SingForM3
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This is Part One of a little story I've started. I've finished Part Two, but haven't yet begun on the rest. Lemme know what ya think! Part One: The Introduction She'd never done anything like this, not taken anything this far anyways. It all started with that stupid dating app, you know, the swipe left/right/up/down whatthefuckever app. Her friends had nagged her for weeks to make a profile, saying she "needed to get out there" or "deserved a good guy", one friend simply saying "you've been bitch, go get laid". Finally one night, admittedly farther into a bottle of shitty merlot than she should have been, she did it. The first couple weeks were typical, the same bullshit over and over. "Let's hookup", "show me your tits", or her favorite "I'll bet your toes taste like heaven". Seriously? Her toes? What the fuck does that even mean? She didn't care, she was ready to throw in the towel, just like with every other attempt at a semi-normal engagement with another human being, when she got the message from HIM. "Hello Kitten" Those two words, she didn't know why but they struck something in her. Something deep and hidden. Something that made her scream and rail against this man, who was he to say something like that to her? But also something that made her shiver, made her long for that feeling of another human between her thighs, making her feel whole. So, she responded, and responded. For over three weeks they talked, and not just sex talk, but normal healthy human interaction as well. Then came the message, the one that would undo her and send her into a world she'd only seen in the movies and read in her trashy books. "The Radisson, 8pm, check in under your name. Don't be late." She spent the next hour sitting on the edge of her bed, switching back and forth from deleting this stupid app and his contact info or following what seemed very much like an order. Which, admittedly, thrilled her. She'd always heard of that secret world, the one that takes place in dark night clubs and usually involves some form of leather or whatever. Finally, after realizing just how long it'd been since she'd had anything but silicone between her legs, she made her decision. She would meet this man, she would have her fling and get him out of her system, then she would go back to her normal boring life and forget it. The night had arrived. She was in the hotel, the hallway, standing in front of the door. She felt absolutely ridiculous. Dressed in an oversized rain coat with nothing but a lacy bra, lace cheekies and thigh high stockings (her idea, why not make a good impression right?), her hand hovering inches from the door, ready to knock. "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING!?" she screamed in her head. Of course her logical side responded with "You're getting laid you stupid girl, just knock already". Once Twice Thrice As soon as the third knock fell she heard the *click* of the handle being turned and looked up to see the most beautiful man she'd ever seen standing in the doorway, naked to the waist. Shaggy dirty blonde hair, smooth toned stomach, golden brown tan. Who WAS this man? He looked like her own personal rendition of Thor, the God of Thunder. So why was he interested in HER? She must have been staring, because when her eyes crept back up to his face there was a smile there, almost innocent. She blushed, dropping her gaze, and that's when she noticed the belt in his hand. But, he already had one on, didn't he? Yep, there it was, snug around his waist. Looking back up she saw his smile had changed, transformed to a smirk, and his eyes glinted with something dark. Guiding her through the door she heard him speak, but it was if he was right in her ear, not feet behind her. "Oh yes, little one, it's going to be THAT kind of evening". And with that she heard the door shut, and knew; this was going to be the best, and longest, night of her life.
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