A First Time

Rico led Kylie into the privacy of elevator and slid his hands down her arms, capturing her wrists before leaning in for a kiss. She enjoyed it for a moment, the gentleness of the kiss, but firmness of his touch. When he let her go, she quickly grabbed his wrist and had them pinned at his side in an instant and she kissed him hard, forcefully before pulling away to study his flushed face and increased breathing. “You’re mine tonight Rico. Do you know that?” He nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. “Now, now…that’s no way to obey. I want to hear you say it. Now, are you mine?” “Yes, Kylie I’m yours.” She nodded in approval just as the elevator doors opened and the couple stepped out.

She took the lead, heading towards the penthouse. When she reached the door Rico was right there, quick to unlock the door for her and let her into their home. Instantly it was as though she became a different person and she spun to face him while he locked the door. “Strip. Now.” He was shocked at her words, but hastily complied when he saw the glint in her eyes. This was a side of Kylie that Rico had never seen before, but he was starting to think that he liked it. His clothes were haphazardly scattered across the floor and Kylie frowned at him. “You will pick up those clothes and fold them neatly, then place them on the coffee table. I will be right back.”

Rico was finishing folding his shirt when she returned carrying a black duffle bag that he’d never seen before. She opened it and removed a set of simple black cuffs and motioned him closer. “Face away from me and give me your hands.” He turned quickly and held his hands behind him. He felt the leather of the first cuff caress his skin before the second did the same. She locked them together and smiled, giving a quick pinch to his ass before speaking again. “One of these days Rico, I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours. Will you enjoy that.” “I…I don’t know. But for you I’ll try anything.” “Good boy.” Suddenly the game clicked in Rico’s head and he loved hearing those words. He wondered if she had found the porn he’d been watching about being dominated by a woman. If she had he would be all the happier for it.

Almost as if she had read his mind, Kylie walked around to face him and gave a devious grin, “Yes, I know all about your little secret porn habit Rico. Don’t try to fool yourself into thinking otherwise.” He was overcome with a blush and looked down slightly, avoiding her gaze. “Oh, that’s a pretty picture. My good little submissive Rico. We’ll have to decide how you’re allowed to address me now. My given name won’t do, unless we’re out and about now will it my love?” Rico opted for the simplest answer he could think of and shaking his head replied softly, “No Ma’am.” She smiled her approval and leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. “Good, we’ll start there. Now, what’s your safeword?” “Baseball.” Kylie laughed richly and nodded her head. “You’ve been good for me so far, but I want to punish you, just because I can.” Her words were punctuated by pokes to his chest and he nodded his head, almost too overwhelmed to think.

She pulled a miniature sized sized flogger from her bag of tricks and showed it to him. She slapped it across her hand and then against his thigh. “That’s not too bad is it?” “No Ma’am.” “Good. I’m going to whip your cock with it and you will thank me for each stroke. Are you ready?” “Yes Ma’am.” She smiled at him and laid the first stroke along the side of his cock, almost gently to allow him to get used to it before she would up the intensity. She didn’t want to break her toy after all, just make him obey. “One Ma’am. Two Ma’am. Three Ma’am.” He kept his count nicely his voice straining to stay calm and even as she flogged his cock. It felt so good and he was hopeful that, since this was their first time, she’d let him orgasm tonight. Twenty-five strokes of the flogger later and he was ready to erupt. He wondered if he begged her nicely she might allow it. A soft moan escaped his lips as she reached out and rubbed his cock gently with her hand. “Oh my dear. That felt so good to be punished didn’t it.” And she began to stroke him very gently, letting her warm hand soothe the stings from her flogger. “I think since you’ve been so good I’ll consider giving you the orgasm I know you so desperately want.”

She uncuffed his hands and ordered him to the floor on his back while she stripped bare for him to see. From the angle he had she was a goddess to him and from this day would continue to be such. With her legs spread, Kylie reached down and began to touch herself, knowing that he would be watching, mesmerized by the show she was so generously giving. She bucked her hips getting closer and walked over to him kneeling above his face. “First you’re going to eat my pussy and then, if you’ve done a good job, I might just fuck your brains out.” And she lowered herself to his hungry, waiting mouth.

