I was feeling a little frisky, which was not rare at all. I looked up at the little envelope icon. Could I really do this? Could I send a message to s...ome stranger and ask him to train me as a fuckpig? Apparently, I could, because that's exactly what I did. "Hi, I might be interested in online training, but I'm married and I don't want my husband to find out," is what I wrote. I was very careful to specify the "online" nature of my request. I had no intention of actually cheating on my husband.. I was friends with about a dozen of them on social media and had even met a few in real life. It was cool to talk to other girls going through the same problems as you. That first erection in the middle of gym class, talking about our first kiss with a girl, our first times. Many normal girls were curious about us.I had my share of girlfriends throughout high school. None lasted. Now at twenty and going to college, I was still playing around. I hadn't found anyone special, yet. I thought I had. .........? her voiced trailed off and again she listened while looking down at me smirking. I tried to scream or shout out MMMNPPPPHHH was all that came from my mouth. ?OK Mr Smith she will be here in the morning, but I should tell you that she is a bit kinky and likes it real rough, oh and don?t remove her gag, all the groaning you hear will be part of her joy of acting out the rape scene and leave her tied as you found her? . She said bye and hung up the call.I wriggled and struggled on the. And I still had happiness left over for the girlin the coffee shop who complimented me on my dress. Had there ever beena simpler gesture of gender solidarity than that? Men didn't do littlecompliments to strangers, but it was perfectly okay for women. Dare Isay, 'us women?' Probably not. Best not to get ahead of myself.I even had a smile for the sceptical, sturdy Customer Care Champion (AskMe About A Bra Fitting) called Joan who I found in Marks and Spencers.'You don't know what size you are,.