by J. M. Witt
Subject: Jolly Ranchers
FUCK. No! Guess I’ll need to make a run for some more...
TO: [email protected]
8:41 PM
Subject: Re: Jolly Ranchers
Suck. Suck. Suck.
TO: [email protected]
8:44 PM
Subject: Re: Jolly Ranchers
Pineapple. Pineapple. Pineapple...I want Sir...
TO: [email protected]
8:49 PM
Subject: Re: Jolly Ranchers
Pineapple is good to make the taste of cum more pleasing... :)
TO: [email protected]
8:53 PM
Subject: Re: Jolly Ranchers
Yes, and the flavor I’m currently sucking...
And then came another message, dick pic attached, at full staff!
TO: [email protected]
9:04 PM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
That should be with me...in me, on me, over me...
TO: [email protected]
9:08 PM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
Spraying you...
I was in my driveway, dying. Laughing, horny, squirming in my seat. I wanted him so badly.
TO: [email protected]
9:12 PM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
If that’s what Sir wants, that’s what Sir gets...
Sir enjoys torturing me with things I have to wait (impatiently) for.
I waited, and waited, and waited.
TO: [email protected]
11:38 PM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
And now it’s time for sleep...
AGH! What the hell had he been doing for over two hours? Nevermind! I didn’t want to know, not really. I tried focusing on work, but it was difficult to do, especially with songs playing that constantly reminded me of him.
TO: [email protected]
11:40 PM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
Goodnight, Sir. Hope you get some rest.
That ass is mine in a few days! Lol
I went to bed like I’d done for the last several weeks; Gregor on my mind. My dreams were filled with him and my body ached for him. In the morning my phone chimed to alert me of an email. Hiding in bed a little longer, Todd dealing with the kids, I opened it.
TO: [email protected]
8:21 AM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
Had to force myself to sleep/go back to sleep. I don’t sleep a lot but with the sinus issues – it is generally sleep related. Body telling me to slow down and rest.
Yeah...? What do you plan on doing to my ass...? :)
TO: [email protected]
8:22 AM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
You’re the teacher... :) I’m a willing student. But I’ll definitely be smacking it and squeezing it.
Now get some rest...or talk dirty to me...
TO: [email protected]
8:25 AM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
LOL
Making French toast, yard work, work emails, kids have sports... Not a lot in the schedule for rest...
TO: [email protected]
8:28 AM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
Sigh...That sounds delicious. I’ll be right over. Lol. I’ll eat that toast off you...
Have a good day.
Get your work done! I’ll reward you later! Lol.
TO: [email protected]
8:31 AM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
I could poke a hole through the middle of the French toast and serve it hanging...
TO: [email protected]
8:33 AM
Subject: Re: Slightly salty and sweet Maximus
You’re an evil man...I like it and I’d devour it, them, both...
I didn’t hear anything the rest of the day. Per usual, I spent my Sunday preparing for the week and daydreaming of my night away with Sir. Laundry, cleaning, editing, and the kids filled my day. Later that evening as Todd put the kids to bed, I emailed Gregor once more.
TO: [email protected]
8:43 PM
Subject: Sore ass...
Sigh...I miss sitting on a sore ass...
You know this is your fault. I need to be manhandled... :)
TO: [email protected]
8:47 PM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
I will let you know if she sends me out for something forgotten and try to restore that feeling appropriately.
Of course I know...
Ugh. We both knew that given the hour, it wasn’t likely to happen.
TO: [email protected]
8:50 PM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
Grumbles, legs clenched, deep breaths, focus on work. DAMMIT!
Putting on my headphones, I focused on work. A couple hours later he sent his goodnight email.
TO: [email protected]
11:09 PM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
How’s work going? I will be heading to bed shortly. Need the rest. TTYT.
Hope you find something soon to quell the never ending moistness.
TO: [email protected]
11:13 PM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
It’s going.
Any requests for drinks, snacks, or otherwise that I can bring?
I don’t know that my moistness will ever be quelled, just momentarily satiated...
Talk soon.
Chapter Eighteen
HYPNOTIC
TO: [email protected]
7:13 AM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
Special requests for snacks...? Only one thing I will be thinking about eating...
And that’s one way to start your Monday! Thinking about him going down on me was one way to make sure I’d be horny all day long. I was still half asleep when I responded to his email.
