Foreword
"Turnons" was an ongoing unfinished series I originally published here on lit and still available for everyone until one year ago or so. I was really engaged in the story and characters, but I was at a point in my life where I couldn't just find time to write. So I just thought once I'll be able to give a proper development and ending to the story I'll simply go back and publish a few more chapters.
In the meantime two things happened. The story got some attention, and I got lots of comments and positive feedbacks which I was grateful for; I also had some critics and that's always useful and welcome, sometimes even more than the occasional "great story, write more".
The second thing is I received a lot of hate emails, some were from "fans" who wanted me to publish new chapters and asked for it in a not-so-nice way, some others were from people who didn't like this or that about the story.
I know, haters gonna hate and all that, but then I wasn't interested in dealing with it, I wasn't in the right mind to do it, I didn't have the time, and I didn't want to open my email and find harsh messages from complete strangers. So I just decided to pull the story and delete the account.
Lately though my mind went back to Alex's story, and since I'm first of all an eager reader I had to admit to myself that I wanted to see where that story went. And I wanted other readers as well to enjoy it, at least the one who genuinely liked it and the ones who'll discover it just now.
So I went back to "Turnons" and started revising a little (just a little, when I found typos or things that didn't sound right) and now I'm publishing it once again, chapter by chapter, with the intention of going through with it and see where Alex and Turnons will lead me.
I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do.
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Chapter 1
Turnons
. The name of the app was surely vague.
Alex found the website almost by chance, while idly browsing her usual sites and blogs looking for some unusual amusement.
It took a little while for her to realise it, but that same app kept coming up every now and then. She first heard of it in one of Lit's chatrooms months ago, but now she had tried so many different erotic chats and erotica sites, she could hardly tell if it was on Lit chat indeed or somewhere else. She couldn't even recall the name of the user who first told her about it.
She just remembered how he pitched the app: "an intriguing way to explore your hidden desires, fantasies and limits". Sounded like something she'd like to try.
She created her account. There was a rather long privacy policy and the usual permissions you had to grant to the app to work properly. She just skipped forward giving her consent and was then presented with a profile to complete.
She used a fake name, but she didn't lie about her age or pretty much anything else. She entered her gender, selected a vague "UK" as location, then filled in the required fields about her physical appearance.
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Hair colour: light brunette.
Eyes: dark brown.
Body type: slender.
Height: 5.4.
Cup-size: 34D.
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Next she had to give a short description of her likes and dislikes, some were sexual some more generic such as "I like a challenging conversation" or "I don't like people taking me for granted".
After she completed her general profile came the naughty stuff - finally, she noted.
*Choose from the tag cloud at least 5 words that best fit you*
Alex quickly looked around for the first word that came to her mind, it was always the same, whenever she had to create that kind of profile, and she easily found it: exhibitionist.
The second word wasn't that easy to choose at the beginning, but if she was being honest her pick had to be: submissive.
At that point she noticed that most of the words remaining were completely unfit for her, or rather maybe too hardcore. This at least was her first thought. The little game of describing herself with heavily sexual terms though was taking a toll on her, and as she started perceiving a familiar tingle she picked the third word: slut.
After she entered the third word the tag cloud disappeared and a bunch of suggestions came up on the screen.
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Maybe you'd like to add: public whore, cum junkie, denied pussy, bimbo, fucktoy, camgirl wannabe, pornstar, anal lover, exposed webslut.
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- Whoa, serious stuff - she whispered.
Apparently she couldn't type in any word that wasn't listed, nor could she change her previous selection, so she just went with it.
She liked edging, from time to time she liked to deny herself an orgasm, and sometimes she actually fantasised about not being in control of her own orgasms. So she chose "denied pussy".
The following word had to be one between public whore, camgirl wannabe and exposed webslut. She didn't really think her choice would have mattered somehow, nevertheless she decided to go with the one that seemed tamer.
- Camgirl wannabe it is.
The following step was describing a sexual fantasy. Alex didn't have to think too much about it. Her scenarios varied but the main themes were always the same, so she started typing without anything specific in mind.
What came out sounded like this:
"I'd like to say I'd try anything once but I'm often held back by myself, even when something intrigues me. I come across as a shy person. I wasn't shy as a kid, but growing up meant getting a lot of attention from the boys mostly because of my breasts, while the girls made fun of me. That's probably where my shyness comes from. (Ok you are not my therapist, the good bits are coming, I promise). Along with shyness in time I developed a fetish for exhibitionism (quite complicated, I know). I'm not turned on by bold exhibitionists walking naked in public smiling or opening their coats to show off. I'm turned on by revealing outfits, by the embarrassment, the shame (even the humiliation to some level) of being on show, and by not being in control. My ultimate fantasy is to be seduced (or maybe a little forced too) into exploring this side of me. Being made to wear revealing outfits in public, being gradually pushed towards more and more exposing situations and no way out predicaments, until what seemed impossible at first could become my new normal. And then I would be pushed to go deeper..."
She just clicked the save button without proofreading it. Just talking about that stuff was enough to turn that tingle into something more. Alex was getting turned on. Her nipples were hard. She bit her lip as something new came up on the screen of her phone.
*Hi Nina,* that was the fake name she had chosen *welcome to Turnons.*
After a quick loading time another message appeared.
