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Dean places his hat on his head after dropping some wadded up bills on the bar. “Simple indeed.” He claps a hand on my shoulder after tipping his head in goodbye at the other two. “You’ll find her, man. There’s someone for everyone.”
He leaves, and I put in an hour and a half with my friends—I’ve earned my computer time.
After paying my tab, I say goodbye to Jake and Hudson, eager to leave and get back toDaddysGirl.
At home,I kick off my boots and change into sweats before snagging my laptop off the counter and dragging it into bed with me. I reach into my cotton pants, beneath the band of my boxer briefs, and grip my cock as my computer comes online.
When her name appears, glowing in green—my new favorite color—I give myself a single tug.
The other night, I floated the idea of meeting. It was risky, and she told me as much. And as much as I wanted her to jump at my offer and say, “yes, let’s meet! I was hoping you would say that!”, I also really fucking loved what shedidsay.
I think we’re headed in that direction—I think pretty soon, we won’t have a choice. Our chemistry will literally tie us up and drag us together. Truly. That’s where I think we’re headed, Suede. But for now, I think it’s important we stick to anonymity and forge ahead. See what we’ve got before we call reality into play. You know? I like you, Suede. I like you a lot, but for now, I think we see what we’re made of before we try to meet.
I read it as many times as the app would allow before it disappeared. Her response means that she must feel what I feel. That, kink aside, she likes me enough to want to see where things go if we continue on the path we’re on. And she’s right—adding real life to that would only complicate things. If we continue our anonymous, all-consuming chatting, before we know who we are, what we do, and what we look like, we have the best chance of seeing what we’re made of without that noise.
She’s invested, and when she messages me first tonight, I stroke myself, my heart thrumming as I remind myself of that very thing—she’s invested in me.
DaddysGirl
How was your evening?
Suede0989
Not bad.
DaddysGirl
Do anything fun?
It’s wild the way she asks me if I did anything fun on the nights that I go out. She’s in tune with me on some wavelength, I really believe that.
I pull a blanket over my legs and turn the TV on for background noise.
Suede0989
Went out for a few beers with my friends.
It’s a weekly thing we do, blow off steam after the long work week, you know
DaddysGirl
It’s Tuesday
I can’t help but smirk.
Suede0989
We have tiring jobs
DaddysGirl
Fair enough
Suede0989
Can I admit something?
I think I’d actually melt into a puddle of total humiliation if any of my friends read this chat log. Thank god it self-destructs. If I die of a heart attack, it’s one less thing my ghost has to be embarrassed about.
