execsearch
Virgin
- Joined
- Apr 19, 2005
- Posts
- 5
About me: I'm a own a business consulting firm in Atlanta GA; I'm very creative, well read, physically very fit. I'm 6'2", 195, dark brown eyes, muscular body, shaved head....I'm a swimmer, and runner.
About you: You are intelligent, smart, funny, and confident. You're very physically attractive and sexy, but perhaps not in a conventional way. You have a side that few, if any, have ever seen -- you crave being controlled sexually. Now, maybe you experienced that, or maybe it is something that you know you want so far have not experienced, but in either case the desire is there, and it is intense.
About "us": I picture you working for me, in my office. We don't have some fictional thunderbolt moment of chemistry, but there IS something...something neither of us can quite put our fingers on...between us.
You might be dating, engaged, married. Doesn't matter. You may have a lot of sex, or very little. In either case you have an very bad itch that is not being scratched
I don't flirt with you. You don't flirt with me.
I notice that you take a break every now and then and talk online...on aol perhaps (You don't realize that I have noticed this). You have created an alter ego screen name that you use to play and explore, and lately you're talking online using that screen name more and more.
You leave your desk on day for a few minutes and I stop by while you are gone, and I see that you are still logged in. I also see an instant message pop from what is clearly a naughty online friend, and I see that you are in a discussion room about BDSM. Hmmmmm. I make a note of your screen name and leave.
Later that week: I am at home working late when I decide to take a break. I look at my notepad and see where I had written down your screen name, and I decided to see if you're online. I log into my aol account under my "play" name (executive6969) and do a search for you. You are online allright, and in another BDSM room.
I send you an instant message, and you respond, not knowing that it is me you are talking to.
The seduction is slow and delicious. We talk online that night for over hours, and when you have logged off you are incredibly aroused...your mind reeling, pussy aching, nipples hard. Despite how aroused and horny you are, you masturbate that night long and slow, reliving the things we talked about, picturing yourself being controlled by me, being my fuck toy, my slut. You orgasms are intense, way beyond what you normally experience when you touch yourself, and you fall soundly asleep, almost as if you have just been fucked.
The next day: Despite my desire to do so, I resist the temptation to log on until mid afternoon. You message me first, eager to talk.
I want to test you...see how honest you are. I ask how you have dressed that day, and you tell me. While you are typing a steal away from my desk and walk by yours. I see you minimize your aol window and shift gears back to work. I also see that you have told me in perfect detail how you are actually dressed, not some made up outfit ("short skirt, sheer blouse, thigh high, blah blah blah") that's not really you. You are for real. Honest. Revealing yourself to me as I, literally, watch.
Our conversation that day is searing, intense, very naughty. You log off when it is time to leave and I make a point of being near your desk just after that. I say goodbye as you are leaving, and I notice that you are flushed. I'm not sure, but I think your legs look a bit unsteady.
Next: There is more to come, but I would like you to email me or post if you can picture yourself in this scenario with me. Yes -- that really IS my aol screen name.
About you: You are intelligent, smart, funny, and confident. You're very physically attractive and sexy, but perhaps not in a conventional way. You have a side that few, if any, have ever seen -- you crave being controlled sexually. Now, maybe you experienced that, or maybe it is something that you know you want so far have not experienced, but in either case the desire is there, and it is intense.
About "us": I picture you working for me, in my office. We don't have some fictional thunderbolt moment of chemistry, but there IS something...something neither of us can quite put our fingers on...between us.
You might be dating, engaged, married. Doesn't matter. You may have a lot of sex, or very little. In either case you have an very bad itch that is not being scratched
I don't flirt with you. You don't flirt with me.
I notice that you take a break every now and then and talk online...on aol perhaps (You don't realize that I have noticed this). You have created an alter ego screen name that you use to play and explore, and lately you're talking online using that screen name more and more.
You leave your desk on day for a few minutes and I stop by while you are gone, and I see that you are still logged in. I also see an instant message pop from what is clearly a naughty online friend, and I see that you are in a discussion room about BDSM. Hmmmmm. I make a note of your screen name and leave.
Later that week: I am at home working late when I decide to take a break. I look at my notepad and see where I had written down your screen name, and I decided to see if you're online. I log into my aol account under my "play" name (executive6969) and do a search for you. You are online allright, and in another BDSM room.
I send you an instant message, and you respond, not knowing that it is me you are talking to.
The seduction is slow and delicious. We talk online that night for over hours, and when you have logged off you are incredibly aroused...your mind reeling, pussy aching, nipples hard. Despite how aroused and horny you are, you masturbate that night long and slow, reliving the things we talked about, picturing yourself being controlled by me, being my fuck toy, my slut. You orgasms are intense, way beyond what you normally experience when you touch yourself, and you fall soundly asleep, almost as if you have just been fucked.
The next day: Despite my desire to do so, I resist the temptation to log on until mid afternoon. You message me first, eager to talk.
I want to test you...see how honest you are. I ask how you have dressed that day, and you tell me. While you are typing a steal away from my desk and walk by yours. I see you minimize your aol window and shift gears back to work. I also see that you have told me in perfect detail how you are actually dressed, not some made up outfit ("short skirt, sheer blouse, thigh high, blah blah blah") that's not really you. You are for real. Honest. Revealing yourself to me as I, literally, watch.
Our conversation that day is searing, intense, very naughty. You log off when it is time to leave and I make a point of being near your desk just after that. I say goodbye as you are leaving, and I notice that you are flushed. I'm not sure, but I think your legs look a bit unsteady.
Next: There is more to come, but I would like you to email me or post if you can picture yourself in this scenario with me. Yes -- that really IS my aol screen name.
