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Getting Some Kink Out of His System

Mack’s palm itched. The woman walking down the sidewalk in front of him had the most luscious, round, jiggling ass he’d seen in a long time. He wanted to feel the connection of his palm with her skin. He wanted to see her flesh turn pink. He wanted to know what sounds she’d make with each blow. Would she become soft and pliant? Would she shriek and thrash around? When he touched her cunt, how wet would it be?

“You’ve got to get a grip, dude. I see you eyeing that chick’s ass. We aren’t in London to pick up women, submissive or not.” Mack looked at his business partner, Brian, in surprise. “Dude, you’re practically drooling and you keep clenching your fist. Anyone with eyes could see it. Don’t give me that innocent look.”

Mack sighed. Ever since he’d broken up with his last babygirl, he hadn’t spanked anyone’s ass. He didn’t even care about fucking. He just needed to get some aggression out with a willing ass.

This trip to London was supposed to help jump start their new online, kink-friendly marketing business, but all he wanted to do was tie some woman up and flog the hell out of her. He needed to hear the moans, pants, gasps, and oh yeah, the screams of pleasure. He wanted to feel the burn in his hand during a spanking or in his arm as he brought the crop or flogger down over and over again. The beads of sweat on his forehead, the rush of blood to his cock, the peace and quiet in his head – he could use all of that, too.

But first he had to find a willing woman. He considered finding someone at the dungeon they were supposed to visit later that week, but he didn’t want the St. Andrew’s Cross or a spanking bench. He wanted a warm bed with messy sheets. He wanted the possibility of something more.

“Man, I know. You’re right, okay? I admit it. But if I don’t spank some willing woman’s ass soon, my head might explode.” Mack ran his hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. “My former girl used to say that she needed spankings to quiet all the noise in her head. For the first time, I think I know what she meant. There’s too much noise in here. And I don’t want to do it in the dungeon on Friday. That’s not what we’re here for.”

Brian chuckled. “Yeah, dude, I could have told you that you need to get a few licks and thumps in. You’ve been a fucking beast lately. Look, I’ve got something that might help.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a shiny business card. “That last client, Mr. Horatio, gave this to me. Told me to give them his name, and they’d take care of us.”

Mack took the proffered business card, looked at it, then back at his partner in shock. “London Escort Girls 4 U? An escort service? So I can get some kink out of my system? Really?!”

“Mr. Horatio says that some of the girls are adventurous and willing to do almost anything.” Seeing the disbelief in Mack’s face, Brian sighed. “If this is what you need to get your shit together so we can get through the next few meetings, I say go for it. You’ll still have to negotiate with whoever she is. And I know you, you’ll play safe. Just do it.”

Just do it. Mack laughed to himself and shoved the card in his pocket. He may “just do it” after all. Anything to get the noise in his head to shut the hell up and to feel warm skin beneath his palm again.

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Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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