Addiction

MasterKenz2000

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My name is Mike, age 40. I love to browse porn website and adult social network. Since my wife left me 5 years ago, I decided not to marry again. I love girls, admiring their lovely body but I enjoy punishing and humiliating them.

Browsing through a famous adult dating website, a photo caught my attention. She has a warm smile and voluptuous figure. So I page at her:

Good Morning, I am Mike, an artist. Can I chat with you?
 
I don't really put myself out there. High society had its rules, and very strict ones for women. But to be honest, I'm hooked on porn. Ever since my friend made me watch a light bondage film, I couldn't help but think about how it would feel like if my boyfriend did those things to me. Okay, so I wasn't much into that thing where the girl's breasts were bound until they turned purple and clamps with teeth were used, but the rest certainly turned me on. Maybe not when they stick something up the girl's ass. That was a real downer. Before long, I was looking at videos where girls were beaten up sexually, made to submit by any and all means, brutally fucked by man and machine, and humiliated. Somehow, seeing those films made me so horny that when I finished watching them, I was so sensitive and yearning that even John's mechanical lovemaking was better than usual.

Like the rest of society, my boyfriend was straight-laced, excellent, hardworking and very uptight. No. He couldn't do that for me, and although I never asked, I wish he did.

Laughing at my predicament, my friend posted a picture of me on an adult dating site without my consent. I shouldn't be doing this to John, but then again, who would bite the bullet? It was interesting to see.

It wasn't even up for a day when I got a message. I smiled and typed a message back.

--A chat? Sure.--
 
I knew the rule of the game. Hot girls received dozens of messages as soon as they log in and if I fails to catch her attention, the conversation will go dead. Basically, there are three types of girls here and the only clue for me is the photo she display. If it was a shy and decent one, probably she wants to get some attention or kinky chat without revealing her real identity. If she display a sexy photo, she reveals her desire to hook up even though she had little or no experience in this game. Of course if the girl was semi naked, then she is a regular one that looks for orgy, gang bang or among the swingers.

Since your photo falls in category 2, I had to lead you into the game with lots of teasing and kinky words. I may scared you away if fixing a blind date immediately.

A warm welcome to you. I had not seen you on this site before, are you new? You look so hot and beautiful. What is your name? Are you still a student? You look nothing more than 20 years old.
 
A student? Hah! I always look younger than I really am. I open a new tab to look at your profile and I guess I like what I see. Part of me wants to see where this is going, but another part of me wants to stay away. I should be faithful...though I've always had doubts he had been in our five-year relationship. I've never really felt special when we made love, and we never do the thngs that I like.

So screw him.

--27, actually. ;) and yes, I'm new. Name's Nina, by the way. Thank you for appreciating my photo. You don't look so bad yourself ;) I'm guessing you're a veteran at this, huh?--
 
Veteran? We don't have to be veteran to be here. All you need is the curiosity to explore and discover the secret of your sexual needs and pleasure. We are too shy to tell and always pretend that don't exist but desire for the opposite sex is always there no matter you are single married or divorced. Simple example: if our parents ain't horny, then we would not be here.

Sorry if I had brat too much but welcome aboard. There are lots of nice guys and girls here. Please tell me more about yourself. Are you looking for a relationship or just a date? I am a divorce, what about you?
 
I smile. The friendliness is comforting.

--Just a date. I'm going to be honest with you. Lately I don't feel...loved. It's like my needs or what I want don't matter to my boyfriend. It's not bad right? I mean, to want to feel loved and he isn't giving it to me. I'm not saying this to get sympathy. I just want to you to know so you know what you're getting into if you know...you agree. :) --
 
Ha ha ha ha..... I get you. So you just want a date and some good time together. You are also reminding me that you had a boyfriend and you still want to keep the relationship. That is fine with me.

I love to take you out for dinner on Friday and do you love painting? I want to show you my art work and collection. Leave me your address and I can pick you up at your house if you like.
 
I smile and give you my address.

--Not much of a fan of abstract art, so I hope you do more than that. Otherwise, I think art is great. Pick me up at 7?--
 
Yes, 7 will be fine. We are going to the country club for dinner and do you dance? I am a member of the club and we can chill up a bit before going to my place. See you on Friday.

Your house was about 20 km from my place and I leave very much earlier, making sure that I will be on time. I dressed in grey and putting on my favorite dancing shoe. I climb into my old faithful Cadillac and heading to your home.
 
With my parents always out working, I'm left alone in the mansion. While they have given me my own business, I'm not a workaholic like they are so I'm usually at home alone.

I open the door in a Dior cocktail dress and light make-up.

"Wow." I say looking at you. "You look really good for a forty-year-old." I wink at you teasing. "And right on time too. Shall we?"
 
I open the door for you and help you into the car. "My pleasure" I got into the driver seat and the car roll in silence. "You are so lovely, Nina. Oh what do you do for a living? I bet you must have a lot of boyfriends. Have you dated an older man like me?" I tease back.
 
I smile at you, my fingers tracing the hood of your car. "Thank you. I have my own business, actually. In our family, you're expected to have your own empire by 30." I sigh at the mention of the word boyfriend. "There's only been one, actually. My current one. Sometimes, I think he's just in it for the money and my family's prestige. Sometimes it's hard to tell when people are sincere when you're this high up in the food chain, so no. I haven't dated older men like you. So, you think I'll like the change? Think you can get me into preferring older men like you?"
 
