Part 1 How to Catch a Slut (Step 3)

3. Keep her waiting. Don’t respond to every text, every email…not right away. Make her begin to crave your attention. You already are focused on her, but don’t let her know that. Be gentle. Be subtle. Go slowly.

She’d sent two texts, one telling Him about how her “thinking about him” last night had gone. He was right, she could imagine anything. He could be anyone. Her neighbor, or a coworker. He could be tall, dark, handsome, in her minds eye, he could be all she needed. It was more fantasy, to be sure, but there was a hint of the “concrete” to her fantasy. Damn, she didn’t want to jump into anything rash, but she also had been searching for so long. Multiple short-term relationships stacked up like cordwood in her history; she was looking for the perfect guy…and he wasn’t out there.

Her second text had asked about a face-to-face meeting.

She’d checked her phone. Nothing.

She checked to make sure her volume was up, the vibe function was operational.

Nothing.

Just after noon, her phone chimed. She snatched up the phone, holding it close to her chest with two hands, her heart racing. If it wasn’t him she was going to be so disappointed.

She tilted the phone away, glancing at the corner of the screen. It was  a text. She tilted it more. It was from him! The throb in her pussy echoed her thundering heartbeat.

It sounds like you had an enjoyable evening. I’m pleased that you reached your climax, thinking of me.

That was it? She wanted more. And he hadn’t answered about meeting in person. Well, she’d wait. Maybe he had a job that precluded lots of text time. Maybe he was a doctor. Or a construction worker. Maybe he drove a subway. Or a bus. Or was a businessman. There were so many unknowns. It didn’t really matter what he did for work. She just wanted…more.

 

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About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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4 Responses to Part 1 How to Catch a Slut (Step 3)

  1. SouthernSir says:

    She is slowly getting sucked in just as I am.

  2. Wordwytch says:

    Sure makes you wonder what’s next. 🙂

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