He spotted her first and caught her eye, nodding recognition. She smiled wearily, made her way to him, she looked up at him for the first time.
“Hello,” she smiled as she leaned into him.
He smiled shyly back at her, greeting her, offering to take the trolley.
He had warned her before meeting that he didn’t think he would be able to look at her directly. He was right, he couldn’t. He was nervous, … Continue Reading
She hungers.
Misdirected hunger, unfocussed hunger, a Domme-frenzy that is eating her up even as she hungers.
She trawls the grubby website for boys, boys that she doesn’t have to woo, boys that will come to her and offer themselves without reservation, boys that will let her do what she wants immediately, now, on first meet, without fear.
She views them, their lists of interests, looking for one who is local, one who likes pain, … Continue Reading
They had been in touch online and by phone already, he was funny, smart, he fitted. She liked his openness despite it not being his nature, his hints of shyness, his obvious desire to submit to her, his sense of humour, even his inexperience had appeal. In the last week before meeting, he seemed to be having doubts. She sensed his skittishness, like a racehorse baulking at the gate. She was travelling specifically to meet … Continue Reading