I'd had enough of wimpy guys and this date was a total loser. I asked him to pick out a place to go for dinner and it took him almost a half an hour to make up his mind. If that wasn't enough, I asked him how I looked and he kind of hummed and hawed and said, "Gee, pretty good". Jesus, I want the man in my life to not be able to live unless he screws me the moment he sees me, you know?
Enough already, I thought, and as we finished our drinks I told him I'd meet him at the place for dinner he'd picked out, but instead of ridding with him, I told him I had to to stop at my mom's afterwards. Well, as soon as the coast was clear, I jetted off to meet my friend Kim who I was texting on the way about how much of a loser my date turned out to be.
"So it was a bust, huh?" She asked when I walked in the door. It was noisy, so I motioned for her to follow me to a booth off to the side.
"What a pussy he was. I felt like I was the one with the dick for god's sake." I joked.
"Next time you join a dating site - write exactly what you want, not some fantasy that's just not you - don't try and be the girl your folks think you are - be your true self - go for it. If you wanted to be treated like a real woman, look for a real man!" She advised.
"You're right, I want a man who will want to rip my clothes off when he sees me after along day apart, not some slug who just plops down on the couch after work. I'll do it - I'll stop pretending and ask for the real thing!" I agreed.
I thought about what she said on the way home and when I got to my apartment, I re-wrote my entire profile. Instead of asking for a nice guy to share the finer things of life with, I wrote that I wanted a take charge kind of man who isn't afraid of taking command when the situation demanded it. I also added that he had to be good looking and be carrying a decent package. I was a little drunk when I wrote it, and thought I was pretty funny about how I went on about what a man should do for a woman.
The next day when I checked my responses, I had one, and he sounded perfect. He said he has no problem taking control and that included in the bedroom too. As far as his package was concerned, he promised that when the time came, I'd be a very happy girl.
I blushed as I read this, but decided I needed to take a chance and invited him to a movie tonight and told him he could pick me up at my apartment. I was all in - this time I was going to find my better half.
6 o'clock arrived and right on time, there was a knock at the door, and I peeped through the keyhole before I let my blind date in. He looked normal enough to take a chance on, so I unlocked the door and opened it. He immediately took my hand and gave it a strong shake.
"Hi, I'm Josh, and you're Jenny, right? You are beautiful - it's going to be hard to stay a gentleman around you. I think from your profile, we're going to really hit it off." He said, sounding very polite, but a little crude too.
"Nice to meet you, I liked your profile too. Come on in. I'll show you around, then we can get to the movie." I told him, pleasantly surprised that he was as good looking in person, as in his picture. Sometimes the pictures some people post are so off it's not funny.
We stepped into the living room and I was about to tell him to take notice of my photography I had scattered about my apartment, when he suddenly switched personas.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back, I've got a surprise for you." He told me, his voice commanding.
I complied without thinking too much about why he wanted this, and felt my wrists being circled in soft fur and then heard the sound of these bracelets clicking into place. I'd been handcuffed!
"Um, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I guess I can't control myself around such a pretty girl. Just taking charge like you asked. That's what you wrote in your profile, right? You want a take charge kind of man, well, I'm taking charge." He firmly told me.
We'd agreed to meet at my apartment, which I knew was risky, but figured, hey, that's a good way to get to know each other, you know? But now I was thinking about the other advice Kim gave me - meet in a public place and get the know them before inviting a stranger home. Crap!
"Now turn around towards me." Josh ordered. I had trouble, seeing how my hands were clasped behind my back and he had to help me get situated. I was now officially scared.
"We don't want to be late for the movie." I pointed out, nervously, hopping he'd change his mind about what he was up to.
"Get on your knees." He ordered.
"What?" I asked in disbelief. That could only mean one thing - he wanted oral sex. My knees gave way as my head fogged up with fear. Josh easily pushed me to the floor and now there was an unmistakable bulge staring at me. God, I was in trouble.
"Josh, I want you to release me, OK?" I ask, my voice cracking.
He replied by pulling my top up and reaching out and feeling up my breasts. I was in shock. He was talking while he pinched my nipples and I was having a hard time following what he was saying.
"I'm going to give you a safe word, or phrase, OK? It's 'cum in my mouth'. You say that and I'll stop what I'm doing, otherwise, I keep going. You wanted a take charge kind of man, well..." He chuckled.
"What? This is not what I meant, now let me go." I gasp.
Josh unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. His right hand went behind my head as his left hand lifted up my chin. There was no doubt about it - I was about to get face fucked!
"No, please, we really are misunderstanding each other here. I..." My words were interrupted when his cock entered my mouth. He was definitely a take charge kind of man. I was now thinking a nice wimpy man would be great about now. Josh's hands guided my head back and forth as his hips began moving in perfect rhythm.
"Oh, god, your mouth feels good. I'm definitely going to ask you out again. I might even make you my girlfriend - if you swallow." He grunted as he reached down and continued feeling me up. My breasts and very sensitive and even though I didn't want this, my body was responding in ways I was embarrassed about.