One of my first jobs when I came to London was working for a media marketing company in Soho. One of my colleagues there was tall, athletic and single. His name was Paul. One day I saw him ogling a passing woman in a tight skirt. As he watched her walk up the street he said he would love to give her a good spanking.
He forgot about it as soon as he'd said it but I didn't.
I'd never been spanked. I'd never had that kind of crazy, let-your-hair down, no-holds-barred sort of sex that Paul seemed made for. I wanted to try it at least once, one crazy time. I wanted to try it with him.
But how?
How do you get a man like that to notice you when you're a shy bookworm with glasses?
He forgot about it as soon as he'd said it but I didn't.
I'd never been spanked. I'd never had that kind of crazy, let-your-hair down, no-holds-barred sort of sex that Paul seemed made for. I wanted to try it at least once, one crazy time. I wanted to try it with him.
But how?
How do you get a man like that to notice you when you're a shy bookworm with glasses?
