Have you ever had a fantasy you would never reveal to anyone? What if there was a way to meet people with the same kink, and explore your desires anonymously?
I'm alone in a big new city, newly single and without a lot of options when I stumble across a kinky app, that lets my imagination run wild when I think about all the different fantasies I can live out. There's one fantasy that captures my interest right away, and makes me wet with anticipation: forced encounters. When MADMAN, a stranger with piercing eyes contacts me through the app, I can't wait for him to make my curvy body tingle.
Forced Encounters is the first story in the Kinky App series, and is around 3,750 words, featuring a BBW who wants to break out of her comfort zone and try out all of her fantasies for the first time.
My breathing was heavy as my heart rate increased, my body pushing itself beyond anything that it had experienced before. I looked around me, as I topped the ridge of the hill, and right onto a path that took me into the woods.
So early on a Sunday morning, the path was absolutely deserted. People, and their families wouldn't show up here until at least noon, when the biting fall temperatures would climb a little bit. But for what I was after, this is just what I needed. I kept going, past the .5 mile mark on the trail. The woods were getting thicker, and now I couldn't see the rest of the park from where I was standing.
When I rounded a turn, another jogger came into my view for the first time. My breath caught in my throat, as I took him in. He was dressed all in black, a cap pulled down low over his forehead. He was tall, and through the Lycra I could see that he was built. My heart started to beat faster in my chest, for a reason completely separate from all the exercise I was getting. As we came closer to each other, he slowed down slightly, and seemed to look me up and down, with a small smile on his lips. A delicate blush crept up my skin, as I tried to figure him out.
We jogged past each other, the edge of my elbow, just grazing his arm. And then, I just kept going. This didn't feel right, and I didn't know what to do about it. I thought about looking back, but remembered how I was supposed to ask. I just kept going, until I felt a rough motion on my shoulder, pulling me back.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Karla Marques V.
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