You’ve seen Post Secret, anonymous postcards with heart-warming and terrible secrets. You’ve seen Texts from Last Night, hilarious, usually drunken text message exchanges. Now you have Filthy E-mails, a blog that collects and runs anonymous electronic messages with a filthy intent.
She wakes up early and quickly jumps in the shower. She makes sure everything is washed and completely shaved. She fixes her hair, puts on makeup and tries her hardest to resist the urge the run her fingers between her legs.
The skirt feels silky as it is pulled up her long smooth legs. The hem falls just below her ass cheeks. His strict instructions were NO panties. The red shelf bra is put on and fastened in the back. This lifts her tits while keeping the nipples available for any potential use. She picks up the black permanent marker and writes the words he has instructed on the top of her tits, above her nipples: PIG SLUT.
The white tank top is put on next, allowing for her new label to be easily visible. She quickly puts her shoes on and heads out of the door. Her heart races as she pulls up to the truck stop. He ordered her to go inside and purchase a drink. She carefully gets out of her car and walks inside. There are a handful of unwashed grungy truckers inside who instantly start gawking at her. She bends over to pick up a bottle off the bottom shelf.
All eyes are on her bare ass. She slowly walks up to the counter and buys the drink as the cashier stares at her in stunned silence. She gets back into her car and heads for the interstate.
An hour later, she arrives at her destination. She grabs her wallet, cell phone, and blindfold and again carefully gets out of her car. There aren’t too many people down at the Riverwalk. However, it is a very chilly early morning and her nipples become erect instantly, poking through the thin fabric of the tank top. She walks to their meeting place and places her wallet and cell phone on the picnic table. Her heart pounds out of her chest as she walks over to the overlook on the river. She takes a deep breath as she ties the blindfold around her eyes. Both of her scared hands grip the handrail as she leans over slightly — just enough for the skirt to allow her ass cheeks to poke through.
After what feels like forever, she hears footsteps behind her…
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