It had been awhile, but we had finally each gotten some time to catch up and see one another after only interspersed texts for a few weeks. We sat in the small booth of the coffee shop catching up on what we’d been up to since we last saw one another. You weren’t dressed up to anything fancy, just light make-up and a well-fitting casual dress that accentuated your picturesque curves and showcased your tattoos.
“…I still owe him a dick appointment,” you were saying. “We hooked up once a year or so ago, and have been meaning to again sometime, but I haven’t had the libido lately,” you continued.
I was a little miffed at that. After all, when we had first met, we had a deep sexual interest in one another. I still remembered some of the first texts we had exchanged, where you’d said things to me like “I’ll be a good slut for you, sir. I want you to take what you want from me.” I’d tell you all about how I’d pin you down and hold your throat and fuck you bare until I bred you, and you’d tell me how wet you’d get from me looking over your gonewild posts and fantasizing about us fucking.