I knew I looked good—I’d dressed to follow my chosen name, with fluffy white angel wings on my back, my long, wavy blonde hair artfully concealing the support for the shiny golden halo over my head, and a pretty white sparkly domino mask hiding the top half of my face. He’d make me cum, I’d scream and shake, he’d cuddle and kiss me to a slightly higher plateau than I’d been at before. I’d just been scrolling through on a fake profile as a lark, not really planning on meeting anyone and just curious what it was like, but he’d taken my breath away the moment I saw him. “Love you, baby.”
“Love you,” I repeated, and I was feeling so safe, warm, satisfied and loved, I was out like a light. He backed off just a little, carrying me through the aftershocks, until I was finally able to regain enough control of myself to roll onto my back.
