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A warning for women who date strangers on the Internet. Meet men you don't know in a public place instead of at their homes.
Rachel was nervous all week. Her first date in some time, she may be meeting the man of her dreams Saturday night. Corresponding with him for weeks, this could be it. She had a good feeling about him. He could be the one. He could be her Prince Charming and her Knight in Shining Armor.
With her biological clock ticking and her quickly reaching the age of having a child or not having a child, she'd love to meet someone to love, to marry, and to start a family. After reading profiles and writing to several men, with him showing interest and getting further with her than anyone else had, Jonathan seemed to be the best of the bunch. Exchanging e-mails, along with fully dressed, semi-naked, and then naked photos, and talking extensively on the phone, they decided to meet.
Against the warnings of her friends, instead of meeting him at a public place, Jonathan persuaded Rachel to come to his home. Even though meeting him at his house was against her better judgment, he assured her that he was a good man and she not only believed him but she trusted him too. For safety sake, even though her friends told her not to go to his house but to meet him at a restaurant, not suspicious of him, she assured her friends that he wasn't like that and she'd be okay.
"He's a nice, wealthy man with sad eyes and a kind face" said Rachel. "He's lonely and, just like me, wants to meet someone for a long term relationship."
Her friend Allison rolled her eyes.
"That's what they all say when they only want to get you in bed," she said sighing loudly. "For what little you know about him, he could be a serial killer, Rachel," said Allison.
Her friend Melissa shook her head in disbelief that she was so naïve and was too stubborn to heed their well-meant warnings and meet him at a public place instead of at his house.
"He could be a rapist, for all that you know," said Melissa.
She even ignored Stephen, the voice of reason who was always right about everything, especially about meeting people online. The dating guru, he had met dozens of men online.
"I agree with Allison and Melissa," said Stephen, her openly gay friend. "I'm a man who can handle himself and I'm still careful who I meet and where I meet them," he said pausing to make eye contact to make sure he got his message across before reiterating their warnings. "You should meet him at a public place, such as a restaurant. You never know what people are like until you meet them in person. Trust me. I know. I've met some real weirdos."
Ignoring their warnings, she had an ulterior motive for meeting her online Don Juan at his house. Not wanting them to think of her as a gold digger, she recognized the address. He lived in the old, Greystone mansion, a house she always wanted to see the inside. She assumed that he must have money to afford to live in such a grand home. A long shot but this could be her chance at romance, at love, at commitment, and at marriage. Willing to take the giant leap of faith and risk her safety for a loving relationship with a special someone, she had a good feeling about meeting Jonathan.
Besides, something she'd never confess to her friends, with her not having had sex in such a very long time, she was as horny as she was lonely and sexually frustrated. In the way that he was, no doubt, hoping for sex, she was going there hoping for sex too. Moreover, with her assuming him rich, she'd gladly exchange sex for a romantic relationship with a wealthy benefactor. Forget about going out to eat, going bowling, or going to watch a movie, after all of their salacious correspondences, she'd welcome his sexual advances.
As long as he was gentle and respectful and the sex wasn't forced, if judging him only by his photos, she'd love to have sex with him. With her having quick hands, an experienced mouth, and a talented pussy, one blowjob from her would make any man return for more. Only, cautious who she had sex with, especially if he wasn't the one, with her having kissed, fucked, and sucked enough frogs, she didn't want to have sex with every man she met online.
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Rachel parked her car in front of his house and walked up the long flight of stairs. She counted the stairs. There were thirty-six of them, twelve, with a landing big enough to fit a small table and chairs, twelve more with another landing, and the last twelve to the front door. Walking up his stairs, especially in her high heels was akin to walking up three flights of stairs. Only these stairs were wider and more difficult to negotiate.
When she reached his front door, instead of hearing a warning of misgivings in her gut, she felt a moistness in her pussy. Instead of feeling a premonition of fear, anticipating them having hot sex, she felt sexual excitement. Instead of feeling a foreboding sense of doom inside of her, she felt happiness that she was finally going to meet the man of her dreams. Instead of heeding the warnings of her friends to meet him at a public place, too late, she was already there at his home and ready to ring his bell literally as well as figuratively, she hoped.
With a grand entrance reminiscent of the private residence of the infamous Norman and Norma Bates' house of Bates Motel fame, or the famous The Addams' Family home, the exterior of the house had been recently refreshed. Coincidentally enough, with her doing some online research, The Addams' Family house was built in the same year as the construction began on Jonathan's house in 1888. Expecting Lurch, The Addams Family butler, to answer the door, "You rang?", Rachel rang the bell.
Never had she seen such a splendidly, handcrafted, front door. With all of the little details of the Victorian house clearly visible, the house was even more spectacular up close than it was from a distance. She pressed her future with one magical press of the doorbell. The doorbell sounded like the chimes of an antique grandfather's clock and she could hear the musical chimes reverberating behind the huge, double doors and throughout the great hall behind the front doors. Jonathan opened the grand, mahogany door of his house to welcome in his blind date, a woman he had met on the Internet.
"Hello. Welcome to my home. It's so nice to finally meet you in person, Rachel," said Jonathan opening his front door wide enough to give her a big hug and a full body squeeze.
By the looks on both of their faces, obviously liking what she saw as much as he obviously liked what he saw, she returned his hug and smiled.
"It's so nice to finally meet you too," she said. "You're so handsome," she said. "You look exactly like your photo." She didn't dare tell him that he looked exactly how she dreamt he'd look in her sexual fantasies while masturbating herself over the thoughts of having sex with him.
Oscar Wilde's, Dorian Gray, first published in 1890, the same year this house was completed, no doubt received the same compliment about being so handsome and looking just like his photo. In his day, with his slicked back hair and smart cape, Dracula may have been deemed handsome too. In the way that Jack the Ripper terrorized London's east end in 1888 and had his murderous way with women of the night, instead and unbeknownst to her, Jonathan had his sexual way with women. Drinking her beauty in with his eyes, with her delivering herself to him, in the way that all of the women have done, he took a step back to look at his blind, internet date.
