany had to force back the tiniest feeling of panic. This was David and he wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted him. And slowly the kiss moved from gentle and tender to something a bit hotter, until Brittany pulled away gasping. She took a deep breath to steady herself and David smiled at her. “Goodnight Britt.” And he left her at her front door wanting more and realizing that maybe she could have it after all.

Wicked Wednesday 308 – Gina Drives Ashlee to Orgasm

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Gina giggled nervously as Ashlee kissed her cheek and along the side of her neck. Her giggle was cut short as she felt Ashlee’s teeth scrape her skin gently. She’d never been with another woman and even though she and Ashlee had been dating for several months, they hadn’t made it “all the way” as the saying goes. But Gina had told Ashlee in no uncertain terms that she wanted this, she was ready for it finally.

They laid together in Ashlee’s bed both still wearing a bra and panties that matched their personalities. Gina was feminine and girly in purple satin and lace whereas Ashlee was sportier in simple black boy shorts and a plain bra. That didn’t stop Gina from telling her that she looked good enough to eat, then blushing furiously at her own words. The pair laughed and Ashlee reached for Gina, “You’re more than welcome to have a taste any time you like.” Gina playfully tugged at Ashlee’s long blonde braid and gave her a kiss, one that seemed deeper and full of meaning compared to the kisses they typically shared. Gina’s hands settled tentatively on Ashlee’s shoulders and Ashlee pressed closer causing Gina to slide her hands around Ashlee’s shoulders and run her fingers down her girlfriend’s back.

It was Ashlee’s turn to giggle at the almost feather light touch and Gina pulled her closer to simply enjoy the feeling of holding Ashlee without so much clothing in the way. The pair shared a gentle kiss that deepened into more until the women pulled apart, breathless. Ashlee sat up and did away with her bra and grinned at the slightly stunned look on Gina’s face. “You like?” “Oh my, yes. But you’ll have to tell me what you like Ash.” And Gina reached out a single finger tracing around one pert breast then the other. “Just touch me. Try things you think feel good.”

Gina stroked Ashlee’s skin round and round in circles, getting closer to her nipples with each pass. She varied them tempo and pressure of the circles and Ashlee just relaxed into the touch. With a final pass, Gina reached her lover’s nipples and gave them both a little pinch that made Ashlee gasp quietly. Gina liked the noise so she did it again, over and over until Ashlee was panting with desire. Gina had found Ashlee’s favorite erogenous zone, the one that really got her going in a matter of moments. Ash whimpered as Gina leaned over to flick her tongue first across one nipple then the other. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.” So Gina alternated licking and sucking and biting at Ashlee’s nipples listening to the noises she was eliciting and smiling when she saw Ashlee’s hand reach for her own panties. She helped Ashlee kick them off and then stopped to watch as the other woman teased her clit.

Ashlee was gentle with herself, rubbing the nub back and forth, for a moment before dipping her fingers into her pussy and spreading the wetness across her skin. Gina watched fascinated while Ashlee brought herself to orgasm. The movement of her fingers was hypnotizing and watching them slip inside of her made Gina want to touch too. She reached out tentatively and Ashlee’s wet fingers took hers; together four fingers slid back into Ashlee’s warm hole and Gina grinned with delight as her fingers moved back and forth, touching Ashlee as though she might break. Ashlee’s own fingers found their way back to her clit and she ran her free hand through Gina’s hair. “I like you touching me like that. If you go a little faster and harder I’ll come for you.”

Immediately Gina began to increase her movements wanting desperately to see an orgasm up close like this, wanting to feel Ashlee clench around her fingers, and then to lick them clean. As Gina fingered her girlfriend she reached again for her nipples and began to alternate pinching them back and forth until Ashlee abandoned her clit and took over pinching both nipples at the same time. Suddenly she trembled and swore and Gina pinched Ashlee’s clit the way she had been pinching her nipples. That was the edge and Ashlee fell over it, gushing against Gina’s fingers as she gradually slowed her paced and finally stopped altogether. She smiled at Ashlee and sucked her fingers into her mouth. “Mmmm. You taste good. Can I?” Ashlee grinned at Gina and pulled her close for a kiss. “In a bit my love, but first it’s my turn.”

Certainty of a Woman

Lexi stood in front of the mirror debating what to wear out on her fifth date with James. She smiled at the thought of him, still a little awed by the way he made her feel. Her hands skimmed across the curves of her body and she sighed softly, hoping things never changed between them. She was falling hard and fast for this man and it frightened her a little; at the same time it awakened things within her that she never thought she’d feel. Her deep brown hair was already arranged on her head in a mass of artful curls and she was putting the finishing touches on her make up when she heard the knock at the door. Either James was early or she was running late.

