This post is written by Mr. S, an old friend of mine. Mr. S is a blogger, but this is his first experience blogging in the kinky world. I was glad to have him do a couple of guest posts for my blog, and hope that we can encourage him to join us on his own blog!

I called her Peaches, because of the colour of her hair, because it matches the cardigan.she wore when we first met. She was warm and friendly, but her eyes had a look to them, like a yearning unspoken, or a need not met.

My split from my long term partner had been over 2 years ago and I felt that it was time to think about happiness, to think about finding someone new. I had tried an app or two and things had been well underwhelming. On one of them, I found Peaches. We messaged, were similar ages, both parents and both split from partners after many years and we felt that parts of our life were neglected. We wanted affection, time and above all passionate connection. She was vulnerable with me, honest and open and had a cute and gentle voice that warmed some lost part of me. For a couple of weeks, it felt that we were building towards a meeting and more, but then she left and I found myself ghosted and blocked.

I was despondent, but honestly felt that if it was not to be, I would move forward. The next couple of months were difficult, my life took a turn and I struggled to know what to do next and I was not the best side of myself. But 2 weeks or so ago, I was taking a break and for a whim, checked out that old dating app and found Peaches again. I sent a message, hoping for a friendly word, or an explanation, or even closure. She messaged me, seeing me there and we started talking again. This new chance was something neither of us wanted to waste. We spoke, we chatted about innocent things and then after a day or so, it got flirty. The desire to kiss, the want, the hunger. Then something else came up. We talked about meeting up and what we wanted to do, it was a loaded question, it was supposed to be and we confirmed we’d see one another the next week.

During our cheeky chats/messages I jokingly made the comment I’d have to deliver a spanking. Her response was that if I did, she might cum. I was taken aback, She laughed it off, but a seed had been planted. The next day we were talking again and there was a sense that I was being offered something, all I needed to do was ask. Her voice was breathy, a sense of her being flushed and I asked her what she was feeling. “Excited.” she replied. “Very excited.” followed by a little giggle.

“Are you wet?” I asked, touching on my kink of knowing a partner was aroused.

“Maybe.” She giggled again, she was testing for something and I decided to try something. “You are going to do something for me.” I told her. “You are going to part your legs and place your right hand between them for the count of 5.” Then her breathing changed, her whole demeanor did as she said the two words that would change something forever. “Yes Sir.”

She then sent me a picture to prove she’d done it/ Nothing too risque, but her hand was between her legs, just as I had instructed and without knowing why I was doing it, i sent a voice clip with another two words that would change things forever. “Good Girl.”