Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I can give you so much more than that. Come to my hotel room and let me take care of you, baby.
That did something to me, but I was being ridiculous. He wasn’t literally going to take care of me. He probably just meant he’d make me come.
While I was contemplating that, another message appeared on my screen. Still there?
I sent back: Yeah, but calling me baby is a bit much.
I didn’t hate it, but I felt like I should.
Sorry about that. I didn’t know what else to call you. I’m big on anonymity when it comes to these sites, so if I’m not willing to give you my name, I don’t expect yours, either.
You could always give me a fake name. I curled up on my side and watched my screen.
He wrote: True enough. So, hi, I’m ‘Sven.’ What’s your fake name?
I grinned at that and sent back: Hi, Sven. My name is David. That was actually true, but I went by Tracy, which was my middle name.
It’s a pleasure to meet you, David, he wrote. His next message said: Can I call you?
I raised a brow and sent back: Why?
I’d just like to hear your voice. You can block my number afterwards if you’re worried that I’m a weirdo or something.
I mulled that over for a few moments. Then I typed in my number and hit send. I was probably going to end up regretting that.
When my phone rang, I took a deep breath and answered with, “Hi, Sven.”
“Hi, David. Thanks for humoring me.” He had a sexy voice. It was deep and smooth, and I could hear his smile in it.
“Not a problem.”
“So, what are the chances I can entice you to come visit me tonight?”
I felt shy now that we were talking, so I said, “I think I need to stay in bed, so you shouldn’t waste a lot of time on me. But there are a hundred men on that app who’ll be more than happy to show you our famous San Francisco hospitality while you’re in town.”
“I’m enjoying talking to you, so it’s not a waste of time.” I heard him shift his phone, and then he said, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling you baby. That wasn’t my intention.”
“Don’t apologize. I liked it.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did, and that was the problem,” I muttered. “I liked it too much.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know. I’m not making sense.”
He asked, “Will you answer a question for me?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“If you could live out a fantasy with me tonight with absolutely no judgement, no strings attached, and no repercussions, what would it be? I want to know what turns you on.”
Why not be honest? This person was a stranger, and I didn’t really care what he thought of me. Even so, I hesitated before saying, “In my fantasy, I want you to take control, from the moment I walk in the door.” Why was that so difficult for me to admit? “Make me kneel at your feet and worship your cock. Use me for your pleasure.”
I heard his breath catch, and my cock started to throb as he asked, “Then what?”
“Pin me face-down on the bed.” I shut my eyes and pictured the scenario playing out. “Grab a fistful of my hair and fuck my virgin ass.”
“How rough do you want it?”
“Don’t hold back. I want to ache for days afterward.”
“Maybe I should spank your ass before I bury my cock in it.”
“Mmm.” I rubbed my hard-on through the fabric of my pajama pants and let myself get lost in the fantasy.
“Imagine my weight on top of you, holding you down while my thick cock stretches your tight little hole.”
“Fuck, yes.”
His voice was slightly breathless, which told me he was as turned on as I was. “I’ll ruin you for all other men and turn you into my perfect little fuck toy.”
I whispered, “Oh shit,” and gave my cock a hard squeeze.
“Come over, David. My hotel is in Pacific Heights. According to that app, you’re in the same part of town.”
My eyes popped open, and I sat up and let go of my erection. “That’s just a fantasy. I don’t want you to fuck me.” I’d never let anyone do that. It might be my biggest fantasy, but it was also my hardest limit.
“I totally respect that, and I’d never push,” he said. “We could still spend all night making each other feel incredible, with the very clear understanding that anal isn’t an option.”
I hesitated before asking, “What would we do? I mean, how would it play out?”
“That’s totally up to you. Would you want me to take control?”
“Yes.” I wanted that desperately. I wanted him. It wasn’t just that I was horny. I was lonely too, achingly so, and his touch would feel so good. I found myself asking, “Where are you staying?”