All I want for Christmas is something I would never have the guts to ask for…
That is until I kick my idiot boyfriend to the curb and sign up for a dating site.
From the moment the first words light up my screen, the tension is like some kind of strange sexual magic. He makes me feel special and desired. I can’t wait to finally meet him. But life, and my ex, have a way of messing up my plans.
Now I find myself on a secluded private island with my grumpy boss but at least I’m safe. It’s not like things could get any worse. Or can they?
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My phone rings with her screen name. Again, she is taking the lead, and I find I’m not hating it.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Hi,” her husky voice drifts down the line.
“I said I would call you,” I chastise her.
“Does it matter?” she asks.
“Yes. If you want to do this with me, we need to build up our trust. If I say something, I need you to trust that I’m not just doing it to mess with your head but because it will enhance your experience. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good girl. For our first trust exercise, I am going to describe what I want from our first meeting. If at any point you want me to stop, just say dodo.”
She laughs on the other end of the line. “Why dodo?”
“Because it’s not an everyday word and it lets me know you are unhappy or uncomfortable,” I say. “This is very important. Don’t forget it.”
“I won’t.” Her voice is soft and melodious, and I wonder what she would sound like moaning my name over and over.
“Good. I read through what you want, and I think I can do a little better. I will book us a suite downtown. I want you to check in the previous night. Enjoy the room, go to the spa, whatever you want,” I know she said she has her own money, but a woman still likes to be spoiled. “Then at exactly seven o’clock I want you to dress in the set of underwear I will have sent to you before putting on your blindfold and kneeling in front of the bed to wait for me.”
My ligress makes a mewling noise on the other end of the line and I hear her move.
“Am I getting you all worked up, pretty girl?” I press down on my throbbing dick. Clearly, I’m getting us both worked up.
“Yes,” she moans down the line.
“Will you touch what I can only imagine is a juicy pussy while I tell you the rest?”
I have my cock in hand before she replies. The sounds she is making and the vision of what I want to do with her are enough to have my control slipping.
“Oh my God,” she sighs. “Will you tell me more?”
“Only if you describe what you are doing right now.”
A little growl comes from down the line before she speaks. “I used my left hand to push my panties aside. My pussy is warm and when I run my finger between the lips I can feel the slippery wetness.”
“Fuck,” I feel almost feral as I stroke my cock. “Do you want me to tell you about our date or about what I’m doing right now?”
She remains silent for a moment, the only sound between us that of our labored breathing.
“I want to know what you’re doing now,” she replies.
“I’m looking at the photo you sent me. My right hand stroking my fat cock as I imagine all the dirty, depraved things I can’t wait to do to you.”
For a moment it sounds like the call may have dropped but then I hear her moaning again. But it sounds far off. I don’t get the chance to question her before a text with an attachment comes through on my phone. I nearly come like a teenager the moment I have it open. The photo is taken from her chest down. She has both bra cups pulled down exposing her erect nipples to my gaze. But the thing that catches my attention is the sight of two fingers pushed halfway into her pretty pink cunt. I can see the wetness on them.
