No Ordinary Love Story: Sequel to The Diary of a Submissive Read Online Free

email in case anyone in our open-plan office could read it over my shoulder.
    He then sent me a separate message, asking me if I’d liked the story. I told him that I hadn’t read it properly yet, but had been given a bit of a shock getting it out of the blue while in the office. His response suggested I should potentially be worried about his interest in embarrassing me.
            
Adam says: Did it make you blush?
    I felt my lips twitch into a smile even while I still felt the warmth on my cheeks. As if I was going to tell him that.
            
Sophie says: Knob.
    OK, maybe in hindsight I actually had just told him that …
    After what felt like the longest afternoon in the world I finally got home from work and read his story. It was incredible. The scenario was hot and it was really well written (I know that shouldn’t be a major factor, but trust me, for me it was). By the time I got to the end my hand had slipped inside my knickers.
    Interestingly, he’d focused a lot on the female sub’s point of view, exploring her thoughts. Mostly that was the kind of erotica I enjoyed anyway, but over and above thatI found his choice of style interesting – his insights into the shifts of fear and excitement, and his understanding and explanation of her mindset showed he was clearly very perceptive, and that made me more intrigued at the kind of dominant he might be, how he would control me. It also, of course, made me think about how easily he might be able to understand and respond to my own reactions if we did anything together. He was definitely clever.
    After I’d finished reading I logged in to Messenger and sent him a message.
            
Sophie says: I’ve finally had some privacy to read it, and just wanted to say thanks so much for the story. It was amazing. No one’s ever written anything like that for me before (possibly the occupational hazard of being a writer by trade).
            
Adam says: You’re very welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did it make you wet?
    My fingers stilled over the keys. Of course it had made me wet. We both knew that. Why was typing out that it had so difficult? This really didn’t bode well for challenges in person.
            
Sophie says: Yes it did.
            
Adam says: Good.
    From that point our chats on Messenger shifted a little further along the axis of smut. He didn’t make demands or act like some kind of überdom, but he made oh-so-politerequests that I found increasingly difficult to turn down – and while I mentally cursed the need to please so inherent in my personality, I knew it was more than that. Increasingly, I wanted to please
him
.
    I wrote him a story too, channelling a lot of the thoughts I had lying in bed at night about the kind of things we could get up to together. He sent me a message saying how much he enjoyed it and how hard it had made him, both of which made me feel butterflies. Then he suggested some things we could also do in the scenario I’d sketched out and suddenly we were having creative, filthy chat.
    It was huge amounts of fun. Nothing was off limits, and – in part because of Adam’s easy-going openness and in part because our friendship was relatively new and thus it didn’t feel like a huge risk to say something rude that might disturb him forever – we could talk about anything: fantasies, limits and the like. It was a new level of communication for me and it was really lovely and liberating. It was often illuminating too, for example when it became apparent that we were both quite laid-back in our attitudes about D/s.
            
Adam says: I find this whole rigmarole of being called Master or Sir a bit embarrassing really. You shouldn’t need to call me a special name to show me respect in that context.
    Before I’d even begun typing a reply, a second comment pinged in.
            
Adam says: I love D/s and the whole dynamic, but I’m not the sort of guy that wants to live it