So I somehow wound up flirting with this very pretty girl who is new to poly but not so new to kink on okcupid today.
And I weirdly started getting a little dommy with her and she was being all sweet and egging me on.
This could be interesting, but I’m kind of freaking out because I barely know what I’m doing.
So, I’ve been exploring okcupid a little for playmates.
Most of my prospects have been pretty bleak.
But lately I’ve been talking to somebody who seems to have some similar interests.
I literally just told a guy that I’m “more of an Upper Floor girl than a Public Disgrace girl.”
So I guess that’s just how I flirt now.
Me: Goodnight.
Me: Wait no I want to be brave and send [guy from the orgy with the hitachi] a message.
Me: Oh god but i cannot.
Me: (I used to do this about you, btw).
Sir: Aww baby really??
Me: Yeah, silly. When I had a stupid crush on you.
Sir: Aww baby.
Me: Ok so what if I said like
Me: Thanks for the invite to [another event THAT I CAN’T FREAKING GO TO GROAN] and I wish I could make it. And thank you for a really awesome first on New Year’s Eve AGH I DON’T KNOW I CAN’T DO THIS
Sir: Aww.
Sir: Playing the shy girl.
Sir: He’ll probably like it.
Me: No no I’m not going to say that last part.
Me: That’s me freaking out.
I went out last night to a bar with some people in my graduate cohort. On the way home, I texted Sir to let him know I was headed to bed.
“Did any guys try to hit on you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, “three.”
I was a bit surprised when he texted me back with, “mmmm so hot.”
“That’s hot to you?” I asked, “how is that hot to you?”
“Yeah, guys drooling over my girl,” he replied.
We both kind of get turned on by possessiveness and infidelity. Naturally, it’s not really one of those fantasies you can really do to the hilt, but we talk about it a lot.
I smirked and texted, “one called me sweetie. Like, ‘hey there, sweetie.’”
“Mmm, what an asshole.”
“You love that.”
He called me a pervert. I insisted he was more of one. And so he called me a filthy little girl and a floozy.
“I am not,” I answered as I walked in the door and set my bag down, “I didn’t flirt back.”
“I know. You’re a good girl.”
“Oh yeah?” I teased, “So assured I wouldn’t cheat?”
I’m sincerely glad I’ve found someone just about as fucked up as I am, who isn’t judgmental about some really absurdly messed up fantasies I have.
Easing out the Kinks, Part Five
When we got back into Penthouse’s, his family was home. I hoped the flush had died down in my cheeks as I hung up my coat and we went to go hang out in his bedroom.
While we waited for Craftsmate to arrive, Penthouse received a text from Popcorn. I asked him to say hi for me and he handed me his phone and told me to say hi for myself. For some reason, for how much bravado I can have with men, I get really bashful when it comes to flirting with women. This is especially the case when it comes to Popcorn, which Penthouse finds hilarious. So, he always tries to encourage me to flirt with her a little.
In the middle of this, Craftsmate called and said he was downstairs. Being a little mean, Penthouse put the clamps on my nipples, though significantly looser, and told me I would have to tell Craftsmate all about it as he tucked the chain discreetly into my bra. While I started blushing, Penthouse and I took the elevator down and found him waiting in the lobby.
I was happy to see Craftsmate, but I was unsure how stuff would pan out after some tensions had arisen a few days prior. He gave Penthouse one of those bro hugs and claps on the back before leaning down to kiss me.
The elevator doors closed and we began the slow climb up to Penthouse’s apartment in what was probably the most awkward, loaded elevator rides ever.
