Looking for a woman who is willing to submit.
The ad had been simple, straightforward, blunt. The texts he had sent had told me everything I needed to know, everything I could expect. He told me everything, step-by-step.
But I’d never done anything like this before. I’d never given myself to someone like this. I’d never submitted before.
Tonight would be a night for firsts.
Looking for a woman who is willing to submit.
The ad had been simple, straightforward, blunt. The texts he had sent had told me everything I needed to know, everything I could expect, everything he would do to me.
But I’d never done anything like this before. I’d never been with someone like this. I’d never let someone else take control.
Tonight would be a night for firsts.
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The ad read:
Man. Early 30s. Looking for a woman who is willing to submit.
I’d never done anything like it before. Never met someone online before and never did any online dating. I hadn’t meant to here, I’d been looking for something different. I hadn’t meant to check out the personals.
But I did.
His ad called to me, so blunt, so purposeful. I had to click on it. I don’t think I could have said no.
And the ad itself, the wording so simple and yet so intriguing, accompanied by pictures that were engaging and enthralling without being too much.
A hint of skin. A touch of leather.
Abs. Arms.
I had to click on him. Had to speak to him. Had to know him.
I sent him an email. A simple hello.
His response was as blunt as it was quick:
Send me a picture of yourself.
My mouth felt dry. My heart beating rapidly as I sat there in my office and fiddled with the buttons of my blouse. I glanced right and left, making sure no one was looking before unbuttoning a few buttons on my blouse and snapping a quick picture.
My lips to my breasts, a mostly tasteful picture with a hint of cleavage.
Breathlessly I sent it to him, waiting for his reply.