You’ve always wanted the same thing, for as long as you can remember, haven’t you? Traditional job, traditional marriage, two-point-four children, and to raise them yourself at home. You’re so lucky that you got what you wanted - you know you should be satisfied, don’t you? However, as with all things, it’s become mundane. You're a drab little sparrow, trying to find crumbs of reward in a dreary life, and that’s why you join the sex site.
Suddenly, there’s a whole world out there. You can flirt and giggle your way through the long, dull evenings, when your husband works late, or stares at the TV and ignores you, and your children are finally in bed. You meet men - and women - from all over the world online, and you’re fascinated by the similarities and differences between them. Your well-ordered life blends into shades of grey and beige in the background of your mind, and instead you embrace a whole rainbow spectrum of new ideas and experiences, floating in a bubble of curiosity and desire. Even while your hands are engaged in laundry and housework, your mind and spirit roam, exploring these new avenues of possibilities.
It’s funny how you can “click” with someone you’ve never met. That connection that develops through the typed word only, and makes it so much easier to share intimate thoughts and feelings and desires with a stranger. Especially when he lives hundreds of miles away. It’s safe, meaning you can keep those two parts of your life separate. All you have to do is put your phone down, and return to being a wife and mother. Little brown sparrow, that no-one really notices.
Until he says he has to travel for work. He’ll be here. In your town. And now you have a decision to make. It’s been months of chatting online - you progressed from emails to live text chat, to voice messages, to photos, to phone calls… and now there’s this real, exciting, terrifying possibility.
Suddenly, your two worlds are colliding. Can you bear to keep living this monochrome life of work, grocery shopping, child-care, cooking, cleaning, round and round, never-ending cycle of dullness?
You can’t. These new thoughts and desires beat at the cage inside your head. That little sparrow has become a trapped hummingbird, fluttering its multi-coloured wings, desperate to escape those bars and explore the possibilities
He's already shown you so much. About yourself, your needs, and how he can satisfy them, mentally and physically. It's like he's in your head. He knows exactly how to make you writhe with desire, how to keep you balanced on that precipice of desperation, and how to tip you over. And he's never even touched you. You've spent so long pleasuring yourself at his command, imagining your fingers are his fingers, your toy is his cock. All the time, his voice is teasing, instructing, holding you back, pushing you to cum over and over again, until you're soaked and almost delirious with the strength of the feelings he inspires in you.
He frees your spirit, opens the cage and lets that bright, excited, curious hummingbird soar.
All the best stories hinge on the main character making a choice, and you’ve made yours. Life-changing, nerve-wracking, heart-stopping, spine-tingling, spirit-freeing, for better for worse, you’re going to do this…
Maybe.
The messages become a little terse the day before. You've got cold feet, but don't want to say so. He knows, but doesn't want to push you. This free spirit stuff can be a little intimidating.
"What if I can't?"
"If you can't make it, it's fine. I have to be here anyway, I'd love to see you, even if it's just for a walk, or coffee. It doesn't matter what does or doesn't happen."
You didn't mean if you can't make it, you meant if you can't let that hummingbird free; if you turn back into a sparrow again at the last minute.
There's a Starbucks, near the motorway. It's easy to find, and there's a place to walk through the trees. Through the trees, there's a field where no-one ever goes...
Coffee and a walk is perfectly sane and sensible. There will be people, and you can chat, make sure it's as easy and magical in person as it has been by phone. And then you can see if you want to be a sparrow or a hummingbird.
In the morning, you have a long, luxurious shower. With foam running over your slick skin, you shiver as you imagine how it will feel to have his hands on you, stroking, caressing, exploring. Pinching your nipples, you close your eyes, picturing him there in front of you. Your fingers slip between your wet lips, brushing over your sensitive clit, and the jolt of desire it creates makes your knees buckle, makes you moan aloud. Slipping a finger inside, then another, you anticipate his cock being there later today. You ache for him. That need is so strong, like a pull, a twist inside you. You don't want to cum now. Save it for him. You promised.
Every hair is plucked, every nail polished to perfection, makeup light and subtle. You leave your hair down - when he talks about pulling it, you melt. You need to feel that. After much deliberation, you've decided to wear a wrap-dress. All the planning ahead makes you smile. Just in case. The same just in case that made you check that the picnic blanket is still in the boot of the car.
Time flies... in spite of all your overthinking, you're suddenly there, in the carpark. And so is he. Taller and broader than he appeared from photos, he smiles, which is when you know it's going to be exactly as you hoped. You hug, fitting perfectly into his chest, his chin on the top of your head. That click that began in a chatroom a few months ago is so strong, it takes your breath away.