what if? I mean, surely the insatiable and erotic sexual cravings of people are not limited to only large cities.
Where in the hell would I look for something like that here?
Of course there was the web, but some, or most, of those sites had a virus attached. I’d delved into porn a little when my imagination couldn’t do it for me and I needed a little extra something. That got old as well. I was tired of watching. I wanted the experience. Pouring myself another glass of wine, I ignored the shattered glass on the floor. Who the hell would care about the mess anyway? After all, it was only me here.
Hours later, after watching Jimmy Fallon, my curiosity brought me back to the web. Fuck it; I’d been the well-behaved, jilted wife long enough. I wanted to know what was out there, especially those like me who shared the same curiosities. I would love to know if any other women in Savannah had a fascination with kink. After a few hours of searching, I stumbled upon a site advertising a local adults only page. There was a large triple X on the screen and a flashing advertisement of what looked like a bar in or around Savannah, but my excitement was stifled when I realized there was no address. After a quick Google search for the bar, named The Rabbit Hole, I came up empty, and gave up. Yawning, I threw my tablet beside my pillow and laid my head down to watch Nightline when I heard a ping.
I looked at my tablet to see an incoming message asking for the password. After careful thought, I had nothing. I typed my plea.
Hint?
Rabbit Hole.
Not helpful at all. Shit. The possibilities were endless. I studied the XXX on the screen and saw an Alice in Wonderland cartoon encased in them. Inside the rabbit hole, in the middle X, was Alice kissing another Alice on the cheek as she held her pointer finger to her lips.
Making the best guess I could, I keyed it in.
Don’t kiss and tell.
I was immediately brought to the homepage, asked to create a username—
Blue_Alice
—and started navigating my way around.
It was a chat room, and from the subject matter floating in boxes around the screen, it was definitely a no holds barred kink fest. Perfect! At least the curious vixen inside me wouldn’t have to show her face for now. I sat for hours in the various chat rooms reading the conversations. Most of them consisted of people hooking up and then agreeing to email in private. Great, hours on the site and I had only gotten a little hot reading what appeared to be an open and unashamed twosome having really kinky message sex. I could read a book and get hotter than this. I was just about to grab my trusty silver bullet and a new erotica book when I got an incoming message.
MadHatter: What are you doing here?
I froze, feeling completely busted. I shook my embarrassment off quickly. I had knocked on the damn door, so far so good, why the hell not? I typed my reply.
Blue_Alice: Looking.
MadHatter: For what?
Blue_Alice: Anything but what I’m doing.
There, honesty. Honesty was good.
MadHatter: Why so blue, Alice? Bored housewife?
Blue_Alice: Fuck you.
MadHatter: So I’m assuming I’m correct?
Blue_Alice: Maybe, what the hell does it matter?
MadHatter: We don’t do married here.
Blue_Alice: I am getting a divorce.
MadHatter: That’s not a new one.
Blue_Alice: Keep your boring ass chat room.
MadHatter: Temper, temper.
Blue_Alice: I could do a better job turning people on than this bullshit.
MadHatter: Wow, you really need a thick cock in that sassy mouth.
Blue_Alice: And I suppose you’re the one who will be giving it to me?
MadHatter: Why not me?
I felt my cheeks grow hot and took a deep breath. Okay, now we are talking here.
Blue_Alice: Fine…talk to me.
MadHatter: Why are you here?
Blue_Alice: You already asked me that.
MadHatter: And you didn’t give me a good enough answer.
I thought about it. Going into this with honesty would be the only way I would truly get what I wanted. But is this what I wanted? What if he was some
Where in the hell would I look for something like that here?
Of course there was the web, but some, or most, of those sites had a virus attached. I’d delved into porn a little when my imagination couldn’t do it for me and I needed a little extra something. That got old as well. I was tired of watching. I wanted the experience. Pouring myself another glass of wine, I ignored the shattered glass on the floor. Who the hell would care about the mess anyway? After all, it was only me here.
Hours later, after watching Jimmy Fallon, my curiosity brought me back to the web. Fuck it; I’d been the well-behaved, jilted wife long enough. I wanted to know what was out there, especially those like me who shared the same curiosities. I would love to know if any other women in Savannah had a fascination with kink. After a few hours of searching, I stumbled upon a site advertising a local adults only page. There was a large triple X on the screen and a flashing advertisement of what looked like a bar in or around Savannah, but my excitement was stifled when I realized there was no address. After a quick Google search for the bar, named The Rabbit Hole, I came up empty, and gave up. Yawning, I threw my tablet beside my pillow and laid my head down to watch Nightline when I heard a ping.
I looked at my tablet to see an incoming message asking for the password. After careful thought, I had nothing. I typed my plea.
Hint?
Rabbit Hole.
Not helpful at all. Shit. The possibilities were endless. I studied the XXX on the screen and saw an Alice in Wonderland cartoon encased in them. Inside the rabbit hole, in the middle X, was Alice kissing another Alice on the cheek as she held her pointer finger to her lips.
Making the best guess I could, I keyed it in.
Don’t kiss and tell.
I was immediately brought to the homepage, asked to create a username—
Blue_Alice
—and started navigating my way around.
It was a chat room, and from the subject matter floating in boxes around the screen, it was definitely a no holds barred kink fest. Perfect! At least the curious vixen inside me wouldn’t have to show her face for now. I sat for hours in the various chat rooms reading the conversations. Most of them consisted of people hooking up and then agreeing to email in private. Great, hours on the site and I had only gotten a little hot reading what appeared to be an open and unashamed twosome having really kinky message sex. I could read a book and get hotter than this. I was just about to grab my trusty silver bullet and a new erotica book when I got an incoming message.
MadHatter: What are you doing here?
I froze, feeling completely busted. I shook my embarrassment off quickly. I had knocked on the damn door, so far so good, why the hell not? I typed my reply.
Blue_Alice: Looking.
MadHatter: For what?
Blue_Alice: Anything but what I’m doing.
There, honesty. Honesty was good.
MadHatter: Why so blue, Alice? Bored housewife?
Blue_Alice: Fuck you.
MadHatter: So I’m assuming I’m correct?
Blue_Alice: Maybe, what the hell does it matter?
MadHatter: We don’t do married here.
Blue_Alice: I am getting a divorce.
MadHatter: That’s not a new one.
Blue_Alice: Keep your boring ass chat room.
MadHatter: Temper, temper.
Blue_Alice: I could do a better job turning people on than this bullshit.
MadHatter: Wow, you really need a thick cock in that sassy mouth.
Blue_Alice: And I suppose you’re the one who will be giving it to me?
MadHatter: Why not me?
I felt my cheeks grow hot and took a deep breath. Okay, now we are talking here.
Blue_Alice: Fine…talk to me.
MadHatter: Why are you here?
Blue_Alice: You already asked me that.
MadHatter: And you didn’t give me a good enough answer.
I thought about it. Going into this with honesty would be the only way I would truly get what I wanted. But is this what I wanted? What if he was some
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