He dared to place his hands on her hips and began to lick and suck at her, loving that she was grinding against him, smearing her pussy juices across his face, being able to smell her and taste her was driving him wild and his own hips bucked, needing his release. Kylie arched her back into him, her hips gyrating as he sucked her slit into his mouth. Moments later her orgasm overtook her and she lifted her hips smiling down at him. “You did well.” And she wiggled her way down his body to his waiting cock. “Should I ride you until you come? Or should I ride until you almost come?” She looked at him with that same wicked glint she’d had in her eyes earlier.

“Please, Ma’am, I’ve tried so hard to be good for you. Won’t you please grant your boy an orgasm tonight, Ma’am?” His eyes pleaded as well as his mouth and she smiled leaning up to kiss him and taste herself on his lips. “Well…if you don’t come before I do then you’ll get to come again next time we play. Remember that.” And she lowered herself onto his waiting cock.

Kylie bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard at first, chasing her own pleasure, her hands resting on his chest. She moaned and swiveled her hips, using him as her own personal fuck toy to hit all the right spots. When her orgasm hit her it was like a freight train rolling through and she rode him all the way through the orgasm and into the next. She was watching his face the entire time letting him see her pleasure, but also watching his restraint. She relaxed after a moment and squeezed his cock inside of her. “You’ve done very, very well tonight for your first time as my favorite little fuck toy. I think you’ve earned an orgasm…or two since you didn’t come before I did. Good boy.” He squirmed beneath her at those last words and she smiled at him. “Now I’m going to ride your cock, nice and hard and I want you to come for me, for my pleasure. Do you understand me?” Rico nodded.

She resumed her motions riding him hard and fast rocking her hips, finding a pace that pleased them both and she kept it up as hard as she could, grateful that the floor beneath them was carpet and not hardwood. Kylie felt another orgasm building and she thrust her chest towards him. “Pinch my nipples.’ His hands immediately reached up and pinched gently then a little harder, the way her knew she liked and without warning she came again. At the same time he moaned loudly and slammed his hips upwards into hers and she could feel his cock twitching inside of her as he came with her. Gasping Kylie let herself fall forward on his chest and kissed him gently. “I love you, Pet.” He smiled at the nickname and nuzzled her neck. “I love you too Ma’am.”

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KOTW – Still of a Winter’s Night

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The moon was a ghostly galleon, the road a ribbon of moonlight and the lovers cared not at all for anything but one another. He’d come back for her with the yellow gold just as his words had promised. She was no longer just Bess, the landlord’s daughter, but his companion now to take to wife. She rested her head on his chest while he stroked her long dark hair; there still was a red love knot plaited there.

Suddenly he could wait no longer and guided them into the darkness, where a hidden cave appeared. Leading Bess inside he kissed her, he kissed the landlord’s daughter and held her fast to him. She ran her fingers down his velvet coat and smiled up at him. “Such a dandy. What will you do now that you’ve given up this life? Given it up for me.” Her black eyes sparkled with unshed tears and he kissed her. “Don’t cry my bonny sweetheart. You’re my prize tonight. And I intend to have my way with you,” he spoke with a jesting leer.

Bess gave him a look he’d never seen before and kissed him fiercely, her hands finding their way beneath his coat, feeling the softness of his shirt and wanting only to feel his warm skin again hers. They pulled apart and by unspoken word undressed hastily with him spreading his cloak upon the hard stone floor. He pulled his Bess down to him and just held her close in wonder, grateful that they’d been able to get away, grateful that she was his. Then he kissed her and unbound her hair so it fell about them like a dark cloud over the purple moor. And he loved her gently there, in the cold of a winter’s night; on a stone floor an in ancient cave they came together as one.

Two days later, at a small country church, they were married. He became an honest man, who had made an honest woman of the lovely Bess and they settled into a routine on the small farm his gold had bought. Gone was the velvet coat and the thigh high boots, gone were the jeweled weapons, but there was his lovely Bess and that was enough for him.

