Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

Life was chaos all around her on the eve of France, her head spinning with random thoughts. The trip was an imminent reality and there was much to be done before she left, a thousand details that required her attention. Though it had taken a year’s worth of planning and a lot of hard-earned cash, Jeni had little time to think about embarking for this foreign land miles from home. Though hugely important to her – she’d seen it as a pivotal piece in the journey to the next phase of life – when asked if she was excited about France, a question that came at her from all directions, she couldn’t exactly say she was. She hadn’t the time to get excited, and almost to the day she left, the fact that she was actually going to France still seemed like a fantastical dream.

Plans for a few days off from work before the trip failed to materialize. Even the day before she left, there was a project at work to complete and progress was painfully slow. None of this was a surprise. Life routinely gets in the way of best laid plans. And yet, for all the activity, all the details to attend to and the lists of items not to forget, what was responsible for her current turmoil really wasn’t her job or the packing or the butterflies in her belly on the eve of her first Transatlantic flight.

On this occasion, instead of revolving around the logical suspects, chaos revolved around a man.

Absurd, huh? After twenty years with one faithful man and giving up men for one long year of loss, the idea that a man would rock her world on the 10th of May, when the first knighthawk925 email landed in her Outlook, was absurd. What the hell was she supposed to do with the eager attentions of an on-line suitor? Especially now, when starting a relationship should have been the last thought in her mind. And yet, once the conversation began, the emails between Jeni and Jack Hawking continued at a brisk pace and soon every minute, every thought in her mind seemed to be taken up by this phantom behind the email address. Was it the easy conversation? Or the face staring back from his obscure photo? Or the fact they shared a common interest in kink?

Absurd, yes. The whole idea of him was absurd, but the most fantastically amazing distraction she’d had after a long list of distractions that had kept her slightly unfocused over the previous year. Hard to believe that someone she’d never laid eyes on could take hold of her attention in such a commanding and thorough way. When chaos suddenly became a beautiful place to be in those hectic days, she could do nothing but smile when the thought of him took control. She’d retreat to her bedroom, finding herself wet with arousal from the moment she touched the sensitive place between her thighs to minutes down the road when an explosive orgasm caused her back to arch and her body to convulse with spasms. Juices flooded over her hand, as Jeni imagined Jack’s hands on her, his lips on her, his c**k inside her cunt, her mouth wide open – he could penetrate that, too.

Their early conversations were innocent enough. With a few short emails they got through the basics: work, family, their goals and aspirations, where their lives stood now. Then the correspondence changed, delving into the kinky subjects of her blog, where the dynamic between them began to shift.

As the questions from Jack became more blunt, more personal and probing she couldn’t help but feel her lusty libido come back to life. Once that familiar spark of desire arose, it wasn’t long before a brush fire seemed to burn within. What had begun as an innocent back and forth became something much bigger than informative small talk.

Jeni had forgotten what it felt like to be so passionately aroused. But just the thought of Jack was all over her now, feeding her psyche with thoughts and feelings she’d shunned so long that it was an unexpected thrill to be feeling them again. Her libido broke wide open. Random trips to the bedroom became more frequent, so was rubbing her crotch against the seat of her desk chair, the kitchen chair, her bathroom counter. Sexy, nasty, kinky thoughts rose up unbidden as she tapped a fresh spring of erotic thought inside her slutty psyche – just when she thought the spring had run dry. Jack was there in the middle of it all. Still a phantom, still a dream, still a fantasy – but she could almost feel his flesh, taste his pheromones, smell his scent. A fantasy – really? Not this time. There was flesh and blood on the other side of the emails, a man, not a phantom at the end of her lusty dreams.

For a woman often defined by her s****l obsessions, she was shaken, taken off guard and completely flustered by this budding relationship – did she dare call it a relationship? This wasn’t supposed to happen, not yet. It was too soon to be entertaining thoughts of a new man in her life – wasn’t it?

For two decades and a year her heart had belonged to another man; he was all she knew about men. Suddenly thrust back into the world of men and s*x, and dating – god forbid dating! – she felt like a fish floundering out of water in the unfamiliar territory of men. The thought of being ‘courted’ was entirely new. She’d blindly fallen into her last relationship and never emerged – not until that relationship had been taken away.

Now this new man was under her skin before she knew what was happening, causing her heart to beat and her crotch to warm with very little effort. He was a Dom, she a sub. In the b**m world they were a matched set. Responding to a dynamic natural to her personality, her sub-self began to arise as his dominant one emerged. It was so effortless, a bit of a game, she supposed. Nothing particularly serious, she thought, but certainly fun to play.

“You said, you wanted to read my naughty stories? I have so many, making me wonder what you’d like most.”

His reply went straight to the point.

“I like good head, a good tight anal, heaven. I wrote some stories with a previous gf, very immature, but a lot of fun. So you write about your fantasies?”

