The Flight js@smilingwithteeth.com   All my life I had been searching for something special. I thought I had found it when I got married over 20 years ago. When my divorce had been finalized, I felt as if I had been stabbed with a knife, right through the heart. I didn't realize it back then, but it was the start of my search for something special. A journey that would bring me into the world of the cyber spanking community. I had always been a spankophile. For those who may not know what that term means, I define it as someone who desires to either be spanked, or spank someone else. A spankophile needs to have spanking in their lives, in order for them to feel complete. Without it, there will always be that feeling that something important is missing. It's like putting together a puzzle, and realizing that while it is almost perfect, there is still something wrong with it. Something that simply looks out of place. Meeting people online was easy. I did it all the time. Sometimes those meetings turned into real life adventures, each one of them leaving me with another experience to grow from. Some of these experiences were good, while others I could have lived without. However, each one I hoped to learn from. Even when relationships ended, I always held my confidence that this was going to be the day, that that special lady would come into my life. Several years ago, that's exactly what happened. Meg was her name. She was a spankophile, as true to her love for spanking as I was. We also shared many vanilla interests such as golf and playing the horses. I never met a lady who got such a kick out of going to the racetrack. I probably would have married her even if she were vanilla. A mistake, yes I knew it would be. But fortunately, I didn't have to worry about such risks. Meg was my spanking dream come true. She loved to roleplay, and whatever role she assumed, she played it to perfection. I discovered all of this during Meg's first visit. I remember my thoughts clear as day even today. Meg kissed me goodbye at the airport and boarded her plane, which would carry her back home. The Internet is a funny place. You can meet people from all walks of life, from any part of the globe, without ever having to leave your living room. Meg and I had planned to have a life together. We were in love and at the beginning of something that I knew was going to be special. And special is what I had spent years looking for. I sat in the American Airlines parking lot for a few moments, still thinking about how great my life was going to be now that Meg was a part of it. Happiness, so strong an emotion had been absent from my heart for so many nights. Now, I was overwhelmed with that feeling of elation. I placed the key in the ignition of my car, just at the same time that American Airlines Flight 800 was taking off. Meg sat in her seat. She hated two things about flying: take off and landing. Her mind was filled with happy thoughts. She felt good. Her life was going to change. She had met Greg and loved him. All of a sudden, she saw a bright flash and a horrific explosion. Then, she saw no more. The End © js@smilingwithteeth.com "Otkforu" not to be reposted without permission