Unseen_(0)

Part One:

I know your name. I know where you live, what you do for a living, what you drive. I know what foods are your favorite, what music you listen to, and what turns you on. I know you have a dog, for I heard him barking in the background the last time we spoke on the phone. I know you’re close to your mother, and your father passed away 6 years ago.

We have had only 3 phone calls after talking almost constantly over the internet for the past 6 months. It has given my brain time to memorize the tones and cadences of your voice: A medium-deep baritone that makes me quiver in pleasure every time I hear it, makes my body anticipate all the things we have talked about doing to each other. (You mainly doing things to me, since you are the more dominant one.)

You have answered every question I have asked with an even, patient tone…save one: you will not tell me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to stay mysterious in that department..I must admit, the curiosity is driving me insane. I have never been much for the blind date thing, but somehow this is different.

Despite the chilly, late-October air I am wearing an outfit I would never wear for any other occasion: Black old-school combat boots, red and black striped socks that go just past my knees; the rest of my legs are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my black, pleated canvas skirt that has a big ol’ kilt pin piercing the side. (A nod to my Celtic roots)
This skirt is so short that if I were to bend over at all it would give the general public a great view of what nature graced me with.

Above the skirt is a black silky corset with straps, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected face, scattered with freckles and make my blue eyes stand out. My long, red hair is up in a loose knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a switch. I can be dominant when the mood calls for it, especially with another female. However, I must admit I am on the submissive side when it comes to men. I love strong, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a look into my eyes, grabs the back of my head and owns the kiss he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into bliss….

The cell phone chiming in my purse jars me out of my reverie.