Seasons passed and children came and he told them all the story of how he’d been a highwayman once before he settled down and became a farmer. Not one of the children ever believed a word he said and Bess merely laughed when he recounted the old tale for them. They lived and laughed and loved. And still of a winter’s night they curl up in their warm bed and he reminds her again that she is his greatest and only prize.*

*A happier ending to one of my favorite pieces of poetry that reminds of the winter time every time I read it.

Jillian’s Own Robot

Jillian came home from work to find a large, roughly human shaped box leaned against her apartment door. Looks like her package arrived. Hopefully he would be undamaged. She wrestled it through the door and laid it flat for easier opening and pulled the cardboard apart. There was an abundance of packing material that she had to wade through before the face appeared before her. It was amazingly lifelike, right down to a few imperfections to avoid the look of being an “uncanny valley” perfection. The bot came clothed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of basic sneakers to round out the look. Just right.

She quickly went and changed from her work clothes and then began to read the manual on her new bot. Turning him on would just have to wait until she knew how he operated. Once she figured that out she fought to sit the bot up and pressed the power button embedded in the back of his neck. The impossibly blue eyes opened and a male voice seemed to clear its throat. “Hello, my name is Gage and I am your new sex robot, model number SR48690. How can I service you?” Jillian giggled at the stiff formality of the robot and hoped the AI programming could learn to relax a little. “Well, first of all, my name is Jillian and I’d like you to go ahead and get out of that dreadful box and take a seat anywhere in this room you’d like.” “Nice to meet you, Jillian.” and something that passed for a smile crossed the robot’s face. Jillian still wasn’t sure if she wanted to call it or him, but decided that using normal pronouns for him would be more natural. Gage walked over and sat beside her, almost but not quite touching her. “You’re very pretty,” came the voice almost whispering in her ear. “Thank you Gage.”

There was an awkward silence in the room as Jillian went back to reading the manual to see if she could get the robot’s AI to loosen up a little. Finally she encountered a section on “How to Train Your Robot” and was soon engrossed in the myriad explanations of different training methods for different things. But nothing about making them friendlier so she’d just have to wing it.”Gage, I want you to try and relax around me. I’d like us to be friends.” “Friends? I’m not sure how to be friends.” “Well we can learn together then. Friends sit and talk with one another in an easy manner, they might share dinner or drink, they spend time together doing things, and generally just hang out. We can always hang out here.” Gage slowly processed what she was telling him and then nodded. “OK, I think we can do that. But what about my original, intended purpose?” “Oh we’ll be getting to that shortly.”

Shortly actually meant now as Jillian could no longer restrain her curiosity about the experience she would have with a sex robot that was her ideal looking man. Hopefully it went well. She’d paid a pretty penny for him. She took his hands and ran her fingers down his arm, feeling the softness of the most lifelike skin material out there and the soft sprinkling of hair on his arm. He turned his face towards hers, expectantly and Jillian leaned in to give him a kiss. Gage’s lips were soft and pliable just like any other man and the kisses soon deepened into more. She encouraged him to put his hands on her body and touch her and he followed her instructions marvelously. Eventually he would learn her preferences, at least according to the manual.

Soon the human and the robot were spread across the couch, him shirtless and her nearly so as they explored each other’s bodies. He railed kisses down her neck and finally removed her shirt completely. “Exquisite,” came the murmur of his voice and Jillian blushed a bit at the compliment. She felt like Gage was quite a real man at this point and could feel a protuberance through his jeans, so she knew that part of him worked as advertised. She lifted her hips against him and he groaned softly. That was enough and they were both suddenly fighting to get out of their clothing. Jillian fairly dove at him and wrapped her lips around the perfectly sized, perfectly lifelike dick that was before her. Gage put his hands in her hair and she was reminded briefly that he was still a robot, but right now she didn’t care. She could suck him to her heart’s content without him ever getting tired and as she did so she grew wetter and wetter, especially hearing the pleasurable noises he was making. Finally she let him go and looked at him. “I want you to eat me, Gage. You’ll do that won’t you?” “Of course, my dear.”

