Free Sixty-Nine by Pynk Page A

Miami Beach. It
     was more than enough room for a single solitary bachelorette. The pale yellow stucco house with the red clay roof sat neatly
     at the end of a cul-de-sac. The side entry, two-car garage had white carriage doors.
    Her diffuser burned Thai fruit scented oil all through her bedroom suite. The amber nightlight near her dresser was subtle.
     The screen of her computer shined light on her curious face. She had the overhead fan at medium speed to cool the effects
     of another warm day in January, including the warmth exuding from her heated loins.
    Heated because the words meet , real , sex , partners , tonight , filled Magnolia’s eyes, all the result of her viewing the website GrownFreakyFolks.com, the site she kept getting emails
     about, especially lately.
    The tagline said “Swingers, Free Adult Chat, and Adult Personals.” The home page offered links for live webcam viewing of
     videos in every category from guy-on-guy, to Latin love, to whatever. GFF, as it was called, was a freakazoid’s playground.
    Magnolia’s newbie heart skipped one beat after another. Anticipatory.
    She sighed a virgin sex-site sigh, taking in the X-rated screen before her. Photos of members named LickitySplit, HeadLover,
     and BlackSugarDaddy were exposed before her in graphic nude poses with sex dripping from their heads to their toes.
    She sat up straight, only wearing an orange bra and matching lace boy shorts, scooted closer…and clicked Join, typing her
     new screen name as if she’d thought of it beforehand, MaggieVirgin. “Never use your real name,” she said aloud, recalling
     what some dating expert said one time on television. Forcing her thoughts to get a grip and shift to the land of the wild,
     brave, and sexalicious, she deleted MaggieVirgin and tried TightandRight, then CurvesAhead. Taken. SomeSkill. She shook her head and said, “Not.”
    TastyTangie. Her adventurous brain gave a finger snap. “That’s it. But how the hell would I know if I’m tasty or not?” She
     hit Enter. Accepted. Welcome TastyTangie. Credit card information entered, and she was an official online adult friend.
    After twenty minutes of filling out her profile, setting preferences, revealing boundaries, detailing turn-offs, turn-ons,
     and turn-outs, and such tantalizing bits of info, her profile was nearly complete. All but the photo.
    Damn. Can’t put my headshot on here. Nothing but ladies ’ body parts and men’s dicks. Oh boy. Well, Magnolia, you need to quit playing. You’ve gone this far. She made up her mind to play nice.
    Grabbing her digital camera from the bookcase above her desk, she got up and stepped along the cool bamboo flooring, and headed
     straight to her queen canopy bed. She lay back on the black and white flowered comforter with the mauve covered pillows, and
     pulled off her boy shorts. She positioned the camera right between her legs and felt a flutter in her stomach. She sensed
     the beat of her shocked heart against the mattress. “No way I’m showing my landing strip vagina for the world to see.” She
     sat up and took off her orange bra. Her heavy breasts hung free and she looked down at them as if she was waiting for them
     to perk themselves up and participate. Magnolia lifted one up and it drooped back down. She put her bra back on. “This is
     gonna have to be a bra cleavage shot.”
    She stood in front of the dresser mirror, turned off the flash and took the picture, but it was too dark. She turned the flash
     back on and again aimed the camera toward her, looking at the viewfinder through the mirror. Click. She got a shot from her
     neck to her upper belly that she thought made her breasts look two sizes larger, but she said, “That’s gonna have to do.”
    Within an hour after adding her sexy pic, TastyTangie was already invited to accept a chat with five members, in particular,
     Carl10Inches, who lived within ten miles. Thirty minutes after chatting with him back and forth, she blocked the