Surprises and Submission (Closed)

[DeepBlue89]

My name is Valerie Dechamps. A tall (5'10) twenty-two year old woman.

My heartbeats were pretty erratic everytime that I found myself typing in an email made for my daily chat partner. Okay, so maybe I'm selling it all a bit short; our conversations over time became anything but mundane. I got a certain thrill when writing up messages for Thomas, almost like a giddy schoolgirl talking to her high school crush.

Yes, I found myself feelin more and more attracted to this stranger. It was a guilty pleasure of mine as I was engaged to Mark - an ambitious man who often found himself drowning in his work. So, obviously, I felt a bit guilty from our online interactions but I regularly found myself justifying everything by indulging into such thoughts as "I'm not actually cheating on him. I just want to talk to someone from time to time." and others, along those lines. It was a bit pathetic, seeing myself trying to make this online relationship seem anything close to innocent.

If I were to complain about one thing about my life, it would be the simple fact that I nearly devoted my entire life to my fiance. While I love him, it was frustrating to see that I didn't have many friends to speak of. I didn't attend college, given that after high school I pursued a modeling career. That's how I eventually met with my husband to-be. He wasn't possessive or anything, but sometimes I wish that he wanted me a little more - he was often in business trips and would hardly spend any time with me.

I did live in his condo. It was his idea entirely, given that when we had first begun dating, we'd be here together a lot. It wasn't the case anymore, and I would often find myself at the computer, eagerly waiting for a message from this perfect stranger that I had met. Imagine that; to be so bored with my life that I actually had posted a profile on what was pretty much an online dating site, though it didn't outright advertise itself as such.

Maybe I just craved some sexual attention. Mark was my first real boyfriend, and while we did have sex a few times a month, it never really was passionate or particularly exciting. The thing about Mark, and I would never dare say this to anybody; he likes to talk a big game but when it comes down to it, he's not so... Well, I'll just stop myself right there.

It wasn't just sexual. As I mentioned earlier, Mark and I hardly spent anytime together and as he was always busy with something, I've never felt really wanted by him. That's why I loved these conversations with Thomas. I can't talk on his behalf, but there was this crazy attraction between us both whenever we chatted. Imagine that; and we didn't even know how we looked like!

I was pretty confident on my appearance - or at least, I was confident that Thomas wouldn't be repulsed by me. I was model, or at least before I dropped it all about three months ago. I had a great body, judging from the stares and conversations that I've had in the past. My natural red hair caught the glances of many, going as low as my waist, just above my shapely round behind. Like many other endowed women, it seemed that my chest got the most attention, as my large breasts would seem to bounce ever so slightly no matter what bra I wore.

Anyway, going back to what I was saying before I began to babble - I finished sending a message to Thomas. Only unlike my previous ones, it was something a bit more personal. The enclosed message said:

"Hey Thomas, I'm free today. Would you like to meet and go for a walk or something?"

I bit my bottom lower lip, hoping that he'd agree. I was anxiously waiting - just like a school girl.

 

[AlysaNewport]

The glass shattered into numerous shards, a result of an object being hurdled from across a room at a high rate of speed. Long, thin fingers tapping franticly, if not totally pissed off at the small plastic keys of her keyboard, few choice words added in for flavor and effect. Her blue orbs narrowed at the screen, if she could hurdle a two-ton brick at the person whom was typing for the screen name Rita plays it would have been the first chat room murder via brick throwing.

An angered hand whips back several strands of red hair out and away from the now, fire flaming iris of one pissed off Alysa Newport. “Who the hell do you think you are bitch!” her eyes falls onto the small picture of water on her desk contemplating the damage to the wall compared to her needing to throw something else. Instead, she sat back down typing a pile of insults that the world genius’s book of records would be publishing for the longest name calling in one word.

Finally, the chat ended with the screen saying Chat Room Closed Due to foul language violations of site rules. Words coming from a Mod of the site you have been ban. Now the pitcher lay next to the broken glass in a non-resemblance form of what it used to be. “Grrr. Fuck it!” she yelled as she pulled herself away from the computer venting.

She sat down upon the sofa agitated thinking of how she could find someone closes enough to share her time and desires. She has tried most sites and when it came to; let us meet in real life that is when the truth comes out and they all do the backstroke to get out of meeting. All kinds of stupid excuses from the book of stupid excuses… She shook her head with all of it.

Then one Saturday she decided to log on as a male and see how things went that way. See if she gets the same results as she did as a female. Therefore, she made up the screen name Thomas and went to work on her theory with a most craving attitude toward it. She put all the information in, False of course, but this is just a test so no big deal right. Wrong?

The chats went slow at first with Val, the normal hi how are you? You look good in those pics like a rainbow after a midday rain. And on and on but moved more into the little touching here and there and kissing with a little nibbling and so on like all other chats right. Wrong?

For what came up on the screen almost knocked her out of her chair! “Hey Thomas, I’m free today. Would you like to meet ad go for a walk or something?” her mouth dropped open she couldn’t believe it. Then it hit her, was she going to give one of those stupid excuses? No, she knew Val wasn’t very happy in her relationship so that was a plus. She was sexually needing more and that was a plus… Expecting a male and getting a female… Well that was the bomb but maybe she could sway talk her for she has done so as Thomas.

“Sure love too, But would getting cup of coffee at star bucks first be okay? Need my caffeine hype to calm my nerves. Say in an hour at the Fifth Ave Star Bucks?”

 

[DeepBlue89]

I waited anxiously for a few moments; my heart quickly skipping a beat once I heard that noise that my phone made - alerting me that Thomas had messaged me back. I quickly glanced at the phone in anticipation, worried that he would decline for whatever reason.

I smiled upon reading:

“Sure love too, But would getting cup of coffee at star bucks first be okay? Need my caffeine hype to calm my nerves. Say in an hour at the Fifth Ave Star Bucks?”

I quickly went to my wardrobe, looking for something to wear. I came across a snug purple shirt, which practically made my breasts seem even larger than they were (a feat that some thought impossible), pair of black jeans and a pair of high heels. Not that I needed extra height or anything. I just wanted to look good.

Not that I wanted him or anything...

I typed back "Sure, I'll meet you there. Remember, I'm the tall red head that you love so much, lol!"

And so I went. I arrived a bit earlier, as I do whenever I'm nervous and have to meet someone there. Not seeing anyone, save for a few couples, I sat down at a table and awaited to meet, finally, this perfect stranger.