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The kinks list. I minimized the chat and scoured the still-unfamiliar user interface ofVeileduntil I realized that people on the app were organized by what they chose as their interests, put into bubbles on the main page titled “VeiledUsers Online You Share Interests With.”
There we were. Right there. Sharing a kinky bubble.
That was going on two months ago, and I’ve been absolutely addicted to chatting with her every single night since. I even called out of school one day, played hooky, just to talk to her.
Tonight I’m missing our first away game so I can talk to her, and while I know I should feel guilty, I really don’t.
I’m too fucking excited.
What willDaddysGirlsay tonight? What morsel of information about her life will she drop and let me pick up and lick from my greedy fingertips? Will she be talkative? Will theconversation finally veer into a flirty space where we can discuss the one thing bringing us together? What if she isn’t online?
That last one always makes me fucking angry. And a little sick. Thinking of logging on and not seeing heractivespins me out if I really let myself think about it.
I get why they set the app up this way, to protect people who want a casual and fleeting thing. But it’s also so dangerous, too. Because if she isn’t online, and never came back online, I would have no way of finding her.
That terrifies me.
At home, I toss my dinner into the microwave to reheat and plug my laptop in for some extra juice while I get cleaned up. After a hot shower and a cold beer, I slide onto my couch in nothing but a pair of sweats and open my laptop.
I lick my lips, and shove a hand through my hair, still damp. Reaching for my beer, I take a pull, enjoying the cold sting of booze against my jumpy nerves. We’ve talked for nearly two months and without knowing her name, what she does or where she is, I’m obsessed.
I log intoVeiledusing my very cringy username—Suede0989 since my favorite hat is suede and,yep, that’s the month and year I was born—I am greeted by the welcome screen.
Welcome to Veiled.
An anonymous chat service designed for the times you’re in between serious things.
As my screen populates, desire flares uncomfortably amidst the unease. I want to know whoDaddysGirlis, and I want to meet her because we talk so easily, it has to be proof of a deeper, far more meaningful connection.
But on the other hand, not knowing who she is means not having to worry about reality, about making a future work—it lets me breathe and enjoy my time online. Not having to worry if the whole thing is going to be a waste of time because she doesn’t like what I like is nice. And not projecting my life’s hopes and dreams onto her is nice, too.
Casual is good. It's what the app is designed for.
I hadn’t realized how much I was repressing from spending time on all those other dating sites. OnVeiled, withDaddysGirl, it feels so different.
Heat bubbles up along the back of my neck, sweeping down my spine, and settling in my groin as she comes online.
I lick my lips and drop my eyes to the body of the message, which pops up just moments after she logs on. She wastes no time getting to me, and that has more of an effect on me than it should.
DaddysGirl
I realized I never asked you about your username.
Another message directly below the first.
If your username is suede because you dress in head to toe blue suede, or you’re an Elvis impersonator obsessed with Blue Suede Shoes, you should save us both some heartache and disclose that.
I like suede, just not a full outfit. And not blue. And not in relation to an Elvis obsession.
Unless… Wait.
Assless suede chaps?
Wearing a smirk, I sink into the couch and find myself replying.
Suede0989
My favorite hat is suede, but now I’m wondering what you’ve got against Elvis impersonators.
