I’ve been speaking with Dan for months. We shared countless naughty photos and texts together. However, I kept finding excuses not to see him despite knowing what a hunk he is. Sometimes I think of him as Adonis—good looking, tall, broad, with complete abs and an impressive cock. The insecure person in me can’t stop thinking about what a guy like him would be doing with a woman like me—average looking, fun-sized, chubby, and with a hint of psycho.
One day, I was thinking, “What the heck, fuck it, let’s just meet.” We decided to meet over lunch during workday. It was unusual for me to come early for a meet-up, but I couldn’t wait a minute longer in the car. I was there for 5 minutes before he came in, looking delectable as fuck. I swear I got 99 things to do to him and none of them was innocent.
I called him out to our table at the far end. To my surprise, he chose the seat next to me instead of in front of me. Goodness me, he had this subtle smell of his cologne under his shirt, and I just wanted to rip off his buttons just so I could smell him better. I tried to be normal like he didn’t affect me at all and ordered my drink (for once I couldn’t stomach eating anything), I’ve got my words stumbled everywhere. Way to go, girl!