TO: [email protected]
7:21 AM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
I woke to thoughts of our night to come consuming me. I look forward to being your late night meal. To stretch out naked next to you while we indulge in one another...sigh.
I ache...
I look forward to giving you a full body massage somewhere in the mix.
I’m not fully awake. Stop muddling my brain so early in the morning!
TO: [email protected]
7:23 AM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
Wake up faster...
TO: [email protected]
7:26 AM
Subject: Re: Sore ass...
Little hard to do when I’m dreaming of being under the covers with you... :)
Putting my phone down, I got up and got dressed. I had to get the kids to school and then I was headed to the gym. And, because I could never let sleeping dogs lie, I emailed him before walking into the gym while sitting in my car.
TO: [email protected]
9:19 AM
Subject: Gym time.
I’ll be imagining a sore ass today in class...
I wasn’t expecting his immediate response.
TO: [email protected]
9:20 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
I could give you one prior...
Asshat! No he couldn’t!
TO: [email protected]
9:22 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Better hurry. Class starts in less than 10 mins. Lol.
TO: [email protected]
9:23 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Damn – guess you will just have to imagine it...
&nbs
p; TO: [email protected]
9:25 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Maybe tomorrow...
I walked into the gym, emails still coming through.
TO: [email protected]
9:27 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
You going to play the nurse and see me before my appt..?
TO: [email protected]
9:29 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Lol...depends on time. I can always play nurse after, too.
Putting my phone on silent, I jumped on my bike. An email awaited me when class was over. We emailed the whole drive home, me using my talk to text feature.
TO: [email protected]
10:11 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Lol
TO: [email protected]
10:35 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
I could have you turn your head and cough! Lol
TO: [email protected]
10:43 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
You going to give me a prostate exam/massage in the process...?
TO: [email protected]
10:51 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Guess you’ll have to find out...
TO: [email protected]
10:53 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Interestingly, ‘kiss my ass’ to your response has a completely different meaning...
TO: [email protected]
10:51 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Bend over! I’ll bite it, too.
TO: [email protected]
10:51 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Do you lick and kiss with your teeth...?
TO: [email protected]
10:53 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
Lol. Sometimes...you should know that!
Bite, lick, suck, kiss...
Drip, drip, drip...
TO: [email protected]
10:58 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
I can’t hide marks as well as you. Especially for bite marks...lol
I decided to keep him waiting and jumped in the shower.
TO: [email protected]
11:36 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
I don’t have to bite that hard...lol. Though the thought of marking you is a turn on. But I’ll behave... You just have to keep me in line...
I was editing when another email came in. Immediately, I was groaning in approval to his demand.
TO: [email protected]
11:58 AM
Subject: Re: Gym time.
We will work something out for tomorrow. Better get your orgasms in today – tomorrow is 3 days prior and thus you will be refraining...
Headed to my dentist appt. May have to employ boner suppression techniques with all the thoughts swirling around my head...
I headed up to the school. PTA duties awaited me. When I pulled in to the school parking lot, I sent one last email.
TO: [email protected]
1:16 PM
Subject: I wonder...
How’s the boner suppression going?
Does Sir have a preference between lace, cotton, satin...or he doesn’t care because it’s just going to end up on the floor regardless?
I spotted Judith’s massive SUV and cringed. Taking a few deep breaths, I headed into the school. She must’ve been in one of the classrooms because I didn’t see her. Busying myself with the tasks at hand, I got more done than I expected.
Sitting down, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I had a few minutes before classes were dismissed. Just when I thought no email awaited, my phone pinged. He’d just emailed.
TO: [email protected]
3:51 PM
Subject: Re: I wonder...
The hygienist was much more approving today. She told me I had an overactive tongue...is that code? Or does she know...? :) Lol
I haven’t really thought about it prior. Let me consider.
I knew I didn’t have time to respond fully, so it’d have to wait, but not before I sent a quick response.
TO: [email protected]
3:56 PM
Subject: Re: I wonder...
OMG. I’m laughing my face off. Oral fixation, too, huh? Snort, giggle...
I’ll look forward to your answer since I have a bit of everything.
