I’d never met him, but we’d chatted enough online to arouse me intellectually.
He told me he wanted to fuck me. He asked what would happen if the second we met he found the urge to bend me over and pound it into me.
I was fine with that. I was fine with anything he wanted to do with me.
I know you’re supposed to meet somewhere neutral first – get to know each other. But I was OK with the idea of fucking him the day we met. The moment we met.
I envisioned greeting him with my tongue in his mouth and my hand down his pants. Sliding my body slowly down his to unbutton his pants and suck on his cock. I wanted him to drag me back up by the hair, slam me against the wall and thrust into me before we’d even taken our jackets off.
His place. Mine. I didn’t care.
But when would that day come?
First I was to go to his place – later at night after his child was asleep. But he got sick, and I was delayed, so we postponed it.
Then we were to meet last weekend, go to a Sex Show, have a couple drinks and then I would do my Duchessy best to get his clothes off. In the car. At a nearby hotel. I didn’t care where.
Then this weekend, he saw my facebook plea asking for a favour. He offered to pick me up and take me. A five minute favour that would inevitably lead to me bringing him back to my place and worshiping his cock.
I wanted it. I dreamed of it. I was driven to distraction by it.
But when would that day come? He failed to call yesterday, which technically would be his third strike.
I didn’t care. Though a part of me knows that he’s a player, who cares when all I want to do is fuck him? It’s a fine line. A player he may be, with a dirty streak as well – but also with delicate sensibilities.
He doesn’t know what to do with a naughty text message telling him what I’m doing to myself at that moment. He’s told me that he’s rejected women that he’s deemed too “dirty.” So telling him that he doesn’t need to lie and play games, just come over and get naked seems a bit too bawdy for his tastes.
His last chance is this Wednesday. Today by the time this posts.
By an odd serendipitous congruence of events, I happen to be staying at a hotel that night. He has one opportunity to present himself before I find myself a new victim.
Will today be the day?
What will the day be for these other naughty darlings?
Kink Chronicles www.thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com
Ms Scarlett http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com
FG Sakes http://fgsakes.blogspot.com
They belong to us http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com
The Panserbjorne: http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/2010/02/group-post-day.html
And our gracious hostess: Kimberly http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com