August 25, 2016 Thursday
From: Sassy
To: Thad
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 6:24 AM
Subject: Thursday thoughts
Good morning T!
Hope your Thursday is off to a terrific start. I’m heading out to work but couldn’t go without writing to you. Wish I could wake you up with my hands and mouth…
-S
Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android
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From: Thad
To: Sassy
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 10:38 AM
Re: Thursday thoughts
mmmmmmm
That would be a delightful way to start the day!
mwah
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From: Sassy
To: Thad
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 6:27 AM
Subject: Re: Parking
Wow!! Very hot story! You can write erotica! Thank you ever so much for sharing!
Now I wonder if you’ve cheated before or only longed to?
Now I wonder if you’ve cheated before or only longed to?
Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android
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From: Thad
To: Sassy
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 10:41 AM
Re: Parking
I’ll let you wonder for a while . . .
T
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From: Sassy
To: Thad
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 10:42:48 AM
Subject: The Fan
The Fan
He couldn’t believe he was doing this. His friend had talked
him into reading at Stone Soup Poets open mike. One of the
stories. It was for Valentine’s Day, and everyone was doing
it, but it still made him feel vulnerable and exposed. He read
and paused, as appreciative sighs filled the room, and
knew it would be alright.
He noticed this woman, standing in the back against the wall.
Staring right at him. He felt like he was reading to her, and
that she felt it, too. He finished, and a crowd gathered around
him to chat and congratulate and fawn and cluck. He searched
the room for her, but she had gone.
He listened to the other artists awhile, but couldn’t get the
hazy image of the woman out of his mind. Finally, he slipped
out the side door and started toward the train. She spoke as
he passed, startling him.
“Your story was…special. It touched me.” She almost
whispered into the night air.
“Thank you,” he said, automatically. Brilliant. He tried
to make out her face in the dim light of the street lamp.
“It made me…want to know you,” she sighed, almost as if
she hadn’t wanted to admit it. He was sure his mouth hung open at
that point. He remembered himself in a few seconds, and decided to
be flip.
“So, what did you want to know?” He quipped, not really
expecting her to answer. She looked away, then surprised him.
“What it would be like to inspire you.” He gulped in air.
There didn’t seem to be enough air to fill his burning lungs. He
realized that somehow, in the last minute, something had passed
between them. It scared him, but drew him to her.
“Can I walk you to the train?” He asked her. She seemed
to consider it carefully, then stepped forward and took his arm in
silent acceptance. He felt her breast against his arm and wondered
if he could remember how to walk. He managed. He thought she would
ask him mundane questions, quiz him about his story or his life. She
was silent, seemingly deep in thought, walking in step with him.
He wanted to see her face, but she was beside him so he could
only take in her long hair, swinging around her, and how she seemed
just the right height to walk with him, and how her chest moved with
each step. They passed a pottery shop and she paused briefly to
glance at the brightly colored bowls. Suddenly, she yanked him into
the dark doorway, and pressed him against the stone of the building.
He felt the cold against his back, then the heat of her in front,
as she wiggled to fit her body to his. Then she put her lips within
a hair of his, and stopped. This seemed to be quite a distance for
her initiative to take her, but not quite there.
He cursed the lack of light. He couldn’t see her eyes. But
it didn’t seem to matter, he was taking her invitation and sinking
his tongue into her mouth before he realized he’d decided to do it.
He felt as hard as the stone against his back, and knew she felt it
too by the breath she took when he raised his head momentarily. She
worked her hand under his shirt, and put his hand on her breast.
They teased each other’s nipples, nipping at necks and ears and noses.
Smiling into each other’s mouths as their breathing raged out of
control.
This was crazy. He didn’t know this woman. He knew
nothing except she liked his writing, that she had understood
the call in it. And that she felt so right in his arms. It
was nuts, but it made sense to him. He’d find out the other
stuff later, if it became important. He was startled back to
the present by her hand at his belt. Oh, my god.
She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and
whispered in his ear.
“I don’t…I mean, I haven’t…ever…without…” she
couldn’t seem to say it, but he knew she was trying to justify
this wildfire burning between two strangers in a dark doorway.
“I know,” he murmured, hugging her even closer. That
seemed to settle it. She undid his belt, and slipped her hand
inside his clothes to touch him. He thought he’d pass out.
