PearlNecklace
Deliciously Delicious
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I bite my lip as I make my way through the apartment complex, looking for the number I need. I glance at the paper in my hand and slowly count down the doors. Huge butterflies dance around in my stomach and I stop a moment, seriously considering backing out of this. I stand there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other then take a deep calming breath and and walk down the hallway. Once at the right door I run my fingers through my hair, run my hands down the front of my dress and knock on the door. I try to smile though Im sure it must look like a grimace, inwardly commanding myself to stop biting my lip, its a sure sign Im nervous.
As I stand there I wonder how I got into this mess. Then it al comes flooding back, while finishing off a bottle of wine with a girlfriend the week before I'd let it slip that I wondered what it might be like to be dominated. I wasn't into whips and chains and calling someone Master. But I was sick of the men I had dated. I felt as if they weren't strong enough to be with me, that they were wimpy. I wanted a man who would have his own opinions and thoughts, that wouldn't be afraid to disagree with me. I wanted a man who would throw me onto the bed and fuck me if he feels the need.
Well, be careful what you wish for! Here I am, at the door of a man who apparently fits the criteria. I had gotten a phone call last night from my girlfriend telling me she'd set me up on a blind date with a man who fit my description. He apparently was everything I wanted and more. I scribbled down his address as she told me it and spent the day flipping between excitment and nerves. Id carefully planned what to wear, a blue halterneck dress, with just enough cleavage to be enticing but not enough to be slutty. It ended at my knees, and swished a little as I walked. Silver sandals with heels completed the look, making me seem taller than I was. I ran my fingers through my hair and waited for the door to open.
OOC: Liz Jeffries. 25. Florist. long red hair, falling in waves around her shoulders. Bright blue green eyes. 5'6. 38c Breasts. Hourglass shape body.
PM me if you're interesting in playing.. not looking for any hard core domination.
As I stand there I wonder how I got into this mess. Then it al comes flooding back, while finishing off a bottle of wine with a girlfriend the week before I'd let it slip that I wondered what it might be like to be dominated. I wasn't into whips and chains and calling someone Master. But I was sick of the men I had dated. I felt as if they weren't strong enough to be with me, that they were wimpy. I wanted a man who would have his own opinions and thoughts, that wouldn't be afraid to disagree with me. I wanted a man who would throw me onto the bed and fuck me if he feels the need.
Well, be careful what you wish for! Here I am, at the door of a man who apparently fits the criteria. I had gotten a phone call last night from my girlfriend telling me she'd set me up on a blind date with a man who fit my description. He apparently was everything I wanted and more. I scribbled down his address as she told me it and spent the day flipping between excitment and nerves. Id carefully planned what to wear, a blue halterneck dress, with just enough cleavage to be enticing but not enough to be slutty. It ended at my knees, and swished a little as I walked. Silver sandals with heels completed the look, making me seem taller than I was. I ran my fingers through my hair and waited for the door to open.
OOC: Liz Jeffries. 25. Florist. long red hair, falling in waves around her shoulders. Bright blue green eyes. 5'6. 38c Breasts. Hourglass shape body.
PM me if you're interesting in playing.. not looking for any hard core domination.