Cool. Thanks [smiling emoji]
8:09 p.m. B:
I don’t have a partner either.
I stared at the screen, waiting.
“Quite a bit ‘more’ then, I think.”
My head turned toward Rikky, but my eyes failed to turn with it, lingering on the screen until I forced them away. The corner of his lips pulled up into a knowing smirk.
“Maybe.”
“So, what will you do?”
I groaned, putting the phone down on the bench in front of me so I could see when H replied. “I don’t know. What would you do in this situation?”
“I would not be in this situation.”
“Helpful.”
He chuckled. “Okay, so just taking the blindfold off is not an option?”
I shook my head before he even finished asking the question. “No. Not without his permission. No touchin’ either.”
“Very hard to work with these conditions, but okay. Why will he not let you see or touch him?”
“He just won’t. They’re rules he set before he even agreed to meet up.”
“There will be a reason. Maybe he is old, or ugly, and he doesn’t want you to know.”
I tossed that idea around in my head, testing it. “He doesn’t sound old.”
“Self-conscious, then. You are built like an Adonis. Maybe he thinks you won’t be interested in him if you see him.”
I chewed on my lip as I considered that. “I told him I don’t care what he looks like as long as we have a connection.”
“And he told you that you were his type. Did you believe him?”
Despite H telling me I must have aligned with his preferences, I had still very much feared that he’d take one look at me that first session and decide I wasn’t what he really wanted. “Not really. So, what should I do?”
“Depends what you want.”
“I want… everything. But for now, just a little more. Even if he would just touch me directly instead of using toys—” Heat flushed to my cheeks. “Sorry.” Rikky scoffed, and I sighed before continuing. “He tells me he’s satisfied but… I don’t know… I just want something other than words.”
Rikky nodded, scratching his beard and taking a sip from his beer before he spoke again. “When I don’t want my partners to touch me, I restrain them.”
“Like… bondage?”
“Something like that.”
I chewed my lip. Maybe if I restrained myself, H would be more willing to touch me, knowing that Icouldn’ttouch him back.
It was worth a try.
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Benny
