“Now let’s get wasted and talk shit about everyone in the office. Did you see that girl Ed is dating? Did he get her off a website?”
I laugh alongside Sharon, feeling the lightest I have in days.
I didn’t drink toomuch at Mutiny, despite Sharon’s peer pressure. Her son picked her up, and I walked home and immediately jumped in the shower to wash away the day.
I hate living in Florida this time of year, but as the cool water washes over my body, I forget about it. I wrap my hair in a towel, as well as my body and lie down on my bed. My apartment is frustratingly quiet. Maybe I should get a pet.
No… we are not getting a pet during whatever crisis I’m currently going through. Maybe in the future though.
I’d much rather be in a house with a husband and the sound of children playing, but this is my life.
What little buzz and happiness I had when I was out with Sharon slowly fades away as I grab my laptop and open up the Avalon site.
I have ten requests for the Key Club.
I don’t let it affect my ego too much, because the truth is they’re just going off my profile, it’s not because they actually want me. Which is fine, because that’s what I want too.
Either way, the reality is that this fantasy is going to come to life and I need to decide who I want to give that honor to.
The first three profiles are super bland, and seem like they just want to put their dick in a hole to have it serviced. Which I get, it’s part of the point, but for me? It’s more than that.
The next profile goes by the alias Big Daddy. I don’t even bother opening that one.
The next ones aren’t so bad, but they don’t stand out to me either. I’m left with two remaining files, Sparrow and Wayne.
I open Sparrow’s first. He seems to be really open to toy usage, both types of glory holes, and it says he enjoys praise. I squint at the screen and scroll down to the sentences he had to write about what he wants from this experience.
I want you to be a good girl for me and take my cock.
My answer was also brief, but it doesn’t give me what I’m looking for. I’m not looking to be someone's good girl, I mean maybe sometimes, but that’s not what this is for me. If I wanted praise and to be a good little pet, I’d just go straight to Avalon and find a partner to do that with. I only want praise when it’s completely earned.
My needs are darker, and I’m not sure that Sparrow is the one to fulfill them, but he is currently my top choice.
I click on Wayne’s profile, and hope that maybe he has something more interesting. Just like Sparrow, he’s open to toys, impact play, but he has some additions I haven’t seen in the other profiles. The ones that catch my eye are delayed gratification, edging, and spitting.
I tap the side of my laptop and lick my lips. That’s definitely something I could be into.
I scroll down and see he would specifically like to wear condoms during intercourse, which isn’t an issue for me, until I finally get to his bio.
I want you wet and waiting, eager to please, and willing to take what you get. I’ll make it good for you if you deserve it. You’ll be writhing on the other side of the wall, begging for astranger to fuck you. We might not know each other, but I’m ready to make your fantasies come true.
I read it at least five times.
This is—he is—exactly what I’ve been looking for. I reply, clicking three times I would be available and take a deep breath while I stare at the screen.
It doesn’t even take a whole minute for me to get a notification that he has accepted my invitation for 9pm tomorrow night. My heart thunders in my chest as I look at the scheduled time.
Am I really going to do this?
I absolutely fucking am.
I’m notsure why I shaved my entire body, did a face mask, and I’m wearing a dress that is both slutty and sensual for tonight. He won’t even be able to see me or feel me. I thought that just doing a simple old school glory hole would be the best first start.
Maybe even between a wall there will be some level of chemistry and then the next time we can work up to me being completely exposed and for the taking.
Part of the intrigue is being on the opposite side of the wall on my knees for some stranger.
I consider getting a drink beforehand, but decide against it. I just kill time outside the building, waiting for my code to be texted to me so I can go inside.
