letters from kasey

for a while now, i've been getting letters from a girl named kasey.. i have never met her, but we correspond and exchange pictures.. i thought i would share some of her letters to me with you, dear readers.. it seems kasey has had many adventures, and is a very bad girl, and i thought some of you might enjoy reading about an alternative girl living an alternative lifestyle..

here goes:

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Beginnings:

Hi. i'm kasey. i didn't start off on my wild experiences even being aware that i knew about S&M. During my marriage, i had dabbled in some minor things like light bondage, getting cutesy little swats on my ass, even light pressure applied to my neck during sex. It wasn't until a few years later when i was deeply involved in it that i learned that all this was part of a bigger picture.

i was in a loveless marriage - definitely a sexless one - and one day in december of 1999, i woke up at the age of 40 and made the decision that i didn't wanna someday discover at the age of 80 that my whole life had slipped away from me, just to find i was still miserable and unloved, untouched, living a silent death.

So i did something about it - i got online. And oh my god! i realized there was actually an exciting world out there. Through the anonymity of the internet, and a little moxie, i took the plunge and started chatting with different men. At first, it was men who lived far away - safe enough, i thought.

Until i "met" a man from montreal, canada. He was very into s&m, and was very dominant. We began chatting. i remember he was actually the first man i ever had phone sex with. He was very demanding, and had lots of authority and control. All i could think of was wanting to be controlled by him so when we would talk, i would do everything he said - even though he couldn't see me, or even see if i was obeying.

He would have me do things i normally didn't do - hell, i didn't do most of these things -- like slap my pussy really hard, or masturbate using an empty corona bottle filled with boiling hot water. i found that these things really turned me on. Was it the actions that were so hot, or was it finally being with a man who took control that just really made me crazy?

i actually finally met him. It was about a year into our chats that i flew to denver to meet him. He was on a conference with his job, and since i was able to, i bought tickets to fly to the mile high city to visit him. i picked him up from the airport, and immediately he took control. He told me to drive him to his hotel, and the moment we got inside his room, he bent me over the sofa, and tore down my skirt and started fucking my ASS. No, he didn't start with my drenching wet pussy - he went directly for my ass.

Aat this time of my life, i had only had anal sex a very few times, so my ass was (ok, still is) so very very tight. And he was not gentle either. He rammed his big cock right up my ass, forcing himself deep inside me as i was directed to not make a fucking sound.

We finally moved over to the bed, and he continued raping my almost virgin ass. He was about 10 years younger than me, and since i was used to a man about 6 years older who almost NEVER wanted sex (and when he did - it was very normal and polite), i felt as if i were being totally used and abused.

OK, i loved it!

After we played a while, we decided to go clubbing, and we went to a fun bar where there were "dueling pianos" on stage - guys who would sing naughty songs, using audience participation and they were a lot of fun. We were drinking a bit, and feeling incredibly horny despite the hours of fun we had just experienced. I was wearing a tank top and a long skirt which was split up the side, and per his instructions - no panties.

Since the club was extremely crowded, we had to stand on the second tier, above some tables, by a rail. About 30 minutes into the show, he started feeling me up. He started innocently enough - rubbing my back, giving me kisses - but he got very bold, and actually put his hand up my skirt and started rubbing my clit. i had to use the rail to balance myself, because he was being forceful. There were people all around us, and seriously, i thought they were making a great shield to hide what we were doing. Apparently i was wrong, because about 20 minutes into the naughtiness, a bouncer came over and asked us to leave the bar!! OMG that was crazy! i was embarrassed, of course, but so amazingly turned on.

We left and had a good laugh about getting kicked out of a bar. He had to get back to his hotel, so i dropped him off, and i never saw him again, although i did keep in touch via the internet and phone for about a year.

This was my first taste of being with a dominant man, and believe me, it just whetted my appetite for more experiences as a submissive slut. So i got back online, looking for more local fun.

More to come in following letters.

i am -

kasey