F. M. Shoes

An except from my "Chapter 5: From Virtual To Real, It Began With Adam." We planned to meet at the Hard Rock Cafe in Las Vegas. He'd bring only a toothbrush, and I'd bring my red "Fuck Me" shoes and a bikini. We had a safety word if sex got too much for me. We planned to tour Greece and eat baklava and stay for a week in a cliff-hanging hotel room in Peru.

He called me "My Sue" and he told card friends and strangers that he loved me. He bet me a blow job that I couldn't be quiet during sex and that he liked it slow. He was so sure of his bet that he doubled it because he'd win either way. It was unspoken that he would have to be there to verify if I was quiet or not...

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