Many blue moons ago, when I was looking for some debauchery on Reddit, a Caucasian American messaged me. Even though like every second Indian…I didn’t have American dreams. I was intrigued nonetheless.
Immensely articulate and eloquent, he knew exactly what to say to catch my attention and seemed to be into some of my favourite kinks like race play, erotic humiliation and stranger fetish.
His words displayed emotional intelligence, substance, intellect, intelligence, political awareness and eloquence. His way of expressing himself was ten times better than mine. I knew I wanted him the first time I read his message. One of the best things about our conversation was that both of us got each other’s innuendos and double entendres.
The fact that he messaged me from a regular account was a green flag as I could see what he is into, get some idea about his interests and be half-sure that he wouldn’t try to strangle me (not unless I gave my consent).