Page 6 of In Plain Sight

Resolutely, I clicked on male. If I was going to do this, then I was going all in and searching exactly what I craved.

After clicking theno meetingsfilter, I scanned the massive list of kinks I could choose from. I didn’t know what half the words meant, and I didn’t bother looking them up. I could expand my kink vocabulary and wish list later. Right now I was sticking with what I knew.

I found the JOI, or jerk off instructions, option and bypassed the rest. It was probably best to keep the search simple for now.

My screen shimmered, and the first profile appeared.

I swiped left. The guy was hot as fuck with ripped abs and an impressive dick print in his low-slung sweats, but his bio was an instant turnoff. I wasn’t about to trust someone who had no issues writing that they refused to use safe words on a kink app.

The next profile appeared, and I swiped left again, then again.

After nearly a full minute of swiping left on every profile that popped up, I was ready to admit defeat and delete the damn app.

This was a stupid idea.

I was just about to exit out of it when a photo appeared on my screen, and I froze.

It was the same shirtless, headless torso pic that everyone, including me, used. But something about it was different.

The guy was in shape, but he wasn’t like the gym bros I kept seeing while I’d been swiping left. He was big with broad shoulders and strong arms, but his muscles looked like they were the result of a physical job and not a gym routine. His stomach was tight and flat, but he didn’t have visible abs, which I found incredibly hot. I liked abs, but knowing how much work they were to maintain, I preferred lean muscles over chiseled ones.

I couldn’t see his legs with how the photo was cropped, and it was missing the dick print that so many guys made sure was front and center in their pics. I liked that he kept that behind the paywall, so to speak.

The app didn’t allow nudity on your public profile. Users had to match with you before you could access their full galleries and the message option.

Tearing my eyes from his pic, I checked out his username and bio.

MrNiceGuy ~I’m nice until you don’t want me to be. No meetups. No names. No limits.

It wasn’t the most original bio, and it didn’t really say much about him, but I kind of liked that. And I really liked that he wasn’t into meeting or exchanging details. I wasn’t sure what no limits meant in this context, but I couldn’t see it being a bad thing.

On a whim, I swiped right. Might as well shoot my shot.

My screen shimmered, then exploded in a burst of flames, leaving MrNiceGuy’s full profile in its wake.

He’d already swiped right on me?

A little flutter tickled my chest when I saw the green dot under his avatar was glowing.

He was online.

Biting my lip, I scanned the rest of his profile.

He was twenty-nine, and he’d left most of the fields blank, but that wasn’t really a red flag since I’d done the same.

I wasn’t looking for a partner or a date, so I didn’t see the point of writing down my interests or giving any sort of personal details about myself.

Drawing in a shaky breath, I opened his gallery.

More shirtless, headless pics appeared. None of the photos showed his dick, but they were cropped so his dick print was clearly visible under the fabric of his pants.

I liked that. The little bit of mystery was appealing, and it made me want to see more.

Mustering up my courage, I hit the message button.

Sinbin: hey

It wasn’t the most original greeting, but it was what I was going with.

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