Her eyes skimmed down the page focusing only on key phrases like, “your PayPal address is required” or “in-person meetings are not recommended unless you feel safe.” The final thing to grab her eyes was the closing on the email. “Sit back in your favorite computer chair and be ready for steamy encounter with a single who might be perfect for you. XXX Matthew Cobral.”
Very little made sense at the moment save for putting in her stupid email and trying to ignore the flashback of her dream thanks to seeing Cobral’s name. She paused for just a split second, hovering over the hyperlink as a small voice reminded her she missed her husband. Three year, Vi, it’s time to let go. Releasing a breath, she clicked on the link and waited as the site loaded.
The form was simple, review her personal information and upload a photo if she wanted. “Do I do it? Do I want people only being interested in a match with me because I upload a photo?” She snorted. “It’s a sex site that may lead to a date later, of course I want people to see who I am.” There was a folder of pictures on her desktop, but they were older. They didn’t represent her slightly fuller form since childbirth or the darkness of her hair now that she’d stopped lightening it. “But I haven’t taken one without a drooling toddler kissing my cheek in years.”
She hated selfies. There was something incredibly obnoxious at the idea that someone thought they were so wonderfully good looking they had to share it with the world, nineteen times a day. Unfortunately, that was the best she was going to be able to do if she didn’t want to wait. The cursor flicked back and forth on the screen as she fumbled trying to remember where the webcam on the Mac was.
After a few flickers, she stared back at herself on the screen. “The jacket comes off. Now,” she told her reflection and stood up to tug the navy blazer off and unbutton the top three buttons on her periwinkle top. Her breasts spilled out, and she tugged the lacy bra up a bit higher. She’d never lacked in the boobs department, but that didn’t mean she needed to give away the whole show in her photo, just enough to get them interested. Shaking her hands out she sat down and ran them over her sleek blue-black hair and tucked it behind her ears. “It’s now or never.”
Again, Virginia paused, trying to find any excuse to back out. She wasn’t this person, only, in the past three years, she’d somehow lost hold of who she was. “Maybe this is you now.”
Letting out one last breath, her finger pushed down on the mouse pad and the fake shutter sound on the computer filled the room.
She glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes until you have to leave back to the office. Not an hour.” The screen loaded and she realized she had question upon question to answer. “Well, I’m sure I can just not submit it if I don’t finish.”
The questions were incredibly personal, but she supposed she shouldn’t be shocked. Did she like food play? Hmm no.
Did she enjoy being in control? A slight shudder went through her as she typed “no.”
What was her ideal sexual encounter location? She tapped her fingers on the desk as she thought. Nathan and she had always been very safe, never too wild, so it left a lot of unknown and new locations. Kitchen Table.
The alarm on her phone went off before she could finish and she cursed at it.
“Well you’ve waited three years, a few extra days or weeks won’t kill your libido any more than you already have.” With a sigh, she stood up from the computer, fixed the buttons on her shirt, grabbed her blazer, and went to meet Mary.