hustling inside the building. Unlocking her door and flicking on the light, she stepped inside and dropped everything at the door. There was only one thing that would make her feel better and it was half a bottle of cheap red wine.
Her kitchen was bright and cheery, covered in red apple décor. It suited her, even though her mother hated it. She told her she liked lots of fruit everywhere because she was just as fruity. Uncorking a fresh bottle of bargain merlot, she poured herself a glass and kicked off her shoes. Excitement filled her suddenly as she remembered her profile on the dating site. Could someone really be interested in me? She topped off her glass and hurried upstairs to her bedroom where her laptop was beckoning.
It sat open on her desk, and a mouthful of wine caught in her throat as she saw she had four messages in her inbox already. Oh shit! She flopped down in her chair and took another drink of her wine. The first message was from someone called sexmonster23 and her finger hovered over the open button. Chugging the rest of her wine, she gathered her courage and opened it.
Dear Lily,
I was absolutely captivated with your profile. You are gorgeous…would you like to hook up sometime and see if I can make your sex box wet? I’m dripping with anticipation to see you…check the picture I attached.
Waiting for you,
Harlow
Her mouth fell open as she opened the included picture. Sexmonster23 was hung like a horse, and she fought the urge to press her nose to the screen to count his inches. Merciful Jesus. Her vag involuntarily clenched, and she looked down at her crotch. Oh, calm down! He’s only after sex! The rest of his pictures painted him as a veritable Adonis. She stood from the computer on shaky legs and rushed downstairs to get the rest of her wine. I’m gonna need this.
Once she made it back upstairs and was firmly ensconced in front of the laptop, she closed his very impressive snapshot and poured herself more wine. We said we’d be sluts, kiss frogs and see if we could find a prince…I mean, I’m pretty damn sure I could get laid. Should I respond? Kissing frogs could be a lot of fun.
Dear Harlow,
When do you want to make me wet?
Lily
She blushed hot as she hit send. The worst that would happen would be that he wouldn’t respond, or maybe he would. A part of her hoped he did. She needed some sex. The next message was from a guy calling himself sweethandsome31 . She opened his message and sipped her wine.
Dear Lily,
I’d love to get together. Maybe we could ride my motorcycle. Check out my profile and see what you think. I’d love to take you off into the sunset.
Charlie
All her alarm bells went off at the mention of his motorcycle. He was a bad boy, and she loved bad boys. They were fun, but she’d always had a rough go of bad boys…but they were fun, and wasn’t she supposed to have fun? Topping off her glass, she wrote Charlie back.
Dear Charlie,
I’d love to ride your motorcycle. Name the time and the place, and I’m there.
Lily
She giggled as she sent it and drank more wine. This is fun! The next message came from kittyluvr45 . A snort escaped her lips at the name. Is he talking about like real cats or “kitties?” Her answers were soon revealed as she read his note.
Dear Lily,
I would love for you to check out my profile and come to my basement and meet my five cats. There’s Tucker, Paulie, Puss, Leo, and Lover. I bet I can make you purr too if you gave me a chance. Don’t be freaked out by me living in my mom’s basement, I’m a computer programmer, I just choose to save my money by living at home. I promise I can rock your world.
Message me. Please. – James
She deleted the message, guffaws escaping from her mouth as she did so. Oh, hell no! I don’t need a guy living in his mom’s basement! The next message came from dirtywhiteboy77 .
Dear Lily,
Are you
Her kitchen was bright and cheery, covered in red apple décor. It suited her, even though her mother hated it. She told her she liked lots of fruit everywhere because she was just as fruity. Uncorking a fresh bottle of bargain merlot, she poured herself a glass and kicked off her shoes. Excitement filled her suddenly as she remembered her profile on the dating site. Could someone really be interested in me? She topped off her glass and hurried upstairs to her bedroom where her laptop was beckoning.
It sat open on her desk, and a mouthful of wine caught in her throat as she saw she had four messages in her inbox already. Oh shit! She flopped down in her chair and took another drink of her wine. The first message was from someone called sexmonster23 and her finger hovered over the open button. Chugging the rest of her wine, she gathered her courage and opened it.
Dear Lily,
I was absolutely captivated with your profile. You are gorgeous…would you like to hook up sometime and see if I can make your sex box wet? I’m dripping with anticipation to see you…check the picture I attached.
Waiting for you,
Harlow
Her mouth fell open as she opened the included picture. Sexmonster23 was hung like a horse, and she fought the urge to press her nose to the screen to count his inches. Merciful Jesus. Her vag involuntarily clenched, and she looked down at her crotch. Oh, calm down! He’s only after sex! The rest of his pictures painted him as a veritable Adonis. She stood from the computer on shaky legs and rushed downstairs to get the rest of her wine. I’m gonna need this.
Once she made it back upstairs and was firmly ensconced in front of the laptop, she closed his very impressive snapshot and poured herself more wine. We said we’d be sluts, kiss frogs and see if we could find a prince…I mean, I’m pretty damn sure I could get laid. Should I respond? Kissing frogs could be a lot of fun.
Dear Harlow,
When do you want to make me wet?
Lily
She blushed hot as she hit send. The worst that would happen would be that he wouldn’t respond, or maybe he would. A part of her hoped he did. She needed some sex. The next message was from a guy calling himself sweethandsome31 . She opened his message and sipped her wine.
Dear Lily,
I’d love to get together. Maybe we could ride my motorcycle. Check out my profile and see what you think. I’d love to take you off into the sunset.
Charlie
All her alarm bells went off at the mention of his motorcycle. He was a bad boy, and she loved bad boys. They were fun, but she’d always had a rough go of bad boys…but they were fun, and wasn’t she supposed to have fun? Topping off her glass, she wrote Charlie back.
Dear Charlie,
I’d love to ride your motorcycle. Name the time and the place, and I’m there.
Lily
She giggled as she sent it and drank more wine. This is fun! The next message came from kittyluvr45 . A snort escaped her lips at the name. Is he talking about like real cats or “kitties?” Her answers were soon revealed as she read his note.
Dear Lily,
I would love for you to check out my profile and come to my basement and meet my five cats. There’s Tucker, Paulie, Puss, Leo, and Lover. I bet I can make you purr too if you gave me a chance. Don’t be freaked out by me living in my mom’s basement, I’m a computer programmer, I just choose to save my money by living at home. I promise I can rock your world.
Message me. Please. – James
She deleted the message, guffaws escaping from her mouth as she did so. Oh, hell no! I don’t need a guy living in his mom’s basement! The next message came from dirtywhiteboy77 .
Dear Lily,
Are you
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