8. What dating me is like when you THINK you are a DOM -- Part 2.
Continued from the previous post...
A day passes without any response from me. On Monday you go to work, you expect to come back to an email from me. It does not happen. Nor does it happen on Tuesday. Nor on Wednesday. On Thursday night you go out for a few pints with the mates, and come back home tipsy. You go back on Instagram, to look me up again. I still haven’t followed you, replied or even read your messages.
-- WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT ID EVER EVEN FUCH YOU
-- HAHAHA I HAVE A MUCH HOTTER GF THAN YOU
-- SUCK THIS -- say you, yet again sending me a picture of another man’s penis.
In about two weeks from the described event I check my Instagram DMs from people I do not follow, and come across your messages. I recognise you, from the dick pic. Which wasn’t even yours!
How can I possibly know that? Well, I have seen a few nice black dicks before, but never in my life have they been attached to a pasty white dude. And yes, I learn all that from glancing over your own Instagram profile and pictures, before I press “delete” and “block”.
And this is how our love affair ends, with me, laughing to myself, and wondering whether it would be ethical, in this day and age of mermaids and unicorns, to use my superpowers to make someone self-identify as a Cockwomble, instead of a Dom.
P.S. And if you managed to crack one off to any part of this post, then there is really nothing on the internet that you wouldn’t masturbate to, is there?!