I Know What's Real: A Contemporary Online Romance

by Maggie Kane

  Alec

  I sit back and spin in my office chair, trying to think of what to say next. This is my favorite part of email- I can think before I reply. So many times in live conversations, I find myself at a loss for words and think of the perfect comeback three hours later.

  I stare at the screen, grinning like an idiot. “He likes it, he likes it,” plays through my head like the cereal commercial. I love the delicious feeling of my heart beating fast and that schoolgirl excitement of a cute boy smiling at her. It all feels so real.

  Unfortunately, what is real at the moment is that it is time to start work. Reluctantly, I log into my work computer while most of my mind is occupied forming a reply to Alec. I send my daily check-in email first.

  Good morning, Alec,

  I trust you were happy with what I sent you yesterday. I know you must find things hard with all the extra content to review. It seems like you have everything well in hand.

  I’m working on the catalog update today. Here is tip #2. This is your last freebie and I’m only sharing because it is in my best interest. Check in with Donna Neal in finance. She’s supposed to send in the weekly report for us to format and summarize. She is notoriously late, and Larry always has to ride her to get what we need. If you don’t remind her, I’ll be here until 7:00 on Friday evening trying to get it done. I have far better ways to spend my Friday evening.

  K

  I half-heartedly start in on updating the descriptions in the catalog when my personal email chimes. I glance up to see something from Alec followed by another alert from my work email, also from Alec. I check the work email first. I am on the clock after all.

  Your faith in my abilities is truly reassuring. Yes, I have things firmly in my grip and am pleased to report that your efforts yesterday bore very satisfying results.

  It is bad business to give things away for free, but I do see your motivation. I have reached out to Donna, as I have little interest in riding her. I have far more intriguing diversions at the moment.

  I certainly hope you’ll have better things to be doing this Friday.

  Alec

  That surge of excitement rolls through me again and I quickly open the message in my personal account.

  You have a way with words. I definitely had something hard in my hand last night. Do you know I read your story twice, stroking myself, thinking of you? Crazy- I know. I wanted to be buried inside you. Wanted to feel how hot and wet you get. I would have had you begging for more.

  Don’t stop, Kinsey. Give me more.

  Alec

  Wow. Now this feels like a whole different ballgame. Should I play? I deliberate for about a nanosecond before deciding.

  Chapter 6

  I impatiently wait for Kinsey’s reply. I just upped the ante, and I want to know if she’s in. My gut, which has always served me well, tells me that she’ll play. A girl doesn’t write a story like she did last night if she isn’t looking for some spice in her life. I’m ready to give her all she can handle.

  I enjoy a small thrill when her email pops up on my tablet. I open it, probably too eagerly, but don’t pause to psychoanalyze my feelings. I’m enjoying the rush of playing with this very tantalizing woman.

  I don’t know what I find more exciting- the fact that you liked the story or the thought of you stroking yourself while you read it. I would have loved to see that. Watching you, stroking your hard cock until you came to me and slid with a firm stroke deep inside me. Feel me tight and hot around you. Would you kiss me then? Would you suck my nipples? Would you grab my hips and pound into me?

  Tell me, Alec, what would you do?

  Holy fuck. Well, I guess she’s in. My cock twitches at her words as I envision her, watching me and then lying back, opening herself to me. Erotic scenes of her under me as I slide into her tumble through my head.

  Daydreams full of vague shadows with intense impressions of heat, passion, and hunger distract me until I realize I have a meeting in five minutes. I grab my tablet as I head out the door. The meeting room is slowing filling with people. I shake hands and try to remember names. I want to immerse myself in that shadow world with Kinsey, but I close the door on it for now. It is back to business.

  My resolve lasts about 30 minutes. The discussion has derailed onto an issue that has no impact on anything. My mind wanders, and I glance around the table. A discreet sidebar conversation has broken out at the other end. Most people are checking their emails on tablets and phones. Only about four people in the room are engaged in the conversation. My meetings will not run like this, but since this isn’t my meeting and I am only observing at the moment, I pull up my email. This way, I can at least keep up the appearance that I am working.

