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refrigerator door. He smiled as he saw the
email notification for a new blog post from LittleKGirl and an
email from Katie. Johnathan abandoned lunch for a moment to
read.
     
    Johnathan,
    Yes, Katie is short for Katherine. That was
my grandmother’s name, a woman I adored. But being called Katherine
always makes me feel old. Ugh!
    As a fellow survivor of divorce, I
understand!
    Ask away. If I don’t want to answer, I’ll
tell you.
    Talk to you later!
    Katie
     
    Johnathan smiled. Katie offered very little
information about herself, but he didn’t mind. He knew with enough
time he could get her to open up a bit. Johnathan chuckled thinking
about her response. Katie might consider herself a “little” but her
response told him she could be tough as nails when she wanted
to.
    Deciding to answer her email later, Johnathan
turned his attention to Katie’s new blog post. He leaned against
the kitchen counter and began to read. Within a few moments, he
felt his body respond to her post. God, this woman could weave
words to create a picture.
    He loved when she described how she touched
herself. Johnathan could picture the scene in his head - Katie,
naked in bed, writhing under her own hand, squirting and gushing as
she climaxed multiple times. Groaning under his breath, Johnathan
grabbed his cock.
    “Fuck this,” muttered Johnathan.
    Setting the phone aside, he walked down the
hallway to his bedroom, entered the master suite, and closed his
bedroom door. Johnathan quickly stripped. Gripping his shaft, he
began stroking it, thinking of Katie’s words, picturing her in the
throes of an orgasm.
    Johnathan’s hand grazed the bulbous head of
his cock. Closing his eyes, he savored the feeling. Firm, even
strokes quickly brought him to the brink. A small bead of fluid
trickled from the tip. He used the sticky drop to lubricate his
shaft. As his hand moved more easily, Johnathan could feel the
pressure building. He stroked his cock faster and faster.
    “Oh, God damn it!” Johnathan growled into the
empty room as he reached the edge and tipped over. Hot sticky
ejaculate spurted out over his hand. Johnathan milked his body for
a few more moments, catching his breath. He walked into the
bathroom to clean up, smiling and thinking about an email he needed
to send and a comment to write before getting back to work.
     
     
    ***

    Johnathan found himself looking forward to
Katie’s emails each day. They had emailed each other several times
a day over the past few weeks, and he never ran out of questions
for her. Each time an email came through from Katie, Johnathan
smiled. His family made comments about how often that he seemed to
be singing these days – mostly that they wished he would stop.
    So far, Katie had been willing to answer
every question he’d asked of her. Johnathan knew that she lived
just a couple of hours away, what she did for a living, how many
brothers and sisters she had, and that she had a daughter. Every
day he learned something new, and his desire to know more grew each
day.
    Johnathan couldn’t deny he thought of her
every time he jacked-off in the shower. And he couldn’t deny he did
that more often now, too. He still maintained he and Katie were
just friends, but he wouldn’t pretend that her words, through email
and her blog, captivated his imagination. Now, he knew he was about
to do something that could ruin everything, but Johnathan felt
compelled by something he couldn’t name. He needed to hear her
voice.
     
    Katie,
    Hey there! How’s your morning going so far?
Don’t let work get you down, okay? When you’re ready to kill
someone, remember you may have Deja Moo: The feeling that you've
heard this bull before. LOL! Hilarious, right?! Ok, so it’s one of
my cornier jokes, but you need a laugh when it gets tough,
right?
    Glad to hear that you’re getting some time
off from work and motherhood for a couple of days. Enjoy it, OK?
Rest, read, write, eat chocolate, drink wine. And not