First meetings...  

dancewithme29 46F
207 posts
6/29/2005 12:07 am

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First meetings...


can go either way. They can be fun and exciting or boring and similar to tooth extraction. I try to go into them with an open mind...If all else fails maybe I'll have a new friend. Except when it goes really bad.
I met a guy the other night who showed up a little late, which isn't a big deal but also didn't look like his pics. I'm sorry but "athletic" build does not constitute a beer belly. Anyway..I still thought I'd keep an open mind but he kept talking about himself. He went on and on about his work experience...stories about mobsters and basically boring me to death. He'd interject a few questions but would plow over my responses. He actually interrupted me at one point which is when I lost it. I promptly excused myself, left a five for my cheap drink and left. He insisted on walking me out so he could stiff the bill!!! He didn't pay for his beer. I couldn't believe it. The lack of class and manners is so pathetic. What the fuck am I doing here??????????????

LoveForLife6969 57M

6/29/2005 8:02 am

Maybe you keep meeting the ones you should pass on, and passing on the ones you should meet.


Always_Lickin 55M
5 posts
6/29/2005 8:43 am

OMG.. what a joke.. i have told myself , when i meet someone and they have lied, or there pics were not true, i would just walk away.. if they have to be dishonest about how they look , what else are they lying about?? also i work to many hours to waste on someone who isnt even honest about how they look.. sorry for your mis-fortune.. ty


Needzit2 56M

6/29/2005 11:46 am

Yes my dear dance, first meetings can go either way. Yet, we move on...upset at first, relunctant to "try it" again....then we settle down and focus on the driving issue, the pounding force, the reason why we are here----that meeting when we are overwhelmingly gratified for having the meeting. You know....like when you and I meet for the first time and enjoy it so much that.......(we'll have to see, won't we!) I can't wait.
luv,
Dave


MillsShipsGayly 51M

7/6/2005 8:16 am

It was the second time she had cancelled.

The first time she had forgotten about an old friend's arrival into town. His response to the mix-up grabbed her. Was it guilt or his mention of accessories to punish her that piqued her interest.

It wasn't like she didn't have hundreds of suitors saying that they were the one that could uplift her spirits if not her skirts. But her recent first dates had gone badly. Bad choices, bad site to be recruiting from... she wasn't sure. That she was starting a new job and was excited, and maybe a little nervous, might also have rawed her nerve endings.

Recently, she had become interested in the world of D/s. The man previously inside her head, pushing limits while pulling hair, wasn't experienced enough.

We had spoken of her interests. "am I crazy?" she asked. Drawn nervously forward, she agreed to a second attempt at a date.

As 7pm passed and she failed to show, his displeasure grew. But he had been here before. Women need to be safe online and off when they meet new men. Safe meetings, safe words ... trust.

He left her a message. He would meet her again at the same place, same time the following night. She would however be punished for her impoliteness.

'Park your car next to mine, walk around and place your hands on the trunk.' It was daylight; the parking lot was largely empty. She felt him lift her skirt. Her bare skin vulnerable. She knew the stings would hurt. He snapped his small crop on her. Again. Then the other side. Once more.

Each fall of the crop ... her breath sucked in... wanting to stay stop but holding back. Finally, he let her skirt down and she said 'thank you'.

He grabbed her hand and walked her into the restaurant. They said nothing till they had been seated. She moved a little to get more comfortable, her ass warm .. uncomfortable but an odd feeling of pleasure.

Intense. No doubt over the top and risky. How can one really know who to trust. The above is a fantasy. The ballpark doesnt start there.


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