I’m not much of a smut writer but something triggered this memory so out it goes!
Many moons ago, I attended a fan convention in America. Panels, cosplay, merch hall, rowdy hotel room parties full of awkward sexual tension, the works. I was really into a particular video game at the time, so in full cosplay I went, and – well, my outfit ticked off a *lot* of checkboxes on the “anime/video game nerd kinks” list. Fluffy kitty ears and a long tail? Check. Low-cut top and bare midriff? Check. Short, pleated red skirt? Check. Black leather? Check. Ribbons? Check. *Zettai ryouiki*? Absolutely, love.
One of the things I looked forward to at cons was hooking up, and this one was no different. I didn’t like hooking up at bars and clubs; the guys there were overly drunk and machismo, aggressive, treated you like a prize; guys I hooked up with at cons tended to be gentler souls, at least out of bed, and at least we had something in common, our pursuit of the nerdier things in life. So as a girl who really loves sex, I *really* looked forward to cons.