I’ve recently been chatting a little with someone new from the Ashley Madison site. I’ll call her “Kayla”. Her profile is a little different but I like that and it seems that she’s seriously lacking passion at home. I can relate. So, I wrote her and sent her the “key” to my private pics on the site. I sent her a fairly long message too. She replied, but didn’t write anything – just sent me her key back. I thought that was a little odd but figured that she must be at least a little interested to reply at all. Plus, I know that women get TONS of attention so I figured maybe she just didn’t want to invest much time in me until later. Well, my jaw dropped when I saw her pics. She didn’t show her face (I saw that later when we chatted outside the site) but the pics she did have were very, very sexy. She’s tall and curvy with big boobs and an absolutely exquisite ass. Kayla had obviously taken the time to set up some sexy poses; the pics weren’t just of the walk-in-the-bathroom-and point-my-my-cell-phone-cam-at-the-mirror variety. Nice touch. Oh..baby, me likey!
After I received her key and saw her pics, I crafted what I thought was a very smart, suave reply and told her that I really wanted to chat further with her. I logged into the AM site a couple hours later, sure that I’d have captured her attention and received a reply. Nothing. I checked the next day. Nada. Later that day? Zip. Zilch.
I didn’t want to be a pest, so I waited a couple more days. Finally, I decided “fuck it, what do I have to lose?” and I shot her another message that just read, “So…are we gonna chat or what?” I was pleasantly surprised to get a reply soon after that contained another way to contact her outside the site. So, chatted a bit on Yahoo IM but it seemed a bit strained. Maybe she was just preoccupied but I kind of got the feeling she just wasn’t that into me. I didn’t push it – after all, it’s not like I don’t have other options named Hillary, Maddie, Reese (possibly), and Sally (haven’t told you about her yet but..mmm). Then, I noticed the next day, Kayla had a little “status message” on YIM that said something like “Need a warm bed on this rainy day”. I asked her about that and she said that rainy days made her “frisky”. I replied that I sometimes get that way too when it’s all dreary out and that I had some ideas on how to spice up those kinds of days. I got no reply. Then, the next morning, I had an IM saying that she’d love to hear my ideas. Not sure why it took her so long to reply but I know she’s married and figured that maybe she wasn’t able to be online much.
So anyway, I took the time to write down the beginning of a little fantasy for her. Not to brag, but I thought it was clever and pretty hot. So far, I haven’t gotten a reply and I’m bummed. Below is the text of my email to her. I would love to hear from my female readers as to what you think of this story. Could it be that it’s not as clever and hot as I think it is? I really thought it would elicit SOME kind of response. Ok so here it is:
Kayla was naked and in bed when I arrived. It was a cold, rainy, grey fall day – the kind that would normally get me down. But today was different. Today I would see my new lover again. We had the whole afternoon free; an afternoon to spend tangled in sheets, breathless and spent.
I slipped in the back door and locked it behind me. I crept up the stairs and undressed but left my new Jockey boxer briefs on. I’d emailed Kayla some pictures of me in them and wanted her to see that delicious bulge she’d been lusting after in person. The door to the bedroom was pulled to, but not quite closed. I pushed it open quietly and saw her lying on her right side on the far side of the bed. It was raining hard and steady now, providing a peaceful soundtrack for our afternoon tryst. There were no lights on in her room and the clouds outside were so heavy that it almost seemed like nighttime. The covers were pulled up over her shoulders so all I could see was her long, dark hair contrasted beautifully with the white pillow and sheets. Perfect.
I knew she was just pretending to be asleep because I’d texted her only a few minutes before as I was turning into her neighborhood. I slid under the sheets and pulled them up over me. Kayla lay still. I curled up behind her and propped myself up on my right elbow. I leaned over her and saw that her eyes were closed. She looked so peaceful, so serene and content. So beautiful. I wanted her to look that way when I left - after I was finished with her. After she’d been licked and nibbled on and devoured by me. After I’d ridden her hard. After she’d ridden me hard. After I’d bent her over and grabbed her hips and pumped her full of me with long, deep, powerful strokes. After she’d been thoroughly…fucked. I wanted her to look exactly like she did now except I imagined that her hair would be a hot mess after I got through with her. I love that look – hair matted and mussed. A look that says to the world, “Yeah, that’s right, I just got had some hot, mind-blowing sex – jealous much?”
I bent down and brushed her hair away from her left ear. I whispered, “Ciao, Bella” and kissed her neck. Kayla giggled and gave me a big smile, but never opened her eyes.
“Oh, Antonio, you better hurry up, my American lover will be here soon.”
I spoke to her in my best fake Italian accent now, “Hurry? Is not possible. Not with a woman as beautiful as you. This would be a crime in my country.” She laughed out loud and rolled over slightly and opened her eyes.
“Kiss me, you fool!” she commanded playfully. And I did.
Her lips parted slightly and I pressed my mouth to hers. I kissed her lightly, teasing the tip of her tongue with mine. She rolled over onto her back and I draped an arm over her ample chest. I could feel her nipples already getting stiff through the sheet. I laid next to her and kissed her slowly – passionately. I moved down to kiss her neck and as I did so, I pulled the covers down a bit to expose her breasts. Almost as a reflex, I cupped her right breast in my hand and squeezed it firmly. Kayla has great tits – big and full with nipples that get really hard and taut. She moaned into my mouth as I held her in my hand. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gradually applying more pressure as our mouths opened wider and tongues explored a little deeper. I pinched harder now and Kayla gasped a little from the pain. I released her and immediately placed my mouth where my fingers had been. I licked all around the nipple and sucked it gently. Kayla moaned again.
I climbed on top of her, using my knee to spread her legs. My cock was already hard and aching to be set free of my tight boxer briefs. I pressed it firmly against her pussy, grinding my hardness on her wetness. Mmm…such a delicious combo! I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head as I lowered myself and kissed her again - deeper, wetter and faster this time.
I ended my email by asking, "So...shall I continue?" So far, I haven't heard from Kayla again. It's been a few days. I'm thinking she didn't like it or thought it was cheesy. What do you think, dear readers?