And they repositioned to a more comfortable angle with him kneeling on the floor between her legs. First he teased her inner thighs with nibbles and kisses and tiny licks before he began to tease at her slit the same way, never quite dipping his tongue far enough between them to do anything but tease and titillate. Jillian was moaning on the couch and rocking her hips against him gently, wanting more, but she had known that the first few times would be slow as the robot learned. Finally he parted her lips and ran his tongue all the way up to her clit which he began to flicker his tongue across ever so gently. “More, Gage, more!” He obliged and slid a finger inside of her while he kept up the gentle pace on her clit. He curled that finger right against the spot he was programmed to hit and she bucked her hips wildly as she drenched him in her come. “That was amazing.” He gave her a rakish grin as he stood up, scooped her into his arms and asked, “Bedroom?”

Jillian pointed down the hallway too distracted by planting kisses along his skin to give a verbal response. She heard his noise of appreciation when she hit a certain spot so she hovered over it before biting down gently. He stopped in his tracks momentarily and Jillian made note of one of the erogenous zones they had programmed into him.

Reaching her bedroom he laid her on the bed and staring down at her, spoke with an authority that she loved. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to like it. How he had already discerned that she responded well to domination was beyond her, but she wasn’t going to complain. She trailed her fingers down her body, using one finger to circle her clit. “Come and get me.” Swiftly, the robot was on the bed, poised to fuck her and she could feel his dick teasing her folds gently. “Please, let me have it!” He grinned again and slowly slipped inside of her. Jillian moaned at the perfectness of it all and once more lifted her hips to met his. Her legs wrapped around his back to pull him deeper inside of her and she was moaning and bucking on the bed, trapped under Gage’s weight and loving every moment of having her own personal sex bot.

He pounded relentlessly at her pussy, moaning as he did so. “You’re so tight.” he told her in a whisper, glorying in the feelings his owner felt with him. He learned more of her with each stroke, each touch, and he wanted to learn as much as he could per the instructions programmed into him. He would do this and be perfect for her. Her fingers reached down to play with her clit while he fucked her and it wasn’t long before she was wild underneath him, aching to orgasm. Finally a particularly deep stroke made her come and come hard, her entire body shaking. Gage slipped out of her and flopped onto the bed on his back. Jillian took his hand and smiled at him. “You are incredible. We should do this again sometime. And the sex bot merely smiled.

Wicked Wednesday 289 – Neighbors – (The Art of Listening)

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There was a low groan from the other side of the wall and Drew looked at Sarah and grinned. The neighbors were at it again. They both paused what they were doing and walked to the wall, pressing an ear against it (not that they needed to) and listened with bated breath. That low groan turned into a murmured name and then a soft cry from the woman.

They heard her whimper slightly and wondered just what caused that delicious noise. Sarah was imagining that it was his head between her thighs that made her make those noises. Drew imagined something a little rougher, a fist in her hair as she sucked a cock deep into her mouth. They spooned together as they leaned against the wall and Drew wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist, his fingers dipping just below the band of her pants and teasing her skin. Typically these sessions with their neighbors lasted anywhere from thirty minutes to several hours and always left both Sarah and Drew wanting each other and more.

The woman next door cried her first orgasm and Sarah shuddered against Drew, wanting her own orgasm as well. “Soon,” he whispered. His hand slid lower along her body and gently found her clit. He pressed down softly and began to circle it as they listened to the sexual symphony that was played out for them to hear. She bucked her hips and he pulled her closer with his other hand on her hip. She could feel his hard cock and ground back against him as the neighbors next door had no idea what they inspired as their bed began to creak and squeak in a regular rhythm.

And without fail they heard the man groan again and the woman, who was the more vocal of the two, start begging him to fuck her. She seemed to lose all sense of restraint as she cried out over and over, her words becoming more explicit as she rode the waves of pleasure. Drew rubbed harder at Sarah’s clit and she shivered in his arms, biting back a moan of her own, lest the neighbors hear them and figure out they were listening in, even though it would have been impossible to miss period once she started crying out the way she did. Sudden silence. And the his hushed voice, just barely audible, “Come for me.” The woman’s cries began unintelligible as she orgasmed like she was told and knowing that she was being told what to do make Sarah come as well, bucking her hips relentlessly.

