Dahlia glanced at her phone and smiled. She had another notification from the guy she'd been chatting with on the new dating app she'd downloaded last week. Since then, she'd gotten messages from several guys ranging from ones who clearly hadn't even read her profile to ones to just wanted to send dick pics to ones who opened with the same cheesy line they probably used on everyone. But this guy: there was something about him. His profile picture wasn't anything special, but he was cute, in a geeky kind of way. Brown hair, faded tee shirt, glasses with thick black frames. Also, his arms. Subtly muscular with a few tattoos. Swoon. And he seemed interesting and literary. He was a history professor at the local university and his list of favorite books included a lot of her own favorites. Their messages to each other had started out very casual, with them chatting about books and places they liked to hike, but over the last couple of days the messages had been getting flirtier and more and more sexually charged.
Dahlia opened the new message and bit her lower lip. "So, Dahlia, what excites you sexually?"
Oh, okay, so they were going there. Her heart started beating a little faster and she noticed that her nipples were starting to harden.
She swallowed hard and debated with herself about what to write, tucking her long, brown hair behind her ear. This could go so many directions. Yet, the whole point of downloading this app had been to try to find someone compatible with herself. Someone who had the same kinks or was at least willing to explore them with her. And she had a feeling that this guy, Mike, might just share some of her predilections, based on some veiled references he had made earlier.
"So, here's the thing," she wrote, "I'm a strong, independent woman in life. And God help you if you try to order me around or act like you're in charge of me. But, in the bedroom, nothing gets me hotter than submitting. I like to be dominated."
She held her breath, waiting for his response, but all she could see was "..." She knew he was writing, and writing quite a bit, or else writing, erasing, and rewriting, by the looks of it. Respond already! She screamed in her head. What if she'd read the situation all wrong? What if he wasn't into this kind of thing?
Finally, his message appeared. "Oh. My. God. You are my fucking dream girl. Hot as hell, smart as hell, AND you like to be dominated? You aren't just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear, right?"
Dahlia smiled. "No!" she wrote, "This is something deep within me. A primal need. Can you fill it for me?"
This time the response was immediate. "Hell, yes!"
Another message appeared quickly afterward. "I have the same kind of primal need. But mine is to dominate. I want to do things to you that you can only imagine. I don't want to scare you, though. I think we should move slowly. I want to make sure that you always feel safe with me and that you know you always have the right to stop anything that's happening. I want to earn your trust."
Was this guy for real? "Thank you. I totally agree," she wrote, "And I'm so glad we are on the same page about everything."
