The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) Read Online Free
Author: Jake Furie Lapin
that melding of mind, body and spirit. But how do you put that into words?
Finally she wrote: Someone who knows what it’s like to be with someone, but alone. Someone who wants to explore the limits of connection, in every sense: spiritual, physical, and emotional.
A little cheesy maybe, but it was true.
There was one last section to complete.
What turns you on?
There was a list of bullets that could be selected. Some of them were quite explicit, and Kelli felt a rush of pleasure as she selected a few.
Sensual massage
Giving oral sex
Receiving oral sex
Role play
Dressing up/lingerie
Aggressive / Take Charge Nature
Confidence
Good sense of humor
Fit / Muscular body
Kelli looked at the list... was there anything else? She briefly hesitated, and then added one more:
Light, kinky fun
She remembered how, in the early days of their relationship, she had tried to get Paul to explore, sexually. She had fantasized about having him tie her up and forcefully explore her body with his mouth, so she bought a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Paul had acted somehow offended, and ultimately had refused to use them. The handcuffs ended up gathering dust in a closet for years. Eventually, when they’d moved, Kelli had found them and ended up throwing them away. At that point, she didn’t want to be reminded of the sexual excitement she was missing.
Now for the photos. Kelli opened up a few albums on her computer and selected a range of photos: one with her in a bikini, taken in Maui last year; another from a work conference in London, wearing a tailored suit; and a third photo with her smiling wide, and holding up her favorite drink: a dirty martini with bleu-cheese stuffed olives. That would do for now. She was poised to upload them, but hesitated. Who knew who was out there? What if someone she knew saw her?
On second thought, she decided to upload these photos to the secret photos area of the site. She added one photo that was taken from behind, as she walked along the beach at sunset. It didn’t show her face, but it did show off her long auburn hair, as well as her legs and her shapely ass. Yes, that would do nicely. For her public profile picture she finally chose a photo, cropping it into a body shot that showed her from the neck down in one of her favorite dresses, an emerald-green satin cocktail number. She was wearing her favorite necklace, a white-gold pendant with a sapphire. Yes, that’s nice. Gives them a good taste.
With her profile complete, her finger hovered over the mouse, as she contemplated the “Submit” button on the profile. Was she ready?
What the hell, she thought. It’s not like I actually have to do anything. I’ll just see what happens.
She pressed send, shut down the computer, and went to bed.
The next morning, Kelli eagerly booted up the computer and loaded the website. She had expected to find one or two messages, so she was dumbfounded to see that her inbox contained sixty new emails. Wow , she thought. I’m not alone?
She opened the first one. The subject line read, “Hi.” The body of the email contained one line. The member profile showed that the guy was 6’2” and 280 lbs.
ur sexy. wanna chat?
Kelli winced, and hit “Delete”. The next message had no subject line at all, and read:
Nice legs. If you are up for a hot time and a phat dick, hit me up. Five-oh-five seven two nine, 6 four one.
This did not bode well. As Kelli skimmed through the remainder of the messages, most contained photos; some very explicit, and she quickly weeded most of them out. There were two normal sounding emails, but the photos that the first sender included showed him with a beer gut, black leather jacket, and a scraggly goatee. The second guy didn’t have any profile photos at all, and sounded incredibly dull. Kelli sighed. Maybe this was just a bad idea. None of these people were even
Finally she wrote: Someone who knows what it’s like to be with someone, but alone. Someone who wants to explore the limits of connection, in every sense: spiritual, physical, and emotional.
A little cheesy maybe, but it was true.
There was one last section to complete.
What turns you on?
There was a list of bullets that could be selected. Some of them were quite explicit, and Kelli felt a rush of pleasure as she selected a few.
Sensual massage
Giving oral sex
Receiving oral sex
Role play
Dressing up/lingerie
Aggressive / Take Charge Nature
Confidence
Good sense of humor
Fit / Muscular body
Kelli looked at the list... was there anything else? She briefly hesitated, and then added one more:
Light, kinky fun
She remembered how, in the early days of their relationship, she had tried to get Paul to explore, sexually. She had fantasized about having him tie her up and forcefully explore her body with his mouth, so she bought a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Paul had acted somehow offended, and ultimately had refused to use them. The handcuffs ended up gathering dust in a closet for years. Eventually, when they’d moved, Kelli had found them and ended up throwing them away. At that point, she didn’t want to be reminded of the sexual excitement she was missing.
Now for the photos. Kelli opened up a few albums on her computer and selected a range of photos: one with her in a bikini, taken in Maui last year; another from a work conference in London, wearing a tailored suit; and a third photo with her smiling wide, and holding up her favorite drink: a dirty martini with bleu-cheese stuffed olives. That would do for now. She was poised to upload them, but hesitated. Who knew who was out there? What if someone she knew saw her?
On second thought, she decided to upload these photos to the secret photos area of the site. She added one photo that was taken from behind, as she walked along the beach at sunset. It didn’t show her face, but it did show off her long auburn hair, as well as her legs and her shapely ass. Yes, that would do nicely. For her public profile picture she finally chose a photo, cropping it into a body shot that showed her from the neck down in one of her favorite dresses, an emerald-green satin cocktail number. She was wearing her favorite necklace, a white-gold pendant with a sapphire. Yes, that’s nice. Gives them a good taste.
With her profile complete, her finger hovered over the mouse, as she contemplated the “Submit” button on the profile. Was she ready?
What the hell, she thought. It’s not like I actually have to do anything. I’ll just see what happens.
She pressed send, shut down the computer, and went to bed.
The next morning, Kelli eagerly booted up the computer and loaded the website. She had expected to find one or two messages, so she was dumbfounded to see that her inbox contained sixty new emails. Wow , she thought. I’m not alone?
She opened the first one. The subject line read, “Hi.” The body of the email contained one line. The member profile showed that the guy was 6’2” and 280 lbs.
ur sexy. wanna chat?
Kelli winced, and hit “Delete”. The next message had no subject line at all, and read:
Nice legs. If you are up for a hot time and a phat dick, hit me up. Five-oh-five seven two nine, 6 four one.
This did not bode well. As Kelli skimmed through the remainder of the messages, most contained photos; some very explicit, and she quickly weeded most of them out. There were two normal sounding emails, but the photos that the first sender included showed him with a beer gut, black leather jacket, and a scraggly goatee. The second guy didn’t have any profile photos at all, and sounded incredibly dull. Kelli sighed. Maybe this was just a bad idea. None of these people were even
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