The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Jake Furie Lapin
remotely suitable, and it was clear that the majority hadn’t even bothered to read her own profile.
She continued to check her mail throughout the day, and was amazed to find that the messages kept rolling in like clockwork. It seemed that each time she logged in, there were five or ten new emails. One of the messages had the subject heading “Check this out” and an attachment. Out of morbid curiosity, Kelli opened the attachment and was unwillingly rewarded for her efforts with a photo of a man’s naked, erect penis. She was not the slightest bit aroused by the sight of a stranger’s genitalia, but did find it intriguing. She cast a critical, curious eye over the phallus and noted the size and shape. Meh. Kind of crooked. Big enough, I suppose, but who cares? The man who sent it didn’t have a word to say for himself, so she didn’t even bother with a courtesy reply.
She began to feel very bored with the messages she was receiving and decided to browse on her own. Most of the profiles didn’t have photos so she skipped over those. Not really fair , she thought, given the fact that she herself chose not to post many photos, but still. She wanted to know what she was getting into. She couldn’t believe how bad some of the profiles were. Few men bothered to write much about themselves, and the photo selection was even more disappointing. There was the guy who said he was 45, but looked much closer to 65. There were a large number of photos where the man had snapped his own pic with a smart phone, showing a bare chest in the mirror from the neck down. Most were less than impressive. And there were the stoic guys who stared straight into the camera without cracking even a glimmer of a smile; these reminded her of prison mug-shots. She was almost amused. Photos of you and your wife/girlfriend? Really? You and your cat is very disturbing. You in a boat with a beer gut holding up a beer is NOT attractive, uggghhh. Nice cock, wish the rest of you was just as good.
There were a handful of handsome, attractive men, though. She found a few who caught her eye and read their profiles, but nothing really jumped out at her. It was all pretty generic. What am I even looking for? she wondered. What would feel right?
This went on for a day or two, and then it came: midweek. She was nursing a cup of coffee and nibbling on some toast when she opened up her inbox. There was a message from a user she hadn’t seen before: EnjoyLifeNJ. There was black and white photo of a man in a mask, with charcoal effect. She almost hit delete but stopped:
Hello there beautiful
This may come as a surprise to you, but I am writing to you without attaching a cock shot. I couldn’t help but be drawn to what you wrote in describing yourself. You are right in what you said about creating change. I too, am seeking the most out of life. Life is for living. I know that when I was younger I was naturally full of enthusiasm, passion, and adventure. Were you? How do we ever lose that? It doesn’t have to stay lost...I’ve been on a journey over the past few years and I can assure you that all the joy, all the juice, and all the fire in life is still there. We just need to reach out and take it.
I can help you find that again. I’ve learned some incredible lessons, and I’d like the opportunity to share these lessons. I’d like to teach you. You can wake up again...all it takes is the right touch to stir those coals that I sense are smoldering within you.
Will you meet me for a drink? La Dolce Vita in Soho is one of my favorite places to enjoy getting to know someone. How about Friday night?
PS. I enjoyed looking at your beautiful bust and necklace and I hope the rest of you is just as nice.
EnjoyLifeNJ
Kelli was intrigued. There was something in the tone of the message that caught her, hooked her. The juice, the joy, the fire... Yes. That resonated deeply. Until now, she had held back from
She continued to check her mail throughout the day, and was amazed to find that the messages kept rolling in like clockwork. It seemed that each time she logged in, there were five or ten new emails. One of the messages had the subject heading “Check this out” and an attachment. Out of morbid curiosity, Kelli opened the attachment and was unwillingly rewarded for her efforts with a photo of a man’s naked, erect penis. She was not the slightest bit aroused by the sight of a stranger’s genitalia, but did find it intriguing. She cast a critical, curious eye over the phallus and noted the size and shape. Meh. Kind of crooked. Big enough, I suppose, but who cares? The man who sent it didn’t have a word to say for himself, so she didn’t even bother with a courtesy reply.
She began to feel very bored with the messages she was receiving and decided to browse on her own. Most of the profiles didn’t have photos so she skipped over those. Not really fair , she thought, given the fact that she herself chose not to post many photos, but still. She wanted to know what she was getting into. She couldn’t believe how bad some of the profiles were. Few men bothered to write much about themselves, and the photo selection was even more disappointing. There was the guy who said he was 45, but looked much closer to 65. There were a large number of photos where the man had snapped his own pic with a smart phone, showing a bare chest in the mirror from the neck down. Most were less than impressive. And there were the stoic guys who stared straight into the camera without cracking even a glimmer of a smile; these reminded her of prison mug-shots. She was almost amused. Photos of you and your wife/girlfriend? Really? You and your cat is very disturbing. You in a boat with a beer gut holding up a beer is NOT attractive, uggghhh. Nice cock, wish the rest of you was just as good.
There were a handful of handsome, attractive men, though. She found a few who caught her eye and read their profiles, but nothing really jumped out at her. It was all pretty generic. What am I even looking for? she wondered. What would feel right?
This went on for a day or two, and then it came: midweek. She was nursing a cup of coffee and nibbling on some toast when she opened up her inbox. There was a message from a user she hadn’t seen before: EnjoyLifeNJ. There was black and white photo of a man in a mask, with charcoal effect. She almost hit delete but stopped:
Hello there beautiful
This may come as a surprise to you, but I am writing to you without attaching a cock shot. I couldn’t help but be drawn to what you wrote in describing yourself. You are right in what you said about creating change. I too, am seeking the most out of life. Life is for living. I know that when I was younger I was naturally full of enthusiasm, passion, and adventure. Were you? How do we ever lose that? It doesn’t have to stay lost...I’ve been on a journey over the past few years and I can assure you that all the joy, all the juice, and all the fire in life is still there. We just need to reach out and take it.
I can help you find that again. I’ve learned some incredible lessons, and I’d like the opportunity to share these lessons. I’d like to teach you. You can wake up again...all it takes is the right touch to stir those coals that I sense are smoldering within you.
Will you meet me for a drink? La Dolce Vita in Soho is one of my favorite places to enjoy getting to know someone. How about Friday night?
PS. I enjoyed looking at your beautiful bust and necklace and I hope the rest of you is just as nice.
EnjoyLifeNJ
Kelli was intrigued. There was something in the tone of the message that caught her, hooked her. The juice, the joy, the fire... Yes. That resonated deeply. Until now, she had held back from
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