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Insult Me!
(Anna Mann)

Heart beating fast Patience prepared what she needed. It wasn't much, just her purse and a miniature bottle of whisky. What she had planned was the satisfaction of a crazy urge that had lived within her for more months than she could remember.

It had all begun through boredom. A researcher, she had been employed by a writer who wanted to explore a different angle. Formerly he had concentrated on action novels, blood and guts military stories, now he wanted to take a look at romance, and the pen name he had chosen declared that he was female and in his/her early thirties.

Patience had to give him romance from her perspective, she had to research the most popular plots, she also had to tell him what interested her the most.

"I prefer my romance to be a little spicier than mainstream." she had told him, she was young and adventurous, maybe not exactly worldly but still not a prude.

She had been given the go ahead to prepare a storyline for his his romance novel, and she was to make it spicy, but not crude.

But what I like isn't necessarily what everyone likes she told herself, and so she began to delve into the many erotic story sites. Soon she was wading through tales of Highlanders, and Football Stars, and Alpha Male Werewolf Shifters... and with a yawn she discovered that there definitely wasn't enough spice to hold her interest.

Time to take a break she told herself, and working on the theory of a change is as good as a rest she clicked through to another list of stories, and selecting a title at random she dived into a story that, despite being dreadfully presented and devoid of any style or structure, had her panting and dripping by the end.

That evening a craving was born and a fire lit inside her. Search after search brought her many more stories that followed the same theme. Deeper searches in the wider web revealed that not all of the stories were fiction, a few dark and deeply hidden forums featured first hand accounts of what she was beginning to dream about almost every night. For many weeks she tried to deny the urge that was starting to take a hold of her, after all, she couldn't really consider going through with such a crazy and kinky idea. She was a decent woman, she respected herself, she didn't go for nude selfies, she didn't even swear (that much). I'm not a pervert or deviant she told herself, yet still the prospect of what was constantly in her head made her permanently horny. So often she ran through different scenarios, some were just impractical, others were too tame, but a few she could see working... and tonight is the night I discover if it really will work she told herself, then taking a deep breath she stepped through her front door, locked and hid the key under a loose paving slab, because she didn't want to risk losing it during her upcoming adventure.

Standing at the bus stop she checked her reflection in the shelters glass panel side. 

Slutty enough? She didn't think so, raising her already short skirt revealed more of her chunky ebony thighs. No higher she told herself, any higher and she would be exposing shaved pussy as she walked. 

No panties, she giggled softly, it was something she'd never done before, in fact until she had started reading erotica it was something she would never dream of doing in a million years, now a gentle breeze teased her wet lips and it feels so good she admitted, maybe no panties will happen again even if I don't want to do everything I've got planned a second time.

Patience had bought a boob tube especially for the evening ahead, it was a garment she'd never wanted to own previously because she was blessed with overly large and almost permanently erect nipples. Wearing a boob tube with a bra was pointless, wearing one without, for Patience, would draw far too much attention to her chest. It was attention she always avoided but not tonight she chuckled as she looked down at the cork-like outlines beneath the clinging fabric. Tonight I'm relying on these to catch the eye, I want everyone to stare.