Throwing on a short satin robe that gaped at the top she peered through the peephole, assuring herself that it was, in fact, James who knocked at the door. She reached out and opened the door slowly, revealing her nearly nude body to him and he couldn’t help the appreciative stare that took her all in. “God you’re gorgeous.” “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome. Come on in and let me finish getting ready then we’ll go.” He stepped through the doorway giving her a light kiss on the lips, resisting the urge to just undo her robe and take her to bed right there. The only thing he wanted was to be with her and he didn’t care where or how. Whether it was making her laugh over dinner or worshiping her body before he made love to her it was all the same to him. He wondered if she felt the same.

Lexi grinned deviously to herself and as she turned back to face the room as the front door closed, she accidentally let the tie on her robe come undone. James had already seen her naked body and hadn’t been repulsed by it so she thought she’d give him a little peek of the hot pink lace bra and panties she was wearing before she got dressed. Instead James took one look at her and growled softly, “I don’t think we’re going out tonight.” and pulled her almost roughly into his arms, smothering her with a kiss. Lexi’s fingers wound their way into his hair as she returned his heated kisses and pressed her body tightly against his, grinding her hips against his already hard cock. James moaned into her mouth and she pulled away from him with a naughty grin on her lipstick smeared lips. She dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt while he watched her with anticipation.

His cock free of its confines sprung forward and Lexi began to stroke him using the droplets of pre-come as a lubricant to slick things up a bit. James watched the gorgeous woman at his feet, mesmerized by her stroking hand. He groaned when she flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock and then swirled it around the head, before enveloping him with her mouth. Her now free hand stroked his balls and rolled them gently across her palm, feeling the weight of them. She hummed softly as she sucked at his cock, simply enjoying the taste of him. James couldn’t help but rock his hips back and forth; watching Lexi’s red smeared mouth wrapped around him was almost too much.

She took her other hand and reached down to play with her clit and James just stared down at her a look of complete desire on his face. He watched her motions as he felt her ministrations to his cock become faster. He knew she must be wet and ready to come and wanted him to come with her. If she kept this up it wouldn’t be long.

His cock popped out of her mouth and she grinned at him, asking in her most innocent voice, “Would you like it if I swallowed all that hot come you’re going to give me?” Before he could answer she was sucking him again, hard this time as her fingers flew furious across her clit. James’ hips began to twitch and he could feel his balls tighten against his body just before he froze in place with his hips arched forward and shot the hot load that Lexi wanted right into her waiting mouth. A loud moan around his cock told him she was coming as well. They had reached that climax together and yet, neither of them was quite satisfied. Lexi pulled and licked her own fingers as well before allowing James to help her back to her feet where he kissed her again this time tasting both of them on her lips. “Now then, shall we clean up and still get dinner? We’ll come home for dessert though I think.” James smiled at her words, “You’re dessert.”

For those who are curious how Lexi and James’ first date went, you can find that story here.

A Night Out

Ellie grinned at Matt in the darkened theater and reached for his belt, watching him closely. He looked at her for a long moment, then looked at her pale hand resting against him and grinned back at her. They shared a quick excited kiss and Ellie’s nimble fingers went to work on his belt buckle. She quickly leaned over him and before anyone could’ve noticed what they were up to in the back of the theater her warm mouth had engulfed his cock. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape and held very still, enjoying the feel of her mouth wrapped around him.

A muffled giggle came from Matt’s lap and she began to tease him, licking at the head of his cock, running her tongue along the shaft gently, before finally taking all of him once more. Matt’s fingers slid from the armrest to wrap themselves in Ellie’s hair, holding it out of the way so he could see as much as possible in the dark. HE gasped softly and wanted so badly to thrust his hips, but he knew the squeaky chairs would give them away so he stayed very still while his lovely wife tortured and teased him to the edge of orgasm before stopping.

She leaned up and whispered to him, “I’m not wearing any panties and I want you to fuck me, right here, right now.” Matt’s eyes widened at her words and sat forward in the seat a bit so Ellie could sit in his lap and ride his cock in a movie theater where people only had to look behind them and they’d see what was going on. Ellie moved cautiously, also aware of the seats and began to slowly rock herself back and forth on Matt’s cock. His hands found her breasts and pinched at her nipples through the dress she wore. “You’re not wearing a bra either are you?” She shook her head no in response to his question and felt him twitch. Bubbly laughter threatened to overwhelm her, but Matt clamped his fingers down on her nipples and made her bite her tongue to stop the tiny noises she normally made from slipping out of her mouth.

As he released them to feel the weight of her in his hands she squeezed tightly with her muscles and began to use them to milk his cock. She sighed softly and leaned back against him. Matt took the chance and trailed fiery kisses along the side of Ellie’s neck and reached down to hold her hips steady. He could feeling her tightening around him and wanted so badly to bend her forward over the seats in front of them and just fuck her as hard as he could. He kissed her neck again, silencing the groan that wanted to come from his lips and dared to thrust against her very gently. The seat didn’t make a sound so he keeps his movements up as she rippled against him. Between the motion of her muscle and his gentle thrusting they were both ready to explode. Ellie tilted her head back, “Don’t come. I want to taste you mixed with my juices.” Matt swore softly under his breathe and then shuddered as he felt his wife’s climax around his cock.

