To give you a better picture of me, I’m 6ft, 195 lbs, short red hair, smooth body, 5 1/2 inch cut cock, decent shape.My curiosity to receive a spank...ing as an adult grew more and more. I was wanting to be spanked by an older man. Not a severe spanking, but one that would leave my ass red. And to have a feeling of shame, embarrassment, guilt and being exposed to another man, a complete stranger, in such a naughty way.I signed up to a gay spanking fetish website, and after some time, I finally met. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you alright?” I asked, concerned. Had I taken the role-play too far? Surely not.“No, it’s okay, I’m just being silly, I’m so sorry, Jack,” Izzy blubbed, wiping away a genuine single tear from her eye, “It’s just, it’s just… No I shouldn’t bother you with this. I just met you.”“No, it’s fine, if you need to talk to someone. You know, weirdly, sometimes someone you don’t know is easier to talk to,” I said sympathetically, handing her a tissue.“Thank you,” Izzy said taking the. ” He realized she had some kind of slight accent which he couldn’t place at that moment, perhaps Russian or Slavic. They both sipped their beer and began to make introductory small talk. By the end of the second beer he had learned that she was recently widowed after being married for 25 years. She had two children in college and lived in Los Angeles. She wasn’t sure if she was going to stay there because she was tired of the pollution. It seemed that her husband had left her fairly. I said.“If I put my kids in the nursery can you come over?”Gulp, “Sure, what time.”“As soon as your folks leave.”I waited as long as I could when they left and looked carefully around the back to make sure no one was looking and knocked softly at Julie’s door.I could smell alcohol on her breath as she pulled me in and stuck her tongue in my mouth again. She was wearing a pink shorty see thru top, no bra and pink panties. She was drinking rum and coke with ice and she took a drink and kissed me.
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