I explained the swing rules that my man and I have. They would not allow me to meet him. He said, "Fair enough," but I went on to tell him that I brea... the rules all the time. We laughed. At half-time in the game, we'd finished our drinks and eats.“Do you want to go to my place?" he asked."Well, if you want me to." He told me I was beautiful and that his cock was rock hard already. I pretended to not believe him so he placed my hand on his pants. I felt him and grinned. "Wow," I said. We paid. (You see, I was still hoping it would happen this time.) When I walked into the bedroom, Amanda was under the covers with a towel wrapped around her head and one bare leg sticking out. She was sexy. She was adorable. She was also fast asleep. I was really glad I’d been there and done that — or in this case, not done that — before or I would have been disappointed. My memories of that night, after Simone and I left the restaurant flooded back into my brain as I turned out the light and climbed. "This?" Rose laughed. "Hey, you love this! Come on, tell me how much you love the whip."She advanced on the moaning librarian, and Gillian tried to pull herself over the table, to escape.Rose grabbed her and pulled her back, forcing her to her knees. She stood over Gillian; her legs spread wide, the whip close to Gillian's face.Gillian stared at the white leather dress just inches from her eyes. Rose's gloved hand moved closer, holding the whip; running the tight leather over Gillian's. To my surprise, the post was gone. I dug deeper and realized the author was no longer a member either. There was no admin note of a suspension or anything, so he obviously just deleted his account.“Okay, now you’ve got my attention,” I mumbled aloud. He had been a forum member for even longer than I had. I couldn’t think of a reason why he’d write a new story and immediately delete his account before almost anyone could read it. It was only about an hour’s drive to where I believed the story.