Rough-Me Dot Com
by
Neale Sourna
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Rough-Me Dot Com
[Romantic
Erotica]
Dot
com queen, Lara, runs an internet site for rough sex. Her own boring romantic
life has her observing the online site communications of a client, named
Wil. She makes contact with him, as Dennie, one of her aliases, who "works
for her."
When
he decides he wants to meet "Dennie" in person, Lara puts herself in the
perilous position, because rough stud Wil make break her company, break
her, and bust her cunt to pieces. _1000
words (free version)
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I’d
been bored, again. I kicked off my heels to flex my feet and legs, then sighed
and went back to work, with good cock still in my thoughts.
Don’t
get me wrong, I love my company, a
lucrative dot com for sexually active, private member websites for consenting
adults, who seek something a little
different. We get you connected; we don’t supervise.
Damn.
I can’t concentrate. Hm.
“What’re
you up to today, sweet cheeks?” I murmured, clicking open my pet project. “You’re
online. Blocking another won’t quit girl.”
His
dull picture says, I’m Will and not hideous,
but this fuzzy jpeg may be touched up, a lot. He has much hotter pix in
his portfolio archive which he sends once he’s gotten to know a prospective
fuck better. He hasn’t sent one out in a while.
He’s
“straight.” “Unmarried,” and really is, per our D&B and criminal records.
Good financials, traffic tix, but no arrests. He’s picky and can choose to be,
and “bored” with what “I’ve been getting in the real world,” his bio says.
Suck it up, Lara. Time to get the game going. Use your Dennie profile.
“Dennie—Hi,
Will: Been kinda watching you here at Lara’s. I know it sounds creepy. It’s
not. You’re interesting. Most guy’s here aren’t at all picky and say they’re
looking for love or marriage or long-term sex, but they’re not. Not at a rough
sex site. Right?” Enter.
No
answer. Maybe he’s walked away, or just screening. Continue.
“Dennie—I’m
picky, too, and breaking Lara’s rules. No mixing with or personally servicing
her clients. I could get fired. But, you’re her
client not mine. LOL” Enter.
Nothing,
while my cursor pulsed like a racing heartbeat. This. Is. So. Stupid. Ah. He
was checking out my profile, as Dennie.
“Dennie—You’re
unsatisfied with our rough sex women clients, I know. Some are REALLY … extreme?
Hanging from the ceiling by nipple and clit piercings. I’m not like that. Pain
is … unpleasant. But I think, feel that it’s more about our emotions, at their
most intense, about a … hunger within we can’t explain. Something about bein—.”
Enter.
Damn
it! I’d mistakenly hit enter and cut myself off—premature entry.
Will
answered.
“Will—about
being able to fully put yourself in my hands. Have me take rough control of
you, mind, body, and soul, to force you to give me pleasure. Serve my needs.
And yours, as well. Isn’t it?”
Fuck
me. I stared at the screen. It really sounded dif in real conversation, for...[more]
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