(This story was written for a friend, hope you like it. All characters are over the age of 18. Please make sure to comment and vote. Thanks)
The e-mails drifted into her mailbox one at a time, each a little more daring then the rest. Did he really know what he did to her every time she opened one of these? The red head hung up her phone telling her friend on the line that she had work she had to get done. She never could concentrate when Rob sent her his pictures, she would become distracted for days thinking about him, dreaming about his body reacting to hers, his powerful muscles flexing under her touch. He would laugh and say it was hot knowing what an effect he had over her. If he only knew how she would call someone by his name if she had thought about his pictures: her friends would laugh and would tease her about her fascination with him.
Red, as she was most commonly known, had recently realized that she was in desperate need for a man who was a bit more dominant in the bedroom. She was quickly tiring of boyfriends that would stop and ask if he was doing something right, she wanted someone who took charge and asked questions later. Red could comment even to the casual stranger that she had an interest in bondage and S&M, but had not had a chance to experience either as anything other than an audience. It seemed through discussions with Rob that, he was into many of the same things she was. And was more than willing to tell her exactly what he would do to her, if they were together.
His most recent fascination to get reactions out of her was to send nude pictures of himself. He had what she thought was the perfect form, and melted just thinking about it. He was taller than she was, with broad shoulders the narrow waist and the most amazing ass she had ever seen.
As she opened up the pictures he'd sent her as of recent she knew that the rest of the day she was going to be a blubbering fool. The first, a typical flexing of the pectorals, got her blood pumping: she imagined running her hands over his chest and up to his shoulders. She thought about his strong upper body holding her up when her knees would become to weak to support her. The second, was that of his ass, she bit her lip and closed her eyes imagining gripping the fleshy mounds in her hands, or even spanking him if he'd been naughty. The third, was his cock, the picture he had taken was amazing. His hand was at the base of his member; it was long and fairly thick. Red shifted in her desk chair looking at the pictures, rubbing her legs together. Full-blown fantasy entered her mind as she shifted through the pictures.
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