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A Kinky LibrarianHow do you use online dating if you?re a kinky woman? That was the question that I was asking myself. I suppose that it didn?t matter if you had no objection to the world at large knowing you were a really kinky tart but that was not the case. I am by profession a librarian; I work at a respected academic institution who would not appreciate my taste in clothing when I want sex to become known publicly, and for that matter neither would I.The thing is you see that during the day I wear what you would expect from the stereotypical librarian. Even down to my underwear I am conventional having sensible knickers and bra. Even by the standards of my fellow librarians my dress is conservative. Even outside work I wear jeans but not very tight fitting or sexy ones. Well that is the public persona.It is however a disguise for the real me. The me that likes leather, vinyl and similar outrageous materials as well as very tall boots, gloves that come up to my armpits and items such as leather under-bust corsets. A tiny PVC thong is my idea of fun. Fine, that is what I wear in the safety of my home, a large top story flat of a five story Victorian mansion. It is located where nobody can see in the windows, nobody goes past my door as I have the whole of the top floor to myself. As it happens, I own the entire building having inherited it from my parents. I had it converted into flats and I rent them out, which since it is in a desirable location, amounts to a tidy sum in income to add to my professional income. Add to that investments also inherited from my parents and I am a comfortably off, kinky librarian. What I lack however is companionship in my kinkiness and frankly sex. Fine I do get screwed on occasions as if you are not to picky and half reasonably looking then it is not difficult for a woman to get laid. I get propositioned by men who think I will be an easy target for casual sex and provided they aren?t too bad then I am really that easy.The trouble is I cannot indulge my love of kink with even the nice ones, some are you know, usually the shy ones who cannot believe their luck when I agree. I cannot say how do you feel about me making love to you in boots that reach all the way up to my crotch. They might like it but can I guarantee they wont blab like or not. The answer is of course, I can?t.I decided that the solution to my problem was to use an on line dating site. Surfing the net, I found one that seemed reasonable and started poking around. Whilst suspicious about the honesty of some of the men whose profiles I read that was to be expected. I am sure the men find the same that people are not prepared to be honest too publicly. Then I realised that I would have to be the same. It was not possible, even with the anonymity of such sites, to put on a profile ?wants a man who likes PVC leather and kinky clothes?. Well not for me anyway. Apart from anything else I was into the clothing not sadomasochism, bondage or anything like that. All I wanted was to dress up.Take this evening the what I had on, as I was trying to put together my profile. I was wearing dark brown leather boots that were mid-thigh, a matching leather mini skirt and corset with for once no gloves, as they got in the way of typing. I filled in my details as honestly as possible, correct age, my assessment of my attractiveness which was average, well I put above average which wasn?t to much of an exaggeration. I could be honest about my body type, hair length etc. Hobbies, well books, reading, literature. I was a librarian for a reason but then again, I do like going for walks and classical music so that was fine. I eventually got it nearly all done. I was pretty liberal with things like my targets looks and age range for the men I wanted to meet. No smokers though, that is something I could not bring my self to accept. Then it came to the profile pictures. The site allowed you to have some public ones and some only for your favourite people. Well, the public one was easy, I met my friend Jan and got her to take a shot of me wearing the brown boots but underneath one of my smarter knee length skirts. I took trouble making myself up and had my hair done. On top I wore a lovely dusky pink, cashmere jumper. I thought I managed sext an elegant rather well.Then I surprised Jan when I asked her to take the private photos. The knee length skirt was swapped for a leather mini-skirt. Then for another the jumper was removed to show the corset underneath. Jan had not realised I could do sexy. Even so I didn?t have the nerve to go the whole way. No PVC, no gloves, no under-bust corset showing my tits, nice though I though they were.The profile went on line and I started to get responses really quite quickly. Most were of no interest whatsoever even with my liberal attitude to different men. Sorry lads most of us are probably hoping to find a sex güvenilir bahis partner but use a bit of finesse about it. Putting as your principal interest porn is not going to get the right reaction, even if like me you quite enjoy it yourself. No if you met someone in a physical situation you would not say in the first five minutes come to bed with me would you? Or if you would the answer would be an emphatic, no.Right then, scratch the unsubtle sex maniacs, that left the other much nicer guys. I tried talking to some of them and many were quite nice. There was one I was quite hopeful of and I added him as a friend but unfortunately, he ran a mile when he saw my sexier photos. Look they were not outrageous, not like I was currently dressed in red PVC and playing with my vibrator. I gave up on attracting men for the moment and got down to some serious masturbation. I lay back on the bed and ran the vibrator around all my most sensitive bits and imagined that it was some charming hunk doing it all, who found my tastes so alluring. A man who was run his tongue across my labia as he ran his hand up my shiny plastic encased legs. Kissing me passionately as I wrapped those same slippery limbs around his body. Getting screwed by his impressive member.It was an alluring fantasy and I brought myself to a satisfactory climax thinking about it. It was however not reality and the next night I got in, ordered a pizza delivered and got some housework done whilst I was waiting. Once it arrived a got myself a glass of Pinot Grigio from the wine box and stripped off my normal clothes. Tonight, gloves and boots were electric blue vinyl. One major advantage of vinyl is