"Hope you don't mind if I say this, you are taking life too serious. Working, get a boyfriend, married, children and getting old. Life is not all about that. Forget about the business you had, forget about how much you could make today, forget about your properties and how much you worth.

Just enjoy tonight with me, enjoy your dance, enjoy your dinner, discover the magic of touch and secret of words, the temptation of falling in love. Life is full of mystery and it is a pleasure to discover them one by one."

We drove by the beach and soon we are there.
 
I take a deep breath. "Alright. For tonight, my life is in your hands."

We get to the Country Club and I smile as you open the door for me. I wrap my arm around yours and smile. "I love to dance. It's what I usually do to get my mind off things." I lead you to the dance floor and wrap my arms around your neck, my skirt fluttering around in the sea breeze. "Show me how you dance."
 
"You are a good dancer already" I whisper into your ears.

I gently hold your waist responding to your arms over my neck. The music was soft and beautiful and it is easy to whisper. I tub closer and rub my face to yours gently. whispering "you dance very often do you? your boyfriend must have pampered you like this"
 
I sigh, frowning. "He took me once. Never again. I--" I look over your shoulder seeing him with another girl at the patio. Kissing. My eyes become glassy and my throat tightens. I know I'm about to cry so I bury my head in you chest. "I knew it..." I hold you tighter my sobs starting.
 
I sense something not right and moving closer, I wrap my arms a little tighter around your waist. "Are you alright dear?" I whisper. My right hand move up your back and gently rest on you smooth skin. "You are so tense and shivering, lets not dance. We go dinner now?" I suggest.

Making the first move, I kiss your forehead and you did not resist.
 
I nod and follow you feeling like a fool. Getting away from the crowd I finally open up to you. "My boyfriend...no. Ex-boyfriend is a jerk. I can't believe I'm going to cry over him! I shouldn't." I shake my head letting anger override my heartbreak. "He was kissing a girl! I saw him, right behind you. I can't believe I'm so stupid..." I sigh. "But you know what? I'm not going to cry over him. I'm going to get my revenge. Can you...pretend to be my boyfriend just for now?"

I dial the number and and talk to him in a sweet voice. "Oh hey, sweetie. How was the kiss?...What do you mean what kiss. The girl you were kissing at the country club!...Oh, please, I just saw you. Anyway, no, I'm not mad. I actually needed that to tell you that I'm breaking up with you. I met this great guy...What? You're not breaking up with me? You don't believe I have a guy? Hold on, a sec." I give the phone to you begging you to play along.
 
Helloo... yes... you hear the lady, didn't you? ..................................... You don't have to explain to me and no, I am not putting her back online for you. I suggest you stay out of this and she is mine now.

I cuts off the line and handed your phone to you. "Am I doing okay?" I wink naughtily at you with a funny smile. Going to the other side of the club, we settle with seafood buffet. I bring in plenty of food and we shared them. Your cell phones rings again. "So what you are going to do about it?"I ask. wondering if you would still answer or ignore it.
 
"Thanks." I smile at you. As heartbroken and angry as I am, part of me feels good. Liberated. As if I've been released from living a lie. I eat in the same plate as you and you find that I'm not one of those girls on a diet.

The phone rings and I roll my eyes, rejecting the call and writing a message on my Facebook page. "Broke up with Matt. The guy was a total jerk. And no, Matt. I'm not getting back together with you."

"How's that?" I ask you showing my feed.
 
"Wow, I like that" I tease and laugh. "This food is good isn't it? Are you ready to leave, we are going to my private art gallery"

We had lobster and crabs, messing up all our fingers. I playfully pick up your left hand and insert your fingers one by one into my mouth, licking it clean. "mmm....... very tasty." I make fun.
 
"Ready to go." I smile at you. I'm ready to get up to wash my hands when you hold them and I gasp surprised at your suddden move. I have to admit, a shiver went down my spine. A very good shiver. I lick my lips and try to compose myself.

"You're a tease, aren't you?" I laugh. "Alright. I really have to wash my hands now. I don't want to get your artwork all messy." I wink and leave to wash my hands before going back to you to see your gallery.
 
"No I am not a teaser. I am just hungry." I laugh too. Getting up to wash my hands.

Soon we are back to my house, a small bungalow where the front entrance leads to my living room and the side entrance was turned into a hall for my work display. I turn on the lights proudly for you to see.

"These are drawn during my junior years" I pointed to those on my left. There are scenery, pictures of family, cities , parks, market place and many others.

Then we came to the inner hall where I kept the expensive masterpiece. This sections has more pictures of animals and human. It was so real. There are few pictures of semi naked women too, posting in such a relaxing manner.

"Well, give some comment, would you? ask anything and you will get an answer." I quote proudly.
 
I smile as I walk through the images. They're really nice and I know that you can easily get patrons with your style and interpretation.

"A comment?" I ask staring at a photo of a human and an animal who look like they were hunting together. "I'd like to buy this one. My office is a little bare. And maybe the revolution painting from your junior years for the meeting room. How much?"
 
"Ah those amateur drawing are not for sale and it won't fetch good money either. Why not we make a deal, if you allow me to paint you semi-naked, I will let you have it for free. Choose any 2 painting and you can have it. You are so adorable and I believe your painting would worth a fortune.

I think it is perfect if you would lie on that couch and loosen your dress a little. "

Confidently I pull the sofa out and adjust the lighting, assuming that you would not reject. " All done, shall we get started?" I ask without hesitation.
 
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