Well, as per my previous blog, I was looking for a little more action and a little less conversation, if you get my drift?
I paid my money and was grateful to receive a massive influx of (automated) messages aimed at paid members. It was really crap to find out that it was possible to look at your sent messages and see that literally none of them have even been read. Especially when 90% of the messages I sent were in response to unsolicited messages from matching women.
Then it happened. An actual message asking for contact details to push things forward.
Contact details provided, followed by some clarification around expectations.
I'm a bit older and she's much younger with a daddy kink. Check!
I'm in a relationship but willing to look for mid week fun due to "reasons". Check!
Neither is interested in an actual relationship. Check
Man wants Smart Funny FWB
Women wants Daddy kink and to be tied and spanked.
Daddy changes goals. Check!
Anyway.. some messaging starting on Friday, slowly getting more kinky. Arranged a drink meeting for after work Monday to check each other out.
Somehow a 1PM meetup arrangement for Monday afternoon was on the table.
Sunday night, I received a txt suggesting a coffee Monday morning would save time on Monday afternoon. Check!
We met in a park near her work on Monday morning. It was a bit surreal, but entirely sexual. A single touch of a hand was incredible. So much expectation! So much nervousness! I'd never seen a photo of her face, so she had to come find me. To be honest, I do believe I would have known that arse anyway, though. The meeting went well, I did not have an extra leg or anything and she laughed at my nervous jokes. So It's on for 1 o'clock.
At my place.
Then work got in the way....
How about 2?
Check!
I went downstairs to let the little one in. It was amazing to say Hello, and be all laid back while thinking (oh my god, I'm going to have that nude in my bed today). Went upstairs and we were still a bit formal as I showed her around my unit. We went out to the deck, looking over the city. I'[m still a little astonished that this is happening. It's like I'm 14 again and every lingering or casual touch or smell is both a temptation and a promise.
I asked her if she'd like to sit down and if she wanted a drink. She said she'd be happy standing, but a wine would be nice.
I put some music on (Nathaniel Radcliff if you must know, just to set the scene) and went and got 2 glasses of wine.
I came back and gave her one, then sat down at the high set table looking over the deck view at the city. She moved across and leant into me. I put my hand on her arse and pulled her close.
Check!
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