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Johnny: No, you were falling out of your dress. I didn’t see your face.
Me: All you care about is looks, huh?
Johnny: And horseback riding. Bareback mostly.
This guy is amusing.
Me: I insist you send me some kind of picture beyond your nether regions with a ruler. Impressive by the way. It will at least tell me you’re real.
Johnny: I’m very real.
Me: Show me.
I glance down and see there’s an icon to include photos in the chat screen.
Me: I won’t share the photo.
After a whole minute that feels like an hour, I type: Please.
Johnny: How is this?
A selfie of a beautifully sculpted torso of rippling abs de-pixilates. Now I know where those 250 pounds are from.
Sighing, I type:
Me: That could be someone else.
Johnny: Trust me.
Me: I don’t know you.
Johnny: Get to know me. Tell me your fantasy?
What if those abs are real? I bet he also has veiny arms and ripped shoulders, not to mention a tight ass like…
Eoghan.
I broke my cherry with a god and now my bar is too high. Johnny is right, his looks shouldn’t matter. If he doesn’t want to show his face then maybe I can just fantasize it’s Eoghan.
Hmmm.
My eyes wander to my balcony, and my heart kickstarts as I think of the fantasy where Eoghan watched me get off with my vibrator the other night.
Only, it’s dangerous to give a stranger my home address and tell him to figure out a way to climb onto my balcony. What do I do? Leave the door open so he can sneak inside? Kind of ruins the magic.
That fantasy of Eoghan standing there paired with the burning question, how did he get here, is what made me come so hard with Rocco I didn’t stop shaking for a full twenty minutes.
Still, it’s too risky with a complete stranger.
What if I stage that scene someplace else?
My car perhaps?
On the edge of the desert. Get in my backseat, fire up Rocco, and then have Johnny stroll by and rip open the back door, flip me over…
Hands shaking, I start to type…
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
