It had been a long time since I’d been in a club like this. And I’d never gone alone before. Not until now. All I wanted was music, a drink, to sit back and watch; watch as people danced, as they fell in lust, as they drank too much, or laughed with friends. I felt the familiar sensation of the music hitting my chest the moment I walked in, and the vodka numbed my lips and warmed my body as I leaned against the bar to watch the scene unfold in front of me. Usually I wanted to be invisible, especially when attending a social event alone, an introvert to the core. But today I was feeling braver. I’d treated myself to a black suit, complete with slightly flared legs that fell around black loafers and a jacket with rolled-up sleeves over a lacy crop top. I had let my short hair go wild and it curled recklessly across my forehead, a contrast to my neat, red lips.
Author: iwritethings3
The one in the brown leather jacket (M/f, CNC, D/s)
She was single for the first time in years, and for the first time in years she was refusing to settle, on anything. Months after her breakup, she had a new apartment, new roommates, a new body thanks to all that anger taken out through exercise, and, of course, a new dating profile.
‘Fuck it, I am refusing to settle,’ she thought to herself as she filled out the profile with a level of honesty that would make anyone blush.
All she did was compile a list of must-haves and must-not-haves. Why waste time creating witty one-liners when you could be out there meeting people? Or out there fucking people, something she’d done little of as her last relationship had turned sour.
Must-haves:
* A caring and compassionate nature.
* A willingness to share sexual thoughts and fantasies.
* An outgoing and adventurous spirit, ready to consensually explore dark desires together.
Must-not-haves:
* A propensity to shut down during difficult conversations.
* Boundary, consent, and listening problems.
* A desire for a caretaker under the guise of long-term commitment.
Thursday nights [cross-dressing] [boi] [bisexual male]
I could hear the music thumping already, the bass keeping time with my pounding heart. The people around me, half naked despite the chill of the fall air, joked and laughed and drunkenly bumped into each other and me. The bouncer asked for my ID, his confusion becoming apparent as he began to rapidly look back and forth between the picture and the person that stood in front of him.
“I got a haircut,” I said loudly over the music, running my fingers through my short, slicked back fringe.
He looked at me suspiciously, one eyebrow raised, and continued investigating my true identity.
Anxious to get inside, I slid off my suit jacket. I pretended to clear my throat as I undid the first few buttons of my white, long sleeved button up, separating the first two panels of fabric. Looking to the bouncer, I knew I had caught his eye and he’d seen it; I match my ID. Satisfied, he handed the piece of plastic back and nodded me in.
The Intruder [M/f][CNC][*Trigger warning*]
Part 1