I didn’t go to many bars, but this was a special one. It was sat at the edge of the city, which mean walking a long way, but it was worth it. Because one of the bartenders was hot as fuck.
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. “This guy’s just another asshole who hits on the bartender.” Well, jokes on you, reddit user. I’m not a guy. I am five foot four and 120lbs of all-American woman. And, for the record, she was the one hitting on me.
The first time I went, I was struck by her eyes. How bright and clear they were, a deep blue that pierced my soul, offset by her rusty auburn hair. She was tall, which I’m into, and powerful, which I’m definitely into. I like my women like I like my coffee: able to hurt me if I’m not careful.
I didn’t even know her name, but at least three times a week I made the lengthy commute to the bar at the edge of town, hoping I would see her. I even started making a note of her shifts, so I wouldn’t waste a journey. Looking at her filled me with a deep yearning, a desire to be dominated and used. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I sure as hell do believe in lust at first sight.