Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Much like hookup apps, you can see who’s online. I get about five messages right off the bat, mostly of dick pics with things like You want to get on your knees for me, boy and Why don’t you come over and let me cage your little dick and fuck your hole.
No, thank you.
It’s not like I don’t want to do all the things he said or as if I’m looking for a relationship—I’m too young for that shit, and while my parents are the definition of a happy, healthy marriage and have been together since high school, I’m not ready to settle down. I want to enjoy being single, explore, and have fun. But that doesn’t mean I want to be submissive to someone who jumps into my DMs and tells me he wants to cage my dick and fuck me. I always talk to a guy for a while before I’m willing to meet up with him or even share photos. It means a lot of Doms aren’t interested, but I figure that means those aren’t the kind of Doms I want.
As I browse, a name catches my attention.
FulfillingDominance
I don’t know what it is about the moniker that makes curiosity tingle at my nape, but it does, so I click, curious to learn more.
I’ll fuck you with my words just as passionately as I’ll fuck you with my body. I’ll connect all the wires inside you that weren’t grounded before. I’ll engage all your senses, giving you a fulfilling experience that goes beyond sex, beyond Dominance and submission.
I tremble, which I realize is a dramatic response to someone’s words on a screen, but I can’t help reacting to what he says. There are no face shots on his profile, which is the same as mine. He doesn’t have dick photos either, but there are some of his chest, his hand with a crop, photos of other toys, and things like that. It’s not flashy. I don’t really do flashy. That’s one of the first things that will turn me off.
I continue reading.
I’ve recently moved to the area. While I’m not in a place where I’m looking for a relationship, I would like a consistent play partner, someone whose kinks match with mine, and someone I can also share thoughtful conversation with. I won’t waste time with someone who just wants to fuck and go. I insist on aftercare and conversation. If that’s not what you’re looking for, then I’m not the Dom for you. I’m demanding and intense, but never mean. I won’t stop until your body and your mind are in sync, as I fulfill our mutual needs.
My chest fills with heat, my heart beating faster. I don’t know this man. He could be lying. He could be exaggerating. Maybe nothing about him will line up with what I need, but his words do something to me that no one’s have before. They fill me with both excitement and, hell, I guess a calmness, two things that shouldn’t fit together.
I don’t have it in me not to message, not to see what he has to say. I try not to get my hopes up because I’ve been fooled before, but I want this, want everything FulfillingDominance offers.
CravingMore: Hello, Sir. Is it okay if I call you that? I saw your page, and I really like what you have to say. I’m hoping we can talk a little more to see if we get along and if our kinks match up. I hope to hear back from you. Thank you for your time.
I hit Send, then wait. It says he’s online, but that doesn’t mean he’ll respond right away. He could be talking to someone else, or maybe he’ll look at my profile and decide he isn’t interested. Most likely that will happen, considering my shit luck when it comes to Doms.
I do some more searching online before I get a notification that I have an instant chat message. My heart bangs against my chest in a way it has no business doing as I click over and see that he replied.
FulfillingDominance: Yes. You can call me Sir while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it, but I appreciate your asking. I had a look through your profile, and I like what I see. If you’re just looking for a quick fuck, then I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady play partner. Someone I have chemistry with and can learn new ways to torment and pleasure. Someone who learns what I expect, whom I can depend on to be the kind of sub I require, and who can depend on me to take care of their needs.
It’s like an earthquake starts shaking at the very foundation of me, starts making my insides rattle and break open, but in a way that’s soothing rather than disruptive. It’s ridiculous to believe this can be anything, to trust this will work—I’ve only exchanged one message with him, after all—but for the first time since I started looking for a Dom, I’m hopeful.