Still laughing, I walked out of the office the PTA had allocated as theirs, and walked right into him. My phone fell from my hands at the force we hit one another. Clearly I wasn’t the only one distracted.
His strong hands steadied me before releasing me. My skin burned with desire for him and I could feel the flush already creeping up my face. The way he smiled at me made me nervous, like a giddy teenager. I couldn’t stand to look at it for too long, knowing it could make me lose all sense. His smile confessed that he knew my secrets and desires and that he was going to use them to his advantage.
He bent over and picked up my phone before handing it back to me. Tilting his head at me, his deep voice startled me, “You ok?”
Smiling nervously, I lied, “I’m fine. You?” I looked around, anxious about anyone who might see us talking.
“Relax. We’re just two parents talking about our kids.” His voice was calm and collected when I was a jittery mess. I felt like you could tell just by looking at me that I was melting into a puddle right there in front of him.
Then he took a step back from me, since we were practically embracing one another. I let out a breath and nodded my head.
A father I recognized walked our way and stretched his hand out to Gregor. “Hey William.”
Will? What the hell? I missed the rest of their exchange as I racked my brain. I know he told me his name was Gregor. There was never a mention to Will or William. Gregor observed me and could tell I was growing agitated. Dismissing him, the other father scurried away as the school bell rang. Soon kids were swarming the halls, oblivious to us.
“I need to get my kids. I’ll email you.”
Oh, hell no. He wasn’t getting off that easy. “Gregor, wait!” His eyes smiled at me. He knew exactly what was coming.
“Yes?”
“I’m confused. Is your name Gregor or William?” I tried calming the anger in my voice, but he caught it.
I was pursing my lips at him when he pulled me back into my office and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
“It’s my middle name. The name I’ve gone by my entire life, the name I prefer.”
Confused, I asked, “William or Gregor?”
Grinning, “Gregor. William is on all my legal documents, et cetera. So some people still call me William.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. I was annoyed. “So, what the hell am I supposed to call you in public?”
Smirking, he replied, “Sir works just fine.”
I exhaled a chuckle and shook my head at him. “I’m sure that’d go over really well. Seriously, I have Gregor programmed in my head and now to find out it’s not what everyone calls you.” His eyes scanned my face like it was no big deal, making it hard to be annoyed with him. “You’re making this difficult on me!”
“Difficult looks good on you.” He pulled me close and shut me up with his kiss. Before I could even register what he’d just done, he was out of the room and vanished down the hall of kids.
“MOTHERF...”
“Mom! We’re ready!”
Immediately I was back in mom mode as my kids swarmed around me. “Perfect! Let’s get out of here!”
I couldn’t stop thinking about the name issue. As I sat at my desk that night it was still at the forefront of my thoughts. I mean, I guess it wasn’t really an issue. He’d given me the name he preferred to be called from the beginning. Of course, this begged the question if he did know who I was from the sta
rt of things. Gregor would be safer to tell me because he was probably listed in the parent registry as William. I couldn’t resist. I pulled out the school directory and found no Gregors listed as parents, but there were several William’s.
AGH!
It was pointless. It was just a name. But that over thinking bitch in the back of my head kept nagging me. ‘But what if there’s more?’
More what? I clearly knew there was more, what this was, and what I’d gotten myself into. He was just someone I borrowed on occasion, just as he borrowed me. What did his name matter? And just like the song, Hypnotic by Zella Day, he had me, and I wasn’t about to walk away. Name or not.
No emails had been exchanged since I got his earlier response. Maybe he was waiting on me to reply. I decided that the name thing didn’t bother me and I wasn’t going to bring it up again. And the truth was, I’d call him anything he wanted me to; except Todd.
Looking over his last email, I started my response.
TO: [email protected]
8:16 PM
Subject: I wonder...
I’m surprised no other woman has asked this before. Bad subs! You’re supposed to want to please your Sir in ALL manners! :)
TO: [email protected]
8:21 PM
Subject: Re: I wonder...
I don’t think I leave them on long enough to appreciate. I do like the feel of satin and the shimmer. If I am going to be slowly grinded on with them on – satin is definitely the way to go.
Why did I insist on playing this game with him? I’d never win. Editing was calling to me, but writing won out. A while later, I yawned and realized the house was quiet and it was after eleven p.m. No email. Well, I was going to send one anyway.
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