Kevin's Story
As I sat in the lobby of my downtown St. Louis hotel waiting for her to arrive, I was sure that she would not. After all, we have never met in person; never even spoke to one another, until making these arrangements. I met Charity by sending an e-mail in response to her photo on her Literotica profile. It was a really artistic and beautiful black and white photo, I learned she took of herself, that gave her a very ghostly appearance, hence her Lit name ghost921. She responded and there began a yearlong exchange of e-mails about our individual sexual likes and dislikes. Today, we were scheduled to meet for the first time and I was nervous that she wouldn't show, that she would show and not be pleased, that she would show and I would not be pleased. I have never done anything like this and other then the rush of trying something new, the nerves were rattling.
I knew that Charity was tall at 5'10 with long red hair. I also knew she loved to wear high heels and that leather and vinyl were among her fetishes. She had also confided in me that cuming was not something that came easy to her. Yes, I knew a good deal about her looks and her sexuality but I had to admit I did not know her and likewise she did not know me. However, with all of that I was as excited as a teenager losing his virginity.
Charity's Story
Her I am sitting in my car in the garage of this downtown St Louis hotel, almost too paralyzed to get out and go meet Kevin. He was a man I knew little about other then he wrote very sexy e-mails and was willing to try most anything during sex, thought he admitted he was not a fan of things like asphyxiation, something I had told him I had tried and enjoyed. He also likes a bit of BDSM as I do and he floored me when he mentioned he would not mind being tied up by me. I had never before thought about being the "top" before and the idea took hold and for the next year or so we had continued to exchange e-mails titillating each other. Now he was in St Louis for business and he had mentioned he would like to get together and "see what happens". I agreed though now, I am obviously having additional thoughts. I am not prepared to go in there and see a look that says, "Oh your not what I thought you were, I wonder how long till I can dump you" or perhaps I might have the same thought. Oh well, you know what they say; "tis better to love and lose then never to love at all". And even though love is not a part of this you get me meaning. So I ambled out of the car and strolled into the lobby of the hotel.
Kevin's Story
"Charity, my god you're even better looking then I imagined."
Kevin said as Charity sauntered into the lobby, easily recognizable at her height, her black five-inch heels and her red hair. "Kevin, its great to finally meet you in person and you too are better then imagined, I'm glad we decided to meet."
Charity responded.
"Charity, lets go into the restaurant and enjoy a meal or a drink or both and catch up and chat for a while, is that ok with you?"
Charity nodded and they headed into the dinning room of the hotel. Once seated in a corner table Kevin began to admire the woman in front of him. She was elegant that was for sure, and in those heels and that black summer dress, it was hard not to begin to wonder what treats lay in store beneath the fabric. The neckline was scooped enough to give a hint to a delightful chest and her dress was short enough to allow her legs to mesmerize him. She was enchanting and very, very alluring, he would have to work on controlling himself or he might not be able to stand later.
"So Charity thanks for coming out to see me. I hope you drive wasn't too long or hard."
"Actually Kevin, I spent so much time thinking about this moment, what to say and wondering if we would like one another that the drive felt like a quick run to the corner store."
"Well that's good, lets order something so we can concentrate on getting to know one another."
They ordered dinner and while eating exchanged stories of their individual lives and other small talk. After dinner Kevin turned up the heat of the discussion by talking about the subject of some of their e-mails.
"Charity, you told me long ago that having orgasms or cuming was not something that came easy for you. Has that gotten any better or is it still a hit or miss kind of thing."
Charity was not prepared for this kind of open discussion, after all writing these thing on an e-mail to someone you really do not know is one thing, talking face to face with a man about sex was not something she had really ever did before.
"Well.... a....a...I have to admit I am not sure I can have this discussion, I mean I never have...I mean other then in an e-mail...give me a moment, Kevin, Okay?"
"Charity, I'm sorry. I did not mean to put you on the spot..."
"No, no, no don't apologize. I always knew that if we'd meet that we would most likely talk about those things we always wrote about and I came her knowing that...its not that I do not want to respond, I just need a moment to get "in the mood" if you will?"
"Well the reason I asked if purely self satisfying, I think I can get you to cum a bit easier, perhaps even more then once while having sex. So I thought I would see where you were and..."
"Kevin, yes, I still have a hard time reaching orgasm. We have tried a number of things, as you are aware, yet they remain a rare occurrence for me. As to weather I want to try with you is still under review, lets see how the night goes! OK?"
Kevin and Charity continued their conversation talking about their sex lives and fantasies thru desert and then some. They seemed to be clicking on all cylinders when while paying the tab, Kevin handed Charity a room key.
"That's the key to my room. I know you are thinking about what you might want to do and if you don't want to go up, we will still be friends and I would continue to want to exchange e-mails with you. However, we need to use our night well, so I said I could help you with your orgasm, and if you would like to do that I will tell you that you would have to do what I say when I say it."
"So, you'd want me to play the roll of a slave or sub?"
"Yes, in essence but not completely, in fact you could be the Dom, but you would still have to honor the rules in that scenario as well."
'What rules?"
"If you elect to go to my room, you will find a package on the bed -- the clothing inside will work just as well in a sub or Dom role. If you elect to stay and play it out you need to put on the clothing and if you are to be the sub, throw the security bar across the door so it stands a bit ajar, and I can enter without using my key. Then sit in the chair facing the door and wait for me. If you chose to be a Dom, and make me the sub, then put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and close it. This way I will knock and ask permission to enter and you will then be in control of the night. There are some toys included that you might want to use as a Dom, and if you are the sub, I might use!"
"Sounds fair. I especially like the fact that it's my choice. I don't understand how acting as a Dom will help my orgasm, but if I do this then I guess I will have to wait and see, right?"