I did not sleep at all last night. I kept thinking about that text from that unknown number. It may have been marked as spam on my phone but I know exactly where it came from. It read, “Friday, corner of 54th and Regal road. 4 o’clock. ‘Til Dawn” I didn’t think it would happen and my mind rushed with horror, curiosity, excitement and arousal.
It started about a month ago I was browsing through some kinky pages on my Instagram and let’s say I was in far and also far down one of my favorite pages. I love the way those girls were dressed and the way they are submissive. Some might think too kinky and be turned off from the tight clothing or the ropes. The men stand dressed and stoic looking down at their pet girls. What they gain from it, I don’t know, but I do know they are satisfied. I was near my satisfaction myself when I accidentally liked their post from maybe a year and a half ago, “oh shit,” I said, then the rush came closer and closer “OH SHIT, oh shit ooohhh god fuck!” I pulled my pillow over my face so my neighbor Andy wouldn’t get any more ideas. It was one time I swear.