I was ivory skinned not tan and sporty despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender no curves to pop a man's eye out his head. Not like Jamie, the strawberry blonde seated in our living room with a nice round ass and wide hips she would be more his type.

He wanted a woman with a vast knowledge of sex, a submissive. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't verse in the art of sex either and I had never been in a Dom/ Sub relationship even though I stated such on the application form he posted online.

I also stated had no limits and was willing to try everything imaginable, some of those things barely legal, all lies.

I pulled the quilted blanket over my head as my cell phone buzz on the bedside table, it was him.

We had exchanged numbers three weeks ago and ever since, we have spent practically everyday talking for hours about everything except the truth on my part. I had grown close to him and he had grown close to a fictitious person that doesn't exist, the blonde in the photo, his perfect sub.

The phone rang again and again before it finally stopped maybe now I could get some sleep, I have an early day tomorrow at the agency plus I was invited to a black tie event hosted by Jamie's parents later in the evening.




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