  I would enjoy the glorious sight of you lying beneath me. My mouth would find yours and you would know the heat of my kiss, the taste of my tongue. I would explore you with my lips. Find the spots that make you gasp and clench hard around me. I would lick and suck your nipples, each in turn. I would bite gently, listening for your moan. I would enjoy the heat of you wrapped around me.

  But just pound into you? No. I am not a teenager on prom night. I am a man who knows how to please a woman. Pleasure is best savored and enjoyed. You’ll get the pounding you want. Soon enough, you’ll be begging for it.

  I send it and try to not look like the cat that ate the canary. I’m supposed to be working, serious work with serious people. I’m not supposed to be having cybersex with the company’s content writer. I pull my mind back to the meeting that appears to be righting itself and getting back to the agenda. Numbers and projections occupy my mind until we finally emerge hours later. I glance at my tablet to see that I have a reply from Kinsey. I decline a lunch offer, saying that I need to follow up on something. I close the door to my temporary office behind me and kick back behind my desk to read the next round.

  I like a strong man who knows how to give as well as receive. Can you lie back and let me take charge? Let me straddle your hips and trace my hands and mouth over your chest. Guide your hands to my breasts to pinch my nipples until my head falls back with the pleasurable pain. Lift my hips and settle on your hard cock while I stroke my clit. Look into your eyes as I cum riding your cock. Can you do that as well as make me beg? Will you let me fly as often as you bring me to my knees?

  I let out a low whistle. This woman knows what she is about. I shift in my chair, uncomfortably hard in my slacks. I have to resist the temptation to reach under my desk and take care of it. It wouldn’t do to be jerking off in my office my first week on the job.

  I realize that I’m getting caught up in this whole thing. My rational side is telling me to slow down, maintain some detachment. It’s too late for that. I’m consumed with desire for this woman. She has me fascinated. She’s intelligent, confident, and incredibly sensual. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like her. I remind myself that I haven’t actually ‘met’ her at all. Not in the mood for a reality check, I squash my cautionary inner voice. Then, I do what I never do- plunge headfirst into something without thinking about the outcome. Not good business, but sometimes in life, you just have to take a chance.

  Chapter 7

  It feels like forever since I sent that last email. I know he is working and remind myself that I’m supposed to be doing that as well. I can’t seem to make too much progress with part descriptions today. I constantly refresh both my emails but no reply yet from Alec.

  I roll my eyes, disgusted with myself. You would think that I am back in 6th grade and just sent a note to Justin McIvers asking if he liked me. I remember waiting for his reply and trying to take a math test. I had kept sneaking glances at him, so distracted I had failed the test. However, Justin checked the ‘yes’ box and asked if I wanted to go to the movies. As I tucked that precious note into my pushup bra, everything had been perfect in my world. At least until I got grounded for my C in math and couldn’t go to the movies with Justin. He had taken Sarah Conley instead, and I had ripped that piece of
paper into a hundred little pieces. Taking that lesson to heart, I reapply my mind to the catalog entries, determined not to repeat the same mistake twice. Never let a man distract you from your goals.

  That doesn’t stop me from feeling ridiculously giddy when my email chimes an hour later. I am already humming with excitement when I immediately drop what I am doing and click on the message.

  My dear, the sight, the sound, the feel of you riding me to climax would be something I would welcome. I enjoy a woman who knows her mind, body, and desires. I have no need to always be in control. However, if I tell you to get on your knees and open your mouth, I trust you would comply.

  The thought of your delicious mouth around me as I feed you my hard dick is making me crazy. Looking down and watching you take me deep as I thrust into your mouth with my hands buried in your hair is an erotic vision that plays like a loop in my head.

