It had almost been a month since Sally first emailed Mr. Craigslist BDSM, and she still hadn't gotten a reply from him.
With an insistent case of insomnia for the night, Sally was feeling particularly lonely. She felt helpless and lost in the big world. She also felt anxious and restless, because intense feelings were always stirring inside her. Sally felt powerless to calm the fire constantly erupting from within.
Sitting on the bed, she opened up her laptop and resolved to forge ahead with the apartment search. Sally had saved up more than enough cash to cover a decent first and last month's rent, a cleaning deposit, a moving truck and movers, and whatever unforeseen expenses popping up throughout the whole process.
She proceeded to contact the handful of leads saved from her most recent search for a studio apartment. Hopefully, she'd get one not too far from Downtown. After sending numerous emails in the hopes of finding herself her very own place, she lay back on the bed. There. At least that was out of the way.
Sally stared up at the ceiling, inspecting its little cracks and water stains. In seconds, however, her thoughts reverted back to Mr. Craigslist. She lamented, "It figures. Just when I thought I'd find a lover after Damian, and just when I thought I could once again enjoy a man's cock, I get disappointed. When will I ever learn?"
As much as Sally ached, as much as she longed to suck Damian's cock again, what she missed most were his intense green eyes. They never failed to hypnotize, mesmerize, bewitch, enchant, and seize her entire being. Damned! She hadn't seen him for what seemed like forever, yet Damian was still deep up inside her. She felt he was ingrained into her system; he was in her plasma.
After a few more minutes of indulging in nostalgia, picturing Damian's incredible eyes before her, Sally sat up. Still online, she decided to be frivolous for a change. Just for the hell of it, she googled "Green Eyes" and clicked on "Images".
What showed up were all sorts of people, not to mention cats, with green eyes. She refined her search and typed in, "Men with Green Eyes". That did the trick. At the simple click of her mouse, Sally pulled up a plethora of human eye candy.
As she drooled and swooned over photos of countless men with green eyes, inside her something stirred, tugged, and jabbed at her, almost piercing her groin.
Within seconds, her eyes zeroed in on one image in particular. "Damian!" Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Sally saw a young man with eyes that amazingly resembled Damian's! She almost forgot to breathe.
Upon closer inspection, however, Sally observed the young man's hair was a tad bit lighter and shorter, his skin less weathered, his face more chiseled, and his teeth were much whiter than Damian's. Out of sheer curiosity, she clicked on the website housing the image.
It turned out to be a thinly veiled dating site, and the pic accompanied a personals ad, which read, "Straight, Tall, Fit, Green Eyes, Light Brown Hair, Gentleman".
But the clincher, what made Sally nearly pass out, was the young man's location: Bay Area.
Thinking this might actually be a sign from God, Sally immediately initiated contact with "Young Green Eyes".
Her insomnia was persistent, but Sally didn't want to read a romance novel to pass the time, lest her teenage recurring dreams come back to plague her again. So she decided to go back to "Craigslist Personals" and look up Mr. BDSM's ad.
Sally could now officially be classified as a glutton for punishment. Since she was in an especially melancholic mood, needing to fully wallow in her misery, she googled her heart out.
Sally's search was abruptly cut short, however, when she learned that the "Personals" section of Craigslist had recently been shut down. What the hell?
Wondering why things were all topsy-turvy in the world lately, Sally's computer beeped, signaling an incoming email. It was from "Young Green Eyes".
To be honest, in the back of her mind, she hadn't expected a response from him. She surmised that he would have already been snatched up by some hot model, and that his Personals Ad was obsolete, simply left to linger online.
Communicating with him by email, Sally learned he was named, Sebastian, and that his mother was French, and his father American. Apparently, Sebastian was a Los Angeles native and an aspiring actor. He moved up north a few years ago following his girlfriend, also an actress, who had found work in a San Francisco-based theatre company. Initially hoping she could find him a job in her company, Sebastian drove up north with her and the two moved into a small apartment together. Unfortunately, things hadn't worked out between them. But Sebastian decided to stay up north, postponing his move back down to Southern California.
Sally asked him in an email, "Why didn't your mom spell your name, 'Sebastien', the French way?"
"Well, my name IS actually spelled, "Sebastien", but I had to Americanize it, for work, you know, for simplicity."
"Oh, I understand."
"And by the way, my mom didn't pick out my name; my dad did", he pointed out. "Do you speak French?" he wanted to know.
"Yes", she answered simply, with no follow-up explanation.
Unaffected, Sebastian replied, "Super! Enchanté de faire votre connaissance, mademoiselle."
"Oh Jesus", Sally breathed to herself. "Am I dreaming or what?"
The two quickly set up a date.
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Sally was surprised Sebastian didn't ask for her picture before meeting up. In her puzzlement, however, hid a tiny glimmer of hope; hope that Sebastian wasn't a guy who cared about a girl's looks. Maybe he was looking for a deeper connection, deeper than the usual common superficiality. But who was she to talk? She had practically fallen in love with him for his green eyes...
Agreeing to meet at his place, Sally took the bus, transferring twice, before walking a couple of blocks and finally arriving at an older building in a somewhat shady-looking neighborhood. He had warned her that the elevator in his building was broken, but Sally didn't so much as blink an eye when she learned she had to climb up six flights of stairs. She was completely undaunted, in fact, having traversed deeper and more dangerous waters in the past to get to a man.
Sally was panting by the time she reached the sixth floor. Huffing and puffing like the wolf that blew the house down, she quietly knocked on Sebastian's door.
"Hi Beautiful, come in", he flashed a charming smile, gesturing for her to step inside. Sally instantly noticed him towering over her as he gave her a warm, tight embrace. She could feel his muscles.
His green eyes were every bit as amazing as they looked in his pic, and Sally almost fainted when she looked up at them.
Sebastian was decked out in a pair of navy dress slacks, a light blue dress shirt opened two buttons to expose just a hint of chest hair, and shiny black dress shoes. His sandy-blond hair was spiked and gelled up.
Sally delighted in the smell of Sebastian's cologne mixed with his personal scent. In fact, she felt her pussy immediately heating up, the blood quickly rushing to her groin like a tidal wave. She sensed she would be dripping in minutes.
True to form, Sebastian demonstrated considerable gallantry, helping Sally out of her thick coat and scarf and hanging them on the coat rack next to the door. Right away, he noticed her drab clothes, which exhibited broken seams, missing buttons, and little tears here and there. Her shoes were worn out as well. Sally's uninspired apparel for the evening confused him a bit, but he didn't let on to it, remaining the consummate professional.
Truth be told, however, Sebastian was secretly disappointed, not by Sally's looks, but by her attire. "Was she trying to make a fashion statement?" he wondered, more accustomed to women who dressed elegantly and expensively, in furs, brand names, and jewelry. What's more, the ones usually hitting him up online were a good thirty to forty years older. This girl looked like she was still in her teens, even though he learned earlier she was twenty-four years old.
They were still standing next to his front door when he asked, "So, what's your poison?"