Ellie slid from his lap and quickly turned and sucked him into her waiting mouth. She muffled a moan at the taste of them mixed together and sucked hard, wanting to feel his orgasm. Matt’s hips bucked once, then twice, and he forced himself to be still. Ellie slowly slid her mouth against him, up to the tip and sucked gently, her tongue lashing at the same time. She reached down and ran a finger along his balls and could feel them tightening up. He was so close. And then there it was as she descended back onto his cock, taking him almost into her throat he let out a half gasp, half moan that was covered by the noise of the movie and came hard, right into her beautiful, waiting mouth. Ellie swallowed several times as he pulsed in her mouth before slipping away from him and sitting back in her seat.

Wicked Wednesday 284: Telephone (Textual Context)

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It was an unknown number that popped up with the text message.”Hello sweet girl.” She frowned at the message and replied, “Who is this?” It took a few moments for a reply to arrive, but when it did the picture was of a handsome man she recalled having met at a recent gathering. She had not, however, given him her number, nor given him any inclinations that she was interested. So how had he gotten her number (a friend) and why was he interested in her?

“Because, my dear, you intrigue me. And I like a good puzzle. You seem so tough on the outside, all brash and wild, but I think, on the inside, you want someone to hold you close and let you relax and perhaps even submit.”

“And I think you’re fucking crazy.”

“Maybe so, but maybe not. Are you willing to take that chance though? Or would you rather miss out?”

“I’m not missing out on anything, thank you.”

Every few days the pair shared a message exchange with him trying to cajole her into meeting with him, at least for coffee. He wanted to sit down with this woman and talk to her. He learned bits and pieces about her through text messages, like guessing her favorite color one day or finding out that she had a cat. Little, trivial things. Eventually he expected he’d wear her down or she’d block his number, but he never knew which. After several months of their back and forth she agreed to meet him for coffee, but only coffee. She pulled up to the shop and walked in glancing around to see if he had beat her there. She didn’t see him so she turned to leave as she figured her attempt had been made. Not her fault he wasn’t there at the agreed upon time. She spun on her heel only to bump right into him. And the picture he’d sent did not even come close to doing him justice. He was taller than her with dark, commanding eyes and short black hair. She wasn’t exactly short and her hair was blonde and punky with flashing hazel eyes. He grinned. “Leaving so soon?”

He took her arm and steered her to a table before going up to get coffee for them. He had learned she liked a good mocha with double whip cream. His choice was a more basic latte. When he returned he sat down and simply stared at her for a long moment. She arched an eyebrow and then very deliberately ran a finger through the whipped cream on her drink, sucking it off her finger, never breaking eye contact with him. He smiled. “See, brash indeed, your haircut says you’re a little wild, but that, that right there just calls for someone to bend you over their knee for a good spanking.” “I don’t think so,” her words were sharp and biting and made him chuckle. The rest of the date was full of such back and forth.

When her phone dinged shortly after she got home and she saw it was him she audibly groaned. Sure, she was attracted to the man, but she wasn’t the submissive type and she knew it. But she couldn’t help a smile when she saw it.

“Did you make it home OK sweet girl?”

“Of course I did. I’m not some shrinking violet who can’t handle herself alone.”

Again messages were exchanged and they learned more about one another as well as slowly becoming more intimate with him pushing and she finding herself wanting to answer. She didn’t think about what this might mean. She didn’t want to so she shoved it from her mind and pretended it was all a game. Little did she know how big the stakes were.

One day a multi-hued bouquet of carnations showed up at her job with a note. ‘Dinner. Tonight. 6:30 PM at the Landmark. The Landmark, she thought; he was really pulling out all the stops suddenly, but she wasn’t missing up a chance for a good order of Clams Casino so she freshened up after work and was waiting at the restaurant in her car by 6:20. At 6:25 he tapped on the window and she slid from the car. They enjoyed a nice dinner without quite so much sniping back and forth this time, just real conversation and at the end of the night he issued her a challenge. “So, I know you’re not submissive from what you keep telling me, but if I dared you to go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and bring them back to me at this table, what would you say?” She stared him down evenly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.” He threw his head back laughing for a minute. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come home with me?” “I’m sure,” came the dry response. And then a quieter, “Thank you for the flowers, they were lovely.” “I’m glad you liked them,” he smiled and they left to go their separate ways.

Again he checked to see if she made it home OK and again she had a scathing response ready. At this point even she enjoyed their repartee, even if she occasionally found him infuriating. They began to see one another with more frequency and finally during a walk through a local hiking trail he pushed her against a tree and gave her a split second to say no before he kissed her. There was no thought to her actions, but her arms were around his neck almost instantly and holding onto him. They were both a little shocked when he pulled away from her. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.” She just shrugged and kept walking, a response he had expected. But as they came back through he pushed her against the same tree and kissed her again, refusing to let her just walk away from it this time. He traced his hands down the sides of her body. “Come home with me. Just say yes sweet girl.”

She smiled at the nickname he’d given her and finally after months of waiting, she said yes.