I’ve been edging all day, and not stopped throbbing for several days.

Rather than getting off solo, I picked up my phone and posted on Reddit looking for a girl to get myself off with, in my car. You see the post, and you get goosebumps. You’re not sure why. You’ve been lurking on the sub, mostly out of curiosity, but had no intentions of really satisfying that itch, right?

You click on my profile, searching for any clues of what I may be like. There’s not much there to give away. But the itch is still there. You click ‘Chat’ but you’re not sure what you want to say. Suddenly, you’re aware you can feel your heart beating. A soft dum dum dum, slowly becomes thump thump thump. You’re feeling flushed. Warmth growing across the top of your legs. You send your message.

7 minutes pass, I’ve still not replied. You ask yourself if you should have sent more than simply “Can I bring my toy?” Thump thump thump. The warmth around your thighs is rising. Tingling across your torso. Just as you’re about to place your phone down, you get a notification. I have replied.

“Only if I can tell you how to use it?”

Were you really prepared to do this? Heart racing, butterfly swarming, anticipation, yet the unknown, the shortness of the exchange was what really go you going. These 60 seconds from receiving the reply feels like 10 minutes with racing thoughts. “Deal!” Followed by only your pickup location was your short reply. I tell you I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

How has it gotten from sitting in your pyjamas on the couch, to rifling through your underwear drawer? You grab your toy, tie your hair back, do your last minute checks, put on your jacket and step outside. There’s a brisk breeze, but other than that a pleasant night. The cool air on your face is an intense contrast to the cauldron of sensations coursing through your body. You’re walking around the corner to the pickup location. Shit! You forgot your lipgloss. Not that you planned on kissing, but you like that lipgloss. They way your plump lips sheen. You decide to turnaround and head back for it as I pull up. Too late. Now or never.

Doubt. Is that him? What if it’s not? I’ll look weird if I go over. Notification. Message from Reddit. “It’s me.” You walk around the car, and open the passenger door. You smell my aftershave. Not strong, familiar but somehow out of reach. I’m not striking like you pictured. I have the look of a former surfer whose gained a dad bod and a grey hair or too. An air of mystique which had its own charm. You’re brain is fighting your legs desire to step in. “So did you bring it?” Was the greeting as your own lust dragged you in the car.

There wasn’t much small talk, just classic rock playing gently on the radio, my drivers window was open and the soothing rush of wind coursing through the trees was at odds to swarm of sensations washing over your body. Before you know it we parked.

“Okay, before you bring your toy out. I need your to describe every detail of it. Colour. Feel. The little indentation you made when your fingers dug deep in to it the first time you used it.”

A wry smile hidden under his beard. The look in his eyes mirroring mirroring the storm that was behind your own. …

Shoot me a message if you’re interested.