What to pack . . . what to pack. Boston Boy had his fetishes. Thigh high nylons. Spiked heels. A bustier. Such traditional lingerie. I preferred more unique items, like the low cut, form-fitting easy-on, easy-off dresses that I’d been purchasing for my sex club outings with Maestro. And that’s exactly what went into my bag. Along with a pair of five-inch high sandals that showed off my legs and my beautifully manicured toes—and my anal vibrating beads.

We’d met through JDate and had been chatting on-and-off for almost half a year. Things heated up when he’d learned I’d embraced swinging.

I want to walk into your hotel room. Shut the door behind me. Push you in the corner. Drop to my knees and start to lick and suck on you. Hands roaming between your legs. Feeling your clit swell in my hands and I’ll get hard feeling you get wet. I want to finger you like crazy. Have you tasted yourself?

Mmmm. Yes. I taste good.

Then I’ll tell you how hot and wet you are and how dirty it is that our first meeting is like this. But it’s a major turn on.

That I’m a bad girl?

Yes. Very bad and naughty. Totally bad.

So if I’m naughty, what does that mean????

That I’m naughty as well and it’s a major turn on. I just want to make you moan and go crazy.

So what happens to naughty girls?

They get to play with naughty boys unless you want me to take you over my knee. Do you like watching a man cum?

Absolutely.

Good. Where would you want me to cum? Tear off the condom and spray it all over you?

I’d love to cum in your mouth. Then kiss you. We can snowball. But I do want my cock in your ass at some point. Ohhhh my cock feels so good right now. I want to see how you react when my cock slowly enters you for the first time.

I got stuck in Cleveland of all places on my way to Boston. Unexpected snowstorm. With high winds. So I texted Boston Boy to tell him I’d been delayed and got an immediate response.

Something’s come up.

What do you mean?

I got an assignment yesterday. Need to be in Chicago on Tuesday.

Are you serious?

Yes. Need a rain check.

Poof. Just like that, I was now batting 0-7. Damn.