  I’m not satisfied with that one, single scene. I want more of you filling my mind. Lie back, open yourself to me. I lock my eyes with yours as I lower myself slowly between your legs. I drop my head and plant kisses on that sensitive spot on your inner thigh, working slowly to that sweet pussy waiting, quivering, dripping with need. I tease with whisper-soft brushes of my lips and tongue. You rock toward me, your body begging for more, begging for pleasure.

  Then yes, Kinsey, I will make you fly.

  Oh, my. I rock back in my chair after reading the short note a couple of times. My breath is coming fast and shallow and my heart is beating a fast tempo that I feel down to my toes. I feel the wetness between my legs. A mere three paragraphs have me panting like a bitch in heat.

  I reply instantly, caught up in the moment and not caring anymore about being clever or coy. Lust charges through my body and my fingers tap out the words that come more from my throbbing core rather than my mind.

  Yes, please, Alec. Please, more. I want to feel your mouth on me. Touch me, please.

  I send it and instantly wish I could pull it back. I had replied from my gut, and there hadn’t been much to it. I wonder what he will think. This is driving me crazy, in more ways than one. I decide to drag Max to the park and take a break. This is getting out of control.

  We aren’t gone long, partly due to Max’s unusually high reluctance to participate and my edginess wondering if Alec replied. Still, as I slide back behind the desk, I feel like I have a grip on my emotions and libido.

  It lasts about 3 seconds.

  Yes, that’s it, Kinsey. Tell me what you need. My mouth is on you, hot and insistent. Your taste is intoxicating. I delve deeper, finding your hot wetness waiting for me. I slide my tongue inside you. Your hips arch against me, trying for more. I lap and suck, drunk on your excitement before I switch my attention to your throbbing clit. Your hiss of pleasure is sweet music in my ears as I draw my tongue firmly over your sensitive nub. Over and over I lavish my tongue across that spot that has you moaning and trembling underneath me. Your hands pull me firmly toward you as your hips set a rhythm, driven by a longing older than time. I stay with you, hungry for your climax. You’re climbing ever higher and the energy swirls around us until it bursts from you in great waves of pleasure. You scream my name as you buck and quake under me. I devour you lost in power of the moment.

  Oh. My. God. I stare at the words. I squirm in my seat and without conscious thought, my hand slides between my legs. Liquid heat coats my fingers as they work my swollen, throbbing clit. I let the images cascade through my mind and the climax crashes through me. My back arches and I can’t bite back the cry that escapes as my body spasms with pleasure. When it passes, I slump forward on my desk and rest my forehead on the cool surface.

  Still caught in the dreaming of the moment, I lick my fingers clean, imagining him watching me. With a fuzzy, post-orgasmic haze flooding my brain, I set my fingers on the keys and let the roiling excitement guide them.

  Did you hear me scream? I just licked my fingers clean so I could reply to you.

  I want you inside me. Fuck me now, Alec.

  I hit send and don’t even attempt to go back to work. It’s like I’m suspended in time, lost in desire and lust. I stare at the screen and wait.

  Chapter 8

  Fuck me. I think of her, licking her fingers, looking at me with half closed eyes unfocused from her orgasm. My cock is straining against my pants and desire pulses through me. I groan when I see the time and know that I have another meeting. I close my eyes and take some deep breaths, willing my raging hormones to stand down. I can’t leave her hanging though, so I tap out a quick reply before adjusting myself so I don’t obviously telegraph that I haven’t exactly been captivated by numbers for the last hour.

  I slam into you, hard and fast. You’re ready for your pounding now. You are so tight and hot around me. You clench like a vice grip as I slam into you and your legs wrap around me. My moan of pleasure mixes with yours as I thrust into you again and again. Your hips rock down to meet me and we move in the age-old dance. My mouth finds yours in a searing kiss. Your breath quickens and I feel you draw tight into your center. My body responds in an instant and suddenly, we are both flying.

  Meeting time. I’ll be back late this afternoon. We’re far from done, Kinsey.

