Bicycle riders chained their modes of transportation to posts. Although it was only close to noon, the Red Light District was busy with activity.
The buzz of her cell stole her attention.
I’m glad you liked what you saw. I assure you, it’s eager to get closer to you. As am I.
Gwen prepared her reply.
I’m glad you are eager to get closer. I assure you, I am ready.
She set her phone on the table and crossed her legs. As she rocked her foot, she considered whether she was making the right choice to go to the club. The opportunity was perfect and she might never get another one, but she questioned if she could handle what people did in the clubs. She’d never seen someone tied up and whipped, never witnessed a woman gagged and with welts on her body and certainly never watched another couple fucking in front of her very eyes. Could she survive seeing such things without puking? Would she look at sex differently and feel disgusted? Maybe she could talk him into meeting elsewhere. Perhaps they could find a private place and have a quickie now.
Her phone notified her of a new message. She lifted the device and read it.
Are you certain you’re ready? Is your pussy wet? Can you handle my large cock?
Her pulse quickened, excited by his questions. She sent a message back to Mark.
My panties are drenched. And yes, I’m confident I can handle your big dick with no trouble. I’m a horny woman in need of a sex fix. Can you help me solve this dilemma?
Gwen left her cell on the table and reached behind her. She grabbed her long wavy locks and lifted them off her shoulders to enjoy the breeze. Her elevated temperature hadn’t decreased much since the sex toy shop.
A new text arrived. Gwen dropped her hair and picked up the phone.
I love your confidence and I can resolve your problem. I will first bring you intense pleasure with my tongue. I want to taste you and feel you come again and again. Woman, you are so beautiful with your arms above your head.
Gwen’s heart jumped and she quickly scanned the area. How did he know she had been holding her hair up? She glanced at the occupants sitting at each table. When she didn’t find Mark, she looked near the canal. Not a single person looked like the man she’d met in the sex toy shop.
Her phone vibrated and she shifted her attention.
Looking for something? I have it in my pants.
She typed a response.
Where are you? Come out and play. Bring your stiff member.
After she sent the text, she lifted her gaze and continued searching for him. He’d seen her lift her arms and her response to his message, so he had to be nearby. But where?
The soft shake of her cell halted her hunt for him.
I am close but not as close as I’d like to be. I want to touch you and kiss those lips again. But what I really want to do is lick every inch of your body. As you can imagine, my erection is eager to come out and play, but I’m making him wait until tonight. I want you in my control. I want to make you come hard and frequently. I want to feel your orgasms and enjoy them as much as you will. And you will.
A mini-spasm caused her to clench her thighs together. Her cheeks and entire body warmed. The man was fucking erotic.
Before she could think of a reply, she received another message from Mark.
My card has a question on it. Care to answer it for me?
Gwen fished the small paper from her purse and read it again. She spotted the question under his name. What’s your desire?
As she slipped the card back inside her handbag, she pondered an answer for him. What kind of kinky sex did she want to try? Did she want to experiment with toys? Did she want to be blindfolded or tied to a bed? She tapped her finger on the edge of her phone. Every idea she came up with sounded too weak for a man who worked in a BDSM club. She wanted to try different things, but she wasn’t sure she could handle some of the hard-core kink. Could she let a man whip her? Could she stomach wearing a gag or having
The buzz of her cell stole her attention.
I’m glad you liked what you saw. I assure you, it’s eager to get closer to you. As am I.
Gwen prepared her reply.
I’m glad you are eager to get closer. I assure you, I am ready.
She set her phone on the table and crossed her legs. As she rocked her foot, she considered whether she was making the right choice to go to the club. The opportunity was perfect and she might never get another one, but she questioned if she could handle what people did in the clubs. She’d never seen someone tied up and whipped, never witnessed a woman gagged and with welts on her body and certainly never watched another couple fucking in front of her very eyes. Could she survive seeing such things without puking? Would she look at sex differently and feel disgusted? Maybe she could talk him into meeting elsewhere. Perhaps they could find a private place and have a quickie now.
Her phone notified her of a new message. She lifted the device and read it.
Are you certain you’re ready? Is your pussy wet? Can you handle my large cock?
Her pulse quickened, excited by his questions. She sent a message back to Mark.
My panties are drenched. And yes, I’m confident I can handle your big dick with no trouble. I’m a horny woman in need of a sex fix. Can you help me solve this dilemma?
Gwen left her cell on the table and reached behind her. She grabbed her long wavy locks and lifted them off her shoulders to enjoy the breeze. Her elevated temperature hadn’t decreased much since the sex toy shop.
A new text arrived. Gwen dropped her hair and picked up the phone.
I love your confidence and I can resolve your problem. I will first bring you intense pleasure with my tongue. I want to taste you and feel you come again and again. Woman, you are so beautiful with your arms above your head.
Gwen’s heart jumped and she quickly scanned the area. How did he know she had been holding her hair up? She glanced at the occupants sitting at each table. When she didn’t find Mark, she looked near the canal. Not a single person looked like the man she’d met in the sex toy shop.
Her phone vibrated and she shifted her attention.
Looking for something? I have it in my pants.
She typed a response.
Where are you? Come out and play. Bring your stiff member.
After she sent the text, she lifted her gaze and continued searching for him. He’d seen her lift her arms and her response to his message, so he had to be nearby. But where?
The soft shake of her cell halted her hunt for him.
I am close but not as close as I’d like to be. I want to touch you and kiss those lips again. But what I really want to do is lick every inch of your body. As you can imagine, my erection is eager to come out and play, but I’m making him wait until tonight. I want you in my control. I want to make you come hard and frequently. I want to feel your orgasms and enjoy them as much as you will. And you will.
A mini-spasm caused her to clench her thighs together. Her cheeks and entire body warmed. The man was fucking erotic.
Before she could think of a reply, she received another message from Mark.
My card has a question on it. Care to answer it for me?
Gwen fished the small paper from her purse and read it again. She spotted the question under his name. What’s your desire?
As she slipped the card back inside her handbag, she pondered an answer for him. What kind of kinky sex did she want to try? Did she want to experiment with toys? Did she want to be blindfolded or tied to a bed? She tapped her finger on the edge of her phone. Every idea she came up with sounded too weak for a man who worked in a BDSM club. She wanted to try different things, but she wasn’t sure she could handle some of the hard-core kink. Could she let a man whip her? Could she stomach wearing a gag or having