How did this happen? An unexpected rendez-vous.
They had connected through an on-line dating site that catered to people with like-minded interests. You could call them kinks or fetishes, or whatever floats your boat. Smutlife.com was clearly not the best site, but I had found some success in the past and decided to keep trying, hoping that I would finally meet someone decidedly cool. I was looking for someone out of the norm. Someone really different and special. Everyone had their own thing, it was just a matter of finding one that was either into my thing, was open minded enough to want to try or just wanted to experience something novel.
I knew pretty much the first time that I saw our profile that you would be amazing. You had beautiful shoulder-length chestnut hair with a long lock of fire-engine red right at the front. The red hair almost sent up a flare to all men saying “I’m here! Look at me”. It wasn’t an uncommon thing to see, but what most people don’t know is that a woman that does something like that is definitely in need of attention and wants to be noticed. The rule of the land is that you better fucking-well give it to them or they will drop you like third period French. I made a mental note of that and continued to scan through your library of photos. Six in all and you looked unbelievable in all of them. You were pretty in a really unique way. I had a hard time describing it, but I could tell from somewhat loose fitting clothes that you had a truly stunning body. Although, what attracted me the most was your piercingly deep hazel coloured eyes. Of course, it only helped that you had the cutest freckles that spread out from the bridge of her nose to cover her cheeks. To me, you were simply gorgeous. I had to find a way to be with you, now! However, it was the last photo was the one that really piqued my interest. In the background was a very large, red, round balloon sitting in the corner of your room unnoticed surrounded by flecks of broken latex spread out on all sides. This kind of detail would have been lost on everyone that didn’t have a balloon fetish, but captured my attention like no other making me want to know more. Ordinarily, my attention would have been drawn to your burgundy coloured lace push-up bra and matching panties barely covering the what looked like the softest and most inviting skin I had ever seen, but the balloon is what I saw first. For as long as I could remember I could pick one out at a thousand yards attached to a sign, floating in the sky or as burst shards on the ground. This was the problem for someone with that fetish is that balloons are so common that you are constantly being reminded about your proclivity in public on a regular basis (especially during moments when it should be the last thing on your mind, like at a children’s party). I went back to your profile and it read “Little looner. Looking for someone out of the ordinary. Recently realized I have a special thing that I NEED to explore with someone. Dying for some special personal affection and preferably looking for a meaningful connection...but not looking to get married…again. I’m insatiable, so better bring your A game.”
I swiped right with a slight feeling of regret knowing that I wouldn’t see your profile again unless you did the same. A week had passed by and I had almost put you completely out of my mind. Almost.
You had just about forgotten about her Smutlife.com account due to numerous issues you had with her divorce and your ex being a total wanker, but mostly just didn’t feel like being harassed, have to make small talk or deal with the multitude of dick picks that were being sent to you daily. You normally didn’t mind seeing a nice cock, but much preferred to have it in your hand, mouth or pussy and preferably on your own terms instead of receiving them unsolicited. In fact, one of her favourite things was to suck and fondle a nice warm cock slowly bringing assuming it was your partner and bring them to explosive orgasms. What made it even better was for you to edge him just to the point of climax multiple times after he had abstained from touching himself for a good week on your orders. You loved the power you held over men, relishing the expressions on his face and seeing how his body reacted to your every touch. You hadn’t had any nice cock in longer than you could remember, and you ached to be filled again as your libido came rushing back in full force like a tsunami. At this point, watching porn just wasn’t enough. I mean, porn has its moments and it fills a temporary need, but when you are aching, it is entirely inadequate. Consequently, it was like a second awakening for you. You were just on the cusp of hitting your sexual prime and could only just barely hold back the hormones that were starting to drive you to make some dubious choices. Sometimes you would go to sleep turned on and then wake up in a lake of your juices often having to change your sheets because the smell the following day would continue to turn you on – it was a vicious cycle. You would sometimes go for lunch and spy a hot guy in a restaurant and would have to excuse herself to the bathroom to take care of yourself, otherwise sit there in discomfort as your panties soaked through leaving a tell-tale moist spot on the chair. Sometimes all it took was the slightest gust of wind between your legs if you were wearing a sundress to make your chest flush in excitement while your nipples stood out at attention like the Queen’s guard.
