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I can just imagine our friend going scarlet. Any time we bring up her sex life with her hot dom Austin, she goes bright red. It never gets old.
What. Do. I. Wear?
Kenzie
He looked at your ass a lot last night in those jeans...
Paige
+1 for wearing jeans. Casual, and your ass really does look good in them.
Kenzie
It really does.
Paige
For what it’s worth, Thor has an excellent record among the community for being a great dom. He’s not a commitment kind of guy, but he’s respectful, plays in bounds, and takes care of the submissives he plays with. He’s solid for aftercare too.
That helps put my mind at ease. I haven’t had much experience in the kink community, and it’s kind of daunting.
Paige
Just be honest with him, and it’ll all be fine.
And remember, you can revoke consent at any time. If you don’t want to go through with it, or you get The Ick, you can always, always say no.
I have no concerns that Thor will hurt me. I’m more concerned that my inexperience with kink will send him running for the hills. I mean, I know I like a good spanking, but that was with my toxic ex, not an experienced dominant.
A shiver slithers up my spine, bringing waves of goosebumps along with it. The idea of Thor spanking my ass definitely makes me feelfeelings.
Before I know it, I’ve wasted the two-hour lead time I had ahead of meeting Thor. I’m now picking through my wardrobe trying to find something to wear in the five minutes I have left before I need to leave to meet him.
He picked a cafe close to the club for us to meet. I still have no idea where he’s located when he’s not at work. Would be nice if he lived nearby. Having him close would be fantastic if we could work out some friends-with-benefits kinda vibe.
Mom always tells me I put the cart before the horse. We have barely kissed, and I’m already fucking him repeatedly when the need to scratch an itch arises.
My pussy flexes. Despite feeling like a born-again-virgin, I keep my downstairs kitty cat waxed and smooth, so I’m not concerned about having an overgrown bush he’ll need gardening shears to cut through to find my clit.
It’s going to be fine.
Silencing my phone when another text pings in the group chat with my sisters, I huff out a long, slow breath.
So what if I’m not a Doctor like my sister Izzie, or have a family like our other sister Sarah? So what if I don’t own my house? Or have a car that was made in this decade?
Okay, that one’s a sore point right now considering I just spent all my savings on fixing up that piece of crap. $2500 poured into it, and the very next day the friend-of-a-friend I’d planned to move in with bailed on me and left me high and dry.
I can’t get my $2500 back to put it toward my apartment, and I’m now in the market for a new potential roommate. And fast.
Sweat beads on my forehead. It’s not a cheap apartment. They want first and last month’s rent as well as a security deposit, and even if I tried to sell my car I wouldn’t get the $2500 I just sank into it, for whatever the hell the mechanic told me I needed.
Why would I have questioned it when I was adulting like a boss?
And now I’m fucked. Utterly fucked.
But none of that matters right now. Right now, I’m about to go talk to a Norse god who wants to bang me five ways to Friday.
Then I’m gonna let him.
