I was at my favorite bar, sipping my third Scotch. Kind of a boring night, but the game went well, j
I was at my favorite bar, sipping my third Scotch. Kind of a boring night, but the game went well, just chatting it up with some of the regulars. I stretched and looked around…and saw you sitting down next to the table top bar video game. Not bad, I thought. Small. Young..probably about 24. Thin and had some feminine features. My mind started running odds. I came up with even that you would be a potential Sissy. I knocked back my drink and signaled for another. I carried my drink over to the table top game and put some quarters in. You looked over, and I made eye contact. I smiled and said hi, you nodded and nervously looked away. I shrugged and started playing one of the trivia apps. I could feel your eyes on me, though. I would glance in your direction, and you quickly looked away I grinned. The odds were getting better. I signaled for another drink. You were on your phone - big ass tablet type- and shit, lo and behold, you were on tumblr, and you had my blog up. The odds went crazy in my favor. I sipped and played, trying to think the best way to work you. Subtle? Direct? Fuck it. I had enough scotch that direct was the way to go. I finished my game and sat right next to you. I could feel you tense up, and you clicked off the tumblr app immediately. “That site you were one? The Big Daddy blog? I’m Big Daddy.” I didn’t look at you as I said it…it was just a matter of fact statement, like, “Looks like rain today”. That tension was about to snap you into. You fidgeted, and I turned my stool so I was face you. You looked at me. The fact you found me attractive was so obvious. It was written all over your face. You finally spoke. “ Uh..I just …read it f-fun…” “Uh-huh.”. I took a long look at you. Features were soft..no facial hair, longish hair…small shoulders..yeah, you would do. “The fact is, you probably have an erection with me just sitting here next to you. No worries, fun or not, I am letting you know I like what I see. Let me see your phone, please.” You looked at me for a few seconds..the phone request was the riskiest part of my come on..but you slid it to me. I put a new contact, with my number and email in it and placed it back on the bar. I looked straight ahead, and took a long pull of my drink. “I think we both know what you want. I know what I would like to do, but, you know from my site, I have certain expectations. I am paying my bill and leaving. Email me in 10 minutes. Or just erase my contact information-its in there under Big Daddy- your choice.” I could feel your gaze on me..I looked back at you, and you looked away. I grinned. I signaled for a payout. I dropped my cash on the bar and got up..walking by you very close. A whisper. “10 minutes.” I strode out of the bar and left you to your decision. -- source link