Kink App: Forced Encounter by Katia Jordan

Alone in a new city, downloading a new app will give scary and unexpected pleasure

Kink app: forced encounter

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. 

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General

Language: English


Word Count: 3750

Sample text:

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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