She rubbed him just the right way for longer than he thought
he could endure. He knew he should be touching her, but could
not summon the brain power beyond savoring her touch. She
removed one hand to her pocket, he heard a rip, then she was
taking his sex from his pants, and covering it with latex,
and leading him to a ledge deeper in the doorway. She stretched
out on the stone, and pulled him down over her, into her. The
combination of the time and place and strangeness and the latex
set him off almost immediately. He pounded her into the stone,
without thought of her soft body. She met his every thrust,
moaning in his ear. He felt the pulsing, the searing heat, and
filled the plastic, thinking of filling her. She clenched him
deep inside. His mind clung to every detail as he realized he
would desperately need to write about this later.
They clung to one another forever. Then sat close to
each other on the ledge as they righted their clothes. There
seemed to be so much to say, and yet nowhere to start. He
finally took her arm, and they continued toward the train. He
thought he should be panicking, but couldn’t get beyond the
amazing afterglow. When they reached the platform, he expected
her to disappear like the dream she seemed to him. She chewed
her lip. He feasted on seeing her in the light.
“I need to know more.” She whispered, a pleading look
on her face.
“Yes.” It was all he could say. It seemed enough.
“Take me home with you.”
“Yes.”
“Let me inspire you.”
He moaned and rolled his eyes. Then the train rumbled
into the station and they boarded locked arm in arm.
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To: Sassy
From: Thad
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 11:36 AM
Re: The Fan
Ah, the anonymous pickup!
mmmmmm
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From: Sassy
To: Thad
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 12:36 PM
Subject: Re: Thursday thoughts
Hiya hot stuff!
Are you more of a morning sex person? afternoon? Night? I don’t even know anymore. I mostly play first thing in the morning and after dinner/before bed… only times I can be alone.
What’s going on with you today? Can you enjoy the weather?
I’m stuck in meetings (at least it’s got a/c!) counting the minutes until I can leave… one more session, and we’re done! I will be back in my office tomorrow and look at my calendar to see when you can touch me. I mean… meet me. May I hug you like an old friend? I can try to behave after that. Here’s my story if we see anyone we know – I am from that community project trying to get you to make a contribution. Will that work? 🙂
I’m trying not to get ahead of myself… but you are making me like you. And feel comfortable. That rarely happens this early… usually not until the second meet! Hope I’m not scaring you too much. I only want to make you smile and moan and cum really hard. 😉
-S
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From: Thad
To: Sassy
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 2:28 PM
Re: Thursday thoughts
Hi there, S
I’m in my office for some meetings. The A/C isn’t working, so I am getting hot and sweaty. Oh! No it’s because I am reading your message!
Morning, night? Haven’t had real sex in such a long time, I don’t know. Playing with myself? I’m like you. When I can be alone. (You asked if I conjure images in my mind or take them from the screen. Both. When I conjure in my mind, it usually takes the form of narrating a scenario or a story, some of which I write down.)
Let me know when you would like to meet (or feel and be felt)? (I’ll check my schedule next week and let you know what works for me!)
You will have to pick a place when we decide on a time. Knowing that you want anonymity, so you get to decide on place you’ll feel comfortable :>)
A hug like old friends getting together sounds fine to me! Community project cover story sounds vaguely plausible. (People tell me I have a very nice speaking voice, so maybe you are trying to get me to try out for a romantic part . . . testing my oral skills, perhaps.)
You aren’t scaring me, but I am impressed by how fast we are moving across the screen at least!
Nibbling your ear lobe in my mind!
T
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From: Thad
To: Sassy
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 2:42 PM
Re: Thursday thoughts
S:
Here’s my rough schedule for next week
Mon — pretty much open all day
Tues — could get together for lunch or afternoon coffee
Wed — could get together for lunch, afternoon coffee, late afternoon drinks
Thurs — afternoon coffee, late afternoon drinks
Fri — pretty much open all day
Let me know what’s your pleasure . . .
T
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From: Thad
To: Sassy
Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2016 10:51 PM
Subject: Now to bed
Dearest S
Hope to hear from you tomorrow about chances to meet next week!
Apart from thinking about the logistics of getting together — when, where, how long — my mind luxuriates over the tactile delights of feeling … er … meeting you!
A hug as old friends talking about your community project sounds fine.
But do you think we’ll be able to keep our hands off each other?!?
I’ll be surprised if we are well behaved! The past week (actually less) of our contacts seem to have raised us (at least me) to a feverish peak. And when I say raised, I will assume you get the drift (or is it the thrust?)
A deep French kiss!
Sweet dreams
T
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