A little something I have been writing …  if you like this and want more let me know ….

Savant needed material to write. She had assumed a character, a submissive girl, fiesty yet sweet, looking for her one, just like so many others she had seen online. She had been sat there in the chatroom, one of many she had perused on the site. This one had appealed as it had a few people sat in there on a regular basis without all the asshats that so often visited these rooms. She found it rather amusing that they assumed a chat room gave them some fucked up sense of power, that they could demand a title such as “Master or Sir” from a few sentences exchanged via a freeking computer screen. It was utterly ridiculous. Each time she would log in there would always be a small group, termed as the regulars, almost daily sat in there like permanent fixtures on the wall. Everyone knew who they were, like it was some form of elite club and all the newbies would clamber over each other in the race to gain some position in this ever growing harem. The whole thing was like some big role playing fantasy. But then, wasn’t that what it was?

Infact wasn’t that why she was here? To find whatever that pull was for people to explore this realm in the safety of their own room without having to actually bring it into reality. To immerse herself in their world.

After a couple of hours she’d had enough and put herself on away and wandered off to her dingy kitchen flat to make a coffee. The heat was horrid this time of the year, droplets of sweat covered her brow, one long strand of hair escaping her ponytail and hanging down the side of her face. Dressed in only a skimpy singlet and pantie’s, both clinging to her damp body. She glanced at the clock and noticed it was late, 2am to be precise.

“Shit, time to log off . Perhaps I better make that a decafe“

She poured the hot water in the cup and added a dollop of milk and started stirring, staring at the coffee swirling in the cup lost in thought. She had been in there for a couple weeks now and sadly all she was getting was a whole lot of “how to spot a mysoginist online” article ideas. Not one decent erotic story idea had surfaced yet. Not one person has sparked that desire in her cunt. She needed that hunger, the place where all the dark depraved thoughts lay in wait.

A beeping snapped her out of her muse induced mutterings. She glanced over to the computer and noticed a private message sat there. Coffee in hand she sauntered over to the screen.

Private message from Lucius:
“Stealth mode hmmm? I know what you are up to little one…”

“Hah you think you do, those tactics are so lame”, laughing out loud.

A sentence designed to provoke an answer. She ignored it, sipped her coffee and picked up a book next the the keyboard. A book she had picked up at the local second hand shop earlier today, “The Secrets of Arousal”, and began reading. Another five minutes passed by and again, more beeping. Sheesh this one was persistant.

Private message from Lucius:
“If you weren’t online you wouldn’t be parked on away. If I was so bold I would be assuming you are
sat there drinking coffee watching my messages appear.

One: I don’t like to be kept waiting and I know you are there.
Two: you shouldn’t be drinking coffee at this hour”

Why you cheeky sonofabitch … she sat up in her chair. This one wasn’t stupid. Part of wondered if he was bloody psychic … drinking coffee at this hour was indeed stupid.

Putting her book down, her hands poised over the keyboard. Fuck it, maybe this one will give me what I need for a story, she leant forward and began to type.

Two hours later, her eyes dreary with the lack of sleep, she leant back in her chair and sighed. They had been chatting for a while. He seemed witty and charming and she loathed the word, but … he seemed … dominant. They swapped messages backwards and forwards, he answered all the questions she wanted to know and he asked her a few. She mentioned the story she was planning to write and the need for information which he offered to provide her with. She made it clear she wasn’t looking for a relationship only information on the bdsm scene and D/s relationships. He even offered to take her to a local event so she could check out the goings on. He even sent her pictures of himself and if they were actually him then … damn he was actually hot. He gave her the rundown on safety aspects on online dating and told her to have a friend check in with her if she went for first dates and gave her his phone number to contact him offline. She was impressed but acted rather nonchalant. They chatted for a while longer.

Lucius: “Well…?”
ravensblood: “Well what?” she replied
Lucius: “You know. I don’t have to elaborate. Answer me ….”

The cursor on the screen blinked impatiently almost as if it was his fingers tapping on the desk waiting her reply. Her mind raced, the idea was completely insane. A total stranger, yet he wasn’t. Logic screaming at her to switch it off and walk away from the computer. Her heart beat faster. The desire was there. The throbbing in her pussy evident. She glanced over to the mirror on the wall, and saw herself. Cheeks flushed, even the faint outline of her hardened nipples through her singlet glared back at her.

ravensblood: “Fine then. Monday at Starbucks … a coffee. That’s it.”, her fingers shook as she typed. She hovered over the enter key her finger willing itself onto the keyboard and watched the message appear.

Was she mad? What the hell was she thinking.

Lucius: “Good girl. Let’s say 11am. If you’re on time I’ll buy you a muffin.”

ravensblood: “Jeez how generous you are”, the anger rising at how self assured he was.

Lucius: “I  like it when you get smartassed, gives me a reason to think of all the deviant things I could describe or do to you. “

ravensblood: “I said coffee, I didn’t say I wanted bedtime stories from a deviant charmer. You are after all meeting me to discuss topics of interest for my story aren’t you …”, she sat there smirking at the screen.

Lucius: “It intrigues me as to why you need me to help you. You seem intelligent enough to work it out for yourself. But of course I am happy to help. Until Monday minx. Bye”, and with that he was gone.

For some reason his self assuredness pissed her off. Infact it riled her and she had no idea why. “Pompous fucker”, she mused.

Head laid against the pillow and one hand on her cunt she lay there imagining what tomorrow night’s chatting online would bring, with a smile on her face and the knowledge her story would be written. Finally she had found something tangible to explore. Another week of opportunities to chat some more before meeting for coffee. Perhaps coffee after a week of exchanging information wouldn’t be needed after all. Stuff that, she was going to gleam as much as she could from him before Monday and stand him up. He didn’t have her number, only her his. She had this all figured out.

Or so she thought…

Nate sat there at the computer screen smiling. She had gone to bed just like he had suggested she should. It wasn’t going to be always this easy. He chuckled. This one was different. He pondered a little then smiled again. Tame the mind first, pull the little minx closer, if she was indeed curious enough he would know … this one was going to be a challenge. He had a feeling her story wasn’t just for other people’s entertainment, infact he knew it wasn’t. This wee challenge was one he was going to enjoy very much…

{To be continued ….}