MY FANTASY: chatting with a follower on Twitter turns into a face-to-face encounter.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly tell him what I want.
POOF!
I noticed I had a new follower on my Twitter account.
The screenname of the follower suggested a female, but in the anonymity of the internet, one doesn't really know.
The profile of this follower indicated that 'she' lived in the same city as me, the 6th largest city in my state.
She indicated that she 'liked' the various captioned pictures I had submitted, all of which were depictions of women spanking men.
She sent me a DM:
"So, you like the fantasy of women spanking men?"
"Yes, and the reality, too. I've had 'some' experience in that fashion, and honestly I do enjoy it."
"I enjoy spanking the bottoms of men who enjoy receiving it. So tell me, how do you like yours?"
"In a scenario of, let's say, a mother spanking her grown son, I am required to strip naked and go over her lap, toes on the ground on one side, hands on the ground on the other, and she smacks my bare bottom with gusto and glee... not so much with her hand, as I wouldn't feel it or I'd start laughing...so something much harsher, of her choice, for as long as she chooses, as I would have no option for stopping it during a proper spanking."
"Oooh. Sounds like fun for both...."
Another day:
"So, would you like to get together for coffee or something, sometime?"
"Sure. I am off work and available, blah blah and blah, and I have transportation, so I am open to anywhere, well, preferable within the city we both reside."
She suggested a day, a time, and a coffee shop, and I agreed, saying that I would be easy to recognize, as I am 6'4' with long blonde hair in a ponytail, and I would make a point of wearing a dark blue button down shirt.
On that day at that time, I had just ordered an iced coffee, and was waiting for it, when I turned around and saw a woman smiling at me, who said, simply, "Jay."
And I said, "Lisa."
She nodded. She was 8 inches shorter than me, broad, but not obese, and a few years older than, I reckoned, but I know I'm really bad at that game.
We took our conversation to a table outside far away from anybody and everybody.
She was quick to the point.
"So, you like to be spanked?"
I nodded, "I really do."
"I looked up your videos on S-Tube. You and 'Merry' seem to have quite a connection. What happened to Merry?"
"My wife and I have been going through a bit of a disconnect, so we're undergoing a trial separation, with her living some 30 miles away, while I keep the apartment with our other roommate."
"When is the last time 'she' ... you know?"
"Oh, two and a half months..."
"And you feel the desire, the longing, the yearning...."
"Oh, you bet I do."
"Well...would you like to take this conversation to the privacy of my place?"
"I ... most certainly would."
She gave me her address, which I input into my GPS.
We left the coffee shop, and I arrived at her place a minute or two after her, and we went inside.
To be continued....
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