The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jake Furie Lapin
communicating with anyone on the site, but this email called out for a response.
Hesitantly, feeling a thrill in her stomach, she clicked the reply button and began writing.
EnjoyLifeNJ ---
May I see your secret pics?
K.
Moments later, the reply came.
Dear K,
Here I reread your profile and thought you were into chemistry and passion. I spent quite some time writing to you in hopes we can have a conversation. If you believe that sex is more mental than physical; if you want to respect my discretion as I haven’t asked for your secret pics; if you truly believe that you can find the spark again, and not just have a one-night stand, then please tell me about yourself. If you want to just look for any hot guy and hope he doesn’t use you, then please pass on….
J
Kelli was impressed. Wow. That was direct and different. Ok, he is right. She responded:
J,
You’re right; it did use to feel different. I feel like I’ve been lost at sea for a long time. The idea of recovering some sense of passion and adventure is very appealing to me.
Tell me a little more about this journey. How did it begin?
K.
The reply came within minutes.
K,
My journey began when I realized that life is too precious and too beautiful to spend being unhappy. So I stopped being unhappy. I started taking what I want.
You can stop being unhappy too. There are ways to be more alive than you’ve ever been.
Meet me at La Dolce Vita. No pressure, no strings. I would like to offer you your first lesson, that’s all. They have a great, lively, happy hour crowd on Thursday nights. Great mixer, great music, and a nice place to unwind.
J.
Kelli was torn. After thinking for a moment or two, she wrote:
You aren’t some sort of kinky pervert, are you?
The reply was almost immediate:
Kinky is a relative word, and without knowing what your sexual tastes are, I cannot say. What seems kinky the first time may be incredibly enjoyable the next.
J.
Meeting someone was obviously the next step in this process, but it meant that she was really serious about pursuing an affair. She decided not to reply right away. Better to think about it for a day or two.
Over the next 48 hours, Kelli kept playing out scenarios in her mind. In one version of events, she met up with this man and it ended in complete disaster. Paul would find out, the girls would never forgive her… her marriage and life as she knew it would be turned upside down and ruined. But in a second version, the one she kept returning to, it was very different. In this fantasy, she met EnjoyLifeNJ -- whatever his real name may be -- and embarked on a passionate, intense, satisfying affair. She imagined where they would meet...at hotels? His place? Certainly not hers. But in any case, he would gather her up and touch her, all over her body, fill her up. She felt a thrill of pleasure run between her legs at the thought. She needed satisfaction; her sexual frustration was becoming unbearable. The emptiness inside of her needed to experience raw masculinity, overpowering her, thrusting into her.
Eventually, the fantasy overcame her, and she found herself back in front of the computer, looking at her online profile.
Dear EnjoyLifeNJ,
I am intrigued with the idea of this lesson you offer to teach me. I need a teacher like that.
I would like to meet. First though, could you tell me your real name?
K.
PS. I’ve allowed you to have access to my secret pics. I think you’ll like what you see…let me know.
Kelli pressed send and waited. And waited. Four hours later, she was checking from her office at work in between client sessions. Still, no reply. Kelli was a little bit horrified at how obsessed she was becoming. Initially she had checked her mail every half an hour, but now she was checking at every possible opportunity. C’mon , she thought. I made
Hesitantly, feeling a thrill in her stomach, she clicked the reply button and began writing.
EnjoyLifeNJ ---
May I see your secret pics?
K.
Moments later, the reply came.
Dear K,
Here I reread your profile and thought you were into chemistry and passion. I spent quite some time writing to you in hopes we can have a conversation. If you believe that sex is more mental than physical; if you want to respect my discretion as I haven’t asked for your secret pics; if you truly believe that you can find the spark again, and not just have a one-night stand, then please tell me about yourself. If you want to just look for any hot guy and hope he doesn’t use you, then please pass on….
J
Kelli was impressed. Wow. That was direct and different. Ok, he is right. She responded:
J,
You’re right; it did use to feel different. I feel like I’ve been lost at sea for a long time. The idea of recovering some sense of passion and adventure is very appealing to me.
Tell me a little more about this journey. How did it begin?
K.
The reply came within minutes.
K,
My journey began when I realized that life is too precious and too beautiful to spend being unhappy. So I stopped being unhappy. I started taking what I want.
You can stop being unhappy too. There are ways to be more alive than you’ve ever been.
Meet me at La Dolce Vita. No pressure, no strings. I would like to offer you your first lesson, that’s all. They have a great, lively, happy hour crowd on Thursday nights. Great mixer, great music, and a nice place to unwind.
J.
Kelli was torn. After thinking for a moment or two, she wrote:
You aren’t some sort of kinky pervert, are you?
The reply was almost immediate:
Kinky is a relative word, and without knowing what your sexual tastes are, I cannot say. What seems kinky the first time may be incredibly enjoyable the next.
J.
Meeting someone was obviously the next step in this process, but it meant that she was really serious about pursuing an affair. She decided not to reply right away. Better to think about it for a day or two.
Over the next 48 hours, Kelli kept playing out scenarios in her mind. In one version of events, she met up with this man and it ended in complete disaster. Paul would find out, the girls would never forgive her… her marriage and life as she knew it would be turned upside down and ruined. But in a second version, the one she kept returning to, it was very different. In this fantasy, she met EnjoyLifeNJ -- whatever his real name may be -- and embarked on a passionate, intense, satisfying affair. She imagined where they would meet...at hotels? His place? Certainly not hers. But in any case, he would gather her up and touch her, all over her body, fill her up. She felt a thrill of pleasure run between her legs at the thought. She needed satisfaction; her sexual frustration was becoming unbearable. The emptiness inside of her needed to experience raw masculinity, overpowering her, thrusting into her.
Eventually, the fantasy overcame her, and she found herself back in front of the computer, looking at her online profile.
Dear EnjoyLifeNJ,
I am intrigued with the idea of this lesson you offer to teach me. I need a teacher like that.
I would like to meet. First though, could you tell me your real name?
K.
PS. I’ve allowed you to have access to my secret pics. I think you’ll like what you see…let me know.
Kelli pressed send and waited. And waited. Four hours later, she was checking from her office at work in between client sessions. Still, no reply. Kelli was a little bit horrified at how obsessed she was becoming. Initially she had checked her mail every half an hour, but now she was checking at every possible opportunity. C’mon , she thought. I made
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