After writing about my first experience meeting a fan of my writing 'dirty' writing style, I received some very positive feedback, from many women who love the master/slut style of story. One of those caught my eye immediately – short and sweet; "do you want to play online with a wanton married slut?". Hmmm, I thought to myself, of course I do!
I wrote back immediately, asking for more.. 'Who are you... what in my stories did you like? What do you want to do?' I asked, wanting to know if this was a slut who really wanted to play.
The responses took some time, which I half expected if this mystery woman was really married, sometimes time to play is difficult to come by, something I know myself. It turns out that my new fan lived in the UK as I do, and not that far away from my own home town. Not that I really matters of course, if you're playing online, the distance makes no real difference. 'It does matter if you ever want to meet' my naughty side whispered to me.
Well the correspondence started, as we slowly got to know each other. Both e-mails and msn our tools of fun... exploring each others minds while we couldn't explore each others bodies. She was an inexperienced sub, looking for a firm master to dominate her body and mind. She was obviously open minded, but a little scared to give up control... scared more by how far she'd go, than what I'd do... well that was my take on it.
As the talk got dirtier, and closer to the fantasies she had, the hotter she got. Her pussy betrayed her, heating her up, making her beg for more. We both ached for more.. more than words, more than touching ourselves while we typed. Both married, but both needing the hard, raw sex we both knew we need. 'Not even cheating really', I persuaded her, 'we're not having an affair; it's not about love, it's about a purely physical NEED'. Neither of our partners would satisfy this dirty lust, so we would have to take action.
In the end we could not fight it, and arranged to meet, in neutral ground; London.
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I walked into the bar I which we'd arranged to meet, freshly showered and shaved, my few things left in the cheap hotel room I had booked for the night. It was only 7pm, but we didn't want to meet too late, as there were no plans beyond just meeting and having a drink. I was feeling nervous, a first meeting with someone new is always a little nerve wracking, but more so when you've been sharing your darkest fantasies with them the last month or so. Can you ever live up to your online persona, even if you always try to be just yourself?
I was dressed, as always, casually; jeans, casual top, and skateboarder 'shoes'. I always dress for my own comfort, as when I feel comfortable, I feel confident. I looked around the half full bar, looking for my 'date', my eyes drifting between the women, looking for the long flowing red locks of my new 'slut'. I could not see her, which I had expected; it is a woman's prerogative after all, especially a beautiful woman. Instead I went to the bar, and ordered a large gin and tonic... well when in London, do as they do I thought to myself.
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'There she is', I thought to myself, sitting bolt upright as I caught sight of her, looking like a English rose, pale white perfect skin framed by her fiery red hair, falling down her back like a scarlet river, it's flow turbulent over hidden rocks. I took to my feet, beckoning her over with a wave, a smile lighting her face up as she nervously stepped towards me. I tried not to stare, but could not tear my eyes from her, my mind already playing images of stripping her of her pretty cotton blouse, wondering what she hid beneath the floaty skirt.
"It's good to finally meet you... slut." I said softly, looking round to check that no-one else was close enough to hear our conversation. My words brought a little red to her cheeks, flushing with a excitement.
"And you. Sir" she replied, stammering out the sir with a touch of embarrassment.
"You look as beautiful as your pictures." I told her, not needing to lie. She was a beautiful as any slut could be, dressed in a way that hid her dirty nature. "Now would you like a drink...or.... Would you like to go and fuck?" I asked, deciding to forget taking it slowly, my desire to take this slut throwing plans out the window.
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I shut the hotel room door behind me with a click, shutting out the outside world; finally bringing us together in complete privacy. Her eyes darted past me to the door, knowing that her normal life, the married life, lay beyond it. She stood on the edge of uncertainty, fear and adrenalin making her heart pump so very hard she could swear it was audible.