Luckiest Girl Ever...
"I have thirty one responses to my add" my mistress said.
having being stood up 2 out of three nights and my hormones raging my sexual frustration was peaking. i found the fact she was awake only slightly less irritating the the reality that i am still not going to get fucked,
"what" i ask a sences of dread creaping over me.as she starts reading email replies i pull up craigslist, "my" add is second from the top conpleate with a face pic
CL add:
I know this is gonna sound crazy, but my partner is a T-girl, and I am a woman.
She really needs a boy "friend". Not looking for a "serious" relationship. Not looking for someone that can't do a football game or movie. I don't like football, but do enjoy movies, and would be fine "hanging out", too.
We are very "open", and quirky couple. I suppose you could say we are "goth". not 24/7, not heavy, but we do love being freaks, and love the genre of music.
We both play magic, catan, and other board games. We fully dress costume for Renaissance Festivals, go to Starfest and Comi-Con when we can.
Whenever I tell her she should find a boyfriend, she always says she doesn't have the time. So, I'm trying to help her out a bit here.
Shoot me over an email, and I can get you together for drinks or dinner (?)
do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers
as soon as she reveals what she has done for me Like a Fem Nazi i start micromanaging the responses
"size matters"
"i'm kinda in to black guys.."
"i don"t know about too much facial hair"
The selfish bitch with in was exposed. Like the Aphrodite she is, my mistress smiled and shrugged off my intrusions.
"I will handle it, it was supposes to be a surprise"
as the warm primal sensation sexual fulfillment and intrigue pulsated and engorged my core i accepted my mistress's muting, and awaited the embrace of the bed chamber knowing i was the luckiest bitch alive:) .
having being stood up 2 out of three nights and my hormones raging my sexual frustration was peaking. i found the fact she was awake only slightly less irritating the the reality that i am still not going to get fucked,
"what" i ask a sences of dread creaping over me.as she starts reading email replies i pull up craigslist, "my" add is second from the top conpleate with a face pic
CL add:
I know this is gonna sound crazy, but my partner is a T-girl, and I am a woman.
She really needs a boy "friend". Not looking for a "serious" relationship. Not looking for someone that can't do a football game or movie. I don't like football, but do enjoy movies, and would be fine "hanging out", too.
We are very "open", and quirky couple. I suppose you could say we are "goth". not 24/7, not heavy, but we do love being freaks, and love the genre of music.
We both play magic, catan, and other board games. We fully dress costume for Renaissance Festivals, go to Starfest and Comi-Con when we can.
Whenever I tell her she should find a boyfriend, she always says she doesn't have the time. So, I'm trying to help her out a bit here.
Shoot me over an email, and I can get you together for drinks or dinner (?)
do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers
as soon as she reveals what she has done for me Like a Fem Nazi i start micromanaging the responses
"size matters"
"i'm kinda in to black guys.."
"i don"t know about too much facial hair"
The selfish bitch with in was exposed. Like the Aphrodite she is, my mistress smiled and shrugged off my intrusions.
"I will handle it, it was supposes to be a surprise"
as the warm primal sensation sexual fulfillment and intrigue pulsated and engorged my core i accepted my mistress's muting, and awaited the embrace of the bed chamber knowing i was the luckiest bitch alive:) .
7 年 前