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If you were here, I’d make your coffee for you.
I haven’t been getting sexual, not yet, but I am making my feelings known in so many ways.DaddysGirlis aware that oldSuedehas caught feelings. The best part? Those feelings are mutual.
I feel it.
Suede0989
I’m in the kitchen, getting mine started now.
I try to picture her filling a carafe, the same way as me, but I struggle with an image in my mind. In all of last night’s good jest and banter, we continued to follow the rules onVeiledand did not discuss anything about ourselves in reality. No subtle comments about appearance, or baited remarks about bodies. We were so immersed in conversation that neither of us went there.
To help shape my future fantasies, even if just around morning coffee, I can’t help but ask–
Suede0989
Do you have a single cup or a full pot?
DaddysGirl
12-cups
Didn’t peg me for a weakling one-cupper, did you?
After pouring the carafe into the tank and loading the filter with grounds, I hit start and drag my last clean mug from the cabinet. I love the way the smell of dark roast brewing slowly infiltrates the space around me.
Suede0989
My mistake
DaddysGirl
Tell me now if you’re a weak one-cupper
The only size I’m queen of is your coffee cup
Set against the white subway tile backsplash—one of the first things I redid in my old house was the kitchen—I snap a photo of my blue ceramic mug and send it to her.
Chats are monitored through AI—which can fuck off to hell—but because this photo gives nothing away about me, who I am or where I live, the photo stays in blue approval mode for only a moment before flashing through, their green approval color outlining it.
Suede0989
Give me a three-cup mug or give me death
Her dots appear, and as the coffee percolates, and the sunshine from mid-morning spills onto my hands over the keyboard, I can’t help but smile. A disgusting, completely corny, making-myself-sick-a-little smile.
I’m drunk on feeling the spark of interest and excitement, like chatting with her on this app is an untapped heady high.
DaddysGirl has sent an image. Do you accept?
I click “yes” and on-screen appears an image of a large metal tumbler, blue with a stainless band at the top. It looks like it holds 30 ounces. It’s huge. In the background, fuzzy and out of focus, I spot a small coffee pot brewing.
Suede0989
Big mug
How many of those puny pots does it take to fill your mug?
Watching her dots dance as I wait for her to reply has quickly, in the span of just a few weeks, become the most exciting fucking thing in my life. That fact speaks volumes to how badly I need to scratch the itch, so to speak.
