PenPals
Her marriage was on the rocks, but her heart stayed, unable to let go of the emotionless void of her relationship. It was the right thing to do, and she was a good, obedient wife, even if she had nothing to show from the ten years of living as roommates with her husband.
The sex? Almost nonexistent. And the love? Well, that was not even on the table. Taking to the only place she could find attention that she desperately craved, she typed in the username and password for a silly forum. Her eyes darted from post to post, searching for a conversation that piqued her interest, until she found herself stopping on a topic she never would have given a second thought.
Smut.
Stories flooded her screen with unthinkable acts and her body grew shaky and anxious. With sweaty palms and damp panties, she opened post after post, drinking in every detail she could. Her favorite, she noticed, was a kink for praise, and a new obsession, a daddy kink.
One username became the highlight of her lonely evenings, delicious and straightforward, her pussy would pulse with anticipation for his next post. His words were filthy, and she liked it.
Before she realized what she was doing, she was responding to his post. Responding to his story. The story she read over and over again as she swayed her hips in her chair many times, circling and grinding her clit along the rigid material.
Her response was short: “I loved when your character called him daddy as he spanked her.”
Slamming her laptop closed, heat flooded her body at the realization of what had happened, at what she just did. Ignoring her newfound bravery she went to bed.
The next morning, waking up alone and cold, she padded to her kitchen to check her emails. Still sleepy, her eyes locked on a message from the username she craved. Her knees gave a little and she rested her body on the countertop with her elbows.
“Do you like to be spanked? Would you call me daddy while I’m spanking you? And thank you! That is my favorite part as well.” ~Alex
The dizzy feeling lingered as her fingers danced across the keys.
“I've never been spanked, but I think I’d like it. Maybe I’ll call you daddy, however; it might be too soon. I’m not sure if you give off those vibes just yet.” ~Samantha
Almost instantly she received a new message, and her body hummed with excitement.
“Oh, feisty! I like that! We can get to know each other and soon you’ll be calling me daddy in your dreams as you beg me to fuck that sassy mouth of yours.” ~ Alex
Embarrassed, she closed her laptop again, and tried to forget about the naughty feelings stirring inside her. But Alex always had a way of popping into her mind.
At first, his messages were random fantasies, but she gradually got to know the person behind the screen. A bond slowly started to grow and the connection became an addiction. More emails came with unsavory comments, that should be undeniably unwanted, but it was exhilarating. She liked the dirty words she read.
“My hand is stroking my cock thinking about you.” ~Alex
“I’d like to bend you over the stove and fuck you while you make pancakes. I’m going to fuck your brains out, and you will call me daddy. I’ll fist my hand in your hair, pulling your head back, so I can bite that pretty neck of yours. And then you’ll serve me breakfast.” ~oxoxAlex
“I love the color red and I like puppies. Have a great day.” ~your new daddy
She knew it was a mistake but it still had her heart racing at the mere thought of how naughty she was behaving as a married woman, anticipating his next email.
She wanted him.
She wished Alex was her husband.