that it easy to clean. I can be a mucky pup and got some of the pizza sauce smeared on my glove. I just licked it off whilst imagining my virtual hunk doing it for me before moving on to licking so much more. Before I got distracted, I went to the computer. I started typing but forgot that my sexy gloves were a nuisance. I had a quick play and then took them off, before going back to the keyboard.All the days weirdo?s and men interested in things that I didn?t like were cast aside. Then I spotted one man who was a possibility. I read the profile, slightly older than me, no problem there. An accountant and solvent so again no problem. I didn?t want someone who would want me to support them sorry. It would be a different thing if we were in a relationship already and they lost their income but I wasn?t going to start out that way. Nice photos, liked reading and literature several other things that matched my interests. Even had a nice name, Ben. The question was would he like the real me?Well, he had contacted me first, so I replied to his polite request to chat some more and then waited. I didn?t get a reply straight away. I looked at his profile some more and decided I really liked what I was seeing. So back it was fantasy time again. On went the gloves and it was playtime again, though this time I used my fingers getting deep inside my slit and playing. Just for good measure I slipped in a butt plug and imagined that it was Ben giving me a good buggering. I do like being taken up the arse as I had found with one boyfriend who introduced me to it. I am kinky in more ways that one. The problem was that whilst he was good at sex in other ways he was a total pratt and it didn?t last.By now you must have realised that the good little librarian is not just a kinky cow but a seriously bad girl and I am frankly totally unapologetic about it. Its my life and I don?t hurt anyone else with it. I am up for most things that do not involve physical injury or pain. The question is, was Ben?The next morning though I saw I had a message from him. With some trepidation I opened it up fearing that he was not interested. I realised that I really wanted a positive answer. As it turned out, I needn?t have worried, for he was quite enthusiastic and was keen on talking more. Very politely he asked if I minded him seeing my private photos. Here goes I thought. Will he disappear when he sees them?. I tried to convince myself that if so, then he wasn?t the man for me after all. If he couldn?t handle clothes that I would wear out on the street then the rest of it would make him freak.I didn?t get an answer straight away in fact not until I was home from the library that evening. I was nervous and put off opening the message up just in case. At least he had replied which was more than the other one I had scared off did. I cooked my supper, an omelette with crusty bread and fresh butter. Got changed into some sexier gear which on this occasion was black leather, boots, gloves and corset with no knickers.I knew I was prevaricating as I pulled a tit out of the corset and started playing with it. I had been a bad girl at work, I was dressed demurely as normal but had kept the butt plug in all day. türkçe bahis I sat back in my comfortable office chair and had a good fondle before going back to the computer somewhat hot and sweaty.Again, I need not have worried as Ben made it clear that he was very much interested and had liked my photos. In fact, it was clear that he liked them a lot. I was greatly encourage by this and we sent back messages several times that evening. Then as it was getting late we reached the point where we decided to risk swapping email addresses. The previous year I had gone to Brighton and had paid for a rather private photo shoot. The photographer was unashamedly gay and utterly uninterested in my body, other than for artistic purposes. As a result, I was quite adventurous. I decided to let Ben see one of the tamer shots from that session. The one I chose was me in high heeled black boots, leather dress and matching gloves. This was the test if he liked that shot then we had a good start on the kink compatibility. The response was all that I could have wished for in the form of a very polite and erudite drool. Ben very much liked the shot and with only a cursory attempt at subtlety enquired if I had done any more with the implication of the naughtier the better.At this point caution made me coy. You will have to wait and see is what I said, though I did send one similar to the last but in a different outfit, leather jeans, suede boots and a blue brocade to which he replied with more drool though phrased elegantly. There was no doubt that he appreciated my taste in clothes now we had to see about the rest.Messages flew back and forth for a few days plus some more photos, his as well as mine. What became clear is that he definitely liked leather and the general look. For himself he didn?t go for that sort of thing but he liked to see women wearing it. Kinky bugger but that of course was just up my street. Oh most certainly it was.The amount of playing with myself that went on was considerable though now the hunk had Ben?s face. I knew that in fact he was fairly normal in build but I didn?t care it was my private fantasy. I did however have to be firm with myself and remind my errant libido that the real thing was different.A phone call and we arranged to meet. The next task was that, I had to decided how to dress for the vital first meeting. I was fairly restrained in that we would be meeting in public, even so those who new me would have be surprised at the daring Jane, that was of course the real Jane. At work my hair was always up in a practical bun, that night it was flowing free and reached well down my back. As for clothes I was wearing my beige leather jeans that show of that I have a fairly decent bum. Add a nice corset and suede thigh high boots that complement the jeans nicely and that is what Ben first saw.Ben spotted me the moment I came up the escalator and came over to me almost at a run clearly excited. It was all most flattering. ?Wow you look something else again. I knew you were pretty but the photos don?t do you justice.?A polite lie I thought, but one I liked. Every girl likes to be admired and I lapped it up. The plan was just for us to have a coffee and a chat but that is not how it turned out. The two of us got on famously and Ben was for me, an interesting guy. The love of literature was not feigned, he really did like my favourite subject. Accounting