It is November and the days are short. When I stepped the first time into Sofie’s apartment, it is dark and gloomy outside. She picked me up from the train station and we walked to her nearby place.
We have met before once before to get to know each other first, because we agreed to play and experiment with rope together. She wanted me to tie her up.
Sofie lived alone in a small one room apartment. The room was lit in dim, warm lights coming from smaller lights around the room. The bed took most of the room’s space. Sofie was 19 and has just moved out from her parents. This was her first own place. It was furnited sparingly.
I sat down on the only chair facing her, who sat down on the edge of the bed. We have exchanged just some friendly small talk so far. She share some stories of her tinder encounter with me.
A small moment of silence appeared. Not one of those awkward ones, but that are easily bearable, because both are comfortable with each. She suddenly interrupts the silence and says “I masturbated on a fantasy of you after our last meeting”.