You knew I was a weird chick when you saw my post. Still, you were curious. Just another poser, a fake? Still, you were bored…
It got exciting fast too. You found me blunt, no nonsense. You loved it, I told you what I wanted. “I want a cock on call.”
This soft-dyke girl, with her brunette hair shaved short and married to a woman, wanted cock. Maybe your cock. “I want a fuck buddy. My wife’s cool with it, she’d maybe even watch one day. But we need to be compatible.”
You remember when we met, the last thing I told you. “Well now that I don’t think you’ll kill me, we need to see if we’re compatible.”
You smiled every time I said that. You knew what that meant. That meant I wanted to throw you down and ride your cock to see how it felt.
And today was the day.
You picked me up and I’m flflustered and shy again. I dressed up extra cute for you, too, at least as cute as I dress. You already know I decided to shave down there just for today. This dyke melts into a feminine puddle at the mention of cock.