My partner was out of state a few years ago and I (now 34F) was lonely, horny and bored. This was when Craigslist personals used to be more of a thing, so I’d surf Craigslist endlessly at work trying to figure out if I was connecting with someone both attractive and sane. One of the personals got my attention. I can’t remember the text exactly, but it was clear this was a confident, intelligent person who could put a few sentences together. He went by “Jon”, which I doubt was his real name. I responded to the ad and we began a very naughty back-and-forth while I was still at work. I was still pretty nervous about fucking complete strangers at that point and at the same time the thrill was electric. I’ve craved that high ever since.
Till this day I remember exactly what I was wearing — a cute blue and white floral, lacy dress that kinda ratcheted up the “innocent girl next door” factor. We quickly decided that he would book a hotel that evening and that we’d meet each other for the first time that very day. My heart was racing from the adrenaline, and I went to the bathroom multiple times to clean myself up because I was just creaming myself all over the place. I told Jon so, and he instructed me to send him a picture of my soaked underwear. I happily obliged.