The Stranger. Desmond Blume

I don’t think you need to worry about the mystery and suspense disappearing,” I said. “Besides, it’s fucking hot to hear you describe what you want.”

      “Alright,” she said. “It’s still hard for me to describe though. I have so many fantasies. I want someone to tell me what to do so I don’t have to think about it. I want someone strong to take my arms and clasp them behind my back, to grab me by the throat and kiss me hard. I want someone to push me down and…”

      She stopped the text there.

      “...and what?” I asked.

      “I think you should finish the thought,” she said.

      “Push you down onto your knees and tell you to open your mouth,” I said.

      “Yes,” she said.

      We continued texting like this for days. It was clear that every desire she described matched perfectly with all of my fantasies and vice versa. I asked so many questions that I felt like I knew every desire that she conveyed. We got to a point where we knew we were going to meet. We ran out of questions at some point and were on the verge of just purely sexting each other the dirtiest of things.

      “Would you like to please me?” I asked her.

      “Yes,” she said.

      “Good,” I said. “Then the correct answer to that question is, ‘Yes, sir’.”

      “Yes, sir,” she responded.

      I couldn’t help but grin at this. I knew I had her at this point.

      “Be careful with that,” I said. “It drives me crazy.” I paused. “Alright. Here are your first instructions on how to please me. This will have to suffice until we meet. Do you own a short skirt and thigh high stockings?”

      “Yes,” she responded.

      “Yes, what?” I asked.

      “Yes, sir,” she said.

      “Good girl,” I said. “Alright, let’s test out your ability to follow instructions.”

      “Okay,” she responded. I could tell she was hesitant.

      “I want you to send me a series of photos. Five, to be specific. I’ll start by describing the first three. Let’s start with what you should wear. A short, tight skirt. Thigh high stockings. A black bra. You should stand facing a wall. Put your palms on the wall above your head. Spread your legs. Arch your back and stick your butt out towards me, towards the camera. Imagine that I am standing behind you. You can feel the heat of my energy. You can feel how hard I am as I brush up against your butt. Imagine I am about to grasp your hair on the back of your head, pull your head back firmly and kiss you. Imagine I am about to take my other hand, pass it around in front of you, fondle your breasts and then slide my hand up between your legs. Take three pictures like this. Each time I want you to pull your skirt up a bit more until in the last picture your butt is exposed. Does that make sense?”