Online Affairs – SM 2019 Stories #6 & #3

Reflection:

The stories below were both inspired by the idea of sexual connections that begin online. In Random Acts (#6), I deviated from my usual unwillingness to write from a male perspective and I really enjoyed it, especially conjuring the twist at the end. The Arrangement (#3) was my wink and a nod to a fantasy I used to indulge in with an online friend. Read them below.

Random Acts — Smut Marathon 2019 Story #6

The assignment for this round was to write a sexy flash fiction story that included the words “wedding dress.”

Silver bangles. Heeled boots. Bourbon. Madeline’s signatures tick through my brain whenever I venture out to this airport and I wonder what she remembers most about me. Nikes. Beer. Thick cock?

“Make me cum, Rey,” she’d whispered between the tangle of her brown hair entwined in my grip. For a man whose balls were being tenderly massaged by experienced hands, I’d responded with ridiculous practicality.

“Is Madeline your real name?”

Her chuckle, muffled by soft lips trailing my neck, reverberated down to the tip of my cock.

Ok. No more stupid questions.

I’d grabbed her open bottle of bourbon and swallowed a generous swig before finding my courage. Pulling back on her hair, I’d made her look up at me before pushing her back onto the desk and grabbing her knees. It was my first time drinking bourbon and my first time with a woman in the year since my divorce. I could get used to both.

Driving up and around to the service bay, I gaze into the near distance and smile at the obscured sight of the hotel where we’d met three months ago. I’d made deliveries there before, but had never noticed the trendy swoop of the bar until the afternoon I met Madeline. She was there looking just like the disappearing photos she’d sent me. She was quite the teacher in the art of digital discretion.

“You’re trolling the Random Acts of Muff Dive board and you don’t know the first thing about having an encounter like this?” Her unique brand of chiding disbelief, even via text, was apparent when I confessed ignorance to her questions. Luckily, she didn’t wait for the answer. Madeline wasn’t the first woman whose post I’d responded to during lonely lunch hours. But, she was the first to ever really answer. She’d said it was the way I’d managed to seem hopeful but incredulous that anyone would take me up on the offer of indiscriminate cunnilingus. “First-timers are my favorite,” she’d messaged. I’ve never forgotten that appeal.

Two hard bangs to the side of the delivery van rouse me from the memory and I exit quickly, make my way to the back, and unload wedding dress after wedding dress from the metal rods inside. I used to cringe at the irony of a divorced man delivering bridal attire for a paycheck. Now, I whistle as they fly away to destinations unknown, much like Madeline. I know better than to ask where she is when she’s feeling generous enough to call me at odd hours of the day asking her litany of questions.

“Tell me about the latest one, Rey! Was she a face rider? Pillow queen? Did she squeal when you slid your tongue against her asshole?!”

I look up at the darkening sky and figure it’s been a week since I’ve heard from her. Something tells me she won’t go another night without asking her favorite question of all.

“Did I pick a good one for you?”

The Arrangement — Smut Marathon 2019 Story #3

For this round, the assignment was to write an erotic/sexy conversation between two people using at least 75% dialogue.

“You’re both playing, right?” Kali asks from the other side of the laptop screen.

‘Yes, we’re both playing,” I answer. “I’m actually the one who chose you.”

“Mmm, that’s even better,” Kali beams. “Tell me, what’s the first scenario that comes to mind when you imagine the three of us together?”

“Well –,” I begin, then pause when she discards her bathrobe.

“Go on,” she urges.  

“Well, my husband would love us to suck him off at the same time. You know? Really work it out of him.”

“Sure! That’s fun.” She smiles. “But you said that it was you who chose me. What do you want?”

“I want…” I begin, then stumble again. “Kali…it’s hard to think when you’re sitting there rubbing lotion into your tits!”

She stops. Smirks. Dares me.

“Fine. Fuck,” I finally offer. “What I imagine is grinding my pussy against your face after my ass has been flogged to red. Then, us kneeling before my husband and making him shower us both with every last drop of his jizz so we can lick it off each other.”

“There it is, Mrs. M!” Kali retorts heartily. “Yes, the fee for that can definitely be arranged.”

Post Images Credit: Carolyna Luna (with permission from Anonymous)