I was traveling, in London, when a woman with a very low match score on OKC “liked” my profile. I was intrigued — she didn’t seem into kink, and was looking for a long term relationship. I was just looking for a good time while in town. I dropped her a note.
After some back and forth, she agreed to meet me for one of those anonymous encounters I like to do from time to time. A date was picked, a hotel was booked, and our roles were confirmed. She would be in charge — having never done this before, she felt more comfortable being “on top”. Literally.
I laid on the bed, blindfolded with a torn t-shirt. I heard her come in and lock the door, and then … silence. I could feel her there looking at me, trying to decide what to do next. I sensed she was on the verge of bolting when I heard the chair being moved to the edge of the bed.
“I got some liquid courage from the bar,” she said. “I’m just going to sit here and finish my wine and hope I can calm down by the end of the glass.”