So it looks like I’m finally going on that first date I’ve been waiting twenty-four years for.
Holy fucking shit.
Apparently I am.
Sometimes I can be kinky as fuck and that excites me, because no one would know by looking at me. Or even knowing me, for years, they’d never guess.
It felt dirty at first, sexting someone I didn’t know at all. Like I really shouldn’t have been doing it. But it was so exciting and I thought, “fuck it, this is hot.” And hey, it was turning me on too. So why the fuck not?
And of course I have this epic sexting experience today when I get messaged by someone in my area and we start having a good conversation and he tells me he wants to keep talking and get to know each other. Of course my freaky side comes out and then on the other hand there’s this possibility of actually starting a nice, wholesome thing with a guy. Timing is everything. And it’s ironic.