I originally met Ruth online. Not through a dating site but by playing Dungeons and Dragons on a role-playing forum site. We were in a game together and our characters occasionally interacted until they ended up role-playing a few erotic scenes not allowed on the site.
Rather than fade to black and move on without writing the encounter, Ruth sent me her email address and asked if we could continue by email. We wrote the erotic role play of our characters out together and at the same time started talking about ourselves and getting to know each other.
We knew we would never meet, and so we felt safe in sharing our personal fantasies and desires. She told me that she had always fantasized about being raped, but wouldn't really want to be. The harsher and more degrading the better.
As a Christmas gift after we had become online 'friends' and she had even sent me a few faceless nudes, we wrote a story together about us, where I raped her. She thoroughly enjoyed it and told me how often she got off to it. She even sent a few videos showing me how wet it got her and the toys she used imagining they were me. I ended the story by saying, now if I only had your address, I would make this a reality.
Ruth was careful to hide her face in all the videos she sent me, and we didn't exchange numbers; so I knew she never would, it was just something to add to her fantasy. We didn't know what state the other lived in, but we knew we were on opposite coasts. But then one night, she called my bluff.
Turns out she lived in an apartment about 4 miles from the hotel I was staying in for the week on business. I laughed at my good fortune. All the next morning I couldn't focus on work. We broke for an early lunch and my boss mentioned that my head was elsewhere. I apologized and said I had a rough night and just needed to clear my head. To my surprise he told me to take the afternoon off but make sure I made it to a dinner that night with the clients. He needed me sharp and alert for the dinner.
I headed back to my hotel room and had a couple of drinks from the mini-bar and realized I couldn't get her out of my head. I knew that she wanted it and I knew she worked nights coding, designing, and fixing websites for a national hosting company so she would be home now and probably just waking up.
As I laid on the bed thinking about her and the story, I made up my mind. Now or never. I changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a polo from my work suit and I grabbed the keys to my rental car. I headed for a flower shop and bought a vase of lilies. As I was headed out, I laughed at my luck, they sold apparel with their company name and logo, so I also bought a ball cap.
Outside her apartment my nerves were coming back, and I scratched out a quick note for the flowers. "To Ruth, may all your fantasies come true. - Will"
I chickened out and drove around the block. I stopped at a liquor store and got a bottle of vodka and a soda. In my car, I mixed the two in the Styrofoam soda cup and drank. Courage returned I drove back to the apartment.
I sat sipping my drink and was going to chicken out again when my phone chirped. New mail. She had sent me another video of her morning's activities. She was using a flesh colored dildo and moaning my name from off screen.
I responded and asked if she got the flowers I sent. I was terrified that she had sent me a fake address, and this would be a test. If it was fake she might lie to cover her tracks, but if it were real, she wouldn't lie about them. Not perfect, but it was something. Also, she would then be expecting a flower delivery.