was for him a way of earning a living, quite a good one as it happened since he was chartered and good at his job. None the less words interested him more than figures.We spent the entire evening together and had a meal and I was at my best because I was comfortable in his company and relaxed. The genuine complements certainly helped my well being and I got in a few of my own, a couple of literary references, which he got, that compared him favourably with literary heroes of the more sophisticated variety.Well then, the first date went more than just OK but as I knew full well, getting to the second was the next challenge. None the less we managed it without difficulty and I was fairly restrained in my dress so as not to over do things. I knew that Ben liked some of the stuff that I wore but not how much. This time we were going for a walk through London. It was winter and for once fairly cold so I wore a warm woollen dress with low heeled but tall leather boots and very long leather gloves. The thing was that Ben could not tell how long either the boots or gloves were under my coat. That was the theory, except the walk ended up at his place and I had to take my coat off. The sleeves of the dress covered my shoulders but not my elbows. Without the coat it was obvious how very long they were. Well, he had to find out sometime, didn?t he?. The reaction was somewhat unexpected, for him rather embarrassingly as it caused a hard on. Ben went very red in the face güvenilir bahis siteleri but clearly found how I was dressed, very sexy. Faint heart never won fair lady and the same applies to guys.?Look neither of us expected this but my kinky gloves are very clearly much to you liking which for me is great because I really love things like this. Do you want to throw caution to the winds??Well he did, Ben admitted that he liked exactly the kind of things that I did. In short order off came my dress and our first kiss was with me in by bra and knickers plus of course the boots and gloves. As a kiss it was long and steamy what is more the hard on, got more obvious. Now caution says that I should have made my excuses and waited for the next date. Bugger caution, I was as hot and turned on as he was.Instead of putting my dress back on and leaving, off came the bra and thong and very quickly I made use of that lovely big hard on. A blow job to get it well and truly lubricated and it was soon inside me. My leather clad arms and legs were wrapped around his body and we were both loving it. With no sign of nervousness or holding back we fucked with great abandon. I was glad his house was old and as a result had thick walls because when I climaxed, I was pretty vocal. I had such a very good time, for that matter so did Ben.I didn?t go home that night only reluctantly leaving Sunday night after a very passionate time. What is more, I saw Ben again Monday night when he came to my place. I already knew that he also liked the idea of PVC so that is what I wore and little else. The evening was a success and I got a jolly good buggering which I enjoy.The relationship continued to flourish and I realised how lucky I was to find just the right man for me. Ben had no serious vices as far as I was concerned and oh so many virtues. Wow a man who managed to mix randy with considerate. If I liked it, he would try it, apparently the anal had been his first time at enjoying buggery. Whilst not inexperienced his previous partners had been pretty restrained in their activities.Our relationship continued to thrive and we spent more and more of our spare time in each others company and I was wearing all the clothes that gave us so much pleasure. What is more we explored all the sexual games that we mutually liked.What was better was that a couple who were amongst his closest friends had similar tastes. It was fun going round for dinner with both us girls dressed in our kinkiest gear. Pasta, prosecco and PVC, just my kind of evening. This got even more fun was when they introduced us to another couple who were very much the same as us. The six of us got to be great friends and still are even now after so many years. My friend Jan, who had taken the photos picked up on some of the things that I said and wormed the rest out of me. I was of course trying to avoid her finding out the truth but she new me well and got it out of me. The weird thing was that she liked the idea, it excited and thrilled her. What is more she found that her husband thought the same and later they admitted to me that it had brought them closer together. Our six became eight though eventually they had to move away to the other end of the country.Whilst none of us wanted to indulge in partner swapping when we were together with us girls dressed in our sexy gear we did a lot more without partners than would be normally socially acceptable up to and including having sex. Not all the time, but not infrequently either. Somehow our shared love of kinky clothes had established a trust between us that allowed such behaviour. It was a very few months before Ben and I decided to move in together. As we were considering it the subject of marriage came up. The conclusion we came to was that actually that was something that we wanted and Ben proposed to me on one knee, whilst I was wearing a waspie and tall button up boots. I of course said yes. The engagement present I got from him was crotch length cream leather boots which were absolutely gorgeous. My present to him was the results of another photo shoot in Brighton, a very adventurous one this time.The wedding ceremony was lovely. I was I am told radiant in my cream wedding dress. What most could not see was that underneath I was wearing my engagement present boots. My three bridesmaids wore midnight blue satin dresses which also concealed very tall boots. There were some very private wedding shots taken by my favourite photographer.Life has treated us well and we have all remained friends and added another couple of kinky types to our number. Nowadays my hair is dyed and maybe my charms are reduced somewhat but Ben still loves me and is turned on by my kinky gear just as much. Whatever time has done to my body, I can still get into it all having with some effort kept my dress size the same as when I married. I have of course considerably added to my collection of clothing and was trying to decide what to wear for our dinner party this evening, the metallic gold or instead go for classic black. Oh, if the students only knew how in private, what a kinky librarian they had.