This is part of a four part story that really needs to be read from the start in order to understand the plot. I hope you bear with me and enjoy what’s to come. The path to the cottage was overgrown, to the point where ducking to avoid the brambles that swung down from the branches of overhead trees was essential. I was caught more than once by the sharp barbs but with only the mild unpleasantness of pulling at the fabric of my light summer dress. The air smelt fresh and brightly coloured wild flowers kept the smile firmly on my face as I crept along, uncertain and unknowing.A feeling of insecurity suddenly hit me as I rounded a tree and entered the clearing; the old dilapidated shack facing me. It looked empty; it looked like it would fall down with the slightest breeze. I could feel myself become anxious. I don’t know why? I wanted to be here. Well, I thought I did.I looked at the paint peeling off every facet of the shack, the door was bare; a hint of faded red paint clung to the edges, trying its best to reveal its former glory. The rest of the wooden structure was decrepit and I was left wondering whether the act of opening the door would pull it clean away from its hinges.ooOooI wondered lots of things in those moments leading up to the door. I wondered who I had contacted on that internet site that suggested I come here; all in the name of erotica, excitement and adventure. It wasn’t so much as to what he suggested he would do to me; I could get that anywhere. It was more of how he suggested what he would do; even going as far as to tell me how I would feel. I thought that was a little arrogant but I still got excited at the thought of his descriptions. I tried to imagine how I would respond; often making myself wet in the process, on several occasions.By the time I had agreed to meet him, I had worked almanbahis myself up into a frenzy of sexual excitement that I could not ignore. I only knew him by the letter ‘M’. That was it.‘M’ caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand to attention every time we used the chat window. It wasn’t sexual; it was controlled erotica.ooOooAs my hand reached out for the handle, I found myself becoming highly aroused. A moist feeling spread down below and I could smell it. My nipples reacted as if it were a cold November night. I smiled as they poked through the thin fabric. In all honesty, the dress was an excuse for what I would ordinarily call, clothing.I twisted the handle and to my surprise the door creaked open. I stepped inside; pushing the door close as I let my bum lean into it. I let my eyes adjust to the room’s lighting and I took in its contents.A soft virgin-white glow filled the room. The house smelt musty.In the room was a chair, neatly placed next to the window; facing inwards towards the room. Two white curtains hung loosely over the poles while sunlight poured in through the gap between them. A picture frame hung on the wall, black in colour and empty; the cardboard backing curling away from the frame and showing signs of neglect. A small rectangular table ran the length of the metal framed bed; rust was bubbling through the white painted frame. The mattress didn’t look like much; cream coloured with brown patches. I wondered who? or what? had made the stains and how long ago? It felt seedy. It was seedy.At the far end of the other wall lay a table with a candle on it. I instinctively looked upwards for a sign of an electric light but there was none. It was a period shack, dating back to God knows when.There was a door, opposite and to the right of me; ajar and inviting exploration, but I almanbahis yeni giriş resisted the temptation.I took a few more steps into the room and stood before the table. At that moment, my rapid breathing told me I wanted to run. Run out of the shack and down the path to safety, but I couldn’t. My chest heaved and my breathing became more laboured. I was both excited and scared.I was riveted to the five envelopes on the table; pristine and white, numbered one to five and resting on the dust covered oak table. A small brass bell rested silently to the side of them.I closed my eyes and remembered all those words he used to seduce me. The words that made me come here. On my own. I felt Vulnerable and yet – safe. Scared and yet – calm. And when I heard his voice in my mind – excited.ooOooOver the last four months, the erotic tension I found myself generating from his words was unbelievable. I kept wishing he would tell me how hard he would fuck me and how big his cock was, but he didn’t. Everything was suggestive, hints and tips of what was to come. Over the first month he got bolder, and eventually I got it out of him, and believe me when I tell you, nine inches made me shiver with glee.Once I knew his size, I knew I wanted him. But he never made a move to suggest that we meet. He kept telling me how dark his mind was.He was taking my mind with him down the tunnel of blackness and depravity and he hadn’t even touched a hair on my head.Over the following two months the conversation got a little darker and then even more darker. It surprised me, because instead of turning me off, I became even more curious and excited. Curious about him and excited about what would happen if we met.I never found out his name or age or what he looked like. Somehow, his words were all I needed to hear.I would often almanbahis giriş masturbate at night. I even bought a nine inch dildo to see what it was like; though I was guessing on the girth. I would often play back his words or read an email or a message from him even though most of his suggestions were firmly committed to memory.I worked myself up into a sexual frenzy of need.Then he suggested we meet!ooOooSo this is it, I thought as I stared down at the five envelopes. Our first meeting and all the build-up and sexual tension contained in five letters.I bit my lip, hard. I had two choices, go through with it letter by letter or leave.I was scared. It’s all fun and games when you just talk about it but when you actually get to meet someone, face-to-face, then the reality may be a world apart from the picture you have in your head.I didn’t have a clue as to how he would treat me. Yet his words suggested that he was a nice person. From the language he used and the way he used it, I would have put him at late middle age; about twenty years older than me. Perhaps! But then again, perhaps not.I looked around the room for evidence that someone had been here, but there weren’t even any footprints on the dusty floor. It was as if the envelopes drifted in on the breeze all by themselves.A creepy silence filled the room; it had been there all the while, but only now I started to notice it.Not a sound.Not a breath.Even the breeze was afraid to make a sound as it fluttered the curtains from side to side.I suddenly became aware of my breath; hard and searching for answers as I picked up the first letter. I fingered the letter with the number one on it; twisting it over and over in my hand. Up and down and side to side. I even smelt it. There were no hints at all about who had left it there. How would he know that I had read it?I ripped the corner off and immediately kept still before slipping my finger into the hole and ripping down the seam. I pulled the letter from the envelope and let the latter fall to the table. I opened it and read his words.