There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
— George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
I couldn't tell if it was nerves or all the coffee I drank in the coffee shop waiting for my appointment. I sat there still wondering if I should even follow through with this meeting. We had emailed back and forth the last few days, and she seemed to be just what I was looking for. As I glanced at my watch, I heard the bell above the door ring, instantly grabbing my attention.
It was her. She wasn't all glammed up like in her pictures. She definitely looked shorter than I imagined, but it was her. She looked like any other woman in the shop. She wore a long winter jacket, and trendy knitted cap with her long blonde hair popping out over the knitted scarf. She looked about the room, and I instinctively waved. "I guess I'm committed to this now," I thought.
She walked over and took off her scarf and jacket as I stood to greet her.
"Hi, I'm Lynn. It's nice to meet you." She smiled as she held her hand out shake mine.
"I'm Dylan...I must say, you..."
"...aren't like what I look like on my website. I've heard that before once or twice." She set her jacket on armrest of the couch and pulled off her cap as she sat down. She wore nothing out of the ordinary...nice sweater, jeans, flats, simple jewelry...she could've been the girl next door, but deep down I knew she wasn't.
"Ummmm...yeah," was all I could muster to reply. "Oh...I have something for you." I reached into my own coat pocket to pull out a purple envelope which I give to Lynn. She smiled and opened envelope, pulling out the Thank You card.
"Oh, you shouldn't have." As she opened the card, she caught the $100 gift card from falling out, and read the inscription I wrote. "Thank you very much."
"I didn't know...how...or..."
"I get it," she smiled and lightly touched my shoulder as I stuttered. "This is a very intimate thing and trust, compatibility, chemistry...all makes for a good scene. Why don't you tell me why you chose to even have a session with me?"
I thought a second, and took a deep breath. "About six months ago, I had just gotten out of a long relationship. I haven't seen anyone since, while I've noticed lots of women flirting with me...none of them interest me. I guess I don't know what I want. I just thought...if I was going to try something like this, now would be the right time."
Lynn smiled, nodding her head, and listened intently, reflecting what I just said..., "The right time."
"Yeah, I don't ever want to look back and look at think I could've done this, or could've done that...If being in a relationship like this is something I am going to like, why not try it."
"Try it...I know what you mean." Nodding again. Her style was therapeutic. The smile on her face and the look in her eye was like understood exactly what I was saying...like I was speaking for her.
I looked down at my coffee, afraid to make eye contact. "Why don't you tell me about..."
She cut me off again before I could even finish. "I don't ever talk about my private life. This is about you, your fantasies, your desires...why don't we just continue with them."
We talked for another 45 minutes. I talked about my ex-girlfriends, what type of girls I prefer, my job as a police officer trainee, my upbringing...essentially my whole life. It was so easy to talk to her. I could have talked for her forever. She eventually glanced at her watch and looked back up at me.
"Did you still want to have our session?"
I wanted to have it more than ever. She was the first woman I was able to hold on a conversation let alone interested it. "Yes...I think I do."
"Great...my studio is right next door. Give me an hour to prepare. I'll text you to let you know I'm ready." She stood up and started to put on her jacket and scarf. "You might want to lay off the coffee in the meantime," spoken with a smirk.
I stood up and nodded "yes."
For the next hour, the clock couldn't move fast enough.
I received the text and immediately did as instructed. I took the stairs to the top and opened the door. To the right as I entered was a bathroom which I went into and removed everything I was wearing, and placed in the closet per her instructions. As I exited, I crawled down the long hallway with another envelope in my hand. I crawled into the large red room at the end of the hallway. It was full of various S&M furniture like a St. Andrew's cross and cage. The lone sunlight came through closed blinds as mainly candles lit the room, reflecting off various mirrors strategically placed. A large closed cabinet sat against one wall, and leaning against it was Lynn.
She was dressed in a long black leather trench coat. Her long hair tied into a braid that stuck out from an all-black French military beret. Black leather boots with a stiletto heel extended out the bottom of the closed trench coat. She flicked the ash off her cigarette before her leather covered fingers brought it up to her red glossed lips which contrasted her alabaster skin. She took a deep inhale off the cigarette before seductively blowing the smoke down, and slowly walking towards me. My cock twitched with excitement as I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she strolled across the wood floor.
