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Once he was satisfied in the shade of pink on either ass cheek, he stepped back cautiously. Hard as fuck. He adjusted himself while keeping her secure. “Come on,” he said and grabbed his beer. He led her toward one of the couches. “You’re not done. You owe me.” He winked.

Rubbing her butt, she shook her head. “You gonna make me a good girl?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he shot back. But what he needed right now was a blowjob, and she gave a damn good one.

Chapter 10

Gingersnap

Three new messages. It was an adventure opening these messages every time she logged into the website. Sometimes, they weren’t too bad. Others—well, others, they were truly an experience.

Bracing herself, Liz settled onto her couch, resting her laptop on her thighs as she rested her glass of wine on her coffee table. Here we go. Time to delve into the depraved world with desperate, single, kinky men.

The icon before the first message was an erection. “Always a good start,” she mumbled to herself as she eyed her wine. She’d considered the idea of making it a drinking game. For every cock shot, she would take a drink. For every offer of submission, despite being a submissive herself, she’d take two drinks. For every offer to meet on the first email, she would finish the glass.

She’d die of alcohol poisoning by the end of the night.

Chuckling to herself, knowing it would be a disaster, she opened the dick picture message, anyway. One never knew. He may have something interesting to say. Just because a man believed his dick was the most sexual thing about him didn’t make him a bad guy—ill informed—but not a bad guy.

Message 1: Hi, I live in Akron. I would love to meet you sometime.

She eyed her glass of wine. Okay, no drinking game. She would not chug that full glass. She intended to enjoy it slowly. She wanted to have a good night—a relaxing night. She didn’t need to be drunk before she got to the third message.

Liz hit reply. She might as well entertain herself.

Liz: Hey there, thanks for writing. Do you meet people off this site often? When was the last time you met someone? Do you go to the munches in the area?

~ Gingersnap

Send.

In her experience, the people who sent this sort of message didn’t go to any sort of functions. And while they seemed all about meeting, when actually faced with meeting someone, they either ghosted or came up with excuses. So, she figured he’d either not respond or have a reason he didn’t go to stuff.

Next message. A question mark. Good start—he couldn’t even upload a photo. With the access to cameras people had and the number of images people are exposed to, the fact the man didn’t upload anything to represent him was a bad sign. Minimal investment meant minimal effort. To her, he was a step below penis picture.

Taking a sip of wine, Liz dove into a real gem of a message.

Message 2: Hi Gingersnap. I am coming off a hiatus. I’ve been in this lifestyle for fifteen years but my profile was deactivated and permanently deleted so I am starting over. I’m looking to make new friends. It’s hard to find them in the Akron area. Would you be interested?

While on the surface this seemed benign, there were several red flags. A permanently deleted profile? To the point he doesn’t have a picture? Well, that doesn’t happen for no reason. Nope. She’d had enough drama in her life. Time to be standoffish.

Sure, she could just ignore him. She could block him. She could delete the email and just move on. However, Liz was crippled by the inability to not respond to the messages in her mailbox. So, here she was typing a response to someone she had no interest in. She told herself it was the polite thing to do. Another sip of wine and she started typing.

Liz: Hey there. I’ve found Akron to be quite the active community. Have you tried going to the local munches? If you branch out of the online community, I am sure you will find we are a welcoming bunch.

~ Gingersnap

There. She was nice and cordial, and if he really did want friends, she did her duty and directed him to where he could find them. She also may have lied a little. Okay, he would’ve had to really pay attention to catch it. She didn’t go to munches anymore. So, if he went to one and looked for her, he’d be disappointed. Though, she doubted he’d go.

Before she clicked the next email, she frowned. When had she become so cynical?

Instead of reading it, she browsed the groups she’d joined to see if anyone had posted anything of interest in the forums. She perused the recently uploaded pictures. A lot of the people in the local scene enjoyed sharing pictures of the events, so she could see some of what Anemone had done at the last play party.

Her friend was really talented. Okay, it went beyond talent. Anemone spent hours practicing ties. She loved rope and everything to do with it. She didn’t get tied up as much as she used to—Liz suspected it was because she didn’t trust that many people to actually rig as well as she did, but she was often a major attraction at events. She drew a crowd when she scened. Her work was mesmerizing.

As she flipped through the most recent play party’s pictures, she skimmed through a fire cupping scene, a trio of ladies in matching school girl outfits, and then paused on a woman bent over and cuffed down to a spanking bench while a paddle collided with her bare ass. The photo was timed perfectly on impact where the woman’s flesh rippled, absorbing the impact.

Licking her bottom lip, Liz couldn’t help but stare, fixating on the wooden paddle colliding with the woman’s soft flesh. She shifted on the couch slightly and placed a hand on her own butt cheek near where she suspected the paddle had landed. Pressing her hand into the spot, she wondered what it would have felt like.

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