You’ll eventually say you want to get to know me. Know the real me behind the glass. Perhaps you feel like you’ve earned the right to flip the looking glass around and examine the stranger six state lines away. I’ll entertain your notion of what you deserve. There’s probably no harm in giving a little, just like there’s no harm in an alcoholic having just a drink out of a whiskey bottle tucked behind the seat of the old chevy in a church parking lot.

I’ll tell you something true. Or at least true enough to be believable. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I haven’t even convinced you to reply to this post yet. If you’ve read enough posts on subreddits like these, you’ve come to understand the formula. The subtle bragging to suck you in, but enough honesty to make you think there’s some level of humility there. All so that you’ll show off your tits.

My presumptuousness should be forgiven. It doesn’t come from a lack of humility, although, I certainly lack it. At least I’m self aware enough to not pretend like I’m anyone’s savior. Instead, it comes from the truth I’d tell you. I’ve done this before. I’ve had women look me in the eyes and tell me I’m dangerous as I’ve taken their dignity and replaced it with lust. When that wasn’t enough, I took their wet panties off and put them in their mouth to give them something to chew on.

As you read, I want you to use your imagination. To imagine how tonight might become one of the better nights you’ve had in a while.

The words appear on the screen in a quick flash. You scan them quickly to get a feel for what is to come. Then you read them slowly. You start typing and deleting. Back and forth as you try to find the perfect thing to say back. You’re worried and anxious that you’ll lose my attention. That you aren’t interesting enough. You fight to please me. Sometimes that’s a photo of your naked body wrapped in sheets. Or admitting to me the truth you’re scared to admit to yourself. You feel your stomach tighten before each message arrives, knowing that you’re unable to think clearly.

You love the way I lay everything out so logically for you. You don’t have to think about how broken or desperate you must be to follow my instructions. You don’t have to think at all. Just obey the strange man from the internet pushing you deeper into yourself. You hate the way I make you look around inside yourself for own justification for the way you slap your clit and then notice the wetness growing.

There’s a mystery to this all. You’ve never seen a photo of me and yet you want to obey and want to give in. There’s a purity to that. Your own submissiveness being played against you by a puppet master you can’t name. Someone playing God and you now realizing that free will was an illusion.

I am looking to exploit you tonight. Make you do the things that you’ve always wished someone had the courage to push you to do. You’ve probably spent too much time around decent men who cared about your tears and your excuses. That gave you a free pass because you were pretty or nice or because you had a little cleavage hanging out.

If you’re looking for more than a free pass because you’re attractive and want a man that can see through the false you, I hope you’ll reply and let me know that I caught your attention.