
“Bring something sexy,” the text message read.
My mind suddenly spiralled, full of naughty thoughts and fantasies.
I’d been vibrating at the highest sexual frequency since I’d met Dan at a sex club two nights before. We’d started chatting at the bar, his hands exploring, before he took me on a couch and up against the glass window.
Back at his, we hadn’t stopped, going again and again until I was sore.
Since then, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my wild Saturday night – my first time at that kind of kink party.
By 10am on Monday, I’d already made myself come three times from the thoughts alone.
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“Lingerie or...?” I messaged back, my mind reeling.
“Yeah, surprise me,” he replied. “I want to explore your sexual fantasies like you’ve never done before.”
I had to pop out to the hardware store that evening, before we’d arranged to meet back at his at 9pm. I was shopping for sandpaper but somehow found myself in a completely different aisle.
Browsing their wide selection of ropes.
I picked up a white nylon, running my fingertips down its tight fibres, feeling the rough surface on my soft skin.
My mind lit up as I smiled to myself, carrying it towards the counter.