Emailed Confessions: Confessions, #1

By Gabriel Argonne

James has a nice life, a good job, a beautiful wife. Then the emails begin. Erotic content, full blown depictions of sex, and a message: There will be more, and they are made specifically for him. Puzzled, aroused, and terrified all at the same time, he tells his wife. Then the adventure truly begins.

Warning: this book contains explicit depictions of sexual activity including anal, rough sex, and a double penetration.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gabriel Argonne
• Release date: Dec 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497750456

Book preview

One

It all started with an email.  The name on the email was Mike Trainer, and came from a popular email service provider used to create anonymous addresses.  I get porn in my inbox all the time from co-workers and friends, and though I didn’t recognize the email address it came from, I found the title of Brunette sucking cock much too hard to resist.

Inside was a picture of a woman viewed from behind, curvy hips, a slim torso, and dark brown hair to her waist.  In front of her was a man with chiseled abs and the arms of a semi-serious weight lifter, his fingers tangled in her hair, keeping her face pressed into his crotch.  Her back was smooth, with a graceful curve to her hip, and an ass that spoke of many hours doing squats.  Her arms the showed the same attention, strong without being too strong.  Just enough definition to catch the eye, not enough to distract it.

Overall the picture was tasteful and erotic, and I found myself shifting in my seat and looking around the office to make sure that nobody could see how uncomfortable I was.  There was something about the picture that drew my eye, wrapping itself around my mind and holding it there, kindling my hormones into a firestorm of lust.  It could have been the curve of her hip, or the slight hint of breast along the ribcage that was so teasing, tantalizing.  I found myself staring at the picture, fantasizing about the woman in the picture, even though I couldn’t see her face.  She was faceless, amorphous.  She could be any woman, and yet I felt as if I knew her, which made her all the more attractive to me.  I knew it would be some time before I would be able to stand up to do anything without showing my embarrassingly hard erection to anybody and everybody who was paying attention.

Quickly I typed a reply asking who the person emailing me was, and if there would be more such contributions coming any time soon.  The reply was almost immediate.

It read:

James,

You don’t know me, and for the moment I wish to remain anonymous.  I can guarantee that more of these images will be sent your way, as they were specifically sent to you on request of the gorgeous woman you see in them.  I will be sending you one every time she requests it, up until the time she requests that I no longer do so.  Each time one is sent, it will reveal more of this delectable woman for your enjoyment.