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But inevitably, as the
zeal and shine of the newly clean began to tarnish, she found
herself, once again, like a cigarette addict clinging desperately
to a nicotine patch, aching for the rush of an expected message to
relieve the fucking tedium of it all.

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KUM4U 37 M Aberdeen United Kingdom:
Hello. U
ok?

SwapPix? 26 M Gwynedd United Kingdom:
mmmmm. Wow. I
love older women.

Londoner 51 M London United Kingdom:
Good evening
slUtty. And has the day treated you kindly, Miss?

ANY1Real 43 M Manchester United Kingdom:
Does any1 ever
reply on this…

Magic_Man 34 M Quebec, CA:
Hi slUtty, how’s
you?

arrhjc 18 F, from Bamako, M
: hi dear, iinvit you to w
ww.tchattalk. com 2872 chatters online, to be sure type it in
google .

C
UmaLOT 24 M Enfield United Kingdom:
Skype? Wanna c me c
um?

Soso201 20 F California US:
hi hun, looking for better
than this? if u want another new chat, just type in google-search
(many friends) and enter it’s 100% free

MorningGlory 47 M London United Kingdom:
hi. U
ok.

Snaketongue 34 M Somerset United Kingdom:
hi great
name

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
Hey, babe.
Back again? How’s you?

xxstockingfan 49 M Bedfordshire United Kingdom:
do you
like stockings?

Balamusa 29 M Adana, TR:
U Skype? C my thikdikspunk 4
u

Nawty-Plumber 52 M Warwickshire United Kingdom:
Why are
middle aged woman so dam s exy?

Sandrita22 F 22 Aberdeen United Kingdom:
hey dear,
iinvit you to w ww.tchatalk. com 2247 chatters online, to be sure
type it in google

GF
Upstairs 34 M Hartlepool United Kingdom:
My GF is aslepp.
Wann c um 4 me when she doesn’t know about it? Fone me.

WantsaMilf 20 M London United Kingdom:
Add me to s
kypeand watch me w@nk? Im handsome

Darlo 36 M Darlington United Kingdom:
hi hows
u?

Rentapest 54 M Milton Keynes United Kingdom:
evenin.
How’s you?

OlderPerv 69 M Aberdeen United Kingdom:
well hello
young lady

Reis90 26 M Baden-Württemberg, DE:
So for what are you
searching on here? You like to watch or to chat?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
hey lancs!
Good to see you, sorry… just spent ten minutes deleting before I
could pause and catch my breath. I was looking out for you. Good
week?

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
yeah. I’m
okay. Same old. How’s you? X

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
Yeah, cool.
Long week, weekend here… can’t complain. Kids this weekend?

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
Yep.
Tomorrow morning, early bells.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
ah nice.
Been out?

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
does it
show? Yeah, babe. Few mates after work, few drinks, you know how it
goes.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
yeah, yeah,
I know. So… how are you?

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
you really
dont want to know. So, having any success on here tonight? And
anyway, I thought things were going great with the guy you met on
the other site last week…?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
they are,
they are, but, aw hell, it’s complicated – he’s f ucking
complicated. Lovely. But I cant see it going anywhere.

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
dont give up
yet, you. Trust me. I’ve got a good feeling for you on this one.
And here? Tonight?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
aw hell.
Same old. What I need is...

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
come on
then… what DO u need?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
Well,
whatever it is, I’m unlikely to find it here. Right now though,
right this minute I’d settle for

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
...

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
oh, come on,
you know me

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
say it. What
DO you want slUtty-fUckgal?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
I want to
find someone with enough of a brain to help me and p out!

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
??

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
B loody
censorship on this b loody site!!! C um and pa ss out>

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
that sounds
about right. And if you found this person… what would you do?
Hmmmm?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
do? I’d send
him a few p os… argh! Ph ot os… and probably get off just on the
thought of his reaction when he saw them. Maybe head for a private
message server.

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
hmmm.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
hmmmm?
What’s with the hmmmming?

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
just
wondering what it would take to get to be the guy on the receiving
end of those pix?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
Oh come on,
lancashire… we’re way past that stage, you and me... we’re friends
not d irty f ilthy online random f uc k partners… it’s just not
what we do>;)

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
so, how did
that happen? And mean if what you want is someone to j erk off to
yerpix and send you a few in return… erm, pick me, please,
Miss!

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
email?

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
s**** @ g
mail . Com

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
cool. You
sure? I mean, this could entirely change the cool friendship thing
we got going on here...

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
no teasing.
Send babe!

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
OMG… thats
beautiful, babe… you sure you don’t want me to call… I’m so h o r
ny for u right now...

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
Aw lancs…
I’m so f u cking tempted, but it’s not something I’ve done before
and, aw hell, you know how nervous I am...

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
worst case
scenario you giggle and hang up. Buuuuut, somehow I don’t think
that gonna happen… it’ssooo beautiful babe… w et… just so l I
ckable...

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
I could just
stay quiet...

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
whatever
makes you comfortable, Slutty… no pressure, ever.

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
07778989773728723

lancashire 43 M Lancashire United Kingdom:
now?

slUtty-fUckgal 43 F London United Kingdom:
Now.