  The meeting is dry as dust, and I all but choke on it. The CEO brought me on board for this exact reason. I’m going to save this company from themselves, from the deep-set routine that is drowning innovation and progress. Energy is coursing through me, torturing me as I watch them plod on and on in their familiar ruts. My blood is boiling with passion as images of tangled sheets and Kinsey torment me, making me restless in my chair. I can’t contain myself any longer. I stand and the discussion around the table skitters to a stop.

  “Folks, you’re in trouble. These are old ideas based on old, dying concepts.” I stride to the front of the room and uncap the red marker. I write the quarterly numbers that are all down from the previous quarter. I continue with the projected numbers for next quarter, and then extrapolate them out for the next several quarters. The company is about a year from being past the point of no return. I draw big, dramatic circles around the damning statistics with rather more vehemence than is called for.

  “You can’t keep your heads in the sand any longer. Gene brought me on because he has seen this coming and watching you do nothing to stop it. I’m standing here today to turn the tide. Get ready folks. Things are about to change. I have no intention of firing anyone, but let me make it perfectly clear, you’ll get on board or you’ll get off the ride.” I make hard eye contact with each person at the table, holding each for a long moment. The silence is absolute and I am surprised they can’t hear my heart hammering. Intense energy rolls through me, and ideas are crashing around in my mind. I haven’t hummed like this in a long, long time. “Now, let’s get started.”

  Three hours later, I’m shaking hands with everyone as they file out the door. Initially, they had been shocked but had rallied with energy and ideas that gave me great hope. This was a company that had fallen asleep, but it wasn’t DOA just yet.

  I shut everything down in my office and head to the gym. I have to let off some of this energy before I explode. Sweat pours down my face and neck and off my chest as my feet keep a steady pace on the treadmill. I don’t know if I am chasing or running from the images that seem etched in my mind. How can I be so obsessed with a woman that I can’t even fully visualize? Pushing through reps that make my arms burn, I turn my obsession to the meeting today. I can’t hold it in my mind, though. Kinsey with her seductive mouth and silky smooth skin keeps pulling my mind as surely as a compass’ needle is pulled north.

  Still feeling edgy and unsettled, I pull up my email after I grab a bite to eat and attempt to chill out on the couch. Kinsey’s reply is waiting and I can’t control the excitement that bubbles inside me as I open it.

  I wrap myself tightly around you as we come down, riding the slow spiral of satisfied bliss. Your kiss is soft and delicious on my lips. My tongue teases your lo
wer lip before pulling you harder against me as my passion burns still. I want more of this, more of you. Slowly, you roll off me and stretch out next to me. My hands begin exploring instantly and I see your still hard cock wet and beckoning. I’m transfixed as I slide down your body and take you in my mouth. Our tastes mingle, and it drives me wild. I lick you clean and suck every last drop from you. I look up with my lips locked around you and see you watching me intently.

  I’m on edge with need and my hand slides down between my legs. I see your gaze darken as you watch. I release you from my mouth and move to lie next to you. I lay open to you as I pleasure myself. Your gaze roams my body as your hand finds its way to my breast. You roll my nipple hard between your fingers and my hand squeezes yours, asking for more. You bring your mouth to my breast and clamp down, drawing the tight nub between your teeth. I pant as I feel another climax building. You feel it too and bite firmly. A ragged moan tears from my throat as I fall over the edge. Your mouth stays fixed at my sensitive breast as the pleasure rolls through my body again. My mind is scattered and my breath comes in quick gulps as the energy dissipates. You let go of my nipple and gather me close, holding me to your chest while we drift.

  No surprise that I’m hard as a rock after reading and rereading that a couple of times. This woman is driving me crazy. I’m consumed by thoughts of her and am coming to realize that soon email is not going to be enough for me. I hesitate. Virtually, she’s my dream come true. Do I want to deal with the inevitable disappointment of bringing this to reality? She won’t be 100% perfect in real life. No one ever is. But a real live Kinsey has the potential for pleasure far beyond what my hand and my imagination can achieve.