She was the one I thought was going to be my forever person. My heart did weird beats and rhythms when she was around. My dick did weirder beats and rhythms too.
We met on an anonymous social media type website that had become synonymous with prostitution and drug dealing. Since I was neither a dealer or hooker, then I was there for procurement.
I was terribly addicted to methamphetamines, it was the drug that took me from zero to "fuck like a pornstar" in a few hits. It skyrocketed my self-esteem, made me money and was an amazing painkiller. And I was out of it, and my regular supplier had disappeared, so I was on my phone, hunting.
There is a whole other language when it comes to asking for drugs. A certain way of phrasing sentences that only dealers and users understand. There's also a whole other language used by people who used to be in the game, but now they're narcs trying to get time off of their upcoming sentences. Possession of methamphetamines in my state is almost mandatory prison time, so if you knew so-and-so got pinched, you had to completely disavow any knowledge of that person because chances are they're gonna roll on you.
Anyways, in regards to those 2 languages spoken on the internet or phone, there is a very fine line that separates them. One wrong word and you're blacklisted.
After getting nowhere for several hours, and really starting not to feel good, I took a break and relaxed for a bit, thinking about how just a couple months prior I had as much as I wanted anytime virtually free. All I had to do was drive.
I was a mover, a transporter. I would take my dealer to his dealer, and then deliver to the customers that couldn't come to us. And sometimes I'd be approached by other people asking me to move or transport for them also as a one time special circumstance deal. One month in particular that summer, I drove over 10,000 miles spending hundreds of hours in my car. I moved substantial amounts of drugs, and cash, sometimes people, I moved a trunk load of assault rifles, I even moved a dead body once. That all collapsed like a house of cards very abruptly, and I had to get out. Problem was I have to start paying for my dope again, but that's another story.
The thing I found strange about meeting her, was that she messaged me first. Dealers, or plugs as they were more commonly called, never messaged first. If they did it was either a scam, or a cop. Usually I ignored those, but something told me to cautiously proceed with this one.
I chose my words very carefully even though I took major precautions making sure I used a VPN, fake GPS, and had several layers of security on my phone protecting my identity. Drug addicts are some of the smartest people you'll ever meet, just with poor decision making skills. After a few minutes of tap dancing I started to get a feeling that this girl might be the real deal. I began loosening up and remembering I'm talking to a woman, I started pouring on the charm. And I poured it on thick. Surprisingly it earned me a visit from the lady that very evening.
I was nervous as hell, I raced around cleaning and hiding anything that might have any kind of identification on it like my last name. Tweakers are very paranoid people, and liking her didn't mean I trusted her.
I made sure and had my weapon where I could reach it just in case. And I waited nervous as hell, and smoking dope wasn't helping matters at all. I showered, shaved, purposely didn't put on underwear, and took an erection pill. Of course sweat pants because a boner is much more prominent in sweatpants.
She showed up around midnight, driving an old beat up Honda that will probably outlast most cars today, and I remember thinking, "I really hope she's not here to kill me or something," and the butterflies in my stomach started growing into bats in my belly.
She got out of the car and finally saw her in something other than a picture on the internet, and I was blown away. She was one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever laid eyes on. Her full hips and big supple ass filled in her pink leggings perfectly. I can just imagine what she would look like doggy style and the sound of my hand smacking her gorgeous ass cheeks.
We went directly to my bedroom because that's where I keep my addictions. I never allowed it to leave my room.
She sat in my favorite chair, and I took my place on my bed just a couple feet away. She smelled of cigarettes, meth, and a hint of perfume. I was in heaven. My cock was like a throbbing piece of concrete. I had to almost sit on it to keep it in my sweatpants. I wanted her so bad it was making me crazy, but I had to keep my cool and act like the gentleman I actually am.
We chatted about everything and nothing for a while in between hits of dope, my patience getting thin and dick harder and harder. I had to make a move.
With this drug you eventually get to a point where the filters come off and you'll say whatever is on your mind regardless of the consequences. I was just about to tell her what I was thinking when she set her pipe down and said, "stand up, I need to look at something." Being the normally submissive type, I stood up without a word, hoping my manhood wasn't going to suddenly come to attention.
She scooted forward in my chair and pulled my sweat pants down without a word and took my cock in her hand and started to lightly stroke it. It became as hard as it's ever been instantly. I looked down at her the same she looked up at me and before I could speak she hissed in a very seductive tone, "you knew this was going to happen didn't you?" I nodded my head rather quickly and sensing my submissive nature she very sternly said, "you're going to be a good boy and not cum until I tell you, aren't you? I nodded more aggressively, "because if you do, I'm going to be upset, and you're going to have to be punished." I looked down at her with the most wide-eyed stare, my jaw almost hitting the floor. I managed to squeak out the word, "okay." Holding my cock with a grip like she was hanging off a cliff, she growled at me, "you will address me as mistress, or momma, do you understand?" I hesitated a split second too long trying to form a complete sentence in my head when I felt a sharp pain on the top of my dick shift. I looked down and she had a mini riding crop in her hand.
"Answer me!"
"Yes m-mistress." I fumbled over my words as I tried to comprehend what exactly was about to take place.