********************

Megan lay on her
back in the queen-sized double bed she increasingly rarely shared
with her husband, eyes wide and staring into the darkness, and she
ran her fingers idly through her brown hair. She had fallen asleep
immediately after he’d hung up, and woken up with a start 56
minutes later, iPhone still in hand.

She snuck across the
landing, pausing to appreciate the gentle sounds of sleeping youth
coming from the other two bedrooms and to note, from the silence
downstairs, that Rich was not yet home. In the bathroom, she pissed
and took a quick schluck from the cold tap, then returned to her
room and crawled back under the duvet, as awake as if none of it
had ever happened.

It would have seemed
rude to log back into the chatroom, Chateazy. If lancashire were
already back there, the etiquette was clear… she needed to avoid
him; and anyway, for either of them to be back so soon after what
had been a delightful phone experience would have struck Megan as
inconsiderate, even in a world where shallow was king. So avoiding
the chatroom entirely seemed the best option.

However, the reality
was that another climax was her best hope of returning to sleep, so
Megan slUtty-fUckgal O’Hare scrabbled under the covers for the
six-inch pink vibrator she had passed out clutching, found it and
lay back down on her back. Pressing the bullet-shaped dildo firmly
to what was still a very wet area, she reached for the phone and
began to browse for suitable inspiration, at precisely the moment
when the battery – phone, not buzzer – gave up, leaving her arousal
at the sole mercy of her inventiveness.

Megan reached for the
memory of the recent conversation, her first ever attempt at phone
sex, which had been intense beyond any prediction. No preamble, the
voice of a man she’d casually spoken to via a keyboard for months
but whose face she had never seen, had told her quite specifically
and with total precision what he would like to do with the subject
of the photo she had just sent, and what he was doing now, as he
spoke to her, while looking at her glistening pinkness on his
laptop.

And, no thought or
doubt in her mind that this was what she too wanted beyond all
things in this universe right at that moment, slUtty-fUckgal had
experienced everything he had said like it was happening in a world
as real as any she had ever felt. When he asked her where she
wanted his cum, she knew exactly where, she was right there, and
when he heard her breath catch and a series of slight gasps,
followed by the low rumble of a giggle, he joined her, and it was
to this thought, once again, that she sighed and fell back into a
deeper sleep than before.

There was no
missing Tamsin as she boarded the 11.30 East Coast service from
Kings Cross to Edinburgh that Thursday morning.

Her sassy bob newly
dyed a vivid turquoise, she wore those same lace-up platform boots
he had first seen on PhetX, an ankle-sweeping black velvet coat,
bought specifically for this encounter, the collar he’d sent before
the previous visit, and an electric-blue lipstick. Inside her
duffel bag, along with the jeans, T-shirts and trainers she planned
to wear in Newcastle, she had squirrelled a dog collar and chain
lead, photos of which she had already sent him.

Anything else they
might require, he had told her, they could find in the wooden
treasure chest at the foot of his bed.

It was a fresh spring
day and, although the journey was long, at more than four hours,
she kept her coat firmly fastened throughout. Underneath, as
requested, the purple and black corset dress was tightly laced,
something which, after much practice, she had done herself that
morning.

The chats they’d had,
the questions Alasdair had answered, in those weeks after meeting
him, were the reason she was sitting there now. She liked him,
trusted him. What he said, she listened to, but she knew he
listened to her too.

Unused as she was to
following her instincts, Tamsin was more inclined to need hard
facts for reassurance, and as he had listened, he had answered her
specific questions with a humility and matching meticulousness she
appreciated.

His self-control and
patience had been evident on many occasions, and their previous
encounter had shown her a man who both put her welfare first and
judged beautifully when it was time to assert his own authority.
His honesty, too, was impeccable, and not once had he pretended
that she was his only option, or coerced her to meet before she was
ready; everything had been on her terms. There was a place she
wanted to go, and she believed he was the perfect person to mentor
her on the journey.

And yet despite this,
as she stared at her reflection in the train window, chewing
nervously on her bottom lip, she was only marginally less jittery
than last time, and to protest otherwise would be a lie.

However, as the train
pulled into Edinburgh Waverley station, Tamsin gathered her
thoughts and her belongings and was almost in role as she stepped
on to the platform. The timid girl of their last rendezvous was
locked in her box; Tamsin pushed her shoulders back and felt the
stirrings of a welcome smile tickle the corners of her mouth. This
was a night she intended to own.

She walked the full
length of the platform, seeing him only at the last moment,
standing by the exit into the main station hall. Suited but with no
backpack or flowers this time, he carried a newspaper under one arm
and an umbrella in his hand, and on his face that same benevolent
smile greeted her own.

“You made it,” he
said, kissing her on both cheeks, so she smelt the fading alcohol
of a recently applied woody aftershave. “And I’m so glad you did.
You look a real sight to brighten up these weary old eyes.”

“Now,” he continued,
all practical, “let’s get ourselves into a taxi before the rain
that’s been threatening us all day pushes its way out.”

Again, she was
grateful for the matter-of-fact nature of his chatter, which,
alongside his warm reception, made everything just feel right.
Taking her bag from her, he opened the taxi door, letting her in
first, before sliding next to her and giving the driver
instructions on where they were heading. Along the way, he calmly
pointed out various landmarks and architectural features to his
visitor. It really didn’t matter what he said; the soothing tone
was everything.