Drew kissed Sarah’s neck and teasingly whispered to her, “Good girl.” just as they heard a voice repeat the same on the other side of the wall. Sarah bit her lip hard and went limp against Drew for a long moment. In the quiet they heard his voice again. “Settle down little one. There’ll be more of that later, but right now its nap time.”

Knowing they’d hear nothing for several more hours Sarah and Drew raced off to their bedroom and stripped as fast as they could before Drew had Sarah bent over the bed, burying his cock in her dripping pussy. He rode her hard and fast and she moaned quietly doing her best to press her body against his, relishing the feeling of his hands digging into her hips and wondering if she’d have fingerprint bruises as a reminder. Drew growled softly and Sarah knew he was close. She was too and they both knew they’d orgasm together. Seconds later Sarah swore and Drew felt her pussy spasm around his cock. He slammed into her once, twice, and filled her with liquid heat. Slowly they pulled apart and slid into the own bed. Sarah looked at Drew giggling and spoke, “Nap time?” They both laughed and cuddled together drowsily in the late afternoon sun.

Multi-Orgasmic

He stopped at her desk and stroked her hair. “Come lay down with me. It’s cooler in the bedroom.” She nodded and followed him, flopping down ungracefully on the bed. He eased into the bed more gently and was kissing her immediately, his need evident. She wound her arms around him, returning his kisses with equal fervor. He didn’t bother undressing her, merely reached under the t-shirt she wore and let his fingers find her clit, teasing her, pushing her further into a state of arousal. She squirmed against his hand and suddenly she was coming, her body pressing into his. He never stopped his onslaught of her clit, want to see her come again and again. And he got exactly what he wanted.

Finally his fingers slid down a bit and into her dripping pussy. A quick series of flutters and she was crying out, the open window almost forgotten, as another orgasm spurred her desire. His fingers never stopped moving, pushing her through orgasm after orgasm just because he wanted to feel her come against his fingers, feel her clenching tightly around him. She was so sensitive and all his. “Do you want more, little one? Come for me again and I’ll fist fuck your pretty pussy til you can’t even think.”
She moaned in response and lifted her hips from the bed grinding against his fingers. The next orgasm that he wanted burst from her like water through a dam and she threw her head back, eyes closed.

She didn’t see him reach for the lube and coat his hand liberally, but a moment later she felt his fingers again, teasing her this time. “Are you going to come before I get my hand all the way in?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t”, he ordered and slowly started sliding his fingers in and out working his way up to his entire hand. As his hand finally slid deeply inside her he whispered, “You may.” The instant she heard the word escape his lips, she was riding his hand as she came yet again. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, but thanked her lucky stars for being multi-orgasmic in the first place.

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hand slipping in and out of her, his fingers stopping to flutter at spots she could never reach and drove her through one orgasm and into the next. His fingers curled into a fist and began to fuck her. Hard. Relentlessly. And she looked up at him as she writhed against his hand. He simply nodded and she came once more in an explosive orgasm that left her sated and spent. She felt him slide his fist out of her, gently, and whimpered a bit at the feeling of emptiness. He stroked her hair with his non-lube covered hand. “Are you OK?” She nodded, not quite able to speak just yet and waited for him to clean up a bit before snuggling against his warmth. “I love you,” she murmured as she clung to him like the only port in a storm. “I love you too, little one. Now get some rest.”

Wicked Wednesday 286 – Wedding Night

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Allen and Lana had a small, but relatively fancy wedding; a concession to Lana’s mother who had wanted to go huge and invite everybody and then some. Instead she suffered a small wedding that she got to plan and boy could she plan. But this isn’t really about Allen and Lana’s wedding, although it went off without a hitch and was quite lovely.

Allen and Lana arrived at the small private cottage at an exclusive resort in the mountains and Lana laughed as Allen insisted upon carrying her across the threshold even though this wasn’t really home. She had a feeling he’d try it again when they got home though. They relaxed and began to unwind with one another talking about nothing much at all. Allen built a fire and they sat in front of the flames arm in arm.

It began with a soft kiss. A gentle touch. His fingers in her red hair. “I love you Mrs. Green.” Lana smiled at that, “I like it. Tell me again.” “I love you Mrs. Green.” “And I love you Mr. Green.” They chuckled and snuggled closer still kissing in front of the fire. But the fire wasn’t the only thing keeping them warm. Heavy with the emotion that hung in the air and heavy with desire for one another the soft kisses gradually turned more urgent and demanding. Lana made the first move tonight, her deft fingers beginning to unbutton the soft black shirt he’d changed into after the ceremony. Quickly she had her hands planted against his bare chest and slid them up to his shoulders to remove the shirt completely. She leaned down and covered his chest in soft, chaste kisses that worked their way ever closer to the top of his pants before making her way back up to kiss him again on the lips. He ran his hands down her back to squeeze her ass and they both groaned softly. “I want you, I need you.” And he kissed her fiercely before pulling her over top of him.

Their bodies ground together insistently as lips touched and hands tugged and pulled at clothing. Finally they were both nude, Lana’s expensive lingerie forgotten in the other room where she’d meant to change, but the urgency was too much. Allen sat up, looking at his beautiful bride for a moment before trailing burning kisses along her skin. He worshipped her nude body from her toes to the top of her head, leaving her squirming and breathless under his touches and kisses. She stared up at him with those grey eyes, her love and need for him obvious on her face. He gave her another once over and whispered, “I can’t wait. I need you now.”

And with a gentle kiss he settled himself between her welcoming thighs, sliding his cock inside of her. Lana moaned for him, arching her hips against his touch and pulled him close. “More.” And her legs wrapped around him tightly. There was no slowness or patience between them just an ever growing urgency as they fucked. He drove deeply into her and her body quivered around him. Lana’s head thrashed wildly and she squeezed her legs tighter, wanting everything Allen could give and he gave her exactly what she was asking for. Soon their movements became more frantic, more out of sync; Lana’s voice was a quiet, constant moan, and Allen’s was a whisper urging her on. As an orgasm ripped through her the dirty words that left his mouth became an, “I love you.” and that only made her writhe harder, tightening and squeezing around him, her legs a vice around his body at the same time.

As Lana came back to herself she stared at up at him. “I love you too. Now do that again.” He laughed softly and kissed her once more. As she let her legs relax, splayed out around him, he began to move slowly, teasing her, wanting to draw out the experience. She wiggled her hips and held him closer to her, her voice soft and decidedly naughty, “Allen James Green, stop being a tease and just fuck your wife.” And she gave him a cheeky grin. Between the look on her face and her words he was undone and began to fuck her urgently as she pressed her heels into the ground driving her hips against his. She reached between them, her fingers finding her clit and Allen stopped to watch her for a moment before he forced himself to move again. “I want to watch you make yourself come for me later. You’ll do that won’t you, wife?” His voice ended on a soft growl that Lana loved and she moaned a yes as he drove her ever closer to another earth shattering orgasm. It built more slowly this time, his body looming over hers in the firelight, their shadows echoing the couple’s movements. Lana wrapped her free hand around Allen’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, her hips and fingers never ceasing their motion. That kiss was his final undoing as her tongue tangled with his. His hips bucked against hers and she could feel how close he was. “Do it. I want to feel you come inside me for the first time.” Allen threw his head back and they both moaned as he lost control. That drove Lana to another orgasm and she held onto him tightly, riding it out.

After a long moment, they settled back onto the carpet rolling so Lana was wrapped in Allen’s arms and snuggled together in front of the fire. Lana smiled lazily. “I love you. And I love the way you feel inside me. We need to do that more often.” Allen laughed and stroked her hair. “Oh we will, love. We will.”

There are several more stories in this series and they can be found here, here, here, and here. Enjoy!

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.