What was I thinking? Let me give you the summary here. I’ve been chatting with this guy online for some time. Well, it’s actually been several months. He sent me a photo of himself and he was my “total dream” guy. I creamed my panties every time I looked at his photo. What a dream-doll. I just wanted to do him so-so bad.

I didn’t want to rush it though. I (here I go again starting all my sentences off with I-not like I’m totally into myself; anyway) wanted to wait several weeks so that I didn’t seem to panicked for a date. I’m one of these totally fucking hotties that you’d look at and think, “She must have a ton of dates”.

Well the truth is, I sit a home most nights of the week and date myself. You know watta’mean jelly-bean? Yah, watch a little TV in bed. What I meant to say, is that I watch one of my favorite porn vids, get excited, get out the toys and pleasure myself. I have these big mirrors on either side of my bed and I like to watch myself. Is that sick or what? Kinda like my parakeet that sits all day and looks at herself in the mirror.

Opps got off track a bit. So I’d been chatting with this stud and we are going to finally meet. I must have played with my twat several times that day in anticipation of meeting my “prince charming”. And BTW – I have a nice, gotta have-it, gotta lick-it, kinda cuntalicous yum yum.

I was so ready to meet him, get his pants off and suck his dick and do the nasty. So he asks if he can come over and meet me at my house. I thought that it sounded like a good idea. He was set to come over at 7pm, so I had the lights low and a bunch of candles placed out. The mood was so sexy. I couldn’t believe that I was about to meet this gorgeous stranger that I’d been chatting with for about 2 months.

It was about 6 when the phone rang. I was hoping that it wasn’t going to be him cancelling on me. I picked up the phone and was relieved to hear that it was my sexy stranger telling me that he was going to be at my place on time.

He had a special request though. He wanted me to answer the door naked with a paper bag over my head. That was strange, but I trusted him and it just felt right. I was going to do anything that he asked me, because I wanted him so bad.

Wanna hear more? I want to tell you the whole ‘whoring’ story. Come back again and I’ll give the finale baby about how he made me his whore for the night.