My heart races, thundering so hard and loud that I can barely make sense of what’s happening. I had no warning about this, nothing.
F4tNw1ll1ng
I’d let you.
Would I? I bite my lip. I’d been so bold with that message, and yet, the thrill of even the thought of it makes my pussy wet. I do want that. But will it actually happen? Because I’m tired of living in limbo. I need more of what we had before, not just more of the same thing, but better, deeper…darker.
F4tNw1ll1ng
Will you?
BandAid42
Why do you want to know who I am?
Oh, that’s precious. As if BandAid42 hasn’t done the research to figure out who I am. If I ran a site like this, I’d vet every single person on it. Because I’m not going to be held liable for anyone getting into situations where I could be responsible or sued.
F4tNw1ll1ng
Why wouldn’t I?
BandAid42
So it’s bratty Lizzie tonight.
I still. Seeing my name on that screen shatters any illusion that this is anonymous. I mean, I knew it, but on the other hand, isn’t the entire point to be kept in the shadows?
F4tNw1ll1ng
I see I’m not the only one doing research.
BandAid42
I always know everything.
F4tNw1ll1ng
But why do you need to know?
BandAid42
Because you don’t want this to stop. Do you know how many times you tried to log back in? To what? Talk with me?
God, whoever this is, they're confident as fuck. A tendril of jealousy wraps around my chest. I’ve wished for years I had that, but I’ve never managed to find it. They’re cocky, and I like it. Itpulls me toward them even more, because I need to have just a taste of that in my life. Cocky but with purpose behind it. Not just arrogance with nothing to back it up.
F4tNw1ll1ng
How many times?
BandAid42
167
In less than a week? I plop back into the chair and shake my head. No way has it been that many times. Really? But how can I answer that message in a way that won’t make me out to be the desperate one? Then again…I am desperate. Why not just live into that?
F4tNw1ll1ng
I desperately need to talk to you.
