4. Public sex. (Ugh, I’m going to stop making comments now.)
5. Go to a sex club.
6. Be tied up.
7. Get spanked.
8. I’m not sure what this one is called, so I’ll go with “Be handled”.
9. Role playing.
10. Capture fantasy (I lied, one more comment. Tacky, I know, but I read a lot of Harlequins when I was younger. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.)
Since this list is getting kind of long, I’m going to stop. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!! Why am I doing this again? Oh yes, in hopes that you’re a gentleman, and a man of your word. I hope this isn’t too tame for you. I’m sure you can think of other more imaginative things. If you aren’t too bored after this stuff, I’ll leave the rest up to your discretion. Maybe you’ll have some ideas about what I’d like.
So that’s about it. I guess I’ll wait to hear from you. Oh, and one more thing, just to reassure you, I’m not looking at this as a long-term thing, I’m well aware you’re not into commitment. So no worries on your part. You’re very kind to take one for the team.
Thanks for being so neighborly,
Abby
Too tame?
She thinks this list is too tame? Exactly what kind of things does she think I do? I review her list again. Well, okay, she obviously paid some sort of attention because there’s nothing new there.
But tame?
And why do I think this is just the tip of the iceberg? That this is only the stuff she could bring herself to admit. Who knows what else lurks below the surface. I shake my head, the realization dawning on me that the conservative woman I’ve been living next door to for the last year harbors depraved fantasies.
I’m a total idiot.
Of course, I see the theme right off the bat after I’d read through the basic stuff no woman of thirty should still have on a sex to-do list. My nice, sweet, innocent little neighbor has a taste for domination.
I can work with that. While I’ve never been a hardcore BDSM type like a couple of guys I work with, I tend to like things on that side of the fence. I just don’t see the point in getting all ritualistic about it.
I reread the email again. Definitely serious. Abby didn’t understand it yet, but she has some definite tendencies.
If I don’t take care of her list, I’m positive she’ll find someone else. Someone who may not treat her the way she deserves. Or worse, someone who doesn’t know what they are doing and will turn her off sex forever.
I rake a hand through my hair, blowing out a hard breath as I stare at her name written across my screen. I can justify all I want, but the plain truth is I want to be the one to give her every damn thing on this list. I can fight it, but I already know my decision. Not that I’m going to deal with it by email. No, this is too important. I get up and rummage through my junk drawer until I find her business card.
If Abby Simmons wants to experiment, she picked the right guy.
* * *
Abby
The second Iclicked the send button I’d wanted to snatch the email right out of cyberspace. All morning I’d bounced back and forth like a ping-pong ball, vacillating between humiliation and being proud. On one hand, Lukas probably thinks I’m a sexually repressed psycho, but on the other, at least I’m taking action instead of sitting around moping.
I’m a modern feminist woman, damn it. I’m taking control of what I want. No more waiting. If Lukas isn’t interested, sure I’ll have to avoid him for the rest of my life, but I’ll find someone.
All I have to do is keep pushing forward, no matter the obstacles.
The phone rings and my heart leaps into my throat. I shake my head and raise my gaze to the ceiling. I’ve been like this all morning and it’s driving me batty.
Get a grip. He’s not going to call. Since I started the conversation last night, he’d seemed like the logical place to start this morning, but he’s a long shot. Guys like Lukas aren’t interested in girls like me.
So whomever is calling, it’s not him. With sweaty palms, I pick up the phone and say in my most professional voice. “Abby Simmons.”