The plaudits came like a typhoon breaking on land—swift and overwhelming. My naughty little story had hit a nerve. No, it wasn’t like I was the new E.L. James, skyrocketing to fame over some BDSM fiction—this was just a humble sub-reddit after all. Nonetheless, it felt good to know that my relatively vanilla story about office promiscuity was being well-received by the community I had only recently discovered.
Seeing that upvote counter go up was a cheap little thrill, but the real satisfying feedback was from the private messages that followed. Suggestions for improvement were constructive, as well as thanks from fellow men for bringing to life a fantasy they had always craved. Even the criticisms seemed balanced—except for that one dude who was convinced the female lead in my story was his wife and demanded answers (it was a fictional story). Heck even a few women reached out to express their thanks—well, purported women, anyway.
Then it arrived. A few weeks after the fervour had died down, a simple one-sentence private message popped up in my inbox: “I haven’t played with myself a single time without thinking of your story since reading it a month ago – Michaela”.
I’ve always been somewhat uncomfortable with unabashed praise, and usually use some form of false modesty sprinkled with humour to diffuse the perceived imbalance between the flatterer and myself. A tried and true technique, which I deployed in this situation: “That could be as little as playing with yourself once! I’m glad you liked it Michaela. S.”
Ok, a small confession. I just wrote that it was false modesty, but I’d be lying if I said I wanted it to end there. In that moment, I really wanted to know just how much she had “played with herself” in a month. It was a prompt; not an attempt at humility.
An aside; attraction is a strange beast, and what the internet has taught me over the past 20 years is that anonymity allows people to turn each other on free from the shackles of physical appearance. Words can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I had no idea who Michaela was, her age, her appearance, her marital status. Heck I couldn’t even be sure of Michaela’s gender. But something about the simplicity of her message immediately got my motor running.
There was no immediate reply, and so I made a mental note to check out a female masturbation video on Pornhub later in order to put this to bed, so to speak.
The next morning, as I was preparing for work and checking my phone, I saw I had a Reddit PM. The sensations I had felt the day before after reading Michaela’s words rushed back to me. I set down my coffee and swiped my way to my inbox. It did not disappoint.
“Guess what I’m thinking about?” The question came with this link as a not-so-subtle hint:
This is the point where I should come clean and say that I’m a happily married man, where past temptation and would-be seductresses have been thwarted by a combination of reason and grabbing my self-control with both hands. This has allowed me to be remain faithful to the woman I love (if faithfulness has wiggle room for publishing naughty stories online without her knowledge). All this to say: In the past, escalation would have never been my move here.
With my work pants fully tented at this point, I came up with as witty a reply as the blood left in my brain would allow: “I don’t know. Breakfast?”. Yeah. I’ll admit I wasn’t at my best. The reply was immediate.
“Only if your cock is on the menu. -M.”
It appeared as though I’d have to rub one out before my commute. I retreated to my bedroom, heard the front door shut as my wife left for work, laid back on the bed and unleashed the monster (I’m exaggerating, it’s more boa constrictor than werewolf). There are times when my cock seems just a bit larger than it usually is, and this was one of those times. It’s crazy what a bit of flattery and an ego boost can do to nine inches. I’d love to sit here and tell you it took me 15 minutes to reach climax, but I was too excited—5 minutes did the trick.
That done, I felt a little more confident in replying without coming off as glib. “If you keep this up, I’ll have trouble getting through the work day.” Keeping it cool was a tall order in this situation.
What came next blew me away.
“Find a quiet spot, plug in your ear buds, and enjoy…”
I wasn’t ready for it. It scared me, it thrilled me, it made me want more from Michaela. I was on the brink of crossing lines into uncharted territory. I should have felt like a terrible person, but it made me feel like a man. I was suddenly at one with my testosterone.
Part two to come…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5rkcos/mf_diary_of_a_gone_wild_stories_writer_cheating