First Munch Fantasy
I squirmed in my chair. I was at my first munch alone and feeling nervous, while waiting for a guy I barely knew to show up. Actually, I didn't even know his name. "I guess I'll have to ask, assuming he shows up" I thought dourly.
This particular munch was an erotica reading, very much up my alley. Enough so to get my hermit ass out of bed.
I listened intently, the story was just starting to get good. I quivered a bit when the reader started describing a vivid scene of passion. I hadn't been this turned on in public in years and it felt so freeing.
Just then, I was interrupted from my thoughts by a familiar face. A very familiar face I happened to be in love with and wasn't at all expecting to see.
His name is Christopher and he hasn't spoken to me in four weeks.
Everything was going well. He was very affectionate, but had a tendency to be distant. He had disappeared before but never for this long so I assumed he was ghosting me.
I was trying to move on, looking for another dom. He must have seen it on my fetlife profile that I was coming here. Was he really following me that closely? It seemed too good to be true.
I made eye contact with him for one fiery second then looked down bashfully, trying to appear submissive. "I guess he did read all of my messages" I thought to myself. But before I could keep thinking, I was interrupted by a less familiar face. A face I had forgotten existed; my date.
He greeted me, we hugged a bit awkwardly.
"Hey so, I just realized I don't know your name... Daddy." I giggled to ease the tension.
He laughed, "it's Amir. Guess we never got around to that, huh?"
He had a reassuring demeanor, I liked him a lot. We had great natural chemistry. But I had to interrupt it to deliver a hard truth.
"You see that guy over there?"
"The one staring at you?"
"Yeah, that one. I've told you about him, the one who ghosted me."
His eyes widened in shock, he looked from me to Christopher then back at me.
"How did he know you were here?"
"I rsvp'd on fetlife."
"Does he follow you?"
"No," I said, smiling mischievously. "He didn't want me to know he was interested... until now."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm on a date with you, so I'm going to continue enjoying myself." I told him. "But I will be honest, I have no self control when it comes to him. If he asks me to leave with him, I will."
"Thank you for being honest."
"And just so you know, if he doesn't approach me, I have every intention of riding your dick tonight." I pulled away as I had leaned in to whisper that last part in his ear.
He smiled widely and put his hand on my thigh. "Let's hope he stays away then." I could feel eyes burning into the back of my skull. I laughed and leaned into Amir.
I could feel the eyes loosen their grip on my skull. I felt disappointment coming from Christopher. That's how I know he's my twin flame. I can feel his feelings from time to time.
Not wanting to disappoint him, I excused myself to the bathroom to send him the most submissive text I could think of.
"Am I allowed to approach you, Sempai?"
I spent a few minutes checking myself out, waiting for a reply that would never come. I left the bathroom in a bit of a funk.
I immediately perked up when I saw something incredible. Christopher was at my table, talking to Amir.
I stopped immediately, unsure if it was okay to approach the men. They appeared to be... negotiating. The thought turned me on.
I made eye contact with Christopher who nodded briefly. I approached the table and took my seat.
"Sorry to interrupt the business deal." I laughed awkwardly.
Christopher laughed, pulled me toward him and kissed my temple. I lit up, blushing from head to toe. Then he immediately left without another word.
I leaned into Amir and nuzzled his neck affectionately. Some sort of deal had been struck, that was for certain. I didn't need to know the details. I just needed someone to fuck me and cuddle me. And it was looking like tonight that was to be Amir.
I put my hand on his thigh and giggled. "Sorry," I purred into his ear."The combination of hearing these dirty stories and knowing that i'm owned is titillating."
"That Chris is a lucky man."
Chris. Hmm. He had always been Christopher with me. I enjoyed the formality, I took it as a challenge.
"Thank you. Now let's talk about what you're going to do to me! Sorry" I giggled, "I'm just so horny."
He smiled. "There are rules. A gentleman's agreement. But I'll break it if you want me to."
I laughed nervously, "no no, I want to follow the rules."
"Good girl," he said, patting my head gently, then petting me a bit.
It felt good but hollow. He was a Daddy but not my Daddy. I still enjoyed the attention.
He turned my face toward him and kissed me briefly. Too much tongue. That was unfortunate. But then I gave into it and started to enjoy it. I was making out with a stranger in public, and I wasn't even drunk. I had really started to conquer my inhibitions.
We moved to a booth for more privacy, with me on the inside. I felt safe and protected. So safe that I found myself spreading my legs as his left hand crept up my right thigh.
His finger found my clitoris and rubbed quickly. It hurt a bit, but I wanted to explore my masochistic side. The longer it went on, the better it felt and I longed to feel his fingers inside me.
He plunged two fingers deeply into me as I wriggled on the bench. It was so hard to keep from moaning. I bit my lip hard.
"All right, it's time to go home."
I pulled myself together and ignored the stares coming from all directions.
