It wasn't until 10 to 15 years ago that my non-vanilla side really surfaced. My wife at the time had seriously lost interest in sex and I was terribly frustrated. I was looking for some form of sexual release and stumbled upon a profile for a married woman that wanted an anonymous lover. While trading emails I learned that "Martha" was married, she was short, and a bit chubby, had a marvelous sense of humor, was lonely, and that her husband was an arrogant and insensitive prick. I don't just base this on her assertions, but actually met him where he worked as a used car salesman. I disliked him almost instantly. She told me that the few times he ever touched her in the last 3 years, he spunked and went soft in less than a minute, thus leaving her sticky, disappointed, and totally frustrated. Her fantasy was to be taken by a stranger, someone that had staying power, someone that would use her, take his pleasure, and reward her with a lot of orgasms. The plan was that she would leave the door unlocked, and at the appointed time, I was to walk in, find her wet, blindfolded, and tied to the ottoman. Nobody was to speak. I was to spank her, drop my pants, screw her hard and fast to several orgasms, finish, and leave. All this without speaking a word. This knocked my vanilla world on its ear. I have enjoyed organizing kinky little trysts ever since.