David tried, but just wasn’t cutting it. The date was nice, but the sex was horrible last time, and he was so eager to please that he forgot to just relax and enjoy the act. After I said goodnight at my door to his hurt face, I went inside my apartment.
What was with these guys? I logged onto Match, where I had met David a few weeks before. Clicking through the list of single guys on the site was getting old. I was tired of seeing the same faces over and over. This guy was 45 and still lived at home. That one was 10 years younger than I, and was “separated” (code for looking for some side action). I was bored.
Sitting on my bed on a Friday night at 10pm after a shitty date, this is what my single life had come to. Searching social media for a potential date (or fuck) that would end as suddenly as it began. This was getting boring.
Craigslist. That should be be good for some entertainment for this pathetic night. I’d realized that replying to ridiculous Craigslist ads was actually fairly fun. The pictures and requests I would get were worth a laugh, and I had nothing better to do. I logged on and clicked on the personals. First, Missed Connections. Mmm…no one is out there missing me. Bummer. I clicked on “Men Seeking Women.” Dick pic, dick pic…wait, what’s this? This one could be fun…
Seeking submissive female to take to sex party. Expect to have all holes filled at once, and to be publicly humiliated. Ropes and bondage. I promise you will come back for more once it’s over. Be our fuck toy. DDF, Females only, 18-30 years old. Must prove age. Text 555-555-7869 if interested.
I used an app that changed my phone number when I did this type of thing. No need for some crazy idiot to get ahold of my really phone number and stalk me or something. I clicked on the app, entered the phone number in the ad, and sent the text.
Tell me more.
My phone went off immediately in response.
We want serious inquiries only. You will need to arrive at 234 Rodeo Drive to the 3rd floor, room 321 at 8pm tomorrow evening. Wear your hair in a ponytail. We want you in a black bra and panties, but wear a long jacket over it until you arrive. Can you prove that you are over the age of 18?
Wow – this was serious! I laughed to myself, and replied.
I can. I can bring my license? What can I expect when I arrive?
My phone again went off quickly.
Please bring ID. You will have to wait to see tomorrow. We can assure you that you will experience pleasure like you never have before. When you arrive tomorrow, use the name Susan, and tell them you are here to see Ted. Anything else will not get you through the doors. Expect to be fucked like never before.
Were these things real? I knew that address on Rodeo Drive and it was a pretty nice apartment building. I Googled sex parties and looked through the articles. I came across one written from a man’s point of view. Men paid to get in observe, paid even more to participate in the acts.
I came across a porn where a woman was tied up and fucked while men (and some women) stood around and watched. I had to admit, it was kind of hot. I began to think about which pair of black panties I would wear.
Wait, was I honestly thinking about going to this tomorrow? No, this was how girls were kidnapped and sold on the black market. But surely if something like that happened, it would have made the local papers? I mean, this building was just 10 minutes from my house.
That night, I had sex dreams all night. Men watching me pleasure myself while rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I awoke at 2:30am and finished myself with my vibrator. I fell back asleep, still dreaming of fucking.
When I woke in the morning, I had made up my mind. I was going to that sex party.
To be continued…