I met a man who played guitar in a local band. I’d been to this bands shows before and knew most of the members, but he was the reserved type who disappeared after the show. When we officially met, he looked mesmerized by me. I’m not going to lie, I was very flattered. He was in his late 40s. He asked if I wanted to go out sometime. I said yes.
Fast forward to our date. I wore something very sexy and slutty and put a buttplug in. I went to the pub we agreed to meet at. I shit you not this man was 45 minutes late. I finished a glass of wine before he arrived. I would have left but he texted to tell me he was coming. Maybe I should have left anyway, but I was extremely horny. Finally, he arrived, gave me a quick “sorry about that,” then ordered food. The date was supposed to be drinks, not dinner, but I figured maybe he had a long day. He didn’t explain himself and I couldn’t bother to be mad. I didn’t want to go home and masturbate again.