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Pulling up his profile, he appeared to be another perfect match. And his profile name made me wonder if he was just what I was looking for. Someone who was dirty enough, but not dark enough to cross the line.
JEK:Hit me up if you’re interested in talking to see if we match up.
His second message gave me pause. The site already had us matched up, but the fact that he wanted to talk to double check had me feeling good about this particular match. All my previous matches had automatically gone straight to wanting to hook up. They’d been ready with dates and times with their first messages to me. This felt different.
So, different, in fact, that I fired off a reply.
SFP:Sorry about the late response, busy day.
I’d sent the message, and was ready to send another one, when another message came in almost immediately.
JEK:No problem. I understand being busy.
SFP:Can I ask you something intrusive?
JEK:Without knowing you, you probably know more about me than the people closest to me.
He had a point. Even if we didn’t know each other, for him to have become a match for me, I knew a lot of what he liked personally, even if I didn’t know his name or what he looked like.
JEK:Ask away.
SFP:How long have you been on this site?
JEK:A couple of years. It’s a great site for what I need.
I thought about that, and hoped he was right. However, even with all the specifications checked off, I knew people lied. He could be married with six kids and I wouldn’t know it.
But there was only one way to find out.
The rest of the night was spent messaging back and forth with JustEnoughKink, and I really did feel like this time might be different.
Chapter 22
Grayson~
Ihad no idea how long I’ve been on this goddamn website, but my eyes were starting to cross with everything I’ve read.
And.
Holy.
Shit.
Ques?ionable.com wasn’t like your regular dating or hookup sites. It was so damn detailed, it seemed almost impossible to not to find exactly what you’re looking for. When I had clicked on the Rough Play header, it had taken me to another set of options, and from there, it had taken me to another, then another, then another.
However, like all sites, you only got a limited tour of the site unless you created a profile. The site showed you just enough to entice you, but not enough to show you if the site was really for you or not.
So, I created a profile.
And though I knew I had no idea what Molly’s profile was, I had that damn name from her message imprinted on my brain.
JustEnoughKink.
The name, alone, had given me a hint as to what Molly might like; a bit of dirty, but nothing violent. Or so, that’s what I assumed. And of course, we all knew people on the internet lied all the time, but I didn’t understand why anyone would need to lie on this site. It was so specific, it tossed embarrassment out the door. If you were getting matched with someone, it was because they liked the damn nearexactsame thing you did, and that was rather thrilling.
However, I wasn’t here to find a match. I was here to find Molly. I wanted to match with Molly. I wanted to know her secrets. I wanted to be the one to make all her fantasies come true, no matter what they were.
Except for sharing.