She had to smile. Wasn’t it just like a guy to keep it to the basics – c***s and ass. “Yes, they’re my fantasies. I wouldn’t know what else to write about. Of course, fantasy is not reality…I learned that early on. My subs are naughty, do stupid things, love/hate getting punished and create lots of drama, which makes good fiction. Let’s not forget the wide variety of s****l options. But that’s just fantasy. In real life, you’ll find I’m a mature and well balanced woman who hates drama and who just happens to like kinky fun in the bedroom.”

When he wrote back a day later, he’d moved on to other questions. “I’ve been wondering, you have any tattoos or piercings? Just curious. Been thinking about my cottage on the lake – very private. I need to be walking in the woods, by the water, smelling the fresh air.”

“Hi! No tattoos but currently one piercing – which I plan to keep.” Answering that question created a little flutter in her tummy. And just as he’d done in his email, Jeni quickly moved on to other matters. “I love walking in woods, too, and I could sit by the water all day. You asked what other things I do. Read, garden. I love movies and theatre, traveling. I’ve not traveled much in recent years, although I am taking off for a two week vacation in a couple weeks.”

“I read Story of O a long time ago,” he began his next email. “About O’s piercing through her lower lip. So, where’s yours? Come on, fess up.”

Now that’s getting personal, she thought, although a flutter of excitement lit up her libido just thinking of his question. “I didn’t remember that O’s was on the lip…I was thinking it was through the hood of her clit, which is where mine is. So, tell me about your cottage.”

“I’m sure you’re right about ‘O’,” he answered. “It was a long time ago that I read that book, so I’m stretching my memory here. Your piercing sounds delicious. What’s it look like? Bar? Ring? I like the idea of a single piercing, any more than that is too much for me.

My cottage is a work in progress. It began with just the small log shed you see in the picture, no plumbing, no electric. Pretty primitive. About twelve years ago, I started adding on, and the new section is almost complete. I have running water, electric, basement, a hardwood floor last year. Beautiful. A few years back, I built a separate laboratory and dorm for students when they’re working on the property. Keeps them out of my hair.

So you mentioned that you’ve been into public play, tell me about it.”

His cottage was taking shape in her mind, all in a beautiful way. Cabins in the woods brought back fond memories from her childhood. Times when she was free, far from the hot sidewalks of Southern California suburbia. Cloaked in their woodsy surroundings, they represented little havens away from the isolation she felt at home. She rested well amidst the trees, and often dreamed of staring up at a sky full of stars. A man with a cottage on a lake – in her mind it said a lot about his character and what he valued. That he was a botanist said a lot, too.

With the mention of public play, Jeni’s mind danced around the possible confessions, wondering which of the many events Jack might like most. There was a lot to confess about her kinky past. Thank goodness they weren’t face to face so he could see her blush as the memories came flooding into her mind. Amidst all the many scenes, however, one particular one stood out from all the rest. A day to remember unlike any other s****l experience she’d had – or would have for that matter. The scene had taken her deeply into submission, to places she’d never been before in her kink life. After it was over, in a therapeutic explosion of feeling and experience, she’d written about it, creating a factual account of the scene as she tried to sort out all that had taken place on that exhilarating day. The lust, emotion and profound state of surrender had been a special kind of magic. But did she dare send him that story? Reveal that she’d been auctioned before a kink crowd of twenty-five, during which she was hooded, stripped, intimately inspected and finally sold to one of the attending masters. Was it too soon for that kind of revelation?

Funny how it was easy to spit out the truth in an email, reveal with a few keystrokes private matters she would never have confessed if she were face to face. Jeni wondered if she should be more careful with her confessions – after all, they had not met and she had no idea who he really was. Revealing such deeply private matters could be a dangerous venture for a single woman in the lifestyle. But she hadn’t felt even the smallest reservation about this man, never compromised nor disrespected; his genuineness pulled her forward, while her arousal and surrendering spirit happily followed along. Of course, there was always the possibility that she was blinded by lust, and was foolish to assume that he was telling the truth.

Replying to his question on public play, she kept it simple without supplying much in personal detail. “Kink parties…I’ve been involved with the usual stuff. Been bound to a cross and tied to a spanking bench. There have been whips, spanking, clothespins, floggers, nothing terribly exotic, but it’s been a lot of fun. I’ve had some spectacular times, though some have been less than stellar.” With the thought of that ‘one particular’ scene still flashing through her mind, she went on to add, “If you want, I can send you a short story of a real time scene I had years ago at a Bondage B&B – certainly the most outrageous public experience I’ve had. The B&B went out of business a few years later, but at the time, the place was perfect for playing out my fantasy. The master of the house pulled off quite a show and I was in the midst of it all…talk about subspace. The high lasted for days.”