Guy had just got home from work and turned his computer on. After his usual shower, he sat and checked his email. As usual, most of it was spam, but there was a request from a woman to post her personal ad on his Kinky Personals page.

The page started when he posted a couple of his own ads, and a few for a couple of friends. Now, he gets so many requests from males that he has to turn most of them down, otherwise he'd end up running a full-blown dating service.

But this was a request from a woman:

Attractive 43. yr. old single female cum-slut wanting

to suck cock and then masturbate while you watch. I am

interested in servicing clean, kind, safe men in New York.

He posted her ad and wrote back asking her to check it out, mentioning that he lived just north of New York. Her reply came within hours:

Are you interested in meeting me? Although I am not into your

particular kind of kink, we could still have fun. I have an

image of a photo in my mind that would be fun to add to your site.

You wearing me on your hard cock, a close up of my face, eyes big

and pleading, tears mixed with mascara running down my face, lips

held fast in a permanent O around your shaft, pubic hair in my

nostrils, just taking the photo would be fun, but could I trust

that you wouldn't piss down my throat and that you'd unfasten me

after the shot was taken?

She included two photos of herself, a hot slender girl in her late 30's with long beautiful dark hair, though she mentioned that she had gained a little weight since those photos were taken.

Guy agreed to abide by her limits of no piss and to unfasten her. They exchanged phone numbers and decided to meet over the upcoming Labor Day weekend.

On the evening of their meeting, Guy had his toys out for her to see. The knock at the door came at the appointed time. Answering the door revealed a voluptuous curvy woman who vaguely resembled the photos that she sent to him.

"Hi Vixen," said Guy. "C'mon on in."

"Hi Guy," she said as she walked into his living room. "These your toys?" she asked as she stepped up to his homemade slave box table.

"Yes," he said as he pointed out his collection of shackles, butt plugs, dental gags, vibrators, and whatnot.

"Very nice," she said. "And you're all ready with your camera, too," pointing to his camera on a tripod in the corner of the room.

"Yup! All ready," said Guy.

"So what are you waiting for?" she asked and leaned into him.

Guy stepped into Vixen and put his arms around her. In a moment, he had leaned into her, pressing his mouth to hers. They stood there swapping spit for a while. His cock grew hard in anticipating fucking this woman whom he had just met for the first time only moments before.

Vixen broke the kiss and said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Guy.

"Your stories brutalize women so much. Do you hate women?"

Startled, Guy hesitated, then said, "Well, I never really thought about it before." Guy paused in thought for another moment before continuing. "I guess, when I started writing these kinds of stories, I was really shy and nerdy."

"Really?" she said. "I wish I had known you then. Shy guys turn me on so much."

"Yeah? I was one of those whiners who asked why nice guys couldn't get laid. In high school, I was a total nerd, despised by bullies around the world. I started writing kinky sex stories as a substitute for the sex I was missing out on, and maybe a little out of anger and resentment toward women."

"A little?" she asked.

"I expected to get lots of hate mail from women, and geeky guys to identify with my stories, but guess what?"

"What?" she asked.

"It shocked the hell out of me when women started writing to me, begging for more and more intense stories depicting women as sex objects."

"Oh?"

"And then women started writing to me asking me to meet them for kinky sex. Not often, but every now and again."

"Only sluts do that," she said.

"You're doing it, Vixen," he said.

"Because I'm a slut," she said.

"Duh," he said and kissed her again. Then he leaned back. "Now can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," she said.

"What would you come here to have casual sex with me if you think I hate women?"

"I'm just trying to figure it out," she said.

"Is that really why you're here? I'm just a psychology mystery to you?"

"Well," she looked away and hesitated for a moment. "Maybe."

"And fucking me is my payment for being your subject?"

She hesitated again. "Maybe."

Guy sighed. "Well, maybe I once hated women, and I vented through my stories. But now I love women, and I continue to write these kinds of stories because it's what women want and, honestly, I am turned on by using a woman for raw sex."

"Fair enough," she said. Then she leaned back, smiling, and reached down to fondle his pants. "Can I see it now?"