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Chapter One, Monday Morning -

Danielle, or Dani as everyone called her, opened her email. It was from him. A man she met most recently online, on a kink site, someone, ordinarily whom she would have never given a thought to, but of late, she has been finding herself wondering about him. Fantasizing even, almost obsessively. She found herself checking her email several times a day now, hoping for another note from him.

There was, indeed, another note waiting, this time he wrote: "Hi, Quick question... What are you doing this weekend?"

That was it, nothing else. Which was odd, given that the letters both she and he had been writing to each other, daily, have been longish, revealing, sharing and even erotic; in that understated, yet so powerfully connected way. So much so, when she heard the ping of his note arriving, this would make her pussy clench and her nipples tighten involuntarily. She smiled at how affected she was. How Pavlovian.

She wrote back: "No plans for this weekend. Why do you ask?"

He wrote back: "Give me your address."

It was short and sweet. And truth be told... terrifying. And if she were totally honest with herself, terribly exciting too. Should she, or shouldn't she? Normally, this was a big, fat, quick, no way Jose, no fucking way am I going to expose myself like this. Who does he think he is? Her anger flash, her sass emboldened, she sat there staring at her screen.

She also realized that that her pussy was pulsating at the thought; she reached down, her finger snaking under the elastic hem of her hello kitty panties and started to tease her now swollen clit, aching for attention. She had been sitting at her screen in her torn t-shirt, hanging off one shoulder; the pad of her seat now soaking up her increasingly seeping secretions...

She responded with just her address, but not before posing her finger above the mouse, contemplating a last-minute abort of her acquiescence to his command. For she knew, this was an order. She obeyed and went to bed.

Tuesday Evening -

Nothing for 30 hours plus. No daily note, no comment, no nothing. Now she was really worried... and pissed. Her mind started conjuring up all kinds of stray thoughts, many of them not so nice. How could he not respond, after she obeyed? Didn't he realize this?

It was dark, she was now back at her house, after a long, productive day at work. She had stripped off her work clothes, like she did every day after work. Today she wore her frilly white lace, high-necked, sexy blouse that had been tucked into a black and white patterned, ruffly short poodle-ish skirt. She had worn white underneath too, a classic white underwire bra that did wonders to shape her petite breasts into their womanly fullness, a white thong and white thigh-high stockings, all which nicely offset her darker complexion. She had actually, subconsciously, dressed for him, a part of her secretly wanting him to come and surprise her. She wanted to look good for him.

Now, sitting down in front of her computer, fully stripped of her attire, readying for her evening bath, she pondered the lack of communication from him today. Why did she give him her address? Why had she broken her most important rule? She was now totally exposed to this man, whom she has never met. She had never even seen pictures nor spoken with him. She didn't know who or what he was beyond the words he shared with his letters. She was scared. What did he want? Was he an axe murderer looking for his next victim? Was he going to rob her? Her breathing started to increase, almost to the point of a panic attack.

She pushed at her keyboard angrily, frustratingly, shoving it away from her. She folded her arms and laid her head down upon them. She willed herself to calm down, to slow her breathing, lest she faint from the hyperventilation. She pondered for a moment...

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