“Hello,” I say.
He quivers like a leaf before me in the doorway. Although he is smaller in stature than expected, I am excited by the prospect of how easy picking him up, flipping him over, and pinning him down will be. He is hesitant to make eye contact like a mottle-coated hare facing a lynx. Perhaps he knows what I am thinking? He turns and leads me up the green carpeted staircase. My fingertips graze the glossy well used wooden banister as we ascend. He opens the impossibly large door to his apartment. I enter.
“Take my coat,” I direct.
Sauntering to the couch I feel his eyes on my back drinking me in when he thinks I am not noticing. I pull out the bottle of rosè I have brought with me.
“Serve me,” I command.
I eat two 30 milligram edibles while he produces a cup and pours me a glass of wine.
“Do you still have the dildo up your butt, the one you sent me a photo of?” I inquire.
He nods and smiles weakly.
“Good. How does it feel?” I ask.