I truly enjoy writing erotic stories and love that I found a website that posts them.
Many emails come through after one of my stories gets posted and I usually try to reply to each of them in turn. One of the emails really sparked my interest and we started an exciting exchange that I will never regret. This is that story.
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"LadyS, I hope this email finds you well. I just wanted to tell you that I truly enjoyed your extremely well-written stories. You have mad storytelling skills, making me feel as if I was actually there. That is a true talent that you should be very proud of. Thank you so much for sharing. - Xoxo, Branden."
I don't know what grabbed my attention, but I quickly replied to his email. "Branden, I am very well and hope you are also. You're very welcome, sir, and thank you for the compliment. I love to write and it's very humbling to know someone likes what I put out there. I greatly appreciate your kind words. Thank you. *LadyS*"
Over the next weeks, our emails quickly escalated. We truly enjoyed talking to each other and, yes, things did move to a sexual nature. We flirted back and forth as we got to know one another. We expressed our fantasies, things we could never tell anyone else, even our spouses. We described how we wanted to touch each other, the things we wanted to do.
It was a 'safe' relationship. He was a professor at university, both of us were married at the time, and, to top it off, I lived in the US while he lived across the pond in England. We never thought anything would come of it.
"If you were in the same room right now, I would love to see your long hair falling down to your waist. To touch your face. Kiss your sweet mouth. Nibble on your neck, that spot right under your ear, towards the back. That spot you said drives you crazy. What would you like to do?" He asked in one email.
"I could sit on your lap and talk about whatever pops up. ::grin:: Mmm. I would love to kiss you. That turns me on so much. Your mouth on my neck? That would drive me crazy. I would love to feel you standing behind me, your mouth on the back of my neck, your hands under my shirt, grasping my breasts, lightly twisting my nipples. To feel your erection grinding against my ass. I would reach back and rub my hand up and down your hardness, eventually taking him out to play. Xoxo, Shi"
"You turn me on so much, babe. The thought of doing that with you makes me so hard. I want you so much."
Our emails continued along the same lines, but we also talked about normal everyday things. It was a good long-distance friendship that we were both enjoying.
Two months after we had started conversing, I received an email that changed everything.
"Good morning, Sexy Shi. Hope you had a good night's sleep. It was great being able to hear your voice on the phone. I have a surprise for you. I know we didn't think we'd ever be able to meet, but I was able to register for the opportunity to be a guest lecturer at a university near you next week. I would really like to see you. If you're game, I'll contact you when I get there, and maybe we can meet. - Xoxo, Branden."
My jaw dropped. No freaking way. I couldn't believe it. We would be able to meet? Unbelievable. My stomach felt as if butterflies had been let loose inside there.
Did I really want to meet up with him? Yes. But should I? My heart skipped a beat at the thought of all the things we had disclosed to one another. The pictures we had exchanged.
The night before, well, night for me since England is six hours later than my time, I was home alone as my husband works nights. Being early morning there in England, Branden was in his office at university and was able to call me. One thing led to another and we actually masturbated together. We heard each other moan as we came.
I blushed as I remembered. Seriously, it was one of the hottest things ever.
Could I actually have the nerve to see him face-to-face? How could I not, though? It didn't mean we had to do anything.
What if there were no sparks when we saw each other? What if there were? Was I ready for that possibility?
Oh, hell yeah.
I clicked 'reply' and wrote him an email.
"Branden, that sounds spectacular. I would love to meet up with you with the stipulation that we do so with no predetermined expectations. We'll just see how we feel when we meet face-to-face. No pressure. All right, babe? Xoxo, Shi"
I quickly clicked 'send' and closed my eyes. Was I sure about this? No. But I wanted to meet him. I wanted to see him in person. Hear his voice and, I'll admit to myself, feel his touch. His kiss. His body against mine. His powerful thrusts inside of me. I shivered.
We continued to email back and forth and we were able to speak on the phone right before his flight left Heathrow.
"Are you sure you want to meet me, love?" His accent was so sexy. My nipples tingled at the sound of his voice. I couldn't believe how turned on it made me.
"Yes, sir, I am. I know we're keeping it with no pressure, but I am anxiously, excitedly nervous."
He chuckled. "You're so cute. I know what you mean. We won't do anything you don't want to do, but I have to tell you, I would love to kiss you. Touch you. Do other things to you."
"What if you don't feel that way when we see each other in person?" I asked worriedly.
He chuckled again. "Oh, sweetie, no worries. I promise I will. There's so much we've talked about. We've told each other our deepest, darkest desires. How could I not feel that way when I finally see you?"
I shook my head, stopping when I realized he couldn't see me. "I know. But I worry. I'm not as pretty as other women. I don't want you to be disappointed."
"Shianne. Don't talk like that. I've seen your pictures. You are beautiful. Inside and out. You are one of the sweetest girls I know. You are intelligent and yes, a bit nerdy, but that, to me, makes you even more sexy and attractive."
I blushed. "Ok, thank you. Now stop, please." I loved hearing the compliments, but they took some getting used to. He always made me feel beautiful and sexy. I could probably get used to this and the thought made me smile. "Seriously, thank you, sir. You make me feel good. I love that."
"I'm glad. Just stating the truth, though. I better go. They're starting to board the plane. I will talk to you tomorrow after I rest up some."
"All right. Have a safe journey. Talk to you later, sweetie."
"Ok, babe."
I sighed and shook my head as I hung up. I still couldn't believe I would see him in twenty-four hours or so. Wow.
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The next day, I received an email from Branden letting me know he had arrived at his hotel. He gave me the information and asked if I would meet him at seven that evening in the hotel's lounge. I agreed.
After my husband left for work, I quickly changed my clothes. I had bought a new red blouse a few days before. The peek-a-boo cutouts left my shoulders bare. It was see-through, worn over a matching red tank top. I decided to wear it with a black asymmetrical skirt that ended right below my knees and red high heels.
I brushed my auburn hair, leaving it loose, and put lipstick on. One last look in the mirror...damn I did look good...and I left to meet Branden.
Butterflies fluttered in my belly as I walked in to the hotel bar. Like always, I was early, and after a quick look around, noticed that Branden wasn't down yet. I took a seat at the bar and ordered my usual girly-girl Cosmo and settled in to wait a bit.
