2 | Submission

(SIX WEEKS EARLIER)

*** Third Person POV

    

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Opening: Instructor Wanted

Topics of interest: Deep Throating 101, How to Break into Fisting, and the Limits of Breath Play.

Attire: Just enough restraints to keep one open for business.

Timeline: One-night cram session, looking to enroll soon

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Her fingers hovered above ‘post’ for the third night in a row. She didn’t think she’d ever make love again, but fucking—that was something she could do. John and she never fucked, never did anything 'kinky', but the sex was still great. It had been three years since the accident, and she hadn’t even dated, let alone been intimate with someone.

Fucking wasn't even the right term. She didn't know what the right term was to label the desires she was having. At the root of it all, she knew what she really ached for was to relinquish control, step back into her feminine and renew the connection to her own life.

The past year had been a struggle as her body had come back to life, and touching herself just wasn’t cutting it anymore.

The ad was a mashup of fantasies she’d entertained during lonely nights and a nostalgic nod to some of the wildest sessions she’d had in her 'single' years, now taken to a more intense level.

A voyeur at heart, she found solace in watching the sex-chat forums come alive late at night. There was a certain thrill in seeing new posts light up the screen, watching the views counter tick higher on the more provocative threads—digital people-watching had become her escape.

Would she respond to a DM? Maybe. Watching these type of chat forums had been the earliest experiences in her sexual awakening. It was back when the internet was new, and the only thing online worth exploring were those raw, unfiltered forums.

Her dad had even given her her first handle, OK4US2DO16—a joke he’d picked up at work, shared without a thought to what was age-appropriate. Her parents had always been oblivious to such things. Every now and then, she’d slip back into that old handle just to feel that familiar rush.

The fantasies she’d relied on for most of her life had lost their appeal since her. Her desires had taken a darker, more aggressive turn since the accident. Maybe it was her way of punishing herself for surviving when they hadn’t. Or maybe it was her way of living a new life, one that wasn’t suffocating under the weight of their loss.

And then, just like that, she was jolted back to reality by the ding of submission. A “Your Ad Has Been Posted” success message flashed on the screen. She’d hit submit without even realizing it. Anxiety surged, quickly replaced by fear—then relief—then excitement.

   

*** Lilliana POV

My lungs pull in air sharply at the sound of the submission ding. Did I really click that button absentmindedly while daydreaming?

Panic floods my system. How the fuck did I let that happen? “Chill,” I mutter, trying to talk myself down. You’re a 40-something woman; you’re allowed to do things like this… no one is going to judge you—because they’ll never know i think slyly

They’ll never know. The thought loops in my head, repeating until I mostly believe it. But hey, at least it’s done now. I could delete it, but why bother? Who will know? Besides, I’ll have some fresh fodder for the spank bank, watching my own view counts go up.

Hell, maybe someone will even save my ad and use it in their own spank bank. Fuck, I just posted a PSA!

Now, I’m actually proud of myself.

    

**The following chapter contains Graphic Sexual Content**