MadHatter: Why so blue, Alice? Bored housewife?
Blue_Alice: Fuck you.
MadHatter: So, I’m assuming I’m correct?
Blue_Alice: Maybe. What the hell does it matter?
MadHatter: We don’t do married here.
Blue_Alice: I am getting a divorce.
MadHatter: That’s not a new one.
Blue_Alice: Keep your boring ass chat room.
MadHatter: Temper, temper.
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Blue_Alice: I could do a better job turning people on than this bullshit.
MadHatter: Wow, you really need a thick cock in that sassy mouth.
Blue_Alice: And I suppose you’re the one who will be giving it to me?
MadHatter: Why not me?
I felt my cheeks grow hot and took a deep breath. Okay, now we are talking here.
Blue_Alice: Fine…talk to me.
MadHatter: Why are you here?
Blue_Alice: You already asked me that.
MadHatter: And you didn’t give me a good enough answer.
I thought about it. Going into this with honesty would be the only way I would truly get what I wanted. But is this what I wanted? What if he was some nasty, fat perv with bad skin and greasy hair? Then again, he may have thought I was some nasty troll with a huge gut and overgrown forest in my pants. I shook my head, indignant at my own stereotyping. Not cool, Vi. This whole scenario meant taking a chance. I had been teetering on the edge of this for years, if I was honest with myself. I wanted to be fucked ruthlessly, worshipped and tortured, brought to levels of sexual awareness I’d only dreamed about. I was sure—no, positive—I had an undiscovered fetish or two. Honest, I’ll be honest.
Blue_Alice: I want to explore a part of me I’ve kept hidden.
MadHatter: Why?
Blue_Alice: Because I don’t have anything to lose.
MadHatter: That’s dangerous.
Blue_Alice: That in itself is why I am interested. I want to be fucked in ways I’ve only imagined, and I’m tired of only feeling half full. I have cravings and I’m ready.
A few minutes later, I was sure the conversation had ended, then a ping.
MadHatter: I’ll be in touch.
Blue_Alice: Wait!
Okay that seemed a little desperate